#but with this class it might become real SOONER

[skepticalcatfrog]

Guys I might be taking an animation class in my first semester of college. Animated TVD/OVE might become real.

[docholligay]

Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

[rinnstars]

just right!

you think youre too much for rin, and rin thinks hes too little for you

itoshi rin x reader: pre-rs, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst w comfort, fluff at the end!!!!, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated <3

its fate you think for things to remain the same with rin. after all, why wish for more? the hands that lay beside each other as you sit on the bench eating your lunch that seems to almost touch to start an electric shock that course through your body, the conversations that tiptoe the line between just friends to something much closer to soulmates the way yours and his brain seem to sync perfectly as one, the way the universe seem to put you two in the same orbit from going to the same school, to moving to the same neighbourhood, to sitting next to each other every class every semester - you should be satisfied, no you should be thankful for the luck that you must have gotten from finding a four-leaved clover the same day you met rin at the playground you think.

to anyone else, hell even to you, you two are no peas in the same pod. youre the polar opposite of him - you make friends easily like its second nature (but in your heart, they just don’t merge as well as you do with rin), you smile at every single thing, laughter bursting out of you without a single hesitation (but with rin, you think its your real laughter that flows out rather than out of politeness or awkwardness), you dress a little too eccentric with different and contrasting colours against the plain and boring uniform that seems out of place. and he’s the polar opposite of you - he practically hangs out with out because he has no one else (that makes you wonder if he’s just here because he has no one else), he has a resting frown on his face (that you think makes him even more adorable from the side of your peripheral vision), and he always wear that boring black bag that matches perfectly with the plain old school uniform.

sometimes you wonder if youre too much - you talk a little too much that you think his lips hide a grimace when it moves just a little from the frown that is always held tightly on his face, you ask too much, always wanting to hang out after school right before he has to run to football practice, you think too much, always asking questions that seem to make his face scrunch up in confusion during class or at the bench as you are right now. to anyone, this would be ideal right? its practically the dynamic being pushed in mangas and online - golden retriever with a black cat, that tiktok trend of okokok and lalala, yapper and listener dynamic. yet, you can’t help but to realise you two really don’t seem to belong in the same world - you long to stay here right in this neighbourhood that you practically memorised each and every store and their owners by heart, you long to just be another face in the crowd writing for the rest of your life but one that brightens and blooms others with your presence, and you long to live in a little cute house opposite that convenience store that you go to school everyday after school with rin, and you know he longs to spend his life overseas being a football stars, he longs to be the new football genius and prodigy in the entire world, and he longs to live anywhere but this town that seems a little too small for him. its ironic, you think, that your ambitions and personality are totally opposite, yet the world chose to put you and him right next to each other, even temporary.

and sooner or later you think, your feelings, that you know are too much for just another friend of yours, will burst - you might yell at him, hidden emotions kept away at the burning frustrations with each hint that lingers a little too long, you might cry and sob one day at one of your regular sleepover and become inconsolable as he realises that youre really too much, or one day you might really unconsciously confess your love for him and ruin this perfect dynamic that has already been served to you on a silver platter. and so you keep a lid on your feelings, you rather write and tear up papers in your room and clean up the mess before he comes over, you rather spend nights alone crying and cursing the world for not making you a little more like him so you could at least have the ambitions that rivals and chases after his, and you rather throw away countless of love letters that you wrote every valentine you spent with him. but for now, you’ll keep quiet, you’ll sit down here with your hands so close that you might just get a electric shock either way, you’ll eat your sandwich that matches with his, you’ll look at him with the same smile that he’s gotten used to as he chews on the sugary-sweet fruit sandwich that leaves a little white cream stain on his lips.

rin thinks that he really should thank whatever god there is out there as he sits here with you beside him, your hands so close to his that he practically has to physically hold himself back from moving a little closer until his and yours merge and fit perfectly like a puzzle piece, your unconcious hum that seem like music to his ears practically relieve him of all the stress that was unconsciously held even after mediation, right on the bench that is practically yours and his the way you and him come to eat here every lunch without any exceptions.

hes aware of lingering glances by his classmates on you and him - and he knows its judgemental and nothing kind to him. the whispers when you come to his table every time class ends as though on instincts whilst all he does is sit down there and do nothing but listen to you, the whispers when he sees you waiting at the library quietly before you brighten up when your eyes meet his, the whispers when you’re with him. maybe its insecurity, but he knows he’ll never be enough. he thinks youre better off with anyone but him - better off with your club members who understand your passion for writing and share with you their favourite writings compared to him who writes simply in order to one day move overseas as a professional football player, better off with your other classmates that actually pay attention in class unlike him who can better help you and do your homework with rather than sitting down at his table whilst he reads another football magazine, better off with even those guy classmates that he cant stand because of their loud voices because at least they seem to match your energy. even more, he thinks hes really a terrible friend, not even considering his crush on you, when he hears you chat about something excitedly only to trail off whenever youre with him, when he feels you pull yourself a little too fast from the hug you initiate compared to anyone else, when he knows youre terrified to say something but he can do nothing but stay here.

on some days, he wonders if you’ll eventually leave him too. he knows its for the better - you’ll get to know other people that can actually care and love you the way he knows he can’t with how bad he is at expressing himself, you’ll get to chat and talk someone’s ears off much happily without any judgement the way that you seem to be unable to do so with him, you’ll no longer have to hold your own personality back anymore. but deep down, he doesn’t want that. he doesn’t want to be left behind again - alone on the park bench with a ghost of you as he bites into the now bitter-sweet fruit sandwich that he deep down doesn’t really like but eats for you, alone on the table as you move about excitedly all cheerily to talk to anyone but him the one beside you, alone in his room having to play horror games all alone listen to the playlist he made for you all alone. now that he knows what it feels like to have someone, he doesn’t want to be alone anymore especially after he finds out how deep it can hurt - feeling as though his corpse sometimes still lay in the winter snow right where his brother left him.

and as he feels the red strings around yours and his finger pull harder and harder as though youre about to run away, he slowly feels more desperate to hold onto whatever little of this relationship is left. he knows logically, all friendships comes to an end, but he has always defied whatever the universe has set up for him - holding onto an impossible and thrown away dream of being better than his genius of an older brother, holding onto am faraway dream of being the world’s best striker right by his brother side and now holding onto a crumbling dream of staying right beside you for the rest of his life. he knows hes too little, and he knows there’s someone else better in this world than yours, after all youre only teenagers and nothing more than that could come out it. he knows he cant give you the world that you deserve, cant give you everything you want right now or maybe even in the future, but hes selfish. and of course its on another boring school day he gets this realisation, when he sees you peek at him without a word, as though you two are no longer in the same orbit anymore.

“you said you had something to tell me right?” a conversation starter, he tries, even though he normally doesn’t start the conversation, and he knows its still not enough, it’ll never be enough in his eyes.

“um… right… i..” and god, did you curse yourself. making it awkward, overthinking it - was that stuttering too much? did it annoy him?

its silence that follows afterwards - you don’t want to be too much to just confess your feelings, its just another day to him and you wouldn’t want to ruin it all selfishly. and in contrast, he no longer wants to be too little, he grips onto the plastic that leaves a little cream stain on his fingers.

“you know.. you can tell me anything.” and god, now he thinks he sounds pathetic and desperate, but your expression doesn’t seem to change from that expression that doesn’t suit your face at all - in contrast to the cheery expression you should always be sporting, you’re biting your lips nervously as though you two are in an examination room instead of at the park bench as per usual. has he messed up?

“i.. wait.. don’t freak out first.. promise?” an warning - because you know once you say it, there’s no going back. a risk you should take, a risk that you’ve seen taken right below this tree too ironically by classmates who profess their immature and yet undying love to their partners. would you be too much? you think ruin has rubbed off you a little too much when your mind tells no yells at you to be a little more selfish.

“promise.” he thinks he sees you smile a little, and he thinks hes gone back to his childhood where you and him first met - making a pinkie promise after you two fell down together to always stay together because it was fate to meet as you both fell down from the parkour part of the playground.

“.. i like you. a lot.” and of course youre too much, youre just a little too dramatic to add the additional bit that seems to slip off your tongue so naturally with countless of practice and failed attempts in front of your mirror in your room before collapsing on your bed kicking your feet and yelling against your pillow.

“i like you too. romantically.” and he thinks hes too little, such an anticlimactic return of love in contrast to all the love mangas you’ve talked to him about - no flowers, no necklaces, no nothing in his hand. but he sees your face bloom into a flower like as you grin, he thinks its alright.

you think youre too much and he thinks hes too little - but together, you’ll be just enough for each other - you both think, your hands and his moving together as electricity flows through yours and his body as though its the world way of telling you that both of you are made for each other, your face and his linger so close before finally you two cross the line as your lips merge with his perfectly as though you two are truly soulmates, and you think perhaps that the two four-leave clovers wasn’t just for you two to be friends for the rest of your life but something more as you tie it to his and yours wrist all those years back, it brushing against each other.

[seeingivy]

water lillies

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

an: two chapters back to back. also the last one :'(

--

sukuna realizes that repetitive phrases help him in the year that follows. that no matter how dangerous it feels, the feeling of hope is one that he has to keep in his chest, regardless of his track record of horrendously horrible bad luck. 

he’s not going to die tomorrow. yuuji’s perfectly healthy. he’s going to replace the plastic finger on your ring with a real one someday. you’re all going to live very long lives. 

there’s a nervous anticipation, an excited one simmering in his chest, as picks up the little tray of drinks – two strawberry matchas, an iced coffee, and a scone – as he takes it back to the table, where the group of them are waiting. 

“what took you so long?” sammy asks. 

“you’re so impatient.” sukuna responds, handing the drinks over to the moms and sammy, before splitting his scone in half and handing it over to yuuji. 

“i’m working on that.” sammy grates, giving him an irritated look. 

sukuna smiles. 

sammy was working on that, after he had very graciously given her the number to his therapist after she called him crying asking for it. 

it seemed that sammy had one too many fights with you, hurt mai one too many times, and realized that she was finally ready to let go of lifetime of hurt that she had accrued. anger issues, impatience, and the insurmountable amount of aching that always seemed to take residence in her chest was on its way out. 

with his help. and with yours, even if you didn’t know about it entirely. 

“wait, where’s y/n?” yuuji asks. 

sukuna smiles. 

“she has class.” 

“oh.” yuuji responds. 

sukuna watches as the confusion contorts in his face, albeit, the strange nature of the gathering catching him off guard. both of the moms, sammy, and yuuji were called here for an early morning rendezvous at what might be the only good cafe in their town – play coffee. 

and sukuna would have waited to schedule this for when you were free, if he didn't have something important to ask all of them. a question that you couldn’t necessarily be present for. 

“okay. i’m not treating you all to coffee for no reason.” sukuna states. 

“i fucking told you. he would never be this nice.” sammy whispers over to yuuji, the two of them nodding at one another. 

“you’re so kind, sammy. you have such a way with words.” sukuna deadpans. 

“i live to please.” she resopnds. 

“is everything okay?” mrs. itadori asks. 

sukuna smiles, before reaching over to squeeze her open hand. 

three months prior, his mom was the last person on the very long list of people that he deserved an explanation too. even more than deserved an explanation – but another person who just deserved to know why he left, what he had been through. 

satoru and suguru had taken it really well, satoru offering him one second of seriousness to very earnestly tell him that he was very happy that sukuna had stayed long enough for the two of them to become friends. nanami had shared his own experiences – the two of them being intrinsically closer than before from their shared past – and shoko responded by giving him gummy bears and a hug, which meant more to him than she could really understand. 

it shattered lots of things for yuuji, something that he felt insanely guilty about – for not catching on to all of it sooner. but sukuna could also tell that it had done something for the two of them, to talk about something, whatever it was that they went through together as they were kids, and it only made him love him more. 

and his mom. for the first time, after a very earnest scolding about parenting and responsibility from your mom, was worried about him. he found it a little bit overbearing at times, the way she would call and remind him at night that she loved him very much and that he was her entire world – but the thought was there. and on the days that he found it hard to quiet the voices in his head, it really did make all the difference. 

to hear you remind him. and his mom and yuuji, sammy and everyone else in between. 

“it’s great. i just have to ask for your permission for something, that’s all.” sukuna murmurs. 

sukuna watches their faces drop. he realizes after the fact that it was a bad choice of words – especially for his mom – when they were the exact ones that he used before he left for europe. 

“i’m not moving.” sukuna clarifies. 

“oh thank god.” his mom responds, dramatically pressing her hand to her chest as he rolls her eyes. 

he looks over at the four of them, a simmering warmth in his eyes, as he takes in the looks on their faces. and it seems that in his delay, the most perceptive of the group, has figured out what’s happening all too fast. 

“oh my god. you’re going to do it, aren’t you?” your mom murmurs. 

“what?” sammy asks. 

“you…you’re going to propose?” she asks. 

“what? you’re going to propose? to y/n?” yuuji asks, his voice almost frantic. 

“YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MARRIED?”  his mom squeals, so loud that it earns her a wary look from everyone else in the store. 

sukuna winces as he lifts his hands, beckoning for the group of them to lower their voices, as he reaches into his pocket and places the little green box at the center of the table. sammy’s the first to snatch it, eyes wide and filled with tears as she opens it up, to the little circular cut diamond, set into the golden band that he had picked out almost a year prior – the second you got home from the trip he went on for his birthday.  

he had been holding on to it for a better part of the year. and it was finally time to use it. he was paranoid that he would never get to replace the plastic ring that he gave you, so he figured that he’d buy the real one as soon as he could – just as another solace to himself that he would actually get to do it. 

“wait. you’re really going to propose to her?” sammy whispers. 

“i am. with all of your permission, of course.” sukuna states.  

he watches as they all give him bright smiles, before reaching forward and placing their hands on his. 

“oh, sukuna. of course, you can marry my daughter.” your mom responds, giving him a bright smile 

“holy shit. you’re actually going to be my brother.” sammy states. 

“that’s if y/n says yes.” mrs. itadori states. 

sukuna gives her a glare. 

“what a vote of confidence, mom.” sukuna deadpans. 

“they already wear those plastic rings all the time. they literally think they’re already married in their heads. don’t be annoying, mom.” yuuji responds, huffing an irritated sigh at her as she rolls her eyes back. 

sukuna takes that as a vote for yes. 

“i’m obviously joking. the two of you have no sense of humor.” mrs. itadori responds. 

sukuna turns his head to the side, eyes expectant as he waits for his mom to give a proper response, noting that phenomenon – of getting so emotional that the feelings get crumpled up in your throat is one that he gets from his mom – as she reaches forward, a warm hand on his shoulder as she squeezes. 

“this is all i’ve ever wanted for you. not only because she’s my best friends daughter, but because…well, it’s all you deserve, my sweet boy.” she murmurs. 

he watches as him mom turns her head to the side, shooting an excited smile to your mom, as he notes that the wedding gears are probably turning in both of their heads just from that shared glance. 

“i’ll need a favor from all of you. two from yuuji and sammy.” sukuna states. 

sukuna smiles, before pulling out the little envelope in his pocket, the four of them giving him weary eyes as he opens it up. 

“whatever you need, son.” your mom responds. 

sukuna memorizes that line – the way that she said it – and commits it to memory. 

“you’ll all have to meet us in france first.” 

--

you and yuuji accompany megumi to the tattoo parlor as he gets his first set of ink. it’s a special design that yuuji drew out for him, a set of constellations that the two of them had charted together on one of their first dates together. 

the tattoo parlor still smells the same as you remember it, bright designs printed on the wall and neon lights, as you take in the little room – the magnets on the fridge and the little frames on toji’s desk. you note that there’s a picture that you took a few months prior, of tsumiki and megumi standing next to him. 

“hi toji.” 

you watch as he looks up from his little work station, his tools and guns meticulously organized, as he taps the seat in the middle, giving megumi a bright smile. 

“right here, kid.” 

after the funeral, you had finally found the time to reconcile with megumi about what happened on your birthday. the two of you got dangerously drunk, talking about deadbeat dads and everything in between, before yuuji and sukuna had to drag you out of there on your ass. 

about how your dad forgot you. about how megumi had never talked to his own. about how when they both left, how your moms spoke so little of them that you almost felt like they were ghosts of nothing. and that on most nights, you were filled with such a deep curiosity – of who they were, of what could have been. 

when yuuji dragged the two of you out of there, he had realized how much he had probably annoyed sukuna on the nights that he asked him to do that. 

but it seems that in the horror stories that you had shared with megumi, he realized that he was left with an agonizing amount of questions about his own father that he couldn't ignore. and one day on a whim – he had marched to the tattoo parlor all on his own and asked all of them, basically till toji was free of every answer that he could possibly give. 

and megumi realizded that there was more to the entire situation that met the eye. that there were things his mom had purposely omitted, for reasons he could understand but not get behind. and weirdly enough, by some twist of fate, was now going to reconcile with his own father. 

you were more than supportive. only because whatever strange fatherly advice of figure toji was trying to be for megumi, he was also trying to do for yuuji as well. it filled you with an almost insane amount of joy, that toji was so approving of yuuji, that he thought the two of them were meant to be together. 

and yuuji deserved that – someone who wanted to be his father. that was proud and happy for him for who he chose to love. that liked him just as he was. 

“you ready, megs?” toji asks. 

“yeah. this is the design.” meugmi responds, handing him over the little half sheet that yuuji had drawn out, as toji nods. 

you take toji’s side as he starts to stencil in the little design at his little workstation, yuuji leaning on the side of the little chair as him and megumi talk in hushed tones. 

“hi toji.” 

he glares at you. 

“do i know you?” he asks. 

you roll your eyes, slightly shoving him in the side, as you lean forward, watching him stencil the little design with his purple marker. 

“you’re hilarious, toji.” 

“i’m a part time comedian. i take tips.” 

you fish into your purse, reaching for one of the coins in there, and throw it onto the little tin working space. 

“you’re so generous!” he deadpans. 

“I live to please.” you joke. 

toji smiles, averting his eyes as you follow his gaze. he’s staring at megumi and yuuji, the two of them with their hands locked into together and laughing under their breaths. and you smile, only for toji to glare at the sweet look you’re giving him. 

while he’s just as much of a sap as sukuna, he hates to be up front about it. especially when it comes o you, because you always feel the need to make a comment about it to him. half because you want him to know that you appreciate what he’s doing for both of them. and because it’s really fun to irritate him. 

you imagine this is how satoru feels when he annoys sukuna. 

“shut up.” 

“i didn’t say anything.” you respond. 

“you were saying it with your face.” 

“you’re projecting!” 

toji glares, sketching the shading on the little constellation, as he heaves a sigh. 

“never did thank you, you know.” 

“for?” 

“dunno. telling him about your shit dad. he never would have come here if he didn’t.” 

“well, i for one, love to tell people about my shit dad. it makes for a funny story.” 

toji smiles. 

“he really didn’t recognize ya?” 

you shake your head. 

“he thought i was sukuna’s girlfriend from europe.” you state. 

“do you want me to kill him?” toji asks. 

you laugh. 

“that’s okay. yuuji punched him for me.” 

“eh? cupcake over there? there’s no way” 

you grin. toji very lovingly calls yuuji cupcake – only because the first time yuuji met him, he decided to bring a box of cupcakes that he consequently dropped on the sidewalk before he could even make it to toji’s apartment. 

“that’s right.” 

“no shit. he doesn’t have it in him. he’s so….sunshine and rainbows. like you.” 

“had a full bruised hand and everything! you’re forgetting that he’s sukuna’s brother.” 

“that’s fair.” toji states. 

there’s a pause. 

“speaking of, how is he?” 

“sukuna?” 

toji nods. 

“he’s okay. doing good, i think. i mean, he definitely has days where he’s…where it’s harder than others. but i’m glad that he trying to work on it now, at least try to be a little bit more open about it.” you state. 

“you know, he came into my shop, a shitty little angry sixteen year old begging me to give him a tattoo.” 

“and you broke the law and gave one to him.” you state. 

“yes. but only because at the time, i could…i could tell that he needed that. and i talked to him about stuff here and there, and i sat there and thought about how if my kid was feeling like this, i’d give them that so they wouldn’t do something more drastic. hurt themselves or something, ya know?” 

you frown. 

“yeah.” 

“and well, it’s fucking great. the fucking idiot walks in here smiling all the time. tells you all his weird shit even though he fucking hates doing it, or at least at the time, he did. he even seems more lively or younger or some shit compared to then. whatever it was that was wearing him down back then has long left him. so don’t worry about him too much? that one’s a fighter.” toji states. 

you smile, your heart thumping in your chest. 

“yeah. yeah, he is.” you respond. 

toji gives you a smile, tilting his head to the side as he beckons for you to join him at his megumi’s side. 

--

sukuna’s voice is muffled against your neck, lips warm on your skin, as he whispers. you’re eying the dresses that you have left – a flowery pink pattern and the white silk dress that sammy had picked out with you weeks prior. 

“wear that one.” 

“what?” 

“the white one. the one with the lace shit, that’s long. i want you to wear that one.” sukuna states. 

you frown. 

“i was saving that one.” 

“for?” sukuna grins. 

when sukuna brings you to france, you know that he’s going to propose to you. because on one of the last days of your trip, he’s taking you to the musée de l’orangerie, where monet’s water lilies are. and you know that true to his word, he’s going to propose there, just like he promised you almost a year ago in that dirty tattoo parlor. 

but you can’t say it forthright. that you’re saving the pretty white dress you have for the day that he’s going to propose. because it’s presumptuous to say he's going to propose, and knowing him, the element of surprise is something that he would have wanted maintained. 

but that doesn’t mean that sukuna doesn’t try to goad it out of you. he hints at it all the time – asking you why you save the dress for the end of the trip, why you’re saving some of your better jewelry for the last days, asking why you wanted to get your nails touched up towards the middle of the trip. 

it’s thin ice that the two of you walk on, that neither of you acknowledge. it’s what makes it exciting. 

“wear this one today, okay?” 

you frown, before scaling away to your suitcases, eyeing the dresses that are left in the bag

“wait but…” 

“you’re wearing the white.” sukuna demands. 

“i want to…” 

“wear the white. trust me, you’ll want to wear it today.” sukuna whispers, leaning over the little distance between the two of you, as he offers you a wink. 

you pause, testing the waters. 

“but…we’re going to giverny today.” 

“that’s right.” 

the water lilies are in paris. he can’t be proposing today. 

“you want me to wear this dress…this white dress…to giverny.” 

sukuna grins. 

“yes. the pink one is better for paris. you know i love pink.” 

you sigh, looking down at the fabric. he did have a thing for you in pink. you give in, putting together the outfit – the white dress, the mary jane shoes that sukuna had picked out for you, and a little pearl clip to secure your hair back. 

sukuna’s taking some extreme lengths – pressing his head in between your legs to buckle your shoes, attentively putting the clip in your hair, and pressing soft featherlike kisses to basically any patch of skin that you can find. 

“you’re in a mood today.” 

“i’m just really excited for giverny.” 

you understand the excitement once you get there. giverny’s the smallest little village in the north of france, a little bit of an hour away from where the two of you were staying, and is filled with the brightest, most beautiful flowers that you’ve ever seen in your life. 

you get into town in the early hours of the morning, the two of you giving each other excited smiles as you set out to the little town. the two of you eat breakfast together in the smallest bed and breakfast, sukuna takes an obscene amount of pictures, and you buy a little charm for your bracelet. 

sukuna gets uncharacteristically quiet, a light pink tinge on his cheeks, as he leads you down a winding road, unti you end up at a little house at the end of the way. it’s magnificent – a few people teetering in and out of the doors – as you eye the brick walls and the green window panes. there’s bright pink flowers at the front, muted purples and greens all around, as you look over at him, taken aback by the fact that he’s already looking at you. 

“sukuna?” 

“this is why we’re in giverny.” he murmurs, lightly pulling at your wrist as he takes you in through the middle of the house, offering a spare glance to the people milling around, and taking you through the back. 

his hand is warm in yours as you walk out to the little backyard, a green bridge across the little pools of water, with willowing trees dousing the entire area in the shade of the calm sun. he leads you right to the center of the bridge, the two of you leaning your chins on the tops of your hands as you look down at the water, your little reflections staring back at you. 

“did you notice what’s in the water?” 

you look around, feeling your heart drop in your chest, at the water lilies almost decorating the entire pond – pink flowers with lily pads of green – as you widen your eyes, the wetness glassing over your eyes as you look over at sukuna, who has the softest smile on his face. 

“i know that i’d lost the element of surprise when i told you that i wanted to propose to you at the water lilies in the musée de l’orangerie. i figured the next best thing was taking you to the real water lilies that the painting was based off of.”  

“wait. wait, this is…” 

“claude monet’s house. his garden, more specifically, and the real water lilies from the painting.” 

you pause.

“you’re going to propose.” you state. 

sukuna shakes his head. 

“not exactly.”

you feel your heart drop.

“what?” 

“i’m going to marry you.” 

you feel your throat dry. and your head spin. and your heart pounding in your chest – because surely, he can’t be serious. 

“sukuna?” you whisper. 

he laughs. 

“don’t freak out. but i’m going to marry you.” he repeats, the tenor in his voice so calm that it nearly freaks you out. 

you reach forward, hands on his shoulders as you squeeze hard, the wetness pouring onto your cheeks as you lean forward, smiling. 

“i would love to marry you. i’d do it right now but..but we can’t just..our moms, your outfit and i…” 

sukuna stops you mid sentence. 

“your sister and my brother are here with our moms. they’re actually watching from that bush if you look back.” 

you turn around, following the direction of sukuna’s finger, as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and his voice like honey in your ear as he continues. you see four sets of eyes – and yuuji giving you an embarrassingly wild wave – as sammy yanks him back down. 

“sammy has a veil. she said it’ll hook into the pearl clip that she gifted you. my mom picked wedding rings for us. your mom got ordained. and yuuji decided that he’s going to be the best man and the man of honor for both of us. your mom also has that weird flower shit for me that’s supposed to go on my jacket.” 

“wait…wait you really…” 

“speaking of, as much as i like this plastic ring…” 

sukuna uses his hands to spin you around, until you’re facing him this time, hands pressed against his chest as you look up at him. 

“i told you that i was going to give you a real one.” 

you watch as he reaches into his pocket, plucking the perfect little ring out of the box, as he reaches forward, slipping the plastic green one off of your hand and replacing it with the sparking diamond. the former goes into the depths of his pocket, but you’re too preoccupied with the one he’s just given you. 

you look down at it, at the way it glints in the sun, before looking back up at him, at the smile on his face as he expectantly waits for a response – to everything he’s just laid out in front of you. 

“you’re really doing this? you’re really going to marry me right here?” 

“if you let me.” sukuna responds. 

he pauses, before taking his hands in yours, eyeing and fiddling with the newly replaced ring on your finger before looking back up at you, and smiling. 

“i can’t wait any longer. i did all of this, flew our parents out and our siblings, and made sammy buy you this perfect, beautiful dress because i have to marry you right now. and it’s not because i’m paranoid or because i’m scared you’re going to die on me, but because you’re the love of my life. i want our love to be forever. i know you’re going to live to tomorrow and i am too – but it’s still not good enough for me that we’re not tied together in all the ways people can be tied together.” 

you smile. 

“i just want you to be my wife. you’ve been my everything since forever and i need everyone to know that. my tax forms, the government – i need it written in paper, i need there to be real living proof.” 

you laugh. 

“me too.” you murmur. 

“yeah?” 

“yeah. yeah, i need someone to shout it from the rooftops. i want to send it to the fucking newspaper back home just so everyone knows that you married me and i married you. and i really do want to do it right now.” 

and you watch as he grins – at what may be his first confirmation that everything he planned out is going to come to fruition right now, because you’re going to marry him. and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, hands frantic around your neck and pulling you closer as you lean back, glaring at him. 

“save that for the wedding.” 

“i needed one last kiss from you as my girlfriend.” 

“well, i think that was technically my first kiss as your fiancee? your last kiss with me as your girlfriend was the one this morning. it tasted like french toast.” you state.

he shakes his head. 

“okay, go away now. let sammy put your veil on. and walk back down with her and yuuji, okay?” 

you give him a nod, quickly shuffling to the little bush where all four of them are crouched, nervous eyes as you bend down, giving all of them a smile. 

“are we getting married?” your mom asks. 

“we’re getting married.” you confirm. 

the all cheer, yuuji leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, as you feel the warmth bloom under your cheeks, and they all start nervously panting. your mom starts rehearsing the little lines that she has to say, cards pressed in her hands, as sukuna’s mom pulls out the little box that the rings are in. the two of them nurse sukuna’s boutonniere in their hands, messing with the pin at the back and making sure it’s in place. 

“okay, turn around, i’m putting the veil on. mom, go stand out there with sukuna he looks like a fucking idiot standing there alone. yuuji and i will walk her down.” sammy mutters. 

the two of them nod, quickly running out – but not before giving you a warm kiss on the cheek – as you watch both of them give sukuna a long hug, biting so hard on your cheek that you draw blood when sukuna leans forward, wiping a tear away from your mom’s face. 

you hear a little clicking noise, as sammy starts draping the little frilly veil over your shoulders, her eyes in a deep attentiveness as she comes around, fixing the stray hairs on your forehead and the straps of your dress with frantic hands. and you can’t help but lean forward, wet tears in your eyes, as you burrow your chin into the crook of her shoulder, and squeeze hard. 

“you’re going to walk me down the aisle?” you ask. 

you lean back, sammy giving you a sweet smile before reaching up and cupping the side of your face. 

“i helped you take your first steps. s’only fitting, right?” 

“yeah.” you whisper. 

“and we can’t do it without him either, of course. naturally, you’re going to be attached at the hip until the end.” sammy mutters. 

and you turn to your left, where yuuji’s uncharacteristically quiet at your side with wide eyes, hands nervously fidgeting in his pockets at his side as you shoot him a warning glance. 

“you okay?” 

“i was friends with you when you literally had no fucking teeth. and now you’re just getting married. to my brother.” 

you smile. 

“do you have a problem with that?” 

yuuji rolls his eyes. 

“i don’t like to share.” 

and he pauses, before leaning forward, his hands featherlike on your shoulder. 

“i know this is really weird, but i…i feel like i’m giving you away.” yuuji mumbles. 

you laugh. 

“i feel like you’re giving me away too. you…you’ve been the only person around in my life, in the same way, basically forever. you’re really the only person whose approval matters to me.” 

he smiles. 

“we’ve both spent a good amount of our lives just with each other. but i’m glad that you’ve opened up space for a few more. and i have to. and for sukuna of all people, who fucking adores you. i’m half mad i didn’t think of it myself earlier, but you’re perfect for each other.” 

“thank you, yuuji.” 

“and this is the perfect scheme. you’re going to be my sister. we can upgrade the term soulmate to soul sister now.” 

“deal.” you whisper.

you both laugh, as yuuji holds his hand out to you, which you tuck your hand into before pressing a kiss to his cheek. the two of them look to you for confirmation, before you leave your little spot behind the bush, your little heels clicking against the wood of the bridge, as sukuna stands in between your moms, a hand pressed to his chest, and he cries freely.

his mom hands you the rings, two simple golden bands. and your mom seals the words, that tie you together forever.

--

four days later, you finally do make it to musée de l’orangerie. sukuna drags you towards the back – to the painting from the blue and purple background that’s been on your computer for years – as you both tangle your arms together, fingers adored with your newly minted rings. 

it feels dangerously full circle to sukuna. 

that he had visited years prior, alone with headphones shoved into his ears, and stood there alone thinking about you. about how he wanted to live, about how he was going to move past everything that had happened to him – and at the very least, return to japan someday and see you again. 

and he stood there, wondering what you would be like. if you liked the same music, if you watched the same shows. if you still ate cinnamon raisin french toast and wore ribbons in your hair. 

and at that point, he knew he wasn’t going to return to japan for another few years, but when he did – he was at the very least, going to be determined to find the answers, in the most natural way he could. that somehow, the two of you would end up near each other, at the same restaurant or at the same bar, and he’d get to ask. 

“what are you thinking about?”  you whisper. 

sukuna looks down, at your head resting against his shoulder, and leans forward, pressing an absentminded kiss to your forehead. 

“that this time around, you’re standing here with me.” 

that he got to put a ring on your finger. that he knows you don’t listen to the same type of music as him but you do have the same taste in shows – even if you have different favorite seasons. you like french toast when he makes it and think the ribbons fall better when he places them in your hairband for you. 

you love him. and he loves you back.

--

an: a very long love letter to this beloved fic. this has been six months of one of the sweetest things i've ever written. this fic is literally so special to me for so many reasons bc it's pushed me so many ways in figuring out how I like to write and express my feelings -- and i've put so much of myself and my real struggles of good old life into it. needless to say that all of the sweet comments and love that i've received on this have every bit worth it. this goofy little one shot took a life of it's own from all the love you've all given me on it and i'm so glad we ended up here together 💌 (and I promise, i'll actually write dream girl actor sukuna now, I just had to finish this one up properly)

and a beloved kiss to my lovely @babiemay who enabled this original brain rot in the first place. you are a star.

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[ak319]

Dark Arthur Morgan x sis reader

(!!WARNINGS: Abuse, misogyny , possessiveness, restrictions.) +Arthur is in his 20's here

"And what about this question, ma'am?" you asked, leaning over Mrs. Anne, your teacher. She ran a small homeschool for girls and Montessori for kids with some of the little kids being your friends' siblings. It was such a cozy, safe environment for studying. Classes started in the afternoon, around 4:30 p.m., and went on until the evening, usually wrapping up by 7 or 8.

You lived in Strawberry with your dad, Lyle, and your older brother, Arthur Morgan. Your dad had changed a lot after your mother's death, becoming an alcoholic and often disappearing for days. Arthur, on the other hand--he was your shield, making you feel both protected and suffocated at the same time. Since your father was usually too lost in his own world or away from home, he didn’t bother you much, only occasionally checking in as if to remind you he was still your father. Meh.

But Arthur--he took his role far too seriously. In fact, he thought he should take on both his and your father’s duties. That’s why you had to ask--or rather, beg--him to let you attend Mrs. Anne's classes when you first heard about them from Isla, your friend who had shown you the poster.

Strawberry wasn’t that big of a town, and after verifying everything about Mrs. Anne, Arthur finally agreed--thankfully. But only on the condition that he would pick you up and drop you off himself. He used to be caring, but not like this. Your mother’s death had changed the two men in the house in completely opposite ways. One stopped caring altogether, while the other became overbearing. And you were just trying to survive, making the best of it.

The urge to run away with your friends felt all too real sometimes. But then you’d think what would Arthur might do if he ever found you? That’s where all your plans would fall apart. You had also learned, through Arthur, that neither he nor your father were earning their money honestly. He tried to keep it from you at first, but eventually told you when you were old enough. You had your suspicions anyway--his words were just confirmation.

Today was like any other day. Arthur had dropped you off outside Mrs. Anne's house as usual. But by 7:30, the weather took a sudden turn--it started raining heavily out of nowhere. It had been a bit windy earlier, but there was no sign of rain. Yet here it was, pouring down. Time passed, and it was now 8:10 p.m., but your idiot of a brother still hadn't shown up to pick you up. You were feeling awkward staying at your teacher's home, despite Mrs. Anne and her husband being the sweetest people. You’d already had two cups of hot chocolate with your friend, Isla, and didn’t want to impose any further.

"(Y/N), he might not come with this heavy rain. We could walk to your house together--it’s not that far," Isla suggested, whispering. It was just the two of us left, as most of the girls had gone home earlier. You both had work to finish, but even if you’d finished sooner, you couldn’t leave without Arthur. Going home without him wasn’t the first option.

"But what if he comes here after we leave?"

Isla groaned. "Mrs. Anne will tell him that we headed to your place. Look at me--my house is even further than yours, what the hell would I do-- oh my God! I can just stay at yours tonight! I already told my mother that if it rains, I might stay over at yours. Let’s just go!."

She had a point. Maybe Arthur was out doing--well, you didn’t even want to think about it. After taking leave from Mrs. Anne, the two of you dashed to your house with the umbrellas she had given you.

Once you reached the small, humble abode, you both headed to your room with the food you had prepared earlier, settling in to chat and relax while enjoying the soothing sound of the rain.

"Where are your dad and brother?" Isla asked.

You shrugged. "I mean--Dad being absent is normal, but Arthur is usually home by now. I’m kind of worried."

"Seriously, (Y/N)? I’d be happy to have the house to myself for a change. Not to mention, some space. He’s--kind of scary, isn’t he?"

"Scary? Well, yeah, sometimes. But trust me, he’s nice and caring. More than Dad could ever be. It does get a bit too much at times, though."

"Mhm. And it’s kind of messed up, isn’t it? The work they do. Both of them." Isla was the only friend you’d confided in about your family, and that was only because she had once seen Arthur with Dutch, a shady con man who often visited Strawberry or rather his boss. You hated Dutch despite never meeting him. He's the reason your brother is now on the same path as your dad.

"What can I do about it? I’ve tried talking to him, but he always shuts me out--" Your eyes caught a glimpse of a paper sticking out of the side pocket of your bag. "Wait, what’s that?"

You pulled out the paper, and both you and Isla began reading it. It was some kind of confession addressed to Mavis, another girl in your class. You couldn’t figure out who wrote it or why it was in your bag. The writer had only signed with an initial: A.

"Oh! Wait, wait, wait! It must be Amell. I saw him whispering to a kid outside from the window. He must be the one who gave this to him to put in Mavis’s bag."

"Amell who? And how did this end up in my bag?" you asked, confusion evident on your face as you looked back at the note.

Isla leaned back against the headboard, stretching her limbs with a relaxed sigh. "Amell is Mrs. Anne’s son. I’ve seen him talking to Mavis before. You and Mavis were sitting together today, and you both have the same colored bags. The kid must’ve gotten confused."

“Is the kid we’re talking about, Anders? He’s so dumb,” you said, shaking your head with a soft chuckle. “Anyway, don’t let me forget to hand this to Mavis tomorrow.”

Suddenly, the door to your room burst open, and Arthur stormed in.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his sudden intrusion. "Um... hi?" you said, your tone a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

Isla straightened up, her eyes quickly avoiding Arthur’s gaze, as she gave a hesitant but polite greeting as well.

"How did you get home?" Arthur's voice was cold, cutting through the room.

"Isla and I came together. Where were you, though?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual despite the tension.

Arthur’s gaze shifted to Isla. "Isla, the rain has stopped. You should go home. Your family must be waiting."

Isla looked at you, confusion clear on her face. "She’s staying becau-"

"Not today," Arthur interrupted firmly.

"Why not? Are you going to tell me where you were?" you shot back, frustration creeping into your voice.

"Y/N, I--I’ll see you tomorrow."

You let Isla leave, your irritation with Arthur growing. You wanted to talk openly without making Isla uncomfortable in the middle of the family drama. As you moved to escort her to the front door, Arthur abruptly blocked your path. "Stay here," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

You sighed and sank back onto the bed, shoving the letter--which was still in your hand--back into your bag. Arthur stormed back in and slammed the door a bit too hard.

"What’s gotten into you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice calm despite the frustration bubbling up inside.

Arthur’s eyes were cold, his jaw set. "What did I tell you about coming home alone?" His irritation was palpable, fixated on the condition he had imposed.

"Well, what was I supposed to do, stay there? It’s 9 p.m.! Where were you?" Your words seemed to only fuel his anger, rather than penetrate his stubbornness.

Arthur’s gaze hardened. "I’ve noticed your tone changing recently, ever since you started going there. What exactly are they teaching you at that place, huh?"

"Basic knowledge. Like not overstaying your welcome at someone’s house when you can walk home," you retorted, trying to keep your tone steady despite your rising frustration.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed further as he took a few steps closer. "Is that so?" His voice was low, dangerously calm. "Well, our dear father got arrested, so I was at the sheriff's. And as for ‘basic knowledge,’" he said, grabbing your bag and dumping its contents onto the floor.

"HEY! My books!!" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and anger in your voice.

"Mhm, what might this be?" Arthur’s attention was fixed on the letter he had seen earlier. He picked it up and read it, his expression darkening as his suspicions were confirmed. "A confession, hmm? An A? This is what you two were gigglin' about earlier?" he murmured, crumpling the letter in his fist, his gaze still locked on it. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your composure.

"A for… Amell, her son, right?" Arthur’s tone was icy, his eyes boring into you as he processed the revelation.

"What even--- That wasn’t for me! It was for Mavis! Have you forgotten to read?!" you protested, trying to defend yourself. He scoffed at your reply, eyes twinkling with amusement. "So Mavis is your codename?"

"Are you serious?"

Arthur’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did he drop you both home, or just you alone? Huh?" His fists clenched tightly, and you could see the anger boiling beneath his calm exterior. Arthur's boots struck the floor with a deliberate, menacing rhythm.

"What are you on about, Arthur? You know that’s not true! A kid put it in my bag. Look, it’s not mine. You can ask Isla."

Arthur’s gaze hardened even further. "Why should I ask her? Hm? She’s your partner in crime, isn’t she? And it’s not like you’re going to see her again."

"W-what? What does that mean?!" you stammered, panic rising in your voice. But nothing could have prepared you for the next moment. Your hands were now on his as he gripped your jaw, your body instinctively going stiff, the fear evident in your eyes. This was the first time he had raised his hands to you in such a threatening manner.

"Yes, no more Isla and no more of that whorehouse you go to. You’ve studied enough. I’ve been too lenient with you." A pained whimper escaped your lips as his gloved fingers dug into your jaw.

"N-no-don’t do that! Why are you not believing me, Arthur?!" you pleaded, your voice breaking. He shoved you by your jaw, sending you crashing to the floor. Your head narrowly missed hitting the bed’s edge.

"If you utter one more word or try to set a foot outside until I say so, especially to that school of yours, I WILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING LEGS!"

His heavy breathing was the only sound you could hear as you stared at the floor, your vision blurred by tears and chest tight with fear and anxiety. He can easily break you in two if he wants to right now, even Isla's gone. "I am here, working these jobs to keep a roof over your head while that fool has clearly given up, and you’re here, frolicking with your lovers! Learning to write fucking love letters." He stood over you, his anger uncontrollable, and grabbed you by your hair, forcing you to lift your head slightly.

"You’ve enjoyed yourself enough. Now stay at the fucking house and make it a home, like Mother did, like you are supposed to do. And I’m dead serious when I say you don’t want me seeing you going near that house or interacting with those little friends of yours, got it? Because I have eyes and ears everywhere." His words were a chilling threat, leaving you too stunned to fully grasp their meaning.

"DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!" he demanded, his voice thunderous. He yanked your hair with a brutal force, his actions cold and devoid of the care he once showed you. This was the same brother who used to be so kind, now revealing his true, harsh colors over a simple misunderstanding.

"K-kay," you managed to choke out, nodding with tears streaming down your face. He released you with a rough shove.

"Get up and heat the food. I’m going to freshen up." And just like that, he left, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence. Your books lay scattered around you, their presence a painful reminder of a future now out of reach, as you were left enveloped in a cloud of despair.

Part II

[successblueprints]

Discipline is one of those things we all know we need, but rarely talk about in a real, no-nonsense way. It’s not about perfection or having everything figured out—it’s about how we show up, especially when things get tough. In this piece, we're cutting through the noise and breaking down some practical, grounded strategies for building and maintaining discipline in everyday life. No fluff, just straightforward advice you can actually use. Think of it as baby steps toward a more disciplined life—small actions that add up over time. Whether it’s pushing through challenges, setting clear limits, or learning how to embrace failure, these insights will help you take control of your mindset and habits, one manageable step at a time. Let’s dive in.

1. Embracing Learning

The idea here is to go beyond just surface-level knowledge. Think about it like this: you don’t just study to pass a test—you study because the information could be crucial when you least expect it. It’s like being the mechanic who knows every part of an engine, not for show, but because one day that knowledge might be the key to solving a real problem.

How I’d use this:I’m not going to just cram facts. I’ll take time to understand the material deeply so it sticks, especially in subjects where real understanding matters long-term, like chemistry or biology.

2. Becoming the Character

Instead of looking up to characters or people who seem to have it all together, what if you just became that person? It’s like putting on a new mindset, the same way you’d wear a suit that makes you feel more confident. You act the part until it’s real.

How I’d use this:When I’m feeling unsure or unmotivated, I’ll flip the switch and act like I’m already the disciplined, focused version of myself. It’s about adopting the mentality, even if I don’t feel it yet.

3. Honest Conversations

We often dodge the truth about where we’re slipping. But nothing changes until you face it. The sooner you admit to yourself that you’ve been cutting corners, the sooner you can fix it. It’s like finally cleaning out a messy room—it’s tough to start, but afterward, everything flows better.

How I’d use this:Next time I catch myself skipping workouts or studying less than I know I should, I’ll stop and call myself out. No more pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.

4. Overcoming Adversity (Sisyphus Mentality)

Think of discipline like pushing a heavy boulder up a hill, knowing it might roll back down tomorrow. It’s not glamorous, but it’s a daily choice. You either keep pushing or let the boulder flatten you.

How I’d use this:When things get overwhelming, like with exams or back-to-back assignments, I’ll focus on just moving forward. One task at a time, knowing every little push counts.

5. Embracing the Furnace (Let’s Skip the Dungeon)

Instead of shying away from challenges, face them head-on. It’s like stepping into a furnace where you get refined, not burned. The more time you spend dealing with hard things, the stronger you get. Avoiding discomfort only holds you back from leveling up.

How I’d use this:When I’m avoiding something tough—whether it’s a hard concept in class or just dragging myself to the gym—I’ll remind myself that pushing through now makes everything easier later.

6. Friction and Greatness

Every day starts with friction, that resistance that keeps you in bed or makes you procrastinate. That resistance doesn’t just disappear. The trick is to recognize it’s always there, but every time you push past it, you get a little stronger.

How I’d use this:Next time I feel like avoiding a workout or putting off a difficult study session, I’ll push through the friction, knowing that every time I do, it gets a bit easier.

7. Embracing Failure

Failure isn’t the end—it’s part of the process. Think of it like learning to ride a bike. You’re going to fall, scrape your knees, and maybe even get frustrated, but that’s how you learn. Without those failures, you’ll never figure out how to balance.

How I’d use this:If I mess up a quiz or struggle with a new concept, I won’t dwell on it. Instead, I’ll treat it as feedback, figure out what went wrong, and try again.

8. Set Clear Limits

Knowing your limits isn’t about being lazy; it’s about being smart. If you try to run full speed every day, you’ll burn out. It’s like running a marathon—you need to pace yourself to make it to the end without collapsing halfway through.

How I’d use this:I’ll stop glorifying overwork. Instead, I’ll set manageable study sessions and take breaks when I need them so I can keep going strong in the long run.

9. Declare Your Limits

Once you know what you can handle, it’s important to communicate that to others. It’s like drawing a line in the sand, setting boundaries so you don’t overcommit and end up exhausted.

How I’d use this:When I feel overloaded, I’ll be honest about it and set boundaries with myself and others. No more saying yes to everything just to prove I can handle it.

10. Prevent Overexertion

Whether it’s at the gym or in your studies, overexertion doesn’t help anyone. Going too hard too fast is how you end up injured, either physically or mentally. The key is to build gradually and pace yourself.

How I’d use this:When I’m tempted to do a marathon study session, I’ll pull back and focus on balance. No need to kill myself over one day’s work—steady progress is what counts.

11. Find Passionate Work

If you’re not passionate about what you’re doing, discipline becomes a grind. But when you care about something, discipline becomes easier. It’s not about forcing yourself to grind—it’s about genuinely wanting to put in the effort.

How I’d use this:I’ll focus more on the parts of my studies I’m actually excited about. That way, I’m working hard because I want to, not because I have to.

12. Clear Goal Setting

Without clear goals, you’re just wandering around aimlessly. Goals act like a map, keeping you on track. The clearer and more specific your goals, the easier it is to know what you’re working toward.

How I’d use this:Instead of vague goals like “study chemistry,” I’ll break it down into something actionable like “review 3 chapters” or “complete 10 equations.” It keeps me focused.

13. Routine Development

Discipline becomes easier when it’s part of your routine. Think of it like brushing your teeth—you don’t debate whether or not to do it, you just do. Building a routine takes the guesswork out of discipline.

How I’d use this:I’ll create a daily study routine so it becomes automatic. Same time, same place every day—no negotiating with myself about when to start.

14. Environment Design

Your environment matters. If you’re surrounded by distractions, you’re setting yourself up to fail. It’s like trying to run through quicksand—you’re not going to get far.

How I’d use this:I’ll make my study space distraction-free by clearing clutter, silencing my phone, and making sure everything I need is within reach so I can focus better.

15. Regular Reflection

If you don’t stop to reflect, you’ll never know how far you’ve come or what needs adjusting. Reflection isn’t about patting yourself on the back—it’s about checking the map and making sure you’re still on the right path.

How I’d use this:Every week, I’ll take a few minutes to look back at what went well and where I need to make adjustments. It helps keep me on course.

16. Self-Reward

Discipline doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the process. Small rewards along the way help keep you going, making the grind more manageable. It’s like giving yourself little checkpoints to look forward to.

How I’d use this:I’ll give myself small rewards after hitting certain study milestones—whether it’s a break, a snack, or something I enjoy. It helps keep the momentum going without burning out.

[deargravity]

kind of obsessed with "what if" scenarios that are ultimately fruitless because the outcome will probably never change.

can't stop thinking about the conversation the other miracles had about akashi's captaincy right after he was promoted. midorima's fierce belief in his friend's ability to pull the team together. kuroko's concern that it might be too much to take. did they ever talk about it? did akashi ever know midorima thought this highly of him or that kuroko cared so deeply for him? would it have changed anything if he'd known his friends trusted him but also wanted the best for him?

midorima's comment about akashi bringing the team together breaks me, in hindsight and i wonder if it broke midorima's heart too, in a way, when he realised his faith in akashi's capabilities backfired so terribly. that he'd unintentionally ended up abandoning his friend by framing the situation so that everyone relied on akashi without considering he might be able to rely on them too. (it's not mido's fault though, because akashi was already raised to always stand differently and ahead of his peers by his father but i still think the sentiment might have damaged him differently when coming from his friends.) midorima's capacity to focus on performing his personal best because he has fierce trust in his teammates but his initial difficulty warming up to shutoku because he was afraid he'd do it all wrong again? still thinking about that... i don't know... there is something so complicated about everything because midorima had so much faith in akashi, maybe to their own detriment, but it was at the point where nothing anyone could have said would have changed what was already happening. any one of them could have cared or not cared and it wouldn't have mattered because the pivotal moment was akashi's promotion to captain. they were kind of at the point of no return, you know what i mean?

and such early captaincy itself was another burden to shoulder for akashi especially at such an early stage of his formal basketball career where he'd barely begun to explore camaraderie through equal footing with his teammates before being relegated to captain, which inevitably changed the power dynamics again, separating akashi's role from the rest of the team. do you understand, do you understand, am i making sense? i think it can essentially be understood as akashi once again being given responsibilities before he's ready for them, before he's even gotten to enjoy what he's doing the same way his father increasingly enlists him in extracurriculars and enrichment classes at the first sign of competence in one or the other, and akashi's life just becomes a string of one next big thing after the other. he hasn't taken a real breath in a while. how long has he been holding his breath? how long has he been holding up the sky?

the worst part is that it is literally no one's fault except the coach and school administration that insisted on spreading these kids too thin. nijimura wouldn't have felt pressured to step down so soon if he hadn't felt like he had to choose between being a captain or a son, in the first place, which is a messed up choice to be forced to make. the whole situation upsets me because it's always the "trusted adults" in question causing all the problems in the first place.

i think about that scene with nijimura and akashi too much - the "are you uncertain?" "no, i'm worried about you." and i think about it probably more than i should. in a different context it could have been an exchange between akashi and kuroko respectively if kuroko had expressed his concerns sooner. the entire scene felt kind of despondent, too, and not just because of nijimura's news. it didn't feel celebratory at all and i guess that's just a testament to the trend of akashi gaining responsibilities faster than he's capable of shouldering them but having to carry them with grace anyway because there's no other option. because he loves his captain, he loves basketball and he loves this team that believes so absolutely in him that he has to be absolute in his strength as well.

there's just so many ifs but none of those could have changed what was about to happen. idk...

[arizonaconservativegal]

Dawg Hunter was caught banging kids and human trafficking while high on hardcore drugs. Brought drugs into the white house and committed treason with enemies of the country. He should NOT be pardoned under any circumstances.

Okay first of all Hunter is a world class shitbag, don't get me wrong, but I've never seen anything credible to suggest he's a pedophile nor have I seen evidence that his crimes meet the constitutional definition of treason. I don't care for such accusations and hyperbole when they're directed at Trump so I'm not going to participate in spreading them about Hunter Biden. Besides, it's not as though there isn't plenty else to say about him.

I do agree that justice would be to charge, try, and sentence Hunter for all of his crimes. But I also think that is not what the country needs right now.

Hunter doesn't matter. He's always been just a loser and a tool used by others. When Joe is out of office, he'll become useless and irrelevant again. It might be fun for some of us to see him metaphorically hang after a biased just system nearly let him off at the same time they were targeting school board moms - I'll admit it would give me a great deal of schadenfreude - but that's really all it would do.

Pardoning him would be a public act of grace and forgiveness and I think we could all use that example right now. It would be a signal that we're not wasting any more energy on the past - it can't be changed now anyway so why waste the future on it when we could use that time to do something better? It's time to leave the past in the past and move on. Turn the page, as I've heard many Dems say lately.

But I'm not suggesting that we just roll over and say all is forgiven. Moving on needs to be something we all agree to or there's no point. Trump should not pardon Hunter unless Biden pardons Trump first.

There's no real reason for Biden not to agree. It's not as though a federal case can realistically be pursued at this point. I also think pardoning Trump would be a way for the Dem leaders to save face - they don't have to admit their case was garbage from the start and they can claim a moment of moral high ground for not dragging the country through such a spectacle when we have bigger problems.

By virtue of being the current president, Biden would have to go first. This means we would know he's kept up his end of the bargain before Trump would have to act. I would suggest a joint public announcement of the plan to pardon each side so everyone can share in the credit and to keep everyone honest later. Biden should pardon Trump sooner rather than later, in the interest of the smoothest possible transition, and the plan should be for Trump to pardon Hunter on the first day.

More quietly, Biden should arrange for the governors of the states with cases against Trump to also pardon him of any alleged state crimes after Hunter's pardon comes through, again, on day 1. Give Trump one more reason to follow through on his end of the bargain - not that I think he'd reneg - and give the Dems a chance to make a show of turning the page rather than admit they really can't touch him now.

The Dem's case against Trump is over anyway. They should make it official. And Trump should pardon Hunter in return.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Twenty-one:Faithful

*flashback*

Let's do the things we say in text

**texting**

Today was my last day of work for a week ... idk what ima do with the free time.

You need to relax Fr maybe go get a massage or something

That sounds good ... might take the time to get my hair braided and my nails done again

Yeah all that sounds good baby... you need to take sometime I know all this stuff with me has been crazy

I wouldn't change it though ... I've only gotten a few questions at the office and they weren't bad it's just with clients... I need the news to blow over

Nah I get it .... What you doing?👀

Waiting for you to call or something 😂😂 I've already settled in I'll probably have some food delivered for the night

Mmmmm I can't wait to talk to you on the phone ... you was getting spicy last night

Spicy how?😂😂

You know what you said talking about you liked being choked ... crazy ass

That's not how the conversation went Jayson

Oh tell me then🧐😂

Wellll you were talking about that tweet and all I said was she didn't explain if she enjoyed the choking ... because some people do

And then what I say? I asked if you did

And I said probably ... that didn't mean yes

It means you do but you don't wanna tell me you do... whatever I'll find out real soon... can't wait until you start telling me you wet just thinking about me... you know I already can tell when you're horny

And how on earth can you do that?

I wish I would give you my secrets

Lol okay man you trippin

I'm not ... you like talking about sex with me cause you don't know how it feels yet... I could be the best you ever had and you don't know it yet cause you haven't had the pleasure

Do you think you will be?

I know I will be ... cause I already know you like the back of my hand

So what makes me cum?

My mouth when I get it on you

😳😳

Stop playing with me cause I'm not playing with you ... you're wet now btw

Jayson you get on my nerves 😂😂

But am I wrong though? Cause I know Im not

What if i'm not playing?

Mmmmm I guess we'll just have to wait and see... when you bringing your sexy ass back up here

When I get a proper invitation

Well.... Be on the look out for that ... I gotta go I'll call you this afternoon ... relax

😂😂 of course I will talk to you later Bae

Ttyl

*6:00 pm

"I miss you ... come see me while you free"

YN had taken a week of pto to truly relax. She was becoming a little overwhelmed with all the blogs knowing her she had traffic on her Instagram now more than ever and WAGS the blog site was watching her heavily liking and then unliking her posts just to make sure she saw them even commenting sometimes mostly when it had to do with Jayson. She wish she could could go back to their first date .... It was warm it was soft she missed him.... Badly.

It had been a month since Melo swore to leave her alone.... For the most part he had left her Alone except the occasional reaction to her story.

"I got your flowers bae ... they're beautiful" she said smiling extra hard at the screen "so you read my card? You coming?" "So when we were talking earlier... you had already had them sent?" "As soon as you told me you had a week off I was determined to get you up here" "We haven't really done a sleep over yet...." "I been waiting on it to be honest it's been a month and a half" "funny how time flies .... When you're having fun" he laughed "yeah but ... it'll be more fun when you bring your ass .... So can you for me?" "Of course like I said I was just waiting for the invitation"

"damn I should've said something last week" "yeah you should have..." "come tonight?" "Find me a ticket Jay" "fuck a ticket I'll get a private" "no... I will be fine on a commercial flight bae ... it's still too early for big gestures" "I just want you to ride comfortably" "I be comfortable in first class.... Plussss getting your staff and all that first plus a plane .... I'm trying to see you sooner than later it's just a like two hours bae" "you right ... can you be ready for the flight at 9? They have a first class seat available" "what time is it..." "6:45... pack for the week" "um yeah I can make that" "you sure?" "Mhmmmm" "well get ready I'm sending the ticket and all that to your phone" "you gotta get off the phone first I don't want you to see what I'm packing" she smiles

"mmm.... You finally ready to do the things we say over text?" YN laughed "I like when you haven't seen my outfits Jay I get real reactions" "well... I just sent the stuff ima plan some stuff while you packing ... see you soon" "you picking me up from the airport?" "Yeah of course" she smiled "yay okay... well see you soon Bae" "bye baby girl" she hangs up

Maybe during this trip they can finally have sex. One thing about it is if they weren't long distance she would've gave it up weeks ago.... Shit maybe after the second week. She knew it was getting harder to contain herself because their conversations have naturally started getting sexual... like pass the flirting. He wanted to know what she like and didn't like before he even touched her. Their conversations never truly stopped even when it went sexual it wasn't awkward... it made her ready for all of it. She didn't wanna assume he was great but it was hard not to.

*getting off the plane*

After she walked down the stairs off the plane and down the long aisles she got to her luggage searching for an exit standing outside the cool night air hit her skin it felt good to smell fresh air. The plane ride was nice enough but it was 11:30 and she was hungry. Soon enough she saw Jayson rolling in smiling ear to ear.

He parked the car even though he wasn't supposed to grabbing her luggage and placing it in the car.

"Hey baby... I know you tired of me saying I miss you .... But I missed you" he said kissing her lips and then her forehead. "Well now you don't have too" she smiled when he opens her door letting her and then getting back in the driver seats pulling off roughly. She blushed cause he kept looking at her

"Pay attention to the road Jayson" his hand rested on her thigh"how you even more beautiful in person .... That shit crazy" "you look good too... but if we wanna keep looking this way ... you gotta focus on the road" she laughed "that was a good one I'll give you that.... How was the flight?" "quick... I'm honestly a little sleepy now" "did you eat?" "No not dinner" "you wanna get something quick? So you can settle in?" She smiled "yes ... what's near your house?" "Nothing really .... Probably like a Burger King or Wendy's ... chick fil a closed ummm Arby's?" "Wendy's is fine ... I can go for a frosty" "okay bet" he grabs her hand "you eating too?" "Yeah ima get something ...you staying all week?"

"Mhm... self care days" "in that case ... I'm taking care of you all week" "in what ways?" "All— Hmm? What ways you want me to take care of you?" He started to answer but then stopped himself when he registered how she was talking to him. "I was just asking bae" "HA... I'm not convinced" "well ... what can I do to convince you?" She smirked "well shit ... I don't know I gotta look in your eyes and see innocence" they get stopped at a red light so she smiles "look now" he glances over at her staring deeply in her eyes "nah that look is sinster" she laughed "no that's how you want me looking at you" "yeah that's true... and you doing it right now" she smiled "what that mean?" "I guess you'll just have to chill and figure it out" "mmmmmm do I have a choice?" "Always baby" she laughed

"it feels good to be here with you ... I wish we could always be like this" "I was talking to my mama earlier and I just noticed how much I love you.... It's crazy" "love huh?" "Yeah love ... it's like you had made the moment you said my name in the club or when I watched you devour the hamburger ... I don't know it just happened so fast but I'm glad" "me too... I never fell for anyone so damn fast... the fact I let you lock me down the first date... mmmm crazy" she smiled "that was bold of me to ask.... But I felt the vibe" "yeah... cause it was definitely mutual"

"So what about this vibe now?" She smiled "we stay on the same wave length ... I just um I'm nervous ... if I'm being honest" "okay we'll talk more ... when we get back to my place..." she smiled "you like ... Amazing a lil bit you know that?" "Yeah I do ... but I'm wondering what made you say that" "I just love how everything can be a conversation with you... like I truly don't even have to go into detail I just tell you I'm uncomfortable and you're ready to step in and help ... I love that" "well good bae... but you do that same shit.... You don't realize how much better I've been sleeping since you told me those little tricks" she smiled "bae that's small" "nah it's big.... Sleep is hella important and I wasn't getting it ... until you" she smiled completely speechless as he pulled into the drive thru

she laughed slightly when he already knew her order down to the drink and what flavor frosty she wanted. Once he got the bag he passed it to her she immediately started eating the fries.

"Oooou these were fresh ... so hot" "let me taste" she grabs a French fry placing it in his mouth watching him chew she bit her lip ... how was everything he did really that sexy

*time skip

Before she walked out of the bathroom she opened the door already speaking. "Jayson?" "Yeah?" He laughed "you said I should be comfortable right? Do everything I normally do?" "Yes Wussup?" "Well ... you have plans for us tomorrow and I want my hair to be cute so I have something in it" "I seen you with a scarf , a bonnet, hair wild, hair in twists, Bantu knots... all on FaceTime Why would I get weird now?" "cause I'm here" "girl get yo ass out here... cause now I'm curious" she laughed "no jokes?" "Can't promise that.... But let me see"

She walked out of the bathroom. He smiled "you so damn extra" he shook his head. "It's cute?" "You always cute now come here so we can talk and you can go to sleep cause I know you tired" she sauntered to the bed leaning over to kiss his lips and then straddle him. He rubs her ass

"We clearly both want sex .... But I want you to be ready for me... like comfortable" he says looking in her eyes "I am comfortable... I just want it to not feel .... Forced. We've been talking a lot and I've enjoyed hearing the many things you wanna do to me once I'm ready but I need it to be spontaneous" "I get that... I'm just saying it's been moments were I wanted you but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable so I didn't act on it" she kisses his lips "well this is my way of telling you next time you're in the mood .... And I'm in the mood ... go for it" he smiled

"mhm I got you .... A whole lotta foreplay and teasing" "why?" " cause I know you like it" she grinds on him slowly. "I talk too much" she says softly on his lips "why you say that?" "Because I told you I like it... I should've let you figure it out" "I would have ... quick" he kisses her lips "anymore talk in you sir?" She yawns he smiles "nah I'm good ... you good?" "I'm great let go to sleep" "you sleeping on top of me?" "No" she laughed laying down beside him "you could have if you wanted too" "no Jaysonnnnnnnn I sleep wild" "okay then goodnight" "goodnight" he reaches and turns the light off

*next morning

She woke up to him fumbling around the room. "What time is it?" She moaned looking around confused "sorry bae I gotta go to practice I wasn't trying to turn on the light so you could stay sleep" "ohh okay" he kisses her forehead "I'm kinda running late so I'll see you when I get back okay? I should be back by the time you wake up" "okay baby I love you" "I love you too" he rushes out of the room she sighs when she hears his car start and he pulls off.

It was still dark outside so instead of looking at the time she just rolled back over dozing off. When she woke up again it was 8 o clock so after sitting for a while she got up using the bathroom and brushing her teeth. She was hoping Jayson would already be back when she was awake cause being in this big house by herself scared her. She turns her music up high and then steps into the shower taking a quick one after moisturizing her body she slides her robe on and then takes the hair pieces out of her hair.

The curl didn't look how she wanted she wanted a big wand curl and this was wavy at best .... It just looks heat damaged she thought. She tried to find a way to fix it but then decided she would just wear her hair half up and half down as she was finishing up Jayson walks in. "Your music loud baby... Goodmorning" he kisses her forehead as she turns it down a little bit "you like my hair" "I do" "I don't believe you" "why not?" "Cause I don't like it" she laughs "well I don't have to lie to you ... we have two different minds and I think you look cute" "not sexy?" "You're always sexy" "but you said cute .... Like adorable" "so what?" "I wanted to be.... Sexy... I want you to wanna fuck me" "like I said you're always sexy" she takes the hair tie out of her hair fluffing it out  "how was practice" "your hair could be all over your head and you would still be sexy to me ... you know that?" She smiled "I was genuinely asking bae.... Not just switching the subject" "it was great.... I was rushing home to you though" "well I'm glad you did ... it was getting lonely in here" "come here" she walks over to him and he holds her close.

"I got food for us downstairs .... Then I gotta run some errands... you wanna come?" She smiled "yes I would love too" "alright let's eat" "kiss me first" he kisses her slowly. "Can we watch movies tonight? Instead of finding somewhere to go" "whatever you want it's your world" she smiled "that's what I love to hear" "tomorrow night we going somewhere though so already be prepared" "okay daddy"

" now that's what I like to hear" he smacks her ass telling her to come on.

"Jayson ....  Stop before you be eating something else... deadass" he backs her against the wall "you know you don't mean that" he kisses her slowly making her moan "I am being sooo serious" "it's some good food downstairs though" he smiles " well let's go bae"

He lets her in front of himself to walk towards the kitchen she couldn't see him but she felt him ... watching her dissecting the way she walked and talked to him without turning back to look at his face. He couldn't wait to hear her moans bouncing off the walls.

Once they made it into the kitchen she grabbed two paper plates. "You know when you said we had food downstairs I assumed you grabbed some on the way in" "no the chef brought it  here you know she cooks every other day" "no I didn't I didn't even know she was a she" YN laughs placing his food on his plate as he sat down. She walks it over to him and then fixes her own plate.

"Oh well she's been here for years" "nice can't wait to meet her... cause this looks amazing" "can I get some water to please baby?" "Mhm" she grabbed two bottles and her plate and sat down. "So what you have in mind tonight?" "Just movies....? It didn't matter which ones" "ohhh okay thought you had something in mind" "no... do you?"  "Something... funny nothing to soft" " but I'm soft" "That's why I said that" He laughs "you know what they just put back on Netflix?" "What?" "This Christmas" "let's watch that bae" "That's my movie Fr" "shiddd mine too what else we watching"

"mean girls.... I need you to see it" " I don't know bout that" "I do" she smiled "I don't" "ima guest I get what I want ... right?" "Right.... For now" "just now?" "You a brat you eventually always get your way ... I like to put up a fight though" he kisses her lips making her smile "your brat though?" She never moves her lips "Who's brat would you be?... yes mine" she slightly pulls away "I'm all yours" she stares in his eyes "straight up I know"

After breakfast Jayson takes a nap while YN goes down to the gym working out for a solid hour and then she came up to take a shower. He was just waking up. "You good?" He asks she smiles "yes you don't have to entertain me every second ... I know you're still working so I hope you enjoyed your nap" "I did ... I dreamed my girlfriend was finally here with me for a long period of time..." "sounds like reality to me" he laughed "what you about to do?" "Head to the shower and then I'll be ready for you" "alright enjoy your shower bae" she smiles walking off

***time skip

He decided they should go grocery shopping for some snacks and whatever else she might have wanted while she was with him. Grocery shopping felt like a date to her ... she was learning alot about how they both shop. The same items they get but different brands. How something's she splurges on but he wouldn't for himself and vice versa. But at the end of the day they made it through it he placed the bags in the trunk and put the cart up.

"You didn't even get stopped... I liked that" she glances at him as he starts the car up. "Yeah I gotta know when to go.... Right now it's nothing but old people in the store" she laughed "old people don't know you?" "I mean some do... but they also respect privacy .... The same cashiers are there when I go so they've got a autograph or picture already so it's no need to fan out when you see this person every week part of asking your favorite celebrity for a picture is because you've seen them through a screen the whole time and you have no clue when and if you'll see them again" he reaches for the back of her seat to back up he focuses "that all really makes sense.... Perfectly said" he smiles "but?" "How you know it was a but?" "By your voice ... so but?" She laughed "but I hope I can add some spontaneity in your life I hate that you have to be so schedule oriented"

"if I'm not on schedule something suffers ... you know that because it would mainly be you" "mhm I do know I'm just saying with little things like switching up your food or something else idk I just wanna be a splash of color in your life"

**** back at home on the couch

The conversation had been pretty intense for the last ten minutes she truly want to know if she annoyed him cause if she didn't he didn't truly know her yet. She was asking everything in the book to get her answer.

"Do you see my flirting as teasing? Or playful?" She stared deeply at him looking for a sign to make sure he was telling the truth ... before he even said anything. "Nah it's normal ... to flirt we been flirting since we met ... why should it stop?" "I know but you had said something after you invited me here... and I guess that's why I was overthinking the situation"

"what I say?" "Am I ready to do the things we say on text?" "That in no way means we only gonna be fucking when you get here... or you have to do everything you said you would right now... it just means when ever you decide to I'll be here wanting it waiting" "so when I get horny and I tell you..." "I like that too ... I like the conversations about me fingering you or eating your pussy .... I like all of that" she twisted in her seat as her breath increased "me too ... a lot"

"you want me to finger you now? No strings attached" "Jayson you do not have too" " I just wanna try it and I clearly got you worked up from how I'm talking...it's up to you though" she bites her lip ... it's be a great way to start "where you want me?" "On my lap ... like we talked about" she stood up dropping her robe. "Damn you sexy" "thank you baby... facing you?"

"Nah put your back to my stomach" she listens getting comfortable. At first he turns her head just kissing her repeatedly then she starts to feel his hand move up her thighs slowly he travels to her panties tracing the outside of them but never entering. He continued kissing her until she grinds against his hand. "Please?" "Hm??" "Touch me ... please" he moves her panties to the side ... still teasing her for a while but then slowly sliding his fingers inside her "damn... you always this wet for me?" he had no clue she would really be this wet "'mmmmm"

Her legs spread wider and wider. As his fingers dive deeper in her and his other hand was busy keeping her close by wrapping around her neck as he kissed it. "You just drip for me... first time I'm touching you and .....just listen" "please pleaseeee don't stop.... Yes yes yessss"

she squirmed he was touching all the right places at the right time asserting his dominance. "Fuck Jayyyyy" she whined her hand rests on top of his as he rubs her clit slowly. "Hm?" "You're about to make me.... Cum I —- I'm so close" "good ... do it then" his fingers went into overdrive on her clit and then entered her once again. "I really had no plan for this .... But I wanted to feel you .... And you look so sexy with this black lace on... how you make your panties hug your curves like that? Almost like they were specially made for you? Everything you do is just amazing" she gasped as she released over his hand.

"Right there right thereee please don't stopppp" she bits her lip "Oooou damn that was sexy" he places his same fingers in her mouth causing her to immediately suck them softly. "Your mouth feels perfect you know that?.... Just damn" he slowly takes them out and they both sit there wondering what was next. She stands up because she felt awkward that's the last thing she expected to happen and it went down like a movie ... the build up and intensity is always crazy. She stared at him nothing but his sweatpants on. She looked at his body hair that trailed from his chest to his stomach and the very intense look he had on his face because above all he needed to know how she was feeling.... She could see him poking right through his pants she could go and slide down on him with no issue.

"Tell me how you feeling don't just leave me in the dark... I crossed a line?" "You're my boyfriend no" "so what that mean?" "I liked it a lot" "and you wanna chill out?" "Yes... I stood up to get some clothes I— um I ... didn't say much because I'm still ... trying to process" "that's okay just go ahead and get what you want from upstairs and then when you come back we can talk and I won't touch you until you touch me... okay?" "Okay"

She walks off he watched her ass praying for strength because he knew she wanted him. She knew she wanted him.... So why was she almost scared to have sex? It's because it meant more she really liked him and loved him they were in a relationship she hadn't had sex since Melo and sex with a Melo made her see the moon and all the stars... could Jayson match that? Or do better? That's why she was nervous she needed Jayson to be amazing her sex drive was way too high for him not to be good. He was too sexy to not be good at sex.... And she just wanted him badly ... she didn't wanna tease but she had a hard time trusting herself. She grabbed one of his oversized hoodies walking back down the stairs sitting beside him.

"So I was thinking ....if you get uncomfortable let me know and tell me what you need " he says "okay baby" she smiles she could tell he wanted and needed to be a safe space for her "keep eye contact with me.... Did you like when I touched you?" " I liked it a lot ... the way you held me ... and talked to me.... I was relaxed" "you felt ... protected?" "Yes" " ask me something" " I could feel you ... while I was on top of you... are you just gonna stay hard?" He laughed "it'll go down ... I'm good" "it's not uncomfortable?" "Im just ... chillin ... my turn" "yes" "what makes you nervous about me?... we're serious already so why do I make you nervous" " a lot of things but above all ... I need you to enjoy me I wanna be synced I want it to be Amazing for the both of us because this relationship... is great" "when you put your hand on top of mine while I was fingering you... Is it cause I wasn't in the right spot?" "No I just wanted to contribute... did it make you uncomfortable?" "No... that whole thing was for you though so don't worry about me"

she bit her lip "you didn't like what I just said.... Where did I fuck up?" She laughed "even when I'm just giving you head I'll get pleasure from giving you pleasure so even though you're doing something to strictly make me feel good ... I need you to enjoy it" "and I did but that's the key me doing it brings the pleasure already so you don't have to be worried about what I liked and didn't it was about you"  "understood ... anything else mr.Tatum or can we start our movies?" "Nah ... I guess I'm good" "you guess or you know? I need an exact answer" she smiles staring in his eyes making him smile too. "I'm good YN" "can I come closer?" He laughed pulling her body right next to her grabbing a throw blanket placing it on her legs. She rested her head in his lap. He leans down kissing her lips he rested his hand on her thigh. "You ready?" " yes press play please"

As the movie went on she couldn't help but think about him ... inside of her. What would be the sexiest way to take control? ... pull his dick out? Sit up quickly and start kissing him? She wondered how she could take the action quickly.

He was into the movie but kept glancing at her cause he could tell her mind was racing because of the faces she was making and she wasn't laughing at the parts that she usually laugh at. And then finally they made eye contact and she sits up slowly staring in his eyes he closes the gap between their lips. She smiles inside when she felt his tongue go inside her mouth

It was the look in her eyes that made him wanna kiss her. The movie was good but she was better her soft moans let him know she wanted more "I'm taking you to the room" "mmm there's no time" she kisses his lips again straddling him. She grinds slowly . She could feel him getting harder all she could think was this was finally happening. She kept trying to slide his pants off but he moved her hands. The make out session was intense. He pulls away slowly sucking her bottom lip

"fuck" he says softly he grabs her tightly picking her up. "Mmm Jayson I want it now " "it's always time .... What you in a rush for?" And it was at that moment she relaxed

With Melo she always felt the need to rush because his girlfriend would be texting or calling or showing up.... Jayson was hers and she loved it but she wouldn't dare ruin this moment by bringing up Melo.

"I don't know" she stares in his eyes and he sees the realization all over her face. "Well don't rush with me ... stay in the moment... can you do that?" She smiles "yes" "good" when they got to the bedroom he was careful with her. Gently putting her on the bed and slowly taking her clothes off. She couldn't help but feel all over his body she was craving him it was a hunger and desire that she couldn't explain she just wanted him badly.

She was breathing heavy and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. He kisses her slowly spreading her legs. She could feel him she wondered if he would just slide in or was he teasing like had planned to do all along. She felt his thumb rub in between her folds "oh gosh" "hmm?" He began kissing down her body

"ugh" she said softly moving her hips "you don't want me to do this?" "Of course I do... your lips just feel so good on my body" he smiled he teased as long as possible and then she felt his tongue in between her folds she gasped. "Damn" he moans pulling her closer. Her hips began to move up and down.

"Stop moving baby" "Jayson..." "hmmm? I'm eating it slow baby... I need to go slower?" he kisses her in the same spot over and over. Her legs continued to shake. "Jayson baby don't stop what you're doing... it feels so good" "then baby can you keep your legs open for me" He opens her legs wide holding them down. "Yesss" she replaces his hands "keep your legs still too" "mmmm" he slides two fingers inside of her. "Damnn baby you so wet" when he sucked her clit she thought she might actually go insane.

One of her hands went to his head pulling him in closer. "Oh Jayson please" his fingers went into over drive as his mouth continued he moaned pulling her closer. She shivers and finally cums for him. "Mmmm mmmm mmm" all he could do was moan as she released all over his face. "Yes yes yessss" he pulls away slowly kissing up her body.

"You need to ask me ... if you can cum.... You didn't do it just now or earlier " he says on her lips she pulls him in closer to kiss him. "You hear me?" "Yes I hear you" he slides inside her "you understand me?" "Ohhhhh my gosh ... you're so big" he smiled "you understand me?" "Mhm daddy I understand" "so if you don't do it next time you'll be in trouble" something he remembers from their previous conversations.... She liked to feel dominated if she felt like she had even the slightest bit of control it would turn her off ... so right down to her orgasm he choose when she lets go. He loved being the dominant one he was that way with everyone why should she be any different. He like the fact that he had to earn it cause he's 100% sure if he wasn't doing it right then she wouldn't submit at all.

he moved his hips slowly. "I'll ask... I promise" she kisses him again "You feel so fucking good... you know that?" "Mhmm... you make me feel good" he grabs her hips going deeper. The eye contact made this even crazier for her. He moved slowly but his thrust were so powerful and deep it almost sent her over edge. He went slowly on purpose he had to be different from every other person she had ever been with. She squeezes him pulling him in further "faster" she moans he listens as he continues to kiss her neck he grabs her face.

"You're so beautiful ...." Her eyes closed "mmm baby look at me" " I —-" "you what?" His hips move faster and his thumb begins to rub her clit. "Right there baby pleaseeee" "open your eyes" Her eyes flutter open he places his other thumb in her mouth.

" I wanna cum" "That's how you ask?" "Please?" He smiled laughing slightly "huh?" "Jayson please.... I'm about to ...Uhhh" "you can't hold it no more?" Her legs began shaking harder "no baby ..... it feels so goooooooood" "look at me ... cum for me" "mmmmmm yes yes yessssss" "ooooou you feel so damn good ... you hear this Pussy?" "Jayson baby please" her body shakes more intensely

"please what?" "I don't know I don't know.... I just" he kisses her lips again her eyes start to water "you wanna cum for me again?" "Nooooo" "hmmm you want me to stop?" "No sir ... please don't stop" "so you do wanna cum for me again?" "Yesssss" "why you say no?" Her legs continued to shake. "Hmmm? Answer me baby" her back arched as her tears fell this felt so amazing and they were both so in the moment that it was just too much for her to handle but she was gonna make sure she handled it

"don't cum without asking" "I—-" "what I say baby?" "Can I cum please sir... please can I?" She whined "Mhmmm with your sexy ass... cum for me" she releases while moaning his name "damn you sound so sexy baby... it still feel good? I pushed you to far?" " no baby but let me ... on top" he keeps kissing her "babyyy" she whined he grabs her hips holding her tightly flipping them over so she could be on top.

She smiles "you listened?" "why wouldn't I?.... I need you to enjoy this just as much as me" she gradually began moving her hips "I really love you baby" he grabs her ass helping her bounce. "You feel so good"

"... dick is so big" She says softly "can't ride my dick if you wanna be quiet" he holds her up moving his hips up and down "oh fuck oh fuck oh damnnnn Jaysonnnn" "that's what I wanna hear when you riding this dick ... you hear me?" "yes yesss mmmmm" he places her down on him letting her take over again he slaps her ass

"thank you baby" "you like it?" She smiled she could feel herself getting closer and he was close too "yes... I love it don't stop pleaseee I can feel you throbbing" "I know you wanna be in control but..." he grabs her hips again placing her on his face "oh fuck Jayson ...." She tries to move away "ride my face baby..." he pushes her back on to his mouth her hips moved against his tongue as he slurped every juice of hers that would leak out of her

"oh gosh it's so good I'm gonna cryyyy" right before she lost it all he slides her back on his dick "cum on this dick" she continued to move her hips bouncing and moaning loudly her eyes closed and her body shook as she loses her breath. "Damn look at you cuming on this dick ... you too damn sexy" once she got herself together she leans down kissing his lips and neck she moves her hips upwards so that he can slide out of her as she continued to kiss down his body she takes one long lick of his dick and he almost melts.

"Swallow me up bae" he groans grabbing her hair keeping it out of her face. She strokes him as her mouth focuses on his tip. "You look so fuckin beautiful sucking my dick like that..." she moans lifting her ass in the air "you still want more don't you?? Look at your hips moving in the air for me... fuck" he slaps her ass gripping her hair. "Lay down..." "Jayson I—" he cuts her off "please?"

She repositioned herself laying down he climbs on top of her kissing her as he slides in "oh fuck" her hands find his back digging her nails in. He rubs her clit as he stroked her slowly. "Look at me going in and out of you" she glanced down biting her lip his thumb relaxes on her chin pulling her lip out of her mouth 

" stop doing that" "Jay—" "moan for me I don't care how loud you are... who tf gon hear you?" "You— I don't wanna" he slows down "talk to me baby you don't wanna do what?" "I don't wanna make a noise that you don't like" "anything that's coming out your body naturally is gonna turn me on ... stop holding back" and with that he pulled out flipping her over. "Put your ass in the air ... show me you can really take this dick"

When he slide inside of her she knew she couldn't take his dick at all but she was gonna try her hardest. "It feel good baby?" Her face was burried into the mattress until he pulled her hair making her head come up and her back arch deeper. "Fuckkkk" she moans "answer me" "it's so good .,, soooooo Fuckin good" "that's what I like to hear... you taking me so well" he leans down to kiss and lick her back and then immediately went back to fucking her. "Oh daddy" she moaned he loved that shit it hit different fumbling out of her mouth

"oh say that shit again" "oh daddy I wanna cummmm please" her hips started to fucked him back "oh shit" he says softly. She smiled looking back at him ... he knew he was almost done his hand goes over her mouth making her moan louder "what you trying to tell me huh?" He slaps her as he starts to get sloppy with his thrusts "Jayson you know what I want" "still need to hear that .... What you want from me? Hm? Tell daddy what his baby need"

she moans into his hand almost losing her mind completely... he said the right things at the right time... how was his sex so good and it was just their first time

"Jaysonnnnnnnn" "hmmm?" "I wanna cum.... So bad — I — need- mmmmm" "yeah cum for me baby... with me" she gasped releasing all over him her lower body shook against him. He continued kissing her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.

"I love you..." "I love you more... thank you" "for what?" ".... Just being you I love you" "mhm baby" he begins to stand up exhaling "how was it for you?" She asked staring into his eyes. "It was great for me ... how about you" "same....almost makes me want more" he smirked "let me get some water I'll be back" he laughed walking off.

[canmom]

Feel free to ignore considering it’s a very messy topic. Why do you think SFF communities (especially book communities) attracts so many bad faith actors?

my apologies anon, I took a minute to answer this one.

I think the most parsimonious answer is that they don't, especially, it's just that bad faith actors are basically everywhere. like, is it really true that there are more bad faith actors in SFF than in say, music? film? 'literary' fiction, or other genres like crime or erotica? i think if I was as immersed in any of those worlds as I am in SFF, I'd know about just as many stories of petty cruelty, exploitation, bizarre dramas...

still, some speculations about factors playing into it, that aren't necessarily specific to sci-fi.

the thing about SFF is that it's a subculture, and one that's pretty niche. not quite as niche as like, BASE jumping or something lol - most bookshops around here will have an SFF shelf, and obviously SFF films and games are almost as mainstream as entertainment gets - but for dedicated sci-fi fans it's seen as a sort of refuge of 'people like them' (generally some variety of autistic nerd archetype), and there is a lot of anxiety that comes with maintaining that.

this sort of attitude is commonly associated with the old guard of reactionary fandom - the infamous Puppies - but I think by now we've seen that the current overtly queer/progressive/whatever you wanna call it generation is just as capable of lashing out at perceived intruders. (for an obvious example, this kind of sentiment was a major factor in the Isabel Fall incident.)

besides that, what are people fighting for anyway? what are the 'stakes' of scifi/fantasy fandom? intuitively, they're tiny. but...

within any niche subculture, it is possible to achieve a certain degree of fame and influence. if you can play the rhetorical game, you can establish yourself as a microcelebrity/tastemaker, promote your friends and make a show of casting out the enemies, and set up the rules of the discourse... in your small bubble. until sooner or later the wind changes and you get knocked off the pedestal, anyway. so part of it is just people wanting to rule an insular little fiefdom.

but then there's also like... 'being an author'. SFF lit is not especially popular these days. you can't really make a living from short stories anymore (too few magazines that pay, too hard to get in, too little reward). however, if you get very, very lucky, make the right connections (probably at Clarion), you might just be able to get some novels published, and maaaybe they will find an audience and earn out their advances... and if everything goes perfectly, you might just manage to make a reasonable middle class sort of income.

and that's not nothing! especially if other forms of work are inaccessible. i have a friend whose circumstances were changed very dramatically when they got a big advance on their novel. but ultimately I don't think it's about that, nobody would sensibly try to become an author for the money, it's an obviously terrible gamble.

however, within the subculture, being a published author is a still big deal. it's a sense that you've 'made it', people will look up to you, or resent you if they don't feel you deserve it. there is a strong divide between 'authors' and 'fans' that structures interactions between the two. I don't get the impression that this is actually very fun for the authors, but it's easy to see that from outside and think "I wish I was worthy of that kind of respect too".

much the same applies in other fields - for example animation. maybe it pays shit and demand insane hours with zero job security... but for the fans, you come to have immense admiration for the 'real animators' and want to feel you could be their equal one day. and people are willing to sacrifice a lot for the sake of that idea of accomplishment, even if it's still very unlikely.

so with all that in mind... science fiction authors are usually science fiction fans. there's not really any other reason you'd write it lmao. so could speculate that for the ones who have 'made it', the situation is still precarious, or seems like it. there's little guarantee you'll get published again if a book doesn't sell. and you depend on a good reputation to stay in the game. so you have a bit of power (enough to go to your head) and fear of losing that power and sense of accomplishment... that's probably sufficient to motivate a whole lot of horrendous behaviour that would seem incomprehensible from outside.

none of this is really specific to science fiction/fantasy. but then I don't think SFF is really all that unique.

[ijumpbridges]

Hi! Can i request Dr. Clef with a non-binary reader who can see ghosts?

(keep up the good work ;3)

Dr. Clef with a non-binary reader who can see ghost

A lgbtq+ request? Kiss me WHO SAID THAT

Edit: im really sorry this didn’t came out sooner that pass three days i got caught up in a trip 😭

•••

You work at the foundation in the forensic science division.

Dr. Clef was assigned to you for a new Scp case he was working on.

He was glad to know that he was going to work with his spouse.

In this case you were going to get the results of dead of D-classes and the cause of it and the effects of their death and how the scp was involve in this situation and more.

This meant that you might encounter the spirits of the dead d-classes on your lab with Clef in there.

You had confess this to him a long time ago when you two started dating and he also told you he can do that too.

The thing is Clef has a third eye he can also see ghost, but he can rather control it when to see ghost, but you cant.

The foundation has so many dead people wondering around that you don’t even have a clue if they are real people or not.

This had cause some issues on your end with the foundation making an investigation on you because they suspected you suffering from schizophrenia.

Thankfully it was dismissed but they kept an eye on you for it. Clef also knew this and he helped you out, he said that you should try making physical contact even if you hated it, at least ghost weren’t physically real and prevented you from knowing who is real or not.

You always prevented on making conversation or engaging with ghosts but sometimes they would get so bold, that it was crazy.

Like one time you gave Clef a kiss on the hallway and someone said the F-slur and that made you turn to look at them and awkwardly laugh.

Clef notice it and asks you about it, opening his third eye to see the person and why were you laughing like that, after you told him he scared the person away or send them away.

Remember he said he was satan? Well he can send and bring spirits back from the spiritual realm.

Another incident is when you were going to the bathroom, someone followed you to one of the gender neutral bathrooms, and the went inside of the toilet area with you.

You call that out because what the in the absolutely f were they thinking, feeling so uncomfortable you left the bathroom and decide to go another time.

•••

“Do you mind?” You said turning around in disgust at the person behind you devide to transpass the door to look at you pee.

“What are you?” She asked.

“None of your business, get out!” You yelled, and she laughed. She knew you couldn’t do anything against her, so you have to leave.

At 3:55 pm you went back to the bathroom, while you both were in there he opened his third eye and had already knew someone was up the moment that weird woman started following you both, but kept acting like he didn’t know anything.

He sat down on the sink while you went in, the ghost woman came in and the moment she got close to the stall he got in the way. He made sure she knew that he could see her, and made a ‘no’ movement with his head while smiling.

The woman smile and tried trespass him, but something was wrong, when she tried she bumped into him, it was weird. Her smile faded away. She attempted many times, but it was useless.

Clef decide to use his powers to send them away, since he is satan and he can send them to limbo. You notice because of the scream and the change of reality becoming dark and smoke coming inside. You didn’t care much, and came out with everything being normal. You smile and wen up to hin and gave him a kiss, telling him that you love him.

•••

Clef always kept you safe from them and you love him so much for it.

You know what he does too?

Once you tried arguing with a ghost around and he took a video of you, with the snapchat captions saying ‘Look at my poor spouse, they are having another schizo attack again, talking to walls 😔’

He posts it and you got called down again, this time they had to get him to say that it was a joke, and when he was supposed to he never came he only came down they foundation try to kick you out.

At least he told them that it was you arguing with him.

Clef can also do astro traveling, to visit you at night trying to scare you at night or just to touch you or lay down next to you.

Which is weird, but at least he does help you to get other evil spirits who tried to hurt you.

He is an asshole but at least he loves you and will help you.

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x reader Butterfly Chapter III

This one came out a lot sooner than I anticipated!

Spelling/grammar errors = words are hard

It had only been a few days since you joined this class, becoming safe and being able to become your own person. You were becoming more and more comfortable with yourself and those around you, along with your quirk, the training that Aizawa helped you with was completely different from your father's training, it was making you feel more in control of your powers more than ever. Laughing alongside the group of friends you made, you were all sitting around in the common room, relaxing. Seeing Bakugou walking off, you quickly jumped up, “I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow!” you called, running off to catch up with Bakugou. Getting to the boy, you stopped him, you smiled, “Hey, are we going running again tomorrow?” you asked. The bot groaned, “Are you going to ask me that every single night?” he asked in annoyance. You titled your head in thought, “Well, always good to check just in case. But you go running every morning anyways, so you might as well let me tag along.” You said with a grin. The boy huffed, “Whatever.” He said. You walked in step with him, “Did you finish the homework?” you asked. He glared at you, “Who do you think you're talking to? I finished it the night it was handed out.” He said. You chuckled, “That’s not surprising, I finished most of it, but I need a little help with two or three parts, if you’d maybe help me out?” you asked. The boy scoffed, “You really pushing that babysitting to the best of your ability, aren’t you?” he said, the question rhetorical, but it made you laugh anyways. You put your arms behind your back, acting innocent, “I don’t know what you’re talking about~” you sang. The boy watched you as you giggled to yourself. Seeing him stare, you blinked at him, “What? Something on my face? I swear I’ve been eating more neatly! I even have my own handkerchief and everything!” you said. Bakugou huffed, “You’re really different.” He looked away. “Considering what you were like when you first arrived.” You hummed, looking down, “Guess you’re right. But I feel like the real me is actually coming out. Instead of being constantly afraid of everything, thinking that my father is just going to appear at any minute.” You sighed. “I still have moments where I think this is a dream and I’ll wake up and be back there. Or that he’ll just barge through the door, turn the corner, or just appear in front of me, and I’ll just be dragged right back there.” Bakugou crossed his arms as he waited for the elevator, “Would be pretty stupid for him to appear like that at any given moment, since you’re constantly with either the class, with Aizawa, or with me. No one's that stupid, and if they were, you wouldn’t be taken, not that easily.” He said. You smiled, “Bakugou, if I didn’t know any better, id say you were telling me that you would protect me no matter what! How sweet!” you said, giggling. Bakugou glared, “Shut your trap! I’m your babysitter, and a hero in training, like hell I’d let some lousy villain win like that. It would make me look pathetic.” He said. You grinned, “Sure, sure.” You said, waving his words off. Bakugou was about to fight back, but his elevator arrived, and you turned, “Well, I’m going to go to my room too, goodnight Bakugou! See you in the morning!” you called, skipping away. The boy glared after you, watching you skip away as the doors to the elevator he entered closed, clicking his tongue in annoyance at you.

The next morning, you breathed heavily as you and Bakugou came back to the dorm’s front steps. Your two bottles of water waiting on the steps for you both. Taking your bottle, you took a swig of it and stretched, “Morning air is the best to do some running!” you called. Bakugou huffed beside you, sweat running down his face, “You always have to be so energetic.” He said rolling his eyes. You hummed, “Hey, admit it, you don’t actually hate your time with me.” You said, grinning. The boy avoided your eyes, “I hate it not being quiet anymore.” He said, walking past you and into the dorm building. You scoffed and followed after him, “I’m not that loud.” You said, slightly offended. Bakugou rubbed his ear with his pinkie, “Keep telling yourself that, brat.” He said. Pouting, you huffed, “I’m going to take a shower, see you in a bit.” You said and jogged off. But as you turned the corner, you bumped into something hard. Bouncing off you were flung back, but you were caught midair. Looking to see what you rushed into, you were met with two different colored eyes. You blinked, “Good catch, Todoroki.” You said. The said boy smiled and pulled you up to your feet, “Thanks, sorry about that.” He said. Shaking your head, you waved your hands, “No, no, totally my fault, I shouldn’t have been running inside and not looking where I was going.” You said. Todoroki looked you up and down, “Did you go running?” he asked. You nodded, “Yeah, I do most mornings, I enjoy getting the fresh air and feeling the fresh morning sun.” you said. The boy nodded, “Who did you go running with?” he asked. A pair of red eyes glared at the two-toned boy, “What’s it to you?” Bakugou asked. Todoroki looked to him, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there Bakugou.” He looked the boy up and down as well. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” Bakugou’s glare deepened, “The hells that supposed to mean?” he asked. As the tension rose you hopped into the middle of the two, “Okay, well, that’s enough of that!” you said. You walked off from being between them, “I’m going to shower, see you guys later, be nice!” you called. The boys watched you as you rubbed the back of your neck, adjusting your hair and the leggings you wore. Tearing their eyes away, the two boys looked at each other, seeing each other’s slightly dusted pink cheeks and ears. Bakugou glared, and Todoroki just looked away, the two going their separate ways without any words being exchanged between the two.

Soon coming back downstairs, you sat comfortably on the couch, nose in your schoolbooks. Bakugou groaned as he went past and you smiled at him, “Again?” he asked. You titled your head, “Common, it’s just two or three things! I’ve attempted on each one several times, all you have to do is tell me if any of them are right.” You said. The boy grumbled, walking around, and looking down at the book. He reached down, “This one was close, just off by two numbers.” He said. You watched as the boy grabbed your pen and rewrote the numbers, he got closer to you, sitting beside you. Flinching slightly, you could smell how good he smelled, he had just taken a shower, like you did, and whatever it was, his body wash? Maybe his deodorant? Whatever it was, it made him smell really good. The boy seemed to flinch away from you, “There.” He said, shuffling away from you, you could see his ears were dusted pink. Confused by the strange interaction, you shook it off and smiled getting closer to the books, “Right, thank you!” you said. Mina skipped into the room, “Please tell me you’re not going to keep your nose in those books!” she whined. You smiled at her, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m done with these books.” You said. Mina reached over and slapped the books shut, “Nope! No more books!” she announced. You bounced in surprise, and Bakugou glared, “What the hell’s got you so excited?” the boy asked. Mina grinned, “I’m glad you asked!” she said. “We’re going shopping!” she called. At the word, you perked up, “Really?” you asked, all more than excited. Bakugou threw his head back and groaned in retaliation. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all filed in, “Common Bakugou! Don’t sound so unenthusiastic!” Sero said. Bakugou glared, “I don’t see why I have to be there if the rest of you idiots are going to be there.” He said, rolling his neck back and forth. You nudged him, “Common, don’t be like that, you’re my designated bodyguard, remember?” you continued to nudge him as you said that. The boy nudged you back to get you off him, “Like I said, babysitter.” He said. You rolled your eyes, “I’m not the one acting like a baby at the moment.” You said averting your eyes. Bakugou glared at you as Mina took your hand and dragged you up, “Common! Let’s go, let’s go!” she chanted. The boys pulled together to drag Bakugou up against his protests, “Let’s go, let’s go!” They chanted along with Mina. You went over to Bakugou and grinned as you joined the boys in dragging the walking bomb, he glared at you, “If you start chanting, I’m going to blow up all your faces.” He warned. You grinned cheekily, “Let’s go! Let’s go!” you chanted. The blonde growled out as you all dragged him along with you all.

At the shopping center, you had the biggest grin on your face. Mina dragged you all to the clothes shops, and beauty stores and almost anywhere girly you could think of. You laughed at some of the makeup in front of you, “Mina, I love all that you’re doing.” You showed her a pink lipstick. “But I really don’t think this is what I need.” The girl smiled and picked up some blush, “Common, makeup is always fun!” she pointed, “They’re having fun.” You followed her point, seeing Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari playing around with some eyeshadows, Sero blew on some loose highlighter that went all over Kaminari, who in turn fell over in surprise, making the other two cackle. You shook your head in amusement, watching as Bakugou started laughing and making fun of the three boys. Going around to other stores, you managed to get a bunch of clothes, you were actually very tempted to change into some of them. Mina smiled, “You totally should! Let’s head over to the bathrooms and get you changed! Asap!” she was more than enthusiastic about it. You giggled and followed after her, making the boys stay where they were. Getting changed, you walked out with Mina, who was giggling beside you, “What do you guys think?” she asked the boys. You were standing in some ripped fishnets, a mini red plaid skirt, and a black crop top that was tight on you, but comfortable tightness. The boys seemed to light up, small blushes on their faces, “You look great!” Kirishima said. Kaminari came up close, “Like really great! It suits you so much better than those old clothes you were wearing before!” he said. You laughed, “I’m not going to take that as insulting as it sounded, considering I didn’t buy them and that they were old.” You said. Sero slapped the back of Kaminari’s head, “Yeah, you’re lucky she’s so understanding, considering how that sounded.” The rest of you laughed. Mina hooked your arm with hers, “You know what you need to go with your new look?” she asked. You raised your eyebrow, “Something tells me I’m about to get dragged to it no matter what I say.” You laughed. She nodded, “New shoes! Let’s go!” And with that, she did drag you off, just as you suspected. Looking at shoes in a new store, you took a moment to sit down and relax, Mina happily looking at some heels, while the three boys looked at some new runners. You looked to Bakugou who was near you, also looking at some runners, “Hey, you’ve been quiet this whole time, what’s up?” you asked. The boy continued to look at the black runners, “This shit is so boring.” He said. You scoffed, “Says the guy who also ended up buying himself some stuff along the way.” You said instigating to the bags in his hands. He looked down at his hands, “Shut up.” He said. You chuckled a little but went back to leisurely watching your friends shop and have fun. Bakugou took a seat beside you, “Everything you were hoping it was going to be?” he asked. Shrugging, you just smiled, “Better, actually. I didn’t expect it to be this tiring, but I’m honestly having so much fun. I love hanging around with them.” You looked to the boy. “And you, too.” The boy looked away, “Why the hell would you enjoy that?” he asked. You nudged him, “Hey, you’re more than just a whiny babysitter.” You laughed at the glare he shot. “I think of you as my friend, just like I do with the others.” Bakugou just watched you, “Why the hell would I seem like a friend?” he asked. You titled your head back and forth, “Well, I know that the only reason that you’ve been constantly around me is because Aizawa designated you as my bodyguard, and I know that you say that you’re only doing it because you don’t want to go against what he says.” You looked at him, “But I feel like it’s more than that, you could’ve actually gone to him and gotten it switched if you really wanted to, but you haven’t.” Bakugou avoided your gaze, “Whatever.” He said. Mina run up to you, “Guys, quick, which one goes better with that new dress I bought?” she asked, showing you some blue heels and a pair of white heels. You hummed, “The white.” Your eyes widened as you looked to Bakugou who did the same to you, you both saying the color at the same time. Mina grinned, “Great!” she said running off. Bakugou got up and looked down at you, “So you gonna buy those black combat boots you were looking at, or are you going to wait till Pinky finds a pair of heels for you to break your ankles in?” he asked. You smiled and got up, running over to the boots. When you all made your purchases, you all sighed happily. Mina giggled, “Nothing like buying a new outfit and a pair of shoes to go with it!” she said happily. You laughed beside her, but as you all started walking past a store, you stopped and looked in the window. The group stopped and looked back at you. The boys seemed to flush red, but Mina grinned, “Spot something you like (Y/n)?” she asked. You smiled, “Can we have a look in here?” you asked, “I know Momo made me some, I really like the sports bra’s I got as well, but I really want more of those frilly ones, like Momo made!” Mina smiled and linked arms with you, taking you into the store. The boys hesitated and Mina turned to look at them, “Aw common, you guys can’t stay out here, what happens if a villain wants to take (Y/n) while we shop do you?” she asked innocently. Bakugou glared, his ears red and cheeks pink, “Who the hell is going to do a kidnapping in a lingerie store?” he asked. Mina shrugged, “You never know! Plus, it’d be unexpected! Something someone would pull maybe one day!” she said. With that, the boys reluctantly joined you both in the store. While you girls looked at some pretty sets, you could see that the boys were bewildered, doing everything in their power to not linger their eyes on anything for too long. Mina handed you a turquoise-colored bra, “What about this one?” she asked. You hummed, “I like it, it’s such a pretty color.” You handed it back to the girl with a smile. “But I feel like it matches your skin tone so well!” Mina giggled, “You’re so right!” she grabbed another one that was her size, “We can have matching!” she said, and you giggled alongside her. Looking at some of the bustiers, they were so pretty. You hummed, not being able to decide which color you should get. Turning to try and find Mina, you remembered she went to the changing room to try some stuff on. Sighing you turned to the closest person and smiled, “Hey Kirishima, Bakugou, which color looks better?” you asked. Kirishima turned bright right, “W-what?” he asked. You took the two ones you really liked and put them against you, “Does the black or the red look better on me?” you asked. Bakugou avoided his eyes, while Kirishima completely flushed so red you almost saw steam coming out of his ears, his eyes glued to the ground. Kirishima cleared his throat, “I-I’m going to a-ah go outside the store for some air!” he yelled and ran out. You blinked, realization clicking in your brain, “Oh wait, shit, my bad.” You said embarrassed. Bakugou groaned, “Just go with the black one and let’s get the heck out of here.” He said and turned around to follow after his friend. You looked down at the black one and bit your lip, holding back a small smile. After buying your stuff you all headed to the food court, getting some food, and you tried some bubble tea, too which you loved. Sero smiled, “Figures you’d any of the fruit-flavored bubble teas.” He said. You hummed, sipping your watermelon-flavored drink, happily bouncing in your seat. Mina laughed, “Just wait till she tries any of the other fruit-flavored drinks!” she said. Having your fills of the food and drinks, you all head off. Kaminari stopped, “Wait, you know what we should totally do?” he asked. You all stopped and looked at him as he grinned mischievously. Kirishima groaned, “For the last time, we are not going make to the store so you can hit on the chick that works there.” He said. Sero patter Kaminari’s shoulder, “She was just not that into you, dude.” He said. Kaminari pouted, “No! We should take (Y/n) to the arcade!” he announced. Kirishima beamed, “That’d be so much fun! Let’s go!” he agreed. You grinned, “Hell yeah! Let’s go!” you said. The group took you to the arcade, it was so much fun. You absolutely loved every second of it, you kicked Kaminari’s butt at air hockey, but then Sero completely kicked your but at DDR, to which Mina avenged you without breaking a sweat. After an intense game of Mario Cart, you went over to the claw machines, seeing a bunch of the toys and how cute they were. Bakugou popped up next to you, leaning against the machine, “You know that these things are beyond rigged, right?” he asked. You smiled at him, “Yeah, I hear that a lot from the others, but I’d love to play, winning something would be so cool and fun.” You said. As you tried out the game, you lost a few times, pouting you shrugged, “Damn, maybe next time.” You said. You were about to walk away, but Bakugou pushed off of the machine, and put in some money. Rounding around him, you watched him win a little bear holding a bubble tea. You smiled, “Oh my god! You did that so easily!” you said. The boy shrugged, “I told you that I’m good at everything.” He said handing you the bear. “I’m not going to use it.” You bit your lip smiling, “Thanks, one second, scootch over.” You said and nudged him to the side. Giving the machine one last try, you struggled. Bakugou came around you, “Move it like this, and then a little closer.” He directed, putting his hands on top of yours, directing you. You could feel the warmth of his hands, but you pushed that to the back of your mind as you pushed the button, the claw taking hold of a different bear, and guiding it over. Holding your breath, you expected it to drop at any second, but the bear was dropped into the prize box. Excitement taking over you, you let out a little squeal. You turned to the boy, “I did it!” you squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a hug. Bakugou’s eyes shot wide, his hand reflexively going to your waist. You broke away from him with a smile, going to collect your prize with a grin, “And this,” you said holding out the All Might styled bear to the boy, “is for you.” Bakugou took the bear, still a little taken back by the hug. You smiled, “Now we have won each other something!” you hugged the bear, “Thank you.” Bakugou looked at his All Might bear, “Yeah, sure.” He said. Mina came over, “Common (Y/n), Bakugou, let’s go to the photo booth! It has the cutest filters!” she said.

Getting back to the dorms, you sighed as the others crashed on the couch together. You smiled at them, “Well, I’m going to off and tell Aizawa about today!” you said. Sero reached out, “Probably best to leave out the, ah, lingerie store out of all that!” he called. You laughed as you turned and ran off. Mina took a seat on the arm of the chair Bakugou was sitting on, “Sooooo, today was definitely fun, right Bakugou?” she asked. Bakugou looked off, “Whatever.” He said. Mina bit her lip, looking up at the other boys. Kaminari leaned over, “So much fun that, y’know, I could’ve just given out some amazing hugs.” He said. Bakugou almost jumped, glaring at the other blonde, “What the hell are you talking about?” he practically barked. Kirishima chuckled, “Common dude, we all saw her throw herself around you, giving you the biggest hug, what was that about?” he asked. Bakugou glared off to the side, “It wasn’t anything, she was just happy because she won at the claw machine. She hugs you guys all the time!” he said. Sero shook his head, “Common dude, that was definitely different.” He said. Mina brought out the photobooth photos, “I mean, common, look at these photos, she’s all over you!” she said. Bakugou got up, “Whatever, I’m going to my room to finish the homework.” The boy looked back, “And you guys should too, 'cause I know that you guys haven’t.” The group groaned as he mentioned it and walked away. While Bakugou was in the elevator, he pulled out his potion of the photo booth photos, looking at all his friends being idiots in the photos. He looked at the one where everyone was pulling a silly face. You were smiling with your tongue out while looking at him, your hands squishing his cheats together with your hand as he glared at you lightly. He rolled his eyes, wanting to scrunch up the photos, but he just slipped them slowly and gently into his pocket.

Being in Aizawa’s room, you sat on a spare chair while he watched you from his desk chair. You smiled, “And then Mina wanted to buy some new shoes, so I got myself a pair of runners, some combat boots, and some slippers. Oh! And then they took me to the food court, I got to try some yummy noodles, that I don’t even remember the name of, and watermelon boba! It was so yummy; they’re going to be taking me another time to other places for fruity drinks sometime! I’m so excited about it.” You said. Aizawa smiled, “Sounds like you had a lot of fun.” He said. You nodded, “I really did, they even took me to the arcade.” You pulled out your photobooth photos, “Look!” The man took the photos and had a look. He huffed a laugh, “Looks like you really did have a fun time.” He titled his head. “Looks like you and Bakugou got along really well.” You smiled and took back the photos, “We did, we had a lot of fun, though I’m pretty sure that he’d say otherwise.” You laughed. Aizawa nodded, “I don’t doubt that.” You felt your chest flutter, you put your hand to your chest, the feeling almost weird, but it made you happy of some sorts. Aizawa saw you, “What’s wrong? You feeling unwell?” he asked. You shook your head, “I’m alright, I just get such a weird feeling in both my chest and stomach, and it’s always when it involves Bakugou. It’s so weird, like earlier, when we were at the claw machine together and he was helping me to win something, I tried hard not to think about him being so close, and the way his hands felt on mine, not to mention his arms being around.” You shook your head, “Even when he helps me out with random stuff, the minute he comes close, my heart starts to speed up, and not even with him just being too close, it’s also when we’re talking, it’s so weird.” Aizawa cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ah jeez.” He sighed. You leaned forward, “What? Is it weird? It doesn’t happen with anyone else.” You slumped down, looking up at the man sadly. “Does this mean that I should stay away from him?” Aizawa sighed, “No, you don’t have to, I’m just not sure how exactly to explain this.” He said. You looked confused, “Explain what? Do I need to go see recovery girl?” you asked. The man sighed again, “No, look, this is nothing that needs to be treated, you just seem to like Bakugou.” He said. You raised your eyebrow, “But I like Mina and Kirishima and the others as well, and I don’t get those weird feelings around them?” you said with confusion. Aizawa shook his head, “No, that’s not what I mean, you like him, more than anyone, more than just a friend.” The man rubbed the back of his neck again. “You have a crush on Bakugou.” You flushed, “Oh my god.” You said, realization hitting you. The man smiled, “You don’t have to worry too much about it, feelings happen like this a lot of the time, especially at your age, and even happens to anyone at any age.” He explained. You stood up and paced the room, “This can’t be happening, this is ridiculous.” You said. Aizawa sighed, “Look, it’ll be alright, you should tell him how you feel, you never know what he could be feeling as well.” He said. You turned to him, “No! He can’t know, he’ll avoid me like the plague! I don’t know if I could really take that. I can’t handle losing anyone else, especially when he means so much to me like this. I need to push these feelings down, so far down that they disappear completely.” You panicked. Aizawa stood up, putting his hand on your shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay, calm down.” He said. You looked up at him, “Please don’t tell him.” You asked. Aizawa nodded, “I won't tell him. It’s not my place to say anything like that in any case.” He said. “But you need to know, that these feelings aren’t a bad thing, it’s good. Don’t try to push them down.” You sighed and nodded, “Thank you.” You said. He rubbed the top of your head, “It’s alright, why don’t you tell me a bit more about your day, and then you can go and set up your room with your new things. We can even order some things online together, like a new bed and a bigger dresser for your new clothes, how’s that sound?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, “I’d like that, thank you.” You said. Giving the man a hug, you thought about your feelings about Bakugou, it completely freaked you out, but you were also just happy. Picturing a possible future with the boy, you couldn’t stop smiling.

[ruinakete]

"You're--!" Here. In one piece. Alive. A professor? Griss can't decide how to complete the sentence as he pushes through the throng of dismissed students spilling out of the classroom, bumping shoulders with a few of them but not even looking back. His eyes instead fix on a familiar figure - the goddess appointed by his dying words - certain that if he were to look away, she'd disappear without a trace.

But when he reaches her, jostled and breathless, the look in her eyes tells him, beyond a doubt, that she's as real as he is. If they were both dead, at least they wound up in the same place.

"You took your sweet time." He doesn't care about the answers to questions, how she got her, or why. Disbelief seems like a waste of breath now, so what he offers her instead is a smile. A rare one: genuine, and soft, like the look he'd given her when they were saying their goodbyes.

"Paperwork must've gotten lost or something." It cracks a little wider with the joke, but doesn't disrupt the clarity in his eyes as he looks up at her. "You're a sight here, that's for sure."

IT HAS ONLY BEEN A DAY SINCE HER ACCEPTANCE, and yet, the church inclines itself to work the mage dragon to her very bones. when she dismisses the class, it is with a faux smile pinned to the curve of her lips and a half - hooded gaze of relief. oh how tiring humans were when faced with knowledge━━━beady eyes bright with curiosity; unearned, unprovoked. there was a willingness to participate and learn and indulge that, at the very least, filled zephia's still heart with the slightest twinge of hope. the monastery was a lost cause the moment she drew her first breath before its gates━━━its students' inclination to devour information first and ask later simply proved their weakness. it was almost a shame that━━━

she hears him before she sees him. or, rather, her ears pick up the ruckus that his presence always brings before her eyes can reach him.

students look back as the man forces his way through the mass of bodies, ever so selfish in his conquest of simply existing. and zephia could not be more sure of this if not for the mere reverence in his gaze; its sole fixation on her and only her.

for but a moment, she remembers how revitalizing it is to be worshipped so eagerly.

"g... griss?" her voice leaves her without thought, hardly audible and too breathless; it's too late for her to trap the name between her teeth. ironic, it becomes, when both hounds are finally standing before one another, their breathing thin and eyes wide with respective shock. the silence is not long, for it never is when griss is near. and that, the realization that yes, he is alive and breathing and unharmed, steels zephia's body.

her shoulders lower and away goes the surprise; thus, painted lips straighten into a thin smile. a monotonous expression that almost immediately threatens to soften at the tenderness griss reveals to her. it is anything but right━━━fierceness should be his default, always, always━━━and yet, zephia can only utter a small laugh in response.

"trust my words; if i had known you were here, i would have awakened sooner." because he deserved it. what else could she give in light of his sacrifice? his trust? instead of entertaining the thought, zephia sighs━━━unmoved by the man's joke, but relieved all the same. "is my presence here that much of a surprise? think now, it was inevitable. this monastery is a fraud of safety, after all; allowing two hounds into their ranks."

she does not comment on her position as a professor. neither does she comment on what his position might be. ( something bloody, surely. something to entertain his urges. )

but the admiration in griss' gaze quickly becomes unsettling; it has been too long, too soon. zephia hides away her smile, turning away to set down the ink - stained papers she has been holding without pause. "have you been in fódlan long? to me, it was just the other day that i, or rather, we..." died, she almost finishes, but the words never comes out. she continues, "anyway, i trust that you have been vigilant in my absence, darling?"

[stay-xen]

Project: Eden's Garden

since i've seen several people post their opinions regarding the new danganronpa fangame's cast, why not join in since i finished the prologue?

spoilers for the prologue and predictions up ahead!

Damon Maitsu First of all, making the protagonist the ultimate debater is a really clever idea to make him lead the trials. also he's such a dick. i love him. he reminds me of early chapters byakuya and i want him to realise that he needs to trust the others to stay alive. very interesting approach for a protagonist imo

Eva Tsunaka My girl, i already love her. i feel like she'll make a grat 'rival' character, especially with her talent and animal motif. although wolfie might be the rival? not sure about it yet. i do believe that she will be alive for a while, maybe even sacrificing herself for the group in the end

Desmond Hall I trust him with my life. He has a SHARK motif, of course i'm going to trust him. he seems like such a good boy so i assume that he will become a victim sooner or later. if he ends up being a blackened i WILL cry

Eloise Taulner I am going to protect her with everything i have. very shy and anxious, i assume she will find strength eventually and become more confident, possible after losing somebody close to her? swan motif is very sweet for her :c

Toshiko Kayura My daughter is definitely compensating for being young, trying to be more mature than she is. i adore her getting flustered when called out, i hope that she will survive. she's a baby so pleaaase

Wenona step on me. i don't trust her, at all. she seems like a mirror for Damon, so my current guess is that she might become a blackened (or victim, either way i think it might involve cassidy)

Ulysses Wilhelm My useless son, i love him. he's so smart yet so dumb. please stay safe. current guess is first victim, sadly. idk he hasn't really done much yet :C

Mark Berskii I ADORE HIM i love his design and his attitude. "call the fire brigade, Grace" hasn't left my mind yet. such a simple line, yet i love him. strong connection to Jet already, i assume Mark will be a survivor that gets drive after Jet dies?

Diana Venicia Oh i wish i could trust you, love. something about her talent having to do with make up (covering up/identies, etc) and the chameleon motiv really makes me worry about her. i don't think she's the mastermind, but i believe she might be a blackened. maybe first chapter even?

Wolfang Akire i do not trust you but i will forgive you everything you do. this man has me in a chokehold and i'm not complaining. there's something about him being a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' i KNOW it and i can't wait to see it. his extreme sense of justice in the mock class trial was very interesting to see and i assume it will only be more extreme in actual trials. potential rival, i fear he will not survive. maybe a blackened, having to go against his principals for a certain motive? he's so polite though, especially to Eloise :c

Kai Monteago My fail son, my wet paper back, my beautiful butterfly. i saw him and fell in love, i can't wait to see more of this idiot. although i hope for character development, my current feeling is that he is going to die :c yet at the same time i can see him be a survivor (like hiro, souda being the clueless one, although i know they're not following the usual scheme)

Jett Dawson I've had this wolf for like 4 hours but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this academy and then myself. SO precious, SO dumb, i can't wait to see him get closer to Mark and ultimately get my heart broken. Current guess: victim

Ingrid Grimwall awooga. strong woman yes. on a serious note, i like that she's rather feminine and still strong, but i haven't seen enough of her yet to form a proper opinion :c could see it go either way with her tbh

Grace Madison soybean. i adore her, she doesn't have a single braincell and is currently trying to steal Wolfgang's. a real one for trying to fight back AND being able to actually get the jump on Tozu. No high hopes for survival though ngl :c

Jean Delamer If he ends up being a blackened, i'll be sad. he seems like such a nice guy, very safe, very brrr. also a whole ass dragon motif??? how cool is that??? he really feels like a safe space for the group, both mentally and physically so i hope we get to see a lot of him!

Cassidy Amber The only valid rich person. LOVE the spiderweb clothes. wouldn't be surprised if she kills Wenona or dies trying lmao. not the smartest tool in the shed but i love gaming references so i'm more than happy. it IS a stepladder.

Tozu Why is he hot. he's not supposed to be hot i hate it here (/s). didn't expect him to look like this but i am more than happy with the design. please show me more of him

Mara WHO ARE YOU i wanna see you more and talk to her and aaaaa she's mysterious OwO

[pepper-doyle]

Phoebe "Pepper" Doyle | Virgo Sun | ESFP-A

Archetype — The Joker/Innocent Child Birthday — September 12th, 1999. Zodiac Sign — Virgo MBTI — ESFP-A Enneagram — 8 Temperament — Choleric Hogwarts House — Slytherin Moral Alignment — Chaotic Good? Primary Vice — Hot Tempered Primary Virtue — Loyal Element — Water

Overview: Mother — Dorothy Doyle Father — Dylan Doyle Mother’s Occupation — Co-Owner of the Black Spire Bar, pack leader Father’s Occupation — Co-Owner of the Black Spire Bar, secondary pack leader Family Finances — average, middle class Birth Order — Second born, middle child of the triplets, also older sibling for her younger twin siblings Brothers — Roland, Lucky, Denver Sisters — Declan Other Close Family — Douglas Doyle (Uncle), Delilah Doyle (grandma) Best Friend — tbd Other Friends — tbd Enemies — her ex, some mundus, vampires Pets — none currently Home Life During Childhood — Nice and peaceful, Pepper grew up loved in her community. Town or City Name(s) — What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Different posters of bands, musicians she admires, Any Sports or Clubs — Anime club growing up, also DnD Favorite Toy or Game — FFXIV, Ark: Survival Evolved Schooling — Graduated from High School Favorite Subject — Any music class she had Popular or Loner — in between Important Experiences or Events — getting dumped by her first boyfriend in high school, her brother and therefore her exposure to hte public Nationality — American Culture — Werewolf Pack Culture Religion and beliefs — Atheist

Physical Appearance Face Claim — Emily Rudd Complexion — Pale Hair Colour — Brown for now, she does dye it Eye Colour — Blue Height — 5' 5" Build — thin Tattoos — a pack tattoo on her back Piercings — ears, and belly button Common Hairstyle — usually just down, sometimes in a pony tail, not very styled Clothing Style — jeans and a shirt, sometimes flannel, leather jackets common Mannerisms — drumming her fingers on her leg Usual Expression — a neutral sort of face?

Health Overall (do they get sick easily)? — No she stays pretty healthy Physical Ailments — none Neurological Conditions — None that she's aware of Allergies — penicillin Grooming Habits — She keeps pretty clean most of the time Sleeping Habits — Late nights gaming so she can sometimes wake up really late Eating Habits — she likes a good steak, but generally she eats relatively balanced meals. Will eat ramen for days though if the budget's tighter Exercise Habits — she occasionally goes to the gym, mostly does zumba classes Emotional Stability — Semi stable Body Temperature — Warm Sociability — Social Addictions — None Drug Use — None Alcohol Use — Socially

Your Character’s Character: Bad Habits — picking at split ends Good Habits — tidying up after herself where she can Best Characteristic — Loyal! Worst Characteristic — Hot Tempered Worst Memory — The day her brothers fought and everything fell apart Best Memory — When she first learned to play the drums! Proud of — her band and how it progressed Embarrassed by — her brothers sometimes Driving Style — somewhat chaotic Strong Points — Her personality Temperament — A little hot as said Attitude — Confident Weakness — She's a bit judgmental Fears — losing her brothers for real, never succeeding, anti-werewolf rhetoric Phobias — Claustrophobic Secrets — she thinks if she had been in charge of the band they might never have fallen apart Regrets — Not stepping between her brothers and their tension sooner Feels Vulnerable When — anyone calls her on her bs. She's put up a lot of barriers, so if anyone catches her in a lie, or when someone realizes she's not so tough as she likes to act Pet Peeves — Being interrupted Conflicts — Her werewolf status exposed to the world Motivation — to find her brothers and help them reunite Short Term Goals and Hopes — Find Lucky, figure out what's up with the band Long Term Goals and Hopes — Get past the werewolf bias and become a successful solo artist. Sexuality — Heterosexual probably Exercise Routine — somewhat regular Day or Night Person — Night Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — Realist Greatest Want — to become a well respected solo artist Greatest Need — to connect with her brothers again

[across-violet-skies]

new addition to the Linked University AU!!! a bit shorter than the first one but it's important lore that sets up for future arcs so...

preview below the cut :)

“There are a lot of factors that contribute to homelessness…”

Legend scribbled in his notebook, brows furrowed as they copied down what his professor was saying. His notes were neat and organized by class and lecture– right now, they were taking notes for his social welfare class.

“...as social workers, you will need to understand how to best help a client who is homeless. Everyone needs different types of support depending on a multitude of factors…”

Out of all his classes, Legend found this one to be the most fascinating. It was one of the first real steps to becoming a social worker, and everything he had learned about social welfare so far was helpful for their future career. He was generally quite studious, but Legend tended to go above and beyond for classes they found interesting. His grade for the social welfare class was his highest.

“...and that’s all the time we have today.” All around, students began to pack up, but Legend hesitated. “Be sure to read chapter eight in your textbook, and don’t forget to turn in your essay on racial inequalities by midnight!”

Legend wrote down the assignment as the lecture hall cleared out. It was a small class, sure, but soon they were the only student left.

“Oh, Legend!” The professor clapped her hands, smiling at him. “I was going to send you an email later, but if you have time now, I’d love to chat.”

They nodded, slowly closing his notebook as he slipped his pencil into his bag. “Now is fine.”

“Great! I have an opportunity I think might interest you,” she explained. “The local government is down a few social workers at the moment, so they’re turning to student internships to help fill the gap. I was asked to recommend a couple of students who I believe would do well in the position. I’m offering you one of those recommendations.”

Legend gaped, eyes wide. “An internship?” He repeated, brows raised.

The professor waved her hand, nodding. “A recommendation for the position. You’ll still have to apply and get through the hiring process.”

“I can do that,” they murmured, nodding to himself. “Thank you, Professor.”

“I’ll send you the details. The sooner you apply, the better– they want students to work through the rest of the winter season, so you don’t want to wait.”

Legend hummed. “So it’s only a month?”

The professor nodded, shuffling through some papers. “I believe so, yes. It’s all very up in the air as of now.” She smiled at them, standing up from behind her desk. “I’ll be sure to send in that recommendation, then. I’ll see you next class, Legend.”

“See you,” he echoed, clutching their notebook to his chest as he floated out of the lecture hall. An internship? Working as a real social worker? He could have real-life clients with real-life problems and-

Legend took a deep breath. Okay. Maybe he shouldn’t get so excited about people having problems. And just because they got a recommendation doesn’t mean he’ll get the position. It’s not worth getting his hopes up yet. First things first– apply for the internship.

–> ao3