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redpill-tfs · 6 months ago

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Red Wave Rapture

Inspired by the work of @transform4u and his #RedWaveRapture series

Logan slouched on the couch, idly scrolling through his phone. His uncle, Don, stood in the doorway, a familiar expression of exasperation and disappointment on his face.

"Look at you," Don said, shaking his head. "Eighteen years old, just graduated, and doing... nothing."

"I’m figuring things out," Logan muttered, not looking up from his screen.

"Yeah? Figuring out how to waste your life?" Don retorted, stepping into the living room. "You don’t have a job, you don’t have a plan, and frankly, you don’t have any direction. You’re living in my house, eating my food, and playing activist online. That’s not going to cut it, Logan."

Logan groaned and put his phone down. "Here we go again. You’re mad because I’m not living up to your big, conservative expectations."

Don’s face hardened. "Let’s get one thing straight: I’ve tried to be patient with you, but your whole ‘I’m gay and proud’ thing? I don’t get it. Never have, never will. And this whole aimless, rebellious phase of yours isn’t helping anything."

Logan glared at him. "My ‘phase’ isn’t going anywhere. You can be disappointed all you want, but I’m not changing who I am."

Don smirked. "You’re right; I can’t change who you are. But maybe discipline can. Let’s make a bet. You’ve got one month to find a job and stick with it. If you can’t, you’re enrolling in the police academy. Maybe some structure and pride in something bigger than yourself will do you good."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like I’d ever wear one of those uniforms. Deal. But when I win, you’re going to drop this whole cop thing and let me live my life."

"Fine," Don said, offering his hand. Logan shook it, determined to prove him wrong.

Four weeks later, Logan sat in the passenger seat of Don’s car, his arms crossed as they pulled into the police academy parking lot.

"Guess what?" Don said, his tone smug. "You didn’t get a job, so now it’s time to face the music."

"This is stupid," Logan muttered. "I don’t belong here."

"You belong somewhere, and right now, that’s here," Don said firmly. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll surprise yourself."

The academy’s orientation was every bit as rigid and overwhelming as Logan had feared. The other recruits were clean-cut, driven, and eager to prove themselves, while Logan stuck out like a sore thumb in his skinny jeans and rainbow wristband.

By mid-afternoon, the recruits were herded into a dimly lit auditorium. A commanding instructor addressed the room.

"Recruits," he began, "this is the beginning of your journey. The video you’re about to watch is a core part of your orientation. It’s called Red Wave Rapture, and it will help you understand what it means to be one of us."

Logan stifled a groan as the lights dimmed and the projector flickered to life.

The video began innocuously enough—majestic images of American landscapes, stirring orchestral music, and a deep, commanding narrator’s voice.

"Strength. Honor. Duty," the voice intoned. "These are the values that define us as officers. These are the pillars upon which our nation stands."

Logan smirked at the blatant patriotism but found himself strangely unable to look away. The imagery shifted to officers walking proudly through their communities, citizens cheering them on.

The narrator’s voice seemed to grow louder, more insistent. "You were born for this. To protect. To serve. To stand as a beacon of integrity and strength in a world that needs heroes."

Logan’s smirk faltered. A strange warmth spread through his chest, and his breathing slowed as the words seemed to penetrate his mind.

"Let go of doubt," the voice continued. "Let go of weakness. Embrace your destiny."

Logan’s gaze fixed on the screen as the images and words washed over him. The rainbow wristband on his arm caught his eye, and for the first time, it felt out of place.

"You are no longer an individual," the narrator declared. "You are part of the Red Wave, united by duty and honor."

Logan felt a strange, undeniable pull, as though the words were reshaping him from the inside out.

The images on the screen shifted to young recruits stepping into their uniforms, their expressions proud and confident. Logan could almost see himself in their place, wearing the uniform, standing tall, and exuding pride.

"Rise," the narrator commanded. "Rise and become who you were always meant to be."

Logan’s body tensed as a surge of energy coursed through him. His thoughts swirled, and his resistance crumbled under the relentless rhythm of the narrator’s voice.

When the lights came back on, Logan blinked, disoriented. He glanced down at his wristband, removed it without a second thought, and slipped it into his pocket.

By the end of the day, Logan had changed in ways that startled even him. He volunteered for every exercise, pushed himself harder than he ever thought possible, and began forming bonds with his fellow recruits.

That evening, Don met him at home with a curious look.

"How was your first day?" Don asked, sipping his coffee.

Logan’s posture was straighter, his expression more serious. "It was... eye-opening. I think I was wrong about this place. It’s exactly what I needed."

Don raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. "Well, I’ll be damned. Maybe there’s hope for you after all."

Logan hesitated, then added, "And, uh... about the other stuff. You were right about that, too. It doesn’t really fit who I’m becoming." He took his rainbow wristband and threw it in the trashcan.

Don’s face broke into a grin. "Now that’s what I like to hear."

Over the following weeks, Logan’s transformation continued. He excelled in his training, adopted a clean-cut appearance, and fully embraced the academy’s values. His once vibrant and outspoken personality gave way to a disciplined, no-nonsense demeanor.

More than that, his priorities had shifted entirely. He no longer identified with his old self, instead finding pride and purpose in his role as a recruit. His previous liberal and rebellious views seemed laughable now, relics of a misguided youth.

Graduation day arrived quickly, and Logan stood tall in his new uniform, his badge gleaming on his chest. Don stood in the audience, beaming with pride.

After the ceremony, Don pulled him aside.

"Look at you," he said, shaking his head in amazement. "You’re everything I hoped you’d become."

Logan smiled, his stance confident and assured. "Thanks, Uncle Don. I couldn’t have done it without you."

"And I wouldn’t want it any other way," Don replied, clapping him on the shoulder.

Logan posed for a photo in front of a big American flag, standing proudly in his uniform. As Don looked at the image, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

His nephew was no longer the aimless, defiant gay boy he had taken in. He was now a man of discipline, duty, and conservatism—a man Don could be proud to call family.

And for Logan, the uniform didn’t just represent his new role. It represented his transformation, a testament to the strength and pride he had discovered within himself.

#conservative #lib to con #gay to straight #liberal to conservative #redwaverapture #cops

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studentbyday · 9 months ago

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how to survive a full course load in uni as a highly-sensitive person

wanted to try this kind of "advice" post / letter to past me as a premed student who also happens to be an HSP that sometimes struggles to regulate her emotions and is frequently overwhelmed by little things... this is a combo of things i'm glad i did in uni and what hindsight tells me i should've done... i hope that if any of this sounds relevant to you, whether you feel like you're an HSP or not, that you're able to take something useful away from it. and please feel free to reblog with your own tips/advice if you feel i missed something here! i'm just a sample size of 1.

part 1:

If you felt overwhelmed by your course load in high school, for the love of God, don't take the maximum (or “recommended”, which is the maximum at my uni) course load in your first year just to “graduate on time.” Take enough courses each semester that you feel the tingles of a challenge, but don't go overboard. You must feel the “tingles” so that you will be forced to find ways to adapt (i, at least, find it very diffcult to make myself get out of my comfort zone unless given no other option), but don't go to the extreme of taking on too much that you're silent screaming in panic more than you're getting things done. If you're not sure how many courses to enroll in, enroll in as many as you want, and if you find it too much, you can drop as many as you need to by the appropriate deadlines. Also, you may feel resistance to “lowering your standards” as you switch up your study methods to account for the much greater amount of material you need to cover, especially if you're an HSP who struggles with perfectionism, but just stick with it for a little while. You're so much more than a number or letter or percentage mark on an assignment or test, and you may find you're still able to consistently achieve all that you had wanted to in the academic realm. Perhaps you'll even find you're able to complete your work with greater calm and ease if you stick with it long enough. i say this as an hsp who still gets stressed by school but now has enough confidence to more easily calm myself down because i know i can still make it with imperfect study methods and because of that, i can do things with greater ease and apparently get on the dean's list not once but freakin’ twice during my degree?!?!?! i just got the email this week! and whaaaaaaa

If you followed tip #1, try slowly increasing the number of courses you take per semester. You're capable of more than you think. Life will throw you so many more curveballs and responsibilities as you get on, and the overwhelm may be demoralizing but you were meant to live. So, the earlier you train yourself to stop freaking out about each addition to your plate*, the easier it will be and the more confident in yourself you'll feel. In first year, I was overwhelmed with 3 courses per semester, and so in second year, I dropped to 2 and found it to be too little. In third year, I did 3 per semester and found it to be just right. Now, I'm doing 4 per semester and it's like first year all over again except I'm handling a fuller plate. And experimenting with taking 4 courses per semester and finding it's not the death sentence I thought it would be is giving me the confidence I need to take 5 courses per semester next year, my final year. ☺️ Ideally, I would've stuck with 3 in my second year and started on 4 in my third year, so I could even graduate sooner, but still, that's growth right there! And if some rando on the internet can do it, you can too! (* okay, you might not stop freaking out but you will be able to calm yourself down faster the more you practice, which is such a big ace for anyone, hsp or not!)

Please don't feel pressured to do all the social things immediately like joining all the clubs and societies and and high-energy social gatherings/parties. Please also don't feel guilty or blame yourself for not engaging in any or all of these, especially if you feel like you aren't living the “uni life” you want. You'll be here for what, 2, 3, or more years? That's a ton of time! Gradually add the extracurriculars as you feel ready (as in your academic life doesn't feel like a game of hot potato) and only as you feel so called to it that you're sure you're gonna regret it someday if you don't take the chance.

On a related note, don't feel like you have to do everything all at once. Some people take the maximum course load and somehow excel in a bunch of extracurricular activities at the same time while functioning on 5-7 hours of sleep. If that's not you, don't sweat it. Maybe you can adjust your schedule so that in one semester you focus more on academics and in the next, you focus more on the extracurriculars you need to feed your soul and boost your resumé.

SELF-CARE IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN (some) PEOPLE GIVE IT CREDIT FOR — DON'T YOU DARE DROP SELF-CARE IN FAVOR OF “PRODUCTIVITY.” (tbh i still struggle with this, BUT!) Ignore all the people who brag about how little sleep they got the night before the exam. Ignore all the people who brag about not having time to take care of their health in favor of completing another assignment or participating in some coveted extracurricular. Make an exercise plan for the kind of workout that rejuvenates you and follow through on it (except when too ill and tired...you'll know when you need to take a rest day, so listen to your body), whether it's yoga, dance, HIIT, slow pilates, weights, or whatever! And sleep a tonnnn. Sleep earlier than you feel you "should" (given that uni students seem to love to keep odd hours...and that habit may rub off on you as it did on me). Give yourself at least an hour to wind down from all the stimulants of the day (tbh sometimes i need 2 or more hours to finally feel relaxed enough after a long day)... don't subject yourself to the stimulant of your phone (if you happen to see this during your wind-down time, take this as your signal to GET THE FRICK OFF THE PHONE 😂). Take naps or just lie down and relax in bed as needed, especially if you feel you're fighting the flu or covid or whatnot. Take the time to have a nice, hot (or cold, depending on your personal preference 😅) shower or a simple, relaxing bath. Meditate when you need some quiet time, maybe try it in the dark if you feel you just really need to soothe your senses. Journal. Every. Day. At least for me, even if I feel my thoughts are mundane, somehow it helps keep me sane, especially when I have no one to talk to because everyone else around me is busy... (If even for one week I neglect basic self-care, I feel physically terrible which makes me feel mentally terrible and then I'm of no use to myself or anyone else! It isn't selfish or narcissistic and it definitely doesn't have to be expensive. Self-care really works wonders for stress levels and sustainable functioning, sometimes in really subtle ways.)

part 2: (did not know about tumblr's character limit for a single block. that's the only reason this second part exists otherwise it would all be in the same list lol)

When on the verge of panic-crying in defeat but you still need to push through or miss important deadlines, try studying to calming music/ambiences that are still stimulating enough to occupy the frazzled part of your brain that keeps you from functioning 😅 I suppose it's like a lullaby except for studying... 😅 One that worked for me last night was this one and a favorite since my high school days was this one. (What Elaine Aron said about water being really calming seems to be true for some reason and I have no idea why it works so well but it does so I'm rollin’ with it.)

Find small, low-effort creative outlets to release the restless energy that comes from creative needs neglected. Especially useful if you feel stuck in “left-brain” activities for most of the day and don't have much energy for your preferred creative outlets that ask more of you (also yes ik the whole left brain/right brain thing is a myth but idk how to concisely describe the bodily feeling bc it does feels like different parts of my brain are used for logical vs creative activities lol). I like to make wallpapers on Canva using the too many pics I download from the internet (istg I've probably changed my wallpaper at least once for every week since the start of term lol) and I guess I also make ugly comics when the mood strikes 😂

Take frequent, extended breaks from social media. This probably doesn't apply to only HSPs but I find that on the days I scroll a lot, create content for, or consume a lot of social media content in addition to all the things that go on in my real world, I get extra frazzled and tired. I think because of the depth of processing that comes with being HSP, we need to be extra mindful of where we put our energy and attention. Some of the mental health benefits I wasn't sure were true for me before I did a social media detox: at least for me, the peace and clarity of mind I get from it is unmatched! Imagine a world with less FOMO/toxic comparison, less guilt resulting from that, less of feeling like you're just very unaesthetic and dull irl, less guilt resulting from that, less time wasted, less guilt resulting from that. Less extraneous emotional clouding -> better judgment. Such a weight off just by hitting “sign out.”

Clean your workspace either before you study or after you study to have a clear mind. (Yeah, that's another a cliché but we HSPs tend to be more affected by our physical environments and we just gotta accept that and so keeping clean and, for me at least, minimalist, does wonders for my peace of mind 😊)

Don't be afraid to ask for help. You might feel like since you're a legal adult, you should be able to do everything by yourself all the time and not have to bother anyone. But the wise who have been legal adults for ages know that they can't do it all alone. So: do you need an extension on an assignment? Do you need help balancing your chores and schoolwork? Ask for help when you need it! It is not a sign of failure.

If you can, it might help to find yourself an inanimate study buddy 🧸 if you feel you need extra cozy/calming chemicals in your brain while you study 😅

Last but not least, if you have trouble regulating your emotions and fall into the pessimistic trap like I do sometimes, this may help:

If you would like a wallpaper version, here are two for different phone sizes lol:

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libby-for-life · 1 year ago

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Just something me and @breedtheseed wrote on Discord. Even have some art done by them as well! Smut. Lots of smut. Enjoy.

Lucifer x Adam x Lilith

Heaven, a government-paid underground lab, decided to make a genetically perfect human for espionage and assassination. If they were successful, then they would create a female. Or even better. A man that could do it all.

So Project Eden began. Experiment 1-A, or Adam, was grown from a small clump of cells. They experimented on that fetus until it could have both fully functional female and male parts. They messed around with the DNA to see what yielded the best results.

He grew in a test tube until he was a fully grown adult, 21 years of age. At this point, he was a 7-foot-tall slim man with both a reproductive system and a way to reproduce.

They trained him. Hard. Adam gained muscles, strength, and intelligence, and was able to adapt to any situation they threw at him. Adam knew how to seduce both men and women for information and how to kill a human in over a thousand different ways. They created him with hyperthymestic, perfect memory. They labeled him the perfect human. The only thing they needed to do was to test him in a human environment. He needed more human contact other than just the scientists who conversed with him.

He was too old for high school. But college was right up his alley. They decided to enroll him and see how he reacted to humans his age.

They prepared Adam the best they could.

Adam barely talked, he liked to think before he said anything, but this left him silent. He had read about college of course. To Adam, that was an otherworldly experience he wouldn't know about. To think he was going to the Hazbin College, not the most creative name, to learn stuff he already knew.

When they explained to him he needed to know how to converse with others his age more smoothly, Adam reluctantly agreed that it was vital for his purpose.

They wanted him to blend in but excel in his studies. They also wanted to see how well he could adapt without any prior knowledge of what was trendy or considered normal. Sometimes, you wouldn't get the privilege of knowing everything before and you would need to wing it.

This was Adam's chance to prove he could.

The first time Adam felt the sun on his face was enough to make him smile. He read about the sun. He had just never seen it.

He was given an apartment with everything he could ever need, school supplies, and groceries delivered to him every week.

Adam knew how to cook just fine so he wasn't worried.

He made sure he picked something that would interesting but not something off-putting and weird.

He decided to major in Biology.

His first day came faster than Adam was prepared for. He was still adjusting to the overwhelming pressure of being outside and even more now that should he try to do anything Heaven wouldn't like it was game over for Adam.

They implanted a chip in him when he was asleep. Adam didn't know where but they would know where he was 24/7. If he ever defected...tried to run away, then he wouldn't be having a head anymore.

Adam walked into the building he would be studying in for the next 2 years. He had already seen the maps so he knew where he was going.

Only, there seemed to be two people struggling. Two...very beautiful people. Adam likened them to works of art. They seemed lost. Perhaps this was his first test? How would he do in a situation like this?

He approached the two people, a female and male, and quietly asked. "Do you need some help?" They both turned and looked up, Adam was pretty tall, and smiled. "Sure! Do you know where room 3-E is? This place is a maze," the shorter male said. He looked about 5'9. Blonde coifed hair, crystal blue eyes, and a smirk that made Adam blush a bit.

The woman had long blonde hair and eyes that shimmered like violets. Her natural smirk made him shiver too.

"Yeah, I know the way." They end up following him.

Adam was quick to understand that they were already very popular and everyone loved them. They had already been to college last year and they were coming again for their second.

They threw the best parties and knew the best people. Everyone wanted to be them or have sex with them. Adam knew they were physically attractive but no one knew them on a personal level. Didn't you need a connection to be in a relationship? Or was he thinking about healthy relationships?

Adam shrugged to himself as he saw the two of them surrounded by people and laughing at some of their poorly made jokes.

Why were they laughing at that? Adam didn't understand it. Unless this was their way of blending in with the crowd.

Adam though keeping an eye on then would be useful. They could effortlessly fit into crowds and compel people to tell them things. He couldn't place why but he felt he had to know more about them.

He wasn't prepared for them to come to *him*. He was just eating lunch outside campus when he felt a strong arm hug his waist. Startled he looked down and saw Lucifer grinning up at him.

"Hi!"

Another grabbed his arm and Adam turned to see Lilith holding it.

"What are you doing out here?" He wasn't used to being touched. He didn't know what they were doing. It did feel...nice. He didn't know how to explain it any other way.

Back at Heaven people would ask him odd questions all the time. He gestured to his lunch and told them he was eating.

"Looks tasty," Lucifer said. It was okay. "We wanted to invite you to a party!" A party? Adam had never been to one. Oh, sure. He trained on what he was supposed to do in that kind of situation but had never experienced something so normal.

"Do you want to go?" Lilith asked, biting her lip a bit.

Did he? It would be a good experience and he would have another normal thing to write I'm his report to Heaven.

"Sure." They looked so happy that he accepted their invitation. "Here. Let me just write the address." Lilith took his hand and Adam watched fascinated as she wrote on his hand with a pen.

"There. It's tonight!"

The way Lucifer wrapped his arm around Adam gave him a much closer look at the shorter man's face. Adam could feel like he'd seen him before he was sent to the college or at least someone with a very similar face.

Adam shrugged it off. Adam remembered everything, so if he couldn't place Lucifer's face then he hadn't seen it.

Lucifer was holding the party at his place. It was large expensive house owned by his older brother who raised him since their parents died. Since his older brother was always away at his government job Lucifer started thinking of it as his place.

Adam did some research on what time was acceptable to arrive at a party. There was apparently something called being fashionably late.

He came when the party was in full swing.

"Adam!" Lucifer greeted with a bottle of alcohol in one hand.

Drinking that stuff lowered your body's rate to function properly.

Adam would *not* be drinking tonight. He brought a sealed plastic water bottle that he would pour into a red solo cup or something and pretend he was drinking.

Adam allowed himself to be dragged to a sofa where Lucifer sat him down. He was about to ask why when Lucifer plopped right on his lap. Adam froze, not expecting that of Lucifer. Lucifer smirked up at him and winked. Oh. Either Lucifer was the teasing type or he was flirting.

Adam didn’t know where the action was going to go, he didn’t want to ask just in case Lucifer would leave him. He didn’t dislike the action he was just rather confused about why it was happening

But when Lilith sat beside and slid a hand to his neck and gently squeezed....oh. Ooooohhhhh. That felt good.

Lilith smiled as she gently rubbed his neck and played with his hair. Adam melted I to the touch.

The scientists at Heaven never showed affection like this. He loved it.

No one was paying attention to them as Lucifer's hands found their way to his chest and massaged gently. Adam's eyes snapped open as a whimper left his mouth.

A goddamn whimper. He...he hadn't done that since Heaven tested his durability. But that was a whimper of pain. This...this felt good.

"Damn...I knew you had muscles but damn..." Lucifer muttered.

"Doesn't he look pretty? Such a pretty boy." Lilith murmured in his ear making him whine. Was...was this going too fast? It...he didn't know what to do.

When he felt buttons pop open from his shirt and stifled a moan when Lucifer's fingers found their way to his nipples. They pinched.

Adam did moan. It was quiet and breathy.

Adam heard Lucifer say, "Let's take this to a bedroom." He was guided away from the couch. Strong hands. Hands that squeezed and felt good.

Adam wasn't quite sure what they were doing, but he was good at following instructions. When he was gently pushed into a bed, he understood. They wanted sex. They taught him the basics at Heaven but he was a virgin.

Lucifer licked his neck while Lilith settled behind him.

"I just knew how innocent you'd be when I saw you." Lilith whispered huskily in his ear making Adam bite his lip. He was far from innocent in most things, but experiencing was different.

Lucifer chuckled and helped him out of his shirt. "Damn, you look perfect. You must have worked hard for these abs." He did. He worked for years through blood, sweat, and tears to get this body the way it was. But to hear it be appreciated by someone who wasn't for Heaven, made Adam blush and moan.

It sounded needy to his own ears. "Aw, he has a praise kink." Lilith cooed.

Praise kink? Adam blushed and squirmed a bit against their soft touches, Lucifer’s hands had returned to his chest.

“They’re so soft when you aren’t flexing,” Lucifer hummed as his fingers traced the man’s nipples once more.

"I wonder if I just—" A loud moan tumbled out as Lucifer pinched his nipples and twisted them. He felt his hips leave the bed, chasing something....something he didn't know, but his body was reacting to Lucifer's touch like fire to gasoline.

Lucifer blinked before smirking. Lilith chuckled into his neck.

“So sensitive,” Lilith hummed as she kissed Adams neck, Adam shivered and his hips made a small jerk. Adams lip trembled this was so different than what he trained for, he knew this could happen but it felt so different than what he imagined.

It felt good.

They pinched, caressed, and pulled on sensitive flesh. Adam was a moaning mess when he felt a warm mouth suck on his nipple.

"Let's see what other treasures you might have?" And Lilith slipped a hand into his pants and rubbed his ass.

By this point, he was pitching quite the tent and his vagina was pulsing and feeling so wet.

Lilith smirked as her fingers brushed over the ring of muscles, she had to do a small double take when her fingers dipped into Adams soaked pussy, the mans hips instinctively arched into her fingers.

Her eyes grew wide at the realization as she traced her fingers around Adams ass hole and pussy the small taint separating the two.

A squeak left Adam’s lips as he flet fingers brush his very sensitive vagina.

"Oh my god....do you have a pussy?" She asked shocked and very turned on by this.

Lucifer's head whipped up, surprised etching his features and it didn't take long for him to slip Adam’s pants off along with his underwear.

There, right below a proudly standing dick, was a drooling pussy. H-holy shit. He had heard of them. Hermaphrodites. Incredibly rare. And so very arousing...

Lucifer smirked up at Adam who was red-cheeked and breathing very heavily.

Lucifer’s mouth watered and he licked his lips as he gave Lilith a look, Lilith met the look with a knowing smirk as she pulled Adams's face to hers capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Adam moaned

Adam had never been kissed before. This was so new and he was all to happy to let Lilith take the lead.

However, the kiss broke when Adam gasped and looked back to see Lucifer between his legs, when did Lucifer do that? Adam was barely able to soak in the view when Lilith pulled him back into the kiss and ravished his mouth, while curious fingers spread his weeping pussy.

Adam moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Fingers pushed gently, exploring new territory.

"I can't believe you have a pussy." Lucifer said. Pussy? Was...was that what people called vaginas? Why call it after a cat?

He lost his train of thought when Lilith forced her tongue inside his mouth, tasting everything.

They broke for air when Lucifer pushed more in.

"God, you look beautiful like this, your pussy spreading for me so easily."

"P-pussy? Do you mean vagina?" This causes them both to laugh leaving Adam feeling very embarrassed.

They chuckled and gave gentle kisses “so innocent,” Lucifer hummed as he scissored his fingers making Adam moan. “Would you prefer I call it your vagina or cunt?” Adam didn’t answer he felt embarrassed somehow.

“Aww it’s ok Adam don’t be shy,” Lilith glided his face back to hers “We just think it’s cute that’s all,” she kissed his lips but it was softer. Adam whined, he was cute?

He had never been called cute before. Deadly. Annoying. Perfect specimen. But never cute.

"Y-you think it's cute? I know it's not...normal." And that was the kicker, wasn't it? He would never be normal. Not really. He was essentially a test tube baby. He would never understand people simply because he wasn't made for it.

Lucifer and Lilith frowned as they looked at Adam, he was so red in the face he looked so beautiful.

Who the fuck would say he wasn’t normal?

“Adam you are so beautiful,” Lucifer said as he trailed kisses up Adams body, his hands rubbing circles on Adams hips.

“He’s right Adam you’re so perfect,” Lilith whispered as she peppered his neck with kisses, Adam moaned against the touches.

Adam squealed hard when he felt a mouth directly kiss his...pussy? Cunt? He didn't know what to call it anymore more but those soft kisses were driving his sensitive p-pussy wild.

Lilith chuckled and held him down with two hands while Lucifer smirked up at him.

"Have you ever been ate out before?"

Adam frowned, was he wanting to eat him? He shook his head. And Lucifer smiled as he swiped his tongue against Adam's folds, Adams's hips stuttered at the feeling he wanted more. Lilith smiled and kissed his cheek, “it’s going to feel really good,” she whispered.

Adam's legs wanted to close, but the feeling was too strong. But Lucifer’s hands kept Adams's shaky legs open

Lilith bit and sucked his neck, loving the little noises he made while the Lucifer's skillful tongue worked its magic.

Adam whimpered and whined. To Lucifer and Lilith, it was so hot to reduce someone as strong and capable looking as Adam was to a whimpering and moaning mess.

And to find out that Adam had a pussy and a dick? God, he truly was the best of both worlds.

Lucifer couldn’t get enough he wanted to be deep inside of Adam, he rolled his hips into the bed for some friction against his aching cock.

Lilith bit her lip, she wanted to see how much Adam could take. Maybe she could bring out her strap when Lucifer was done with him, or maybe she would teach Adam how to eat a woman out. She smirked at the idea as her hands found Adams soft muscular pecs. She hadn’t expected them to be soft as he played with them, watching how Adams hips tried to ride Lucifer’s face.

It was cute.

"Aw, are we getting desperate?" Lilith whispered with another kiss. Adam whimpered out the words, "I, ah! I need more!" Adam yelped when he felt *teeth* down there.

"What do you want Adam?"

"I-I don't know!" Adam cried desperately. "I just want more!" Lucifer snickered and sucked on his clit, knowing that it would drive Adam crazy and it did. Tears looked beautiful on Adam.

And Adam was so vocal, his moans were very much like music to the two ears. As Lucifer sucked the cute bud his fingers began to trace Adam's entrance as they dipped inside and began to thrust. Adam's eyes flew open and he gripped Lilith, his grip weak as his body grew hotter.

“That’s it Adam doesn’t it feel good,” Lilith said with a soft voice against his ear.

“Hot,” Adam whimpered into Lilith's neck as he got closer to climax.

He had read about it but never experienced it. Would this be his first orgasm?

Lucifer hummed, going a bit faster.

Lilith gently rubbed and pinched his sensitive chest while she licked his lips. "Cum for me Adam."

Adam did with a scream. He breathed heavily. As the two go out of bed. Was-was that sex? Were they done?

He gulped when he saw them strip. He forgot he was the only one naked. Both sported lithe muscles and by all accounts, he was the bigger and more muscled of the two, and yet he didn't mind them being in charge. Lilith and Lucifer smirked as they...stripped teased. Yes. He was taught this. If he needed to seduce someone, he would tease them provocatively and distract them.

But Lilith and Lucifer did so effortlessly. Soon, Lucifer was only in his boxers and Lilith in a lingerie set of purple.

"Adam, " Lucifer purred. "Will you help us strip?"

Adam got up on shaky legs, when he approached them Adam easily took off the woman’s bra to which Lucifer chuckled and showed Adam how to go slow. Adam followed Lucifer’s lead, slowly stripping Lilith of her lingerie.

“That’s it Adam, just a good boy,” Lucifer hummed.

Adam moaned at the praise. "Why don't we reward you?" Lilith climbed back into bed while Lucifer guided him until he was face-first into Lilith's breasts. They were, well, huge and Adam never realized how soft they would be.

Lilith chuckled and pressed his face closer, loving to see his embarrassed and flushed face in her bosom.

Lucifer bite his lip as he saw Adam's dick already hardening and pussy dripping again.

Adam moaned again when he felt Lucifer’s hands against his ass, feeling his pussy spreading the cool air against the heated flesh made him shiver.

"I can't wait to deflower you, baby boy," Lucifer growled as he sunk the tip in. Adam yelped and squirmed but Lilith held him in her surprisingly strong grip.

"That's it, baby. Doing so good. You're the best baby boy in the world."

There it was again. Baby boy. Why were they calling him that?

"Baby boy?" He moaned out while Lilith cooed at his fucked out face. Lucifer was going slow to give Adam some time to adjust to his enormous girth and size. She knew exactly how big Lucifer was and only someone who had experience could take him going wild animal on them.

Adam deserved it nice and slow. At least at first.

Lilith chuckled at his question. "Cute nickname, right?" Then she smirked mischievously. "Unless you prefer baby girl?"

Adam whimpered, he wasn’t a baby, he moaned when a particular thrust pushed him further into Lilith. It felt so big inside him, he whimpered and his training kicked in. He arched into the thrusts, and hugged Lilith for some kind of grounding as Lucifer rolled his hips into Adams sweet heat.

Lucifer’s view was amazing seeing how Adam’s pussy took him so well, he bit his lip looking at the tight ring of muscles above the entrance.

He wondered if Adam had a prostate. He’d have to do that another time.

Lilith was definitely going to be eaten out tonight. They found a treasure trove. A man with no hang-ups about sexuality or was judgemental about having a threesome. In fact, the only reason they were interested at first was because Adam looked and acted different from everyone else. He was an empty canvas and Lilith and Lucifer were going to be the artists. Plus, it helped that Adam was adorable. Who knew a seven-foot giant with muscles for days would be this subby in bed? He was the perfect sub.

Lucifer groaned when he finally bottomed out.

Adam whimpered against Liliths breasts, “Adam baby,” her soft voice called to him. “Will you make me feel good too~” Adam whimpered as the shifted putting Adams face right against Liliths soaked cunt, Adams mouth watered as he looked up at her for instructions.

“Go on Adam, give it a try,” Lucifer said from behind him. Adam hesitantly swiped his tongue against Lilith's soft folds making his insides clench around Lucifer’s cock.

"That's it. Why don't you go a bit deeper?" Lilith suggested with pink cheeks. Adam moved a bit closer and dragged his tongue across Lilith's pussy. She moaned and gripped his hair tightly, causing him to moan. He licked and sucked at her entrance, trying to bring up the diagram he was shown of the female anatomy. Hmm...there should be something called the clitoris somewhere...lick. "Ah! Yes! Right there!" Lilith screamed as Lucifer began moving again.

Adam tried desperately to make her feel good, he liked the way her moans made his insides twitch around Lucifer’s cock.

He sucked and licked trying to mimic what Lucifer did as much as possible, he moaned loud against her folds as Lucifer's thrusts began to grow faster.

Adam shoved his face deeper as Lucifer and Lilith moaned, reaching their own climax. Lilith gripped Adam's dick and rubbed it, causing him to squeal in overstimulation.

She bit her lip as he began crying again, giving her pussy little kitten licks.

Lucifer continued to roll his hips into Adam making sure to milk every last bit into the man as Adam reach overstimulated territory.

“So perfect,” Lucifer whispered as he ran a hand down Adams back.

“He really is,” Lilith agreed as she helped Adam cum, Lucifer bit his lip feeling how Adam's thrusts pushed Lucifer’s cock deeper into him.

Adam screamed the loudest when he came. Dick squirted cum onto Lilith's and his stomach while his pussy spasmed. He got a mouthful of Lilith's juice and he was quick to swallow it all.

"Baby girl is so good for us," Lilith said to Lucifer as they watched him whimper on her thigh, face covered in her orgasm.

"Aw, he's so cute like this. All fucked out and drooling." Lucifer pulled out gently and kissed Adam's back.

Adams legs gave out and his brain was fogged, was that sex were they going to leave him like this? Adam shivered when Lucifer fingered him cum back into Adams pussy.

“Such a good boy you are Adam,” Lucifer said as he helped Adam get more comfortable on the bed.

“Won’t you stay our baby girl Adam~” Lilith hummed as she and Lucifer looked down at his tired state.

"Mmmm....yesh." He slurred. He felt so protected right now and relaxed. He snuggled up and lied down on Lilith's plush breasts, yawning tiredly.

"Aw, so tired." Lucifer cooed as Adam fell asleep.

Everyone had trickled out, it was 2 am, and that meant they were alone. He came back and stripped out of his clothes before climbing into bed. He snuggled up to his girlfriend and possibly boyfriend.

"God, he's perfect. I can't believe we found him."

“Me too,” Lilith matched his excitement as they looked at their secret treasure. He was so perfect.

“We should clean him,” Lucifer said as he was about to get up.

“Nah I think he’s fine plus look how tired he is, we wouldn’t want to ruin his sleep,” Lucifer couldn’t disagree with her on that one. “Plus I read that hermaphrodites are mostly infertile,” she finished as she snuggled up to Adam, Lucifer shrugged and joined her.

Adam woke up to the sound of humming. He whimpered, God he was so *sore,* but still had his eyes closed. He was on something soft and warm. It felt like there were two warm...bodies next to him.

Opening his eyes, he noticed that Lilith and Lucifer were both asleep on top of him. They snuggled close to him, eager to soak in his warmth. He blushed when he realized they were all naked. It turned out the humming was just Lilith sleep-talking.

Adam blushed at them holding onto him. Especially since he was feeling his morning wood pop up along with Lucifer's which was poking his thigh.

He needed to get some water. He could tell he was dehydrated.

If you all liked this, there will be a part 2! Love you guys!

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 year ago

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I'm not done torturing Timothy

Kid dies of overwork in the middle of his work hours as CEO of Wayne Enterprises

All the bats are busy everywhere else and while they are the first to know Tim was confirmed dead, said death was too public and it rapidly spreads all over Gotham, the internet and maybe spheres outside of them that the teen CEO is dead before he even turned 18

Questions at W.E. but the Waynes especially are being asked, and people want answers.

All anybody—to Gotham as a whole, to Young Justice, to the Justice League, and anyone else—can do now is live with the fallout of Tim's and Red Robin's death, and go from their

Inspired by those fics and AUs where Tim sacrifices his time, sleep, energy, sanity, happiness mental health & physical health, and general well-being for the Bats

Is fandom or canon ever really done with torturing Tim?

And great AU! Let's beef it up.

I couldn't find a definitive answer for how long it takes before someone dies due to overworking. The consensus is that 54 or more hours a week is considered over-working. One article said they studied what health conditions people received over a ten-year study.

So, let's start Tim off early.

In this AU, he skipped grades. So, even though he was intelligent enough to do so, this had a few effects.

The effects include poor socialization (and chances to be a kid/de-stress with peers), increased workload (more homework/more mental energy required in comparison to those his age), and he needed to study harder than his classmates to ensure he was keeping up.

His workload increased when he became Robin.

He was worried about Bruce, and his Robin activities/responsibilities took a lot of time. School is already usually around 35 hours, not including homework. In this AU, his parents also enrolled him in honors classes with the expectation that he maintains decent grades. Add on that his Robin needed to ensure Batman wasn't violent every night Batman went out? He was patrolling at least 5 nights a week.

The subsequent losses and grief were overwhelming and stressful

Not much needs to be said about this other than just another aspect added onto Tim's shoulders

Bruce dies

That's another loss, there's all of the stress with the Battle of the Cowl/losing Robin, he works without breaks or supports to find Bruce, and he assumes some control of WE. His missing spleen also lowers his immune system (which was already jeopardized by his stress and the permanent consequences of the Clench).

Tim continues to work as CEO in this AU while managing the Bats, Waynes, various hero society issues, and patrol ad Red Robin.

No wonder he collapses. I think the even more increase in work combined with his strenuous relationships with everyone (YJ is still trying to navigate Kon and Bart coming back to life with Tim and Cassie's fight) causes Tim to pile more and more onto his shoulders until he dies.

So, with all of these added together, Tim can die pretty quickly after obtaining the CEO position. I like to think that a combination of being sick, having an infection, lack of sleep, and stress took him out.

I hope Bruce burns to death in this one for not noticing, putting more pressure on Tim's shoulders, and being an ass :)

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au #you can add more of tim's canon events to give him more stress while taking out his support systems

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orieriee · 5 months ago

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Chapter 15 ✦ Epilogue

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Sypnosis: Y/N L/N is a special shaman from a jujutsu family. Y/N was sent to Tokyo to go on missions to prove their worth as the next heir. With the ability of 'flow', a cursed technique that allows its user to see and manipulate forces of energy freely. Y/N stumbled across Geto Suguru amidst a dark aura, carrying a weight of chaotic and dark energy. Will Y/N be able to help Geto overcome his turmoil? Will Y/N fulfill the lifelong anticipation and succeed in becoming the next heir? The short answer is, yes.

Time setting: 2018, just after the new trio (Itadori, Kugisaki, Fushiguro) joined Jujutsu Tech! gn!reader. I use they/them pronounce for neutrality.

Disclaimer: This will be a slight crossover with chainsaw man because I needed a mentor figure who is not known in Jujutsu Kaisen. I do not own any of the characters from Jujutsu Kaisen or Chainsaw Man. The characters belong to Gege Akutami as the creator of Jujutsu Kaisen and Tatsuki Fujimoto as the creator of Chainsaw Man. I only own the story plot of this work of fiction. I will also mix in a written story for the plot so it's not just the SMAU story. Also english isn't my first language so excuse any grammar errors in the story (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

The year is 2018. Sometime after Itadori Yuuji and Kugisaki Nobara came to Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo. It has been 8 years and you are finally visiting Tokyo again for the first time.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru have become teachers in Jujutsu Tech, both of them taking turns in teaching the grades. Mimiko and Nanako have grown into capable young sorcerers as they have enrolled into Jujutsu High, currently in the same grade as Maki and the others.

The end...? Almost! We'll sum up in headcanons of what had happened during the course of 3 years and after the timeskip!

Because I'm too lazy to write and it's easier to explain in headcanons

Before the 3 years

Y/N, aka you, moved back to your place to become the new head of the L/N clan after the succession ceremony

You and Geto kept in touch with each other like promised but it took you some time to get your grandpas permission to let Geto and the girls visit you

After a little some lengthy negotiations with your grandpa, with the help of Kishibe too, your grandpa finally allowed them to visit

And since then they have regularly visited you during the holidays

But just before the 3 year mark, you have gotten really busy with your duty as the head clan and other duties so you couldn't really talk to Geto as much as before

Geto understood that you were busy but he wanted to see you so badly

So he flew alone to your place, a surprise visit you didn't expect (with the help of Kishibe)

But when he arrived, it was not until 3 days that he got to see you after he stayed in your estate

You were very busy meeting some important people in your clan that day, and have been very very busy for the past few days so you were overwhelmed by all of the responsibilities

At first you wanted to dismiss him when Kishibe said that someone was visiting you

But when you knew it was Geto, you broke down crying as he offered you a warm embrace in his arms

And so when you fell asleep after crying, he decided to confront your grandpa to not burden you so much

Grandpa was offended™

And challenged Geto to a duel in the forest (it was actually just a test for Geto and that your grandpa was just bored)

Long story short, Geto almost lost by centimeters but got lucky that he was able to checkmate your grandpa

"You're lucky because I'm already old" aahh scene, you know

Your grandpa actually asks something along the line that implies whether or not Geto is trustworthy enough to be by your side

To which Geto responded that he wishes to take care of you and stay by your side to protect the person he cares so much about

Your grandpa nodded, acknowledging him, and also started to like him since then

And with that, Geto returned to Tokyo

After the 3 years

Geto knew you were going to visit Tokyo for the first time in 3 years--he has been waiting for this time

It was finally time to confess for real this time, that Geto is serious about wanting to have a relationship with you if you allow him to

You knew this day was coming, and was nervous about it

You already knew that your grandpa has approved of him, but you can't help but feel nervous thinking about it

And so you arrived in Tokyo, with Geto picking you up from the airport with Mimiko and Nanako

After finishing some businesses you need to do, you spent some time with Geto and the girls

They decided to go to check on the new amusement park

Gojo tagged along as well, along with a kid you've never seen before, probably around the same age as Mimiko and Nanako

If this was the real JJK, a fight with a cursed spirit will broke out😂 but since it's not, I like to imagine that Gojo was just there to distract the kids for bothering you both... And to eavesdrop his best friend's conversation

I'll leave the details to your imagination on this take~ definitely not because I'm a lazy writer booo

Basically, Geto confessed, no, he asked if he can be with you, to take care of you, and to stand by your side

You cut him off with a anxious expression, you told him of the hardships that you two might face if you two are together... And you doubt whether he would want to stay after that

He took your hands and cupped it on his face, kissing the inside of your palm, as if telling you that he's ready to devote himself to you

You are his light, and he'll do anything to not lose you... For the sake of not losing himself too

In the end you got together, and Mimiko and Nanako couldn't be more happy that their (adoptive) parents finally got together ＼(￣▽￣)／🎉

2018 mark

Before and after Itadori Yuuji and Kugisaki Nobara came to Jujutsu Tech, you haven't returned to Tokyo for a while

But don't worry, Geto, or now Suguru, your boyfriend has been visiting you during holidays or simply when he misses you

He has won the favor of your grandpa and your family of course, although it took him a while to get the permission to marry you

So the day you visited Tokyo again, he had already bought a ring that he was going to propose you to

Gojo, Mimiko, and Nanako helped him plan the perfect proposal of course

Little did he know, you have also gotten him a ring that you're going to propose to him to

Long story short, after a romantic date at night, he proposed to you, asking you to marry him

But then you pulled out your proposal ring to him, a family heirloom passed from generations to generations of your clan and give him your answer

Your grandpa was slightly furious to know you have given that ring to him, but all ends well

You two lived happily ever after!

....Until the shibuya arc begins... Jk

The end ^^

author's note: I'm so grateful if you've read this fanfiction : Light. a Jujutsu Kaisen Geto Suguru x Reader SMAU! written by Orieriee until the end :D! I hope I did the ending a justice! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) it was an old fanfiction I made a year ago but it only got halfway done so I needed to write the story until the end before publishing. I'm sorry it got delayed for a bit! I also want to thank you for showing your support! Your likes, reblogs, comments and messages means A LOT to me, I wanna hug all of you 🫂🫂🫂 I would also like to apologize if there were grammar mistakes along the way or if the characters are OOC 😔

It has been a while since I read JJK and I didn't have a deep understanding of the characters, just in general. But it was fun to write because at first I intended this fanfiction to be for a JJK original character that I made-up! So it was fun to write some of the details that I have planned originally for the character to be Y/N! That's all! I'm going to sleep now! Have a nice day and don't forget to take care of your health, dear readers! ^^

written and published by orieriee on tumblr. Please do not copy or repost in any other platform.

tags: @inthedarkshadows000

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tragedry · 3 months ago

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Hiiiiii since you basically carry the Ashler nation on your shoulders (you,me and maybe three other people who are invested in the ship) could you maybe share some Ashler domestic headcanons? I miss them 😭😭😭 Thank you for your posts this blog is a blessing🙏

hello anon, and thanks for the ask! (dw i miss them too 😭)

it's been a hot second since i talked about them so let me make this list a whole lot longer than i initially planned lmao

anyway, here's some domestic ashler hcs for the four other shippers who are as insane about this ship as me:

they make it a habit to go over the grocery list together the night before, and they take turns on who gets to write it cause the one time they tried to write one together, they ended up scrawling on each other's notes

doing the laundry and washing the dishes is ashlyn's least favorite chore, but with tyler it becomes a nice and relaxing activity to do together. folding the laundry while listening to music becomes less of a chore when she's sharing such a mundane moment with him

before dating, ashlyn always made very simple meals for herself but now that tyler is always around, she's always trying out new dishes that he'd make for her bc tyler had made it his goal to figure out what kind of food she's into.

tyler's birthday has always been a shared celebration, so it's an adjustment for him to be at the center of ashlyn's attention during the occasion. from happy wishes, to gifts, to a homemade dinner, the overwhelming feeling of being loved and at the center of such affection is something he never thought he'd ever experience. it's both jarring and undeniably addictive. (even more so when ashlyn comes barrelling in with a wonky looking birthday cake that she somehow managed to hide from him all day)

lunch dates in cafes and hole in the wall dinners where they would sit and talk for hours about their day or just have nonsensical topics to see who would be able to outlast the other with their yapping (ashlyn is surprisingly good at keeping up conversations when presented with an interesting enough topic)

late night drives, where they would just listen to a playlist ben made for them with the windows down and the wind on their faces. ashlyn makes an offhand comment about wanting to see the stars so tyler takes her to an empty field and they stargaze until the sun comes up

rainy days spend cozy in bed, their usually busy days drowned by the need to stay in and relax. they share their breakfast in the bedroom while a random movie is playing, but the two of them are more invested in watching each other (completely awed that they are here, that they have someone to spend moments like this with)

coming home to a warm meal. they've made it a rule to always have something ready for when the other is out. it's something tyler made sure of the first time he found out ashlyn would skip meals whenever she's too tired to cook after work

window shopping becomes enjoyable when they're doing it together. ashlyn didn't really see the appeal of spending time in crowded malls looking at products and appliances before, but once they start dating, she finds herself enjoying the time they take looking for things to add in their apartment.

making playlists for each other, also finding news songs/artists that they think the other would like and getting excited at the prospect of being right

ashlyn jokingly taking a bunch of selfies with tyler's phone thinking she'd annoy him, only for her to find one of her selfies as his lock screen and wallpaper. she immediately flustered and tries to change it to something else, but tyler stops her and tells her to back off when she insists on deleting the photos lmao

their names on each other's contact has their designated emojis (⚾ 🥕)

finding hobbies to do together (ty manages to get ashlyn into crochet and ash enrolls the two of them on a woodcarving workshop)

when ashlyn gets really really sick, she becomes extra clingy and doesn't want ty to leave her side. she'd latch onto him and demand for cuddles despite tyler insisting to make her something to eat first

having matching rings that they always wear/take whenever they go, and it has the other's initials engraved at the back of the metal band

during the summer, they would always go on a trip to visit the lake. it's become a sort of tradition for them and they would always make time in their busy schedule to plan it out together.

that's all i can think of on the spot! i hope you enjoy! 💙💙

#ashler #tylyn #school bus graveyard #sbg #tyler hernandez #ashlyn banner #ry.plies #anon #i had a lot of fun thinking about each hc #keep the ashler asks coming!!

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myimaginationplain · 6 months ago

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This beautiful piece of fan art by @/stickymaelk on Twitter made my brain start whirling around an Arcane x Soul Eater AU that I'm sure I won't be able to get out of my head for a little while, so here are my fledgling headcanons:

Jayce & Viktor are obviously partners, with Jayce being the meister & Viktor the weapon. Viktor has a very closed-off soul & finds it near impossible to partner with anyone other than Jayce (ala Soul). Jayce has a very large, kinetic soul-wavelength that he can use to attack sans his weapon ala Black☆Star, though he wouldn't necessarily want to. He has an easier time pairing up with other people compared to Viktor, but most other weapons would find his wavelength overwhelming. Jayce grew up in Death City with his mother. They're probably the first of their class to make a Death Scythe. I absolutely see the two of them getting into a Maka-&-Soul-esque dilemma where Jayce develops a complex around needing to protect Viktor at all costs, despite it being the weapon's job to protect their meister. The handle of Viktor's hammer-form takes on the aesthetic qualities of whatever cane he's using at the time.

Caitlyn is the first meister in Kiramman family history (maybe she gets it from Tobias's side?) & her deciding to pursue this path has created a rift between she & Cassandra. Caitlyn & Jayce hit it off during their first week at the DWMA & she was extremely disappointed to find out he wasn't a weapon. Caitlyn goes through her entire first semester without having chosen a weapon before Death Scythe Grayson reccomends she pair up with Vi; the two of them never would have seriously considered the other before, but they work like a charm. Maybe they eventually have a little breakup arc where their partnership dissolves & Caitlyn picks up Maddie as her new weapon, but they can't resonate the same way she & Vi could.

Vi & Powder are kind of a combination of the Thompson sisters & the Nakatsukasa siblings. Like Liz & Patty, they're both modern firearms. But whereas Vi only has one form (a rifle) like Masamune, Powder is a multi-form weapon like Tsubaki; she can turn into a handgun, a canon, a grenade, a time-bomb, etc. Vi lowkey wishes she were a meister so that she & Powder could've been partners, & has a bit of an inferiority complex about not being a good enough weapon. The two of them were taken in & raised by the DWMA along with Ekko. Maybe their parents were all meisters and/or weapons who were killed by witches or something. Powder absolutely gets injected with Black Blood at some point. At some point before either of them had official partners, Jayce & Vi tried to pair up & it was an absolute disaster (their souls are like the immovable object vs the unstoppable force, lol).

Ekko is a meister & Powder's partner. The two of them decided to be a pair before they were even officially enrolled at the DWMA. Ekko has a grigori soul (ala Maka), which helps to counteract Powder's madness post-Black Blood infusion. If they ever formed a team of weapon-meister pairs like Spartoi, then Ekko would definitely be the leader. Powder worries that she's dragging Ekko's as a meister potential down with her.

Mel has a Stein-esque soul, in that she can meister any weapon with ease &, like Jayce, can fight without a weapon (she's more adept & eager to do so than Jayce is). Her most common weapon partner is Elora, & sometimes Sky (I definitely see Sky having Marie's healing wavelength). Maybe Elora is killed in battle (sorry girl) or decommissioned some other way, & Sky becomes Mel's primary weapon after that? The Medarda's are a long, unbroken line of prodigious meisters & weapons, & Mel definitely feels the weight of that legacy. Mel is revealed to be part witch ala Kim.

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midwesternvibes · 1 year ago

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This one is currently winning on my little motivation poll so here we go

SEPERATED LEO AU!!! (because we don't have enough of those already lol)

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So, I wanna talk more about how they all refound each other (link to how they met here)

Just to recap, Big Mama has Mikey, Draxum has Raph, and Splinter has Donnie. Big Mama's in her Nexus Hotel, Draxum is in NYC with a cloaking broach, and Splinter's in the ever iconic sewers.

Big Mama is actually a very kind mother to Mikey! She loves her little baby, and especially loves how he has her beloved Lou's smile. She spoils him to death and lets them express himself however she'd like. (If you haven't picked up on it yet, Mikey is genderfluid in this au and generally presents as a feminine man) Mikey absolutely adores skirts and zip-up hoodies, and usually wears a very bright suit top with a big orange ball gown skirt to formal events that Big Mama matches at Mikey's whims (I cannot draw for the life of me so if anyone is willing to draw this for me I will work out some kind of trade with you if you'd like 🙏)

But yeah, Big Mama does not let her fight in the Nexus, and has even toned down the brutality of the Nexus due to Mikey's pleading. There aren't any more lethal fights and she rarely makes binding, lifelong contracts because it made her baby upset to see all the sad and scared people.

They are a very cute duo and both genuinely love each other very much

Then there's Draxum amd Raph! Draxum luckily snagged two cloaking broaches before his lab exploded and slapped them on both him and his 2 year old son before heading up to the surface. The two of them then got a apartment in the.....*shuddder*........human world. Draxum tries to hide them in mostly secret, only leaving the house for groceries and necessities, but eventually realizes that poor Raphie is very lonely.

This is made so much worse when he meets the little girl downstairs and wants so desperately to follow her to school after their playdates.........Draxum finally caves.

With the help of Mr. and Mrs. O'Neil, he enrolls Raphie in the same Kindergarden as April and lets him finally go to school after years of homeschooling. Raphie struggles with the transition a bit, but eventually he gets the hang of it and thrives! Draxum encourages him to join as many clubs as he can (without getting overwhelmed of course) and is his biggest fan.

Once Draxum is able to settle down, he's actually a huge soccer mom and goes to all of Raphie's events, he gets totally embarrassed sometimes. Draxum and the O'Neils are really good friends and try to have dinner at least once a week

But once again, a very happy family! They struggle to show it sometimes, but they truly love each other and only want what's best for each other

Then we have Donnie and Splinter! Splinter was mutated with the DNA from his pet rat that he picked up on his travels with Big Mama and Draxum to get the turtles, and he was only able to grab Donnie and retreat to the sewers before Draxum's while lab collapsed. He, along with the other two, belive his partners and other children to be dead, so he never goes searching for them. Instead, he raises his son in the sewers on his own, foraging for all that they need just like in canon.

However, their sewer home is PREEEEEEEETY nice, since Donnie doesn't really doesn't have anything better to do other than make their home as nice as possible. He's has all major appliances working since he was 6 and only makes improvements from there. He also has his little pet project, but Splinter doesn't know about that yet!!!!

Speaking of Splinter, he varies pretty dramatically from canon. He's a lot less depressed because he had a much better experience with the yokai world and doesn't feel nearly as ashamed to BE a yokai (or yokai-adjacent) and keeps himself in much better shape, helping him with the dysmorphia that he does have. Overall, Splinter's doing pretty well, and he's a pretty attentive parent overall!

He was able to access some of his funds from his Lou Jitsu days and pays for Donnie to go to online school, and by the time Donnie meets up with the rest of his family at 11, he's halfway through high school work and has plans to go on to college so that he can start building up his tech empire by the time he's 18

But yeah, yet again, a overall happy parent/child relationship!

(Then there's Leo. All the angst had to go somewhere, right???)

Moving on! Now, the adults all lived separately with each of their respective kid, but when Raphie was about 8, he got really sick. Like, really really sick. Draxum went to as many human doctors that he could trust, but none of them were able to figure out what was wrong with his baby. He finally musters up the courage to go down to the Hidden City, and finds out that Raphie has Mystic Overload Syndrome. While he's running around trying to find stuff to help his little boy (he's so affectionate guys), Raphie sneaks out! He starts running around the Hidden City unbroached, and he feels truly seen for the first time in his life.

While running around, he literally runs into another turtle yokai, one who's dressed in expensive orange clothes...........

This post got REALLY long, so stay tuned for more! Next post will probably be how Draxum and Big Mama finally met, and then how Splinter and Donnie come into play!

(Don't worry about Leo this isn't about him he's fine)

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(Also stay tuned for the name reveal of the AU!

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neptune-scythe · 8 months ago

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I prayed those lights would take me home

- 9-1-1

- Buck POV

- takes place during 8x03

- 5k words

- Buck remembers the day he got kicked out of college, crashed his bike, and left his parents house. But turns out there was a bit more to it than he'd realized.

full fic under cut

TW/ suicide, suicide attempt, depression

"Los Angeles fire department I need to commandeer that bike!"

Buck called out to the approaching motorcyclist.

"Seriously?!"

"Helmet, come on, let's go let's go!"

Buck practically snatched the helmet out of the confused man's hands, hopping on the bike and speeding away before the man even knew that was happening.

There was the slightest moment of hesitation as he kicked the bike into motion 'what if I forgot how to do this', but he supposed the saying existed for a reason, because it really was like riding a bike. His body immediately knowing what to do, without needing any thought to remember.

He'd forgotten how much he loved being on a bike, the rush of air blowing against him, the speed so much more palpable when there aren't four walls and glass windows blocking out the outside world ... though to be fair he was going considerably faster than he normal would in his jeep.

But there was something else mixed in with all the feelings of freedom and the rush of adrenaline ... something almost like dread, some deep gnawing feeling he couldn't quite identify. But for now he tried to put it out of his mind, he had a job to do after all.

When he'd reached what he suspected was a mile (a little more just to be safe) he stopped the bike and discarded the helmet beside it, leaping over the divider into incoming traffic.

That feeling arose again, stronger this time, harder to ignore. But still he pushed it aside as best he could, lighting both flares and attempting to get the attention of the speeding cars without getting himself run-over.

That feeling pulsed inside him, increasing with each whoosh of air as cars sped past him, almost overwhelming him as he planted his feet in front of an oncoming car, barely avoiding being slammed into as the car slid to a stop before him.

"LAFD! Everyone stay in your cars!" he shouted as the cars in front of him all slowed to a stop.

He breathed deeply, almost surprised at the success of his endeavor. That feeling still thrumming inside him, nagging at every corner of his mind.

He supposed now was as good a time as any to explore the cause of the feeling since the people seemed to be agreeable enough to stay in their cars and not try to slip past him.

The feeling began when he got on the bike, but he never recalled experiencing that before, and he used to drive his bike every day ... but then again he hadn't been on a bike since ...

the day he left his parents home.

He hadn't thought of that day since Maddie told him about Daniel, but even then he wasn't thinking much of crashing his bike. He supposed that's what triggered the feeling today.

But he'd experienced far worse things than crashing a bike, and the reminders of those times never gave him the same feelings as today.

So he thought harder on that day that started with being kicked out of school.

He arrived in class to the teacher immediately pulling him aside and asking to speak with him.

His body was immediately thrust into fight or flight as adrenaline shot through his veins ... he knew he was in trouble, that he'd messed up somehow, disappointed someone ... failed. Again.

His hands started to shake with nervous energy, instinctively grasping his hoodie strings to fidget with.

"Evan. I'm gonna get right to the point. You're over a month behind on tuition, it needs to be paid now, otherwise we can't continue to enroll you here."

He was really panicking now. He didn't have the money. He'd thought he could stall long enough to get the money, that they wouldn't notice, somehow. But he was wrong.

And now here he was, standing in front of his teacher, out of excuses, no way to bullshit his way through it this time.

"I ..." his voice cracked, it sounded weak and pathetic to his ears. He hated it.

"I-I-I-I, don't have ... the money"

The teacher sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile. It gave him no comfort.

"I'm sorry to see you go, you showed some real potential"

And with that she left him standing there in the halls, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings he didn't know what to do with. He felt his lungs constricting, or maybe the air was getting thinner ... he couldn't tell. He could feel the press of tears behind his eyes threatening to be unleashed with each shaky breath. He didn't know what to do, but he knew there wasn't any reason to stay standing in the halls on the verge of a breakdown. It was bad enough he got kicked out of school, he didn't need his ex classmates watching him cry about it.

So he trudged through the halls with his head down, avoiding the smiles of greeting from passing students and teachers, his pace quickening with each encounter.

By the time he reached the parking lot, tears were falling freely down his face. He could barely see his bike through the blur of salty tears filling his eyes, so he let his body run on autopilot, falling into the rhythm of actions he'd taken thousands of times before.

But as he drove away he didn't take the familiar route to his house, he couldn't go there yet ... couldn't face his parents. He'd already failed, already been reminded of his flaws, his incapabilities. He'd screwed up once again, and he could already hear his parents voices in his mind telling him how useless he was, how incompetent, how he failed at everything. He'd always denied those insults, even if only inside his own mind. But now he wondered if they'd been right the whole time.

Maybe he was really useless, he couldn't even finish community college, he wasn't good enough for any of his friends, he was never their first choice, just somebody they invited when they needed more people for an activity. Hell, even Maddie had left. She had Doug, and he'd barely seen her at all since her wedding.

His parents hated him, his sister left him, all his friends had too.

He was worthless, he believed it now.

He'd never be good enough, never be important to anyone, never make anything of his life.

What was the point of it all?

Why did he keep trying?

Why keep hoping?

Why not just except that his life was a waste of oxygen, a waste of space, and a waste of everyone else's time.

His bike picked up speed, the road barely visible before him through the tears in his eyes. Some hard rock song blasting through the speakers he wasn't even paying attention to.

He was sick of everything.

Sick of living a life that never seemed to be good enough, never seemed to matter

Never good enough

Never enough

He saw the back of the SUV pulling out into the road in front of him. He might have had enough time to swerve out of the way, but he hesitated for just a moment too long.

His bike slammed into side of the SUV, and next thing he knew he was on the ground, his bike crashed on its side next to him. His ears were ringing and his shoulder throbbed in time with his too fast heartbeat. He was vaguely aware of a voice nearby ... speaking to him?

He wasn't sure.

He felt as though his mind was in a fog, or as though his conscious was locked away in some cage deep inside his mind, unable to rise to the surface.

But somehow he'd made it to the hospital, then to Maddie, then back to his parents home ... and then, freedom.

At least that's how he always remembered it, but that nagging feeling deep inside made him wonder if there was something he'd forgotten, some detail he'd buried deep down ... or maybe was never aware of at all.

But that was work for another time, not standing in a busy highway blocking traffic with just his presence, while waiting for a jetliner to touchdown right behind him.

So he put it aside, focused on the task at hand, waiting for the plane to land, watching it glide across the empty stretch of highway. Helping the passengers out, helping Bobby, just like before, like he'd never left at all.

And when his shift was finally over he went straight home to really remember that day, the day his life had changed forever.

He had worked with Dr. Copeland a few times on things like this in past. Recalling certain memories from childhood and focusing on the feelings he'd never had a chance to process.

He'd spent so much of his childhood minimizing all his feelings, hiding them away so he wouldn't get punished for just existing ... especially after Maddie left. She'd been the only safe place he'd had to process his thoughts and feelings, and once she was gone he just buried them away. Never taking the time to work through his feelings or process his experiences. Just feeling, and pretending it never happened.

So there were a number of experiences he'd never dealt with, plenty of instances where a feeling or a moment had just festered inside of him, eating him away from the inside. And like today, sometimes those feelings would arise in strange and unpredicted ways.

Dr. Copeland had given him a few tools to manage these instances, ways to recall the cause of the reaction and process it.

So he chose the one that always seemed to work best ... sitting in the floor of his shower, the lights off, the warm shower water pouring over him, recalling the memories again and again, focusing on every sense his mind can grasp, until he finds clarity.

He recalls the conversation with his teacher, leaving the building, the drive, the crash. But still nothing more.

So he tries again, this time focusing on the scents. Smells always seemed to jog his memory better than all the other senses, so he starts with the community college halls, an odd smell he never could identify or pin point the cause of, though it wasn't bad. Then the parking lot, the subtle crispness to the early autumn air, the sweet scent of dying leaves, the burnt rubber from his tires skidding on the asphalt.

Still nothing.

So he tries sound. His teachers voice, soft and melodic like a birdsong, the quite conversations and distant voices that floated through the halls, his footsteps as he made his escape. The click of the door handle, the swish of it's hinges, the sounds of distant traffic and birds. His engine turning on ... the music. Some metal radio song he didn't know, he'd probably heard it before, but never really listened to it. He couldn't remember the lyrics or the melody (if a metal song could even be considered to have a melody), but he remembered the rhythm. The drums.

He focused on that, on the rhythm of drums, the feeling of it vibrating through his bike, in his hands, up his arms, inside his brain. And that feeling from before started to come back, and again he followed it. Trying to remember that moment.

He couldn't grasp the specific thoughts that had flooded his mind, but he could catch ideas.

The fear that he would never be good enough.

That no one could ever love him.

That his life was a waste.

That he was nothing but a failure.

That he was doomed to always try but never succeed.

That he would always be caught in an endless loop of reaching and hoping and believing that he could have anything he put his mind to, and falling so far and so fast he never had the chance to catch himself before it was too late.

That no amount of trying would ever make up for the lifetime of mistakes.

That he could never fix it.

That he couldn't be fixed.

That there was no point to any of it.

No point in hoping.

No point in trying.

No point in living.

And then he'd seen the red glow of taillights.

But he hadn't hesitated ... and least not how he'd always remembered. It wasn't that he took too long to realize what was happening, it was that he'd been driving much faster than was safe to start with. That he'd drifted to the middle of the road, then farther and farther to the left.

He hadn't thought it consciously, not exactly made the choice to hit the car ... he'd just ... not tried to prevent it. And maybe he'd put himself in a position where it was much more likely, much more dangerous. Maybe some piece of him, deep deep down let his bike drift into the wrong side of the road hoping something would happen. Maybe that part of him saw that glow of light that meant STOP, and decided to keep going.

He focused now on that light in his mind, the moment he saw it, the basic human instinct to survive kicking in and causing him to swerve at the last second. But still there was that feeling, that dread ... the thought that got overshadowed by instinct and never got to be acted upon ... the thought that he didn't want to survive.

The fog began to slip away, his mind regaining some bit of clarity.

He felt a hand on his uninjured shoulder, and the voice again, this time loud enough, or maybe just near enough, to cut through the ringing in his ears.

"Son? Can you hear me?"

He didn't trust his voice not to sound as weak and feeble as before, with his teacher, so he gave a small nod and a quiet "mmhm" instead.

"Try not to move okay? I'm going to call 911."

That broke him free of the fog, a panic shooting through his veins at the thought of being driven away in the back of some ambulance. They'd have to call his parents, they'd find him in the hospital, and he suspected this time wouldn't end with special attention and care. This time he'd have to explain what happened, and he wasn't ready to do that yet. No, he needed more time to figure out what he would tell them.

"No!"

He practically shouted, struggling to a seated position and wincing as a fresh jolt of pain lanced through his shoulder at the movement.

He met the strangers eye for the first time. She was around the same age as his mother, for a moment somewhere in his mind he almost thought it was her. But this woman was kinder, he could see it just in her eyes, behind the surprise of being shouted at by some kid that just hit her car, he could tell she was a kind person.

"I'm ok."

He said with as much strength as he could muster, though even he wasn't convinced at the attempt.

The woman seemed to study him for a moment, sizing him up almost. It made him feel exposed and vulnerable in ways he'd never felt before, like she was seeing right through to his soul.

He squirmed under her gaze, and only then noticed her hand still rested on his shoulder. Normally such a thing would bring him comfort, and ground him. But just like her gaze, it felt too vulnerable, too close. Like she was reaching inside him and holding his beating heart in her hand.

"I'm ok."

He said again, more sure this time as he struggled to his feet, bracing himself against this strangers SUV.

She removed her hand, but rose with him, still keeping him in that piercing stare.

"At least let me drive you to the hospital."

There was genuine concern in her voice, it almost made him break down all over again ... though he supposed the first breakdown had never really stopped. Now that he thought about it he could still feel tears slipping from his eyes, his lungs spasming with each attempt to breathe, his whole body shaking with adrenaline and emotion.

And as much as he wanted to let this kind stranger help him, something in him couldn't bear the idea. Whether it was the fear that if he let this stranger care for him enough he might loose the last stubborn resolve he had left and break altogether, or that this stranger wouldn't really care at all and would just hurt him more in some way, he couldn't tell. Maybe it was both.

But either way, he knew it felt safer to figure it out himself.

"That's really not necessary."

He tried, in his best imitation of certainty.

"Son, I don't know much about motorcycles, but this doesn't look fit to drive."

He followed her gaze to his smashed up bike, and he couldn't help but agree with her on that account.

"And you really should get to a hospital, make sure you don't have a concussion and that arm isn't broken."

The more she talked the weaker his resolve became. If he stayed much longer he might give in and let her drive him, but he couldn't do that.

"I'm fine, I'll just go home and have my parents drive me. It's just a couple houses down, I can walk."

He motioned with his uninjured arm vaguely in the direction he'd been driving.

It was a lie, of course. He was nowhere near his parents house. But he was good at that. Making up some small lie on the spot, speaking it in such a way that was entirely believable. He'd been doing it to his parents all his life. It didn't even take any thought now, the lies slipping out of his mouth before he even thought about it.

The stranger still held him in her gaze, that concern and doubt still oozing from it. But he didn't see any point in trying to convince her anymore, so he picked up his bike and walked away.

He could feel her eyes on him still, and some part of him wondered if he was supposed to say something, to do something. He wasn't sure what one was supposed to do when you smash into someone else's car while having a mental breakdown, but just walking away didn't seem quite right.

But he couldn't bring himself to care enough to figure it out. So he kept walking. The handles of his bike shaking under his trembling hands; he was certain if he didn't have his bike beside him he'd have collapsed onto the road by now, his shaking legs feeling too weak to support him.

But he kept going.

Kept walking.

Until he heard the strangers car start, the roll of her tires fading farther and farther down the road until it was silent again. He wanted to look back to make sure she was gone, but he was afraid if he stopped for even a second he'd never be able to start walking again.

He wasn't sure how long he walked for. He wasn't even sure where he was at this point. Time always seemed different on a quiet walk like this. And even though the looming dread of facing his parents still lingered in his mind, it seemed less imminent. Like as long as he kept walking his problems couldn't touch him. He wondered if he could just keep walking forever ... maybe even walk off the earth altogether.

But every now and then a car would pass beside him on the road, and something inside him would awaken. Some magnetic pull deep down he could almost physically feel. His conscious mind convinced him it was just fear, the lingering effects of such a recent event. A dread that any of these cars might smash into him too.

But deep down, deep in the dark of his subconscious ... it was the opposite. It was desire. A grim infatuation with the danger of such fast and strong machines. The knowledge that in a split second those machines could set him free. Take away all the pain and fear and hopelessness. That he could make a single choice, and everything would be fixed.

If his conscious had shared in those grim ideas of his subconscious he might have done it. He might have fixed his eyes on those headlights before him and stepped willingly into their path.

But he didn't.

He kept walking.

One foot in front of the other.

By now leaning most of his body weight onto the bike rolling beside him. And as much as he wanted to keep walking forever, to hope the world would never break this almost peaceful moment, he was getting tired. He was still shaking, his steps slowing each time.

He hadn't realized when, but the houses lining the road had grown farther and farther apart as he'd walked, and now there were only long stretches of grass and trees lining the road before him. Not another soul in sight, no cars had passed him in some time, now he thought of it.

A sudden panic started to flood his veins, but cut short, as if he'd spent all the panic he had; but just enough to shatter his moment of peace.

He had no idea where he was.

And as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't walk much longer.

Reality came crashing down all around him again, smothering him beneath its weight.

He was alone, somewhere he didn't know, no one in sight to help him, his parents waiting at home to demand an explanation, to tell him what a failure he was. And that feeling of being trapped came flooding back. He was a caged animal, powerless, no options, no choices, no freedom. Just the unknown empty stretch of earth before him, and his parents inevitably waiting to destroy him no matter which direction he chose.

His bike slipped from his grasp, crashing to the ground beside him. And he, too, slumped to the ground next to it, his head falling into his hands.

All he could do was sit there on the side of the road and cry. Deep down his conscious was embarrassed for doing it out in the open where anyone could find him, but he was too exhausted to care. Nothing mattered anyway.

So what if someone found him like this?

They wouldn't stay anyway. Wouldn't even spare him a glance. He was invisible, nobody cared, nobody had it in them to spare the time or energy. He was too broken, too far gone.

He was beyond saving.

Everyone knew it.

And now he did too.

He started to wonder if he'd ever stop crying, or if he'd finally broken all the way and he would just keep crying until his body had nothing more to give and he died.

Maybe his soul was pouring out his eyes with his tears, maybe his life would just spill out of him and soak into the ground beneath him.

Maybe beautiful flowers would grow from it and colour the side of the road forever. Maybe children would look out the car window as they drove past and ask their parents why the flowers grew in just one spot, and how they came to be such beautiful and vibrant colours.

And maybe some sad soul walking down the street would see the flowers and understand how they came to be. Maybe they would know it was the last piece of Evan Buckley, a sad soul in his own right, a broken, cheap imitation of human life. Only beautiful, only meaningful and important in death.

Maybe that's all he'd existed for at all.

To die.

Maybe he was like a firework, worthless and pathetic until his destruction ... made only for his destruction.

It was a strange concept, a thing created only for the beauty of its end. To be useless and a waste of materials and space as long as it exists, but to bring such joy and wonder as it shatters.

He wondered if that would make a difference, make it all mean something. That maybe he did have a purpose ... a reason for existing, even if he would never get to experience it for himself. He wasn't sure if it was a comforting thought, exactly. Some part of him disliked the idea that his only purpose and value was in what he could provide for other people. But then again he didn't understand how his life could ever have value at all.

And so again his parents voices returned to his mind, telling him all the ways he was failing. But he was too spent to spiral further, the voices just soft whispers in his mind without venom. It was almost grounding in a strange way, reminding him of the present reality.

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the world around him. Long shadows drawing macabre figures on the ground that matched the looming dread inside him.

His bike was still on the ground beside him, his shirt soaked with tears. He wasn't shaking anymore, but his shoulder still hurt, and his head did too. He couldn't remember if his head hurt before he sat down on the side of the road crying for unknown hours. He might have a concussion, even though he was wearing a helmet ... but then again too much crying always did give him a headache too.

And he might be a worthless, dumbass failure, but he was smart enough to know a trip to the hospital was in his future.

He had no idea where the road ahead would take him, but he knew if he went back the way he came he would find his way to familiar roads eventually, and from there easily enough to the nearest hospital.

So he steeled himself for the journey and rose to his feet, taking his bike in tow beside him once again. The walk was much the same as the first time, but as he approached the strangers house his heart began to beat faster, fluttering with the slightest of panic that she might be there, might notice him. And how would he explain still being in the same clothes, his damaged bike still rolling beside him, clearly having taken no trip to the hospital or gone home.

But his trip remained unhindered, so even if she was home, he suspected she hadn't noticed him walking past her house again.

Rather uneventfully, he eventually made it to the hospital, and by the time he made it to the doors he'd once again put on his best mask of normalcy. Just an average young man who happened to find himself in an automobile accident, not a sad broken soul who's life might have ended hours ago if he'd only thought about it the slightest bit harder.

And the rest was as he always remembered. Checking into the hospital, being treated and discharged, going to Maddie to fix it ... and she had. Though he'd never realized just how much she really had helped.

With hindsight now, and clarity for the subconscious thoughts of his mind, he wondered how much longer he'd have survived living in his parents house. If one more day, maybe even one more night might have been all he could take.

It was a terrifying thought.

And more terrifying still was the way he realized the feelings he'd felt on the freeway today were just an amplified version of something he was quite accustomed too. The feeling he got everytime he crossed the street, or did something risky at work. That pull, that magnetism; that feeling of something inside his chest being drawn to something, to danger ... to death.

He'd told Natalia he was old acquaintances with death, and he realized now just how accurate it was. Not only because he had died, but because most of his life was spent with death reaching it's hand out to him, and that thing inside him reaching back.

Even in his coma dream, when he'd died and yet lived again. Nearly every manifestation of his mind was trying to keep him there ... to let him die. Yes they'd appeared as his parents, as Daniel, even Chimeny and Christopher. But it was his own mind. It was that voice inside that seemed to have been born the day he first thought of ending his life, and existed only for that purpose. To remind him of that desire, to reach out to death.

And even if he'd never quite been aware of it until this moment, somehow he knew he'd never be free of it. That as long as he lived, so would that thing in the back of his mind whispering sweet songs of peace and quiet and freedom that can never be found in the world of the living.

It scared him, the thought that one day that voice might win. But it was a quiet fear, a shadow in the corner of a well lit room that's always there but rarely troubles you.

He knew he was okay now, he didn't need to heed the voice or the worry of its message. When it spoke again, he'd deny it again, as was their dance.

And if some day he listened?

Stopped fighting the voice and embraced it?

Well he'd just have to face that time when it came.

And not waste the moments the voice was silent in worrying it might speak up.

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tokidokitokyo · 2 years ago

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2023年8月31日

お久しぶりですね！Hello, I'm still here! My study log has been on a hiatus since the end of May, but I am here to regale you with tales of my Japanese studies. Why the hiatus? The usual suspects: Work, real life (including vacation!) and family had to take some precedence, but I am still here studying behind the scenes.

I feel refreshed from having had to put down my pencil and focus on other things for a while during the month of August, and so I feel rested and refreshed and I don't feel overwhelmed to come back to my studies. I don't feel like I have to catch up or like I haven't been doing enough during my time off. Rather, I feel very excited to get back into my regular study routine.

お久しぶりですね！まだここにいますよ！日本語の勉強日記が五月の終わりからお久しぶりですね！まだここにいますよ！日本語の勉強日記が五月の終わりから休暇中でしたが、只今戻りました！休暇の理由は？いつも通りでしょうね。仕事や生活や家族ーバカンスも入れてー色々で忙しくて休まなければなれませんでした。しかし勉強の休みはなかった。

8月に色々に集中しないといけなかったので、その間リフレッシュができて今は勉強を続くのは楽しみにしています。バカンスが楽しくても、勉強についてがっかりしているわけじゃなくて、むしろまた勉強ができてわくわくしています。バカンスも大事だし、自分の時間を過ごすのも大事だし、これからまた頑張れると気がします。

Study Methods I Used in June, July, & August

In June through August I mostly studied Vocabulary, Kanji, and Listening. The areas I focused on the least were Writing and Grammar. The study tools I used most were mobile tools so I could bring them with me on my phone anywhere I went.

My pro study tool this summer was the mobile app for renshuu.org because I was able to use vocabulary and kanji flashcards to get in some practice even during busy work days and holidays.

Podcasts were my second pro study tool, especially the Let's Talk in Japanese podcast. I could listen during my work commute, on the plane, while the baby takes a nap, and just before bed.

ママ友 or mom friends are a great way to practice listening & speaking. My son just enrolled in a Japanese preschool and I've already made a few new friends for playdates. Playdates are useful for improving his Japanese and mine!

My 2023 Goals Progress

I laid out some broad goals for my Japanese study in my 2023 Japanese Language Goals post, so here is an update with my progress towards these goals.

1. Read one page a day of 日本の歴史366 (にほんのれきし366) everyday in 2023.

How is it going? Terrible! I did not bring this book on my vacation, so I have not kept up. But I will get back into reading the daily pages as often as possible. I am not going to finish the entire book this year, but that's ok. I still learn something new every time I pick it up, and even retain some of the information! Goal: Read as many entries as possible by the end of the year.

2. Finish 日本語総まとめ N3 (にほんごそうまとめ N3) workbooks.

How is it going? Good! I plan on returning to these workbooks now that things have settled down after my holiday, but I will only be able to do extensive practice on the weekends. I still have two weeks left of exercises in the books, so I think I am on track to finish it by the end of the year.

3. Review and learn the first 6 levels of the 常用漢字 (じょうようかんじ), specifically the 教育漢字 (きょういくかんじ) up to grade 6.

How is it going? Okay! Although I didn't have much time in August to review kanji during my holiday, I was able to get through reviewing Grade 3 of the Kyoiku Kanji during June and July. Goal: Review through at least Grade 4 during the month of September.

4. Read at least one book every two months.

How is it going? Terrible! I still haven't had the time (nor the motivation) to pick back up the books I stopped in March, and I'm trying to be okay with that ^^; I would like to pick back up one book in September and try to finish it by the end of the year. Books are a big commitment, and I have to prioritize my studies, so unfortunately books tend to be the first thing I drop.

5. Improve my speaking and writing by finding a tutor.

How is it going? Terrible! I have not begun to even look for a tutor, despite telling myself I would for the entire month of June. I am not sure if I am going to try to find a tutor at this point or if I will just continue with self-study, writing sentences on HelloTalk, and getting some help from my husband. I would like to try to write more and get my sentences corrected by native speakers. I'd also like to interact with native speakers, but finding the time is really tough.

6. Study Japanese for at least 10 minutes every day.

How is it going? Good! Although the rest of my goals have suffered greatly this summer, my goal of continuing to practice a little bit everyday has allowed me to persevere and to feel like I've accomplished something.

Going Forward in September

I am a bit sad to see the summer go as it's my favourite season, but the changing of seasons is always exciting and motivates me to try new things and continue moving forward.

Focus on Grade 4 of 教育漢字

Write in Japanese on HelloTalk

Read one of the books I started this year by the end of 2023

Read 日本の歴史366 as continuously as possible

Review N3 Grammar

What does everyone else have planned for Japanese study in the fall?

皆さんの秋の勉強予定は何でしょうね？

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aster-daydream404 · 2 months ago

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Hi im gonna be like. Real rn. And low key i usually dont post anymore of these especially of personal stuff as much bc internet safety and the internet is forever and stuff like that. But like. Sobs college enrollment is stressing me out a lot as well as so many other things. Im mentally ill and i havent had the greatest May ngl. Audhd is like. Not great atm too. And im just. Im lost and scared and i dont know what to do. For myself and my future i guess. I dont feel like i have the guidance that i need and it feels so. Overwhelming and frustrating when it feels like everyone else around me has a better grasp on what theyre doing and on how theyre doing things. Like wtf how did they figure out all this enrollment shit?? Understand it and do it?? On their own?? Im already so behind and yet they were able to do this at like. What idfk 15-17???? How????? I have. No idea what im doing and im scared and lost and i feel so alone. Some things are starting to feel unreal and sometimes i dont feel like im real and im??? Fuck????????

Ngl sometimes all i really wanna do is create fanfiction or fanart or so much stuff but fuck. Executive dydfunction. And things take too long to make and i get anxious about posting. And not only that my family isnt really getting it,,, like why these things bring me so much joy. And they think that im just. Fucking around and wasting my time.

Same with my course. I want to be an artist. Ive wanted to be an artist since i was 10. But now i just. Feel so inadequate compared to everyone else in the case of my ability and my… efficiency?????? My family claiming to be supportive but then like theyre super worried and trying to talk me into also looking into other possible courses bc like money and stuff and i might you know. Suffer more??? Theyre concerned sure but this is not the kind of support and energy i need rn if anything its judt. Contributing to it more.

And like so much of these stuff and worris and just. My brain is not. Its not working with me rn. Is getting in the way of me doing the things i want to do and need to do and its stressing me out more and i. Fuck.

Also things arent looking up when a lot of the ppl i do know who did an art related course and are in the workforce rn kinda shifted away from it bc um actually animation specificalky can be tedious and the work kinda sucks rn. I mean the whole stuff with the animation guild right? And fuck ai actually. As well as like so many ppl regretting that they took an art course for college????? Im

I dont know what to do. This has been all ive been striving for and the goal and the dream ive been going towards for years but like i feel like. Am i even good enough??? For this????? And if not and if i need to shift for the sake of surviving then whatbthe fuck am i even gonna do???? Its probably just the meltdown or something or whatever this is rn but i cant help but feel like i suck and that i have no hope. Its.

And i have no where to go. Everyone else is busy or cant help or like. Augh ppl have their own lives and stuff on their plate too and like i dont want to weigh on them even more anymore. Some even are just in the same boat as me and dont fucking know either. And a lot— esp my family— just dont get it. Especially when im the only one whos officially diagnosed as neurodivergent and accepted it and am openly queer and shit and augh i. Life is. So hard. Omfg esp when my disabilities and needs get dismissed and invalidated at every turn. And i dont know where to go and what i need to do.

Im confused and overwhelmed and i just. I cant. Atp i try to escape via media but im just delaying the inevitable and making things worse.

I wish i could get help. I want to get help. But i cant. Its not accessible to me. Especially financially. But gods. I am just. Im. Its so much. Its too much.

I am not doing well…

#cw// vent #vent #you can just ifnore this hwhwhw #i just. i needed an outlet ig #idfk idfk what im doing anymore and if this is a good idea idk #whatever #i really wanna start caring a little less now #cause gods…#aster stfu #artist struggles

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digital0rixacademy · 4 months ago

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A Smart Guide to Selecting a Digital Marketing Institute in Jaipur: Key Insights

Digital marketing is one of the fastest-growing fields in today’s digital landscape. With businesses shifting online, the demand for skilled digital marketers is increasing rapidly. If you are looking to build a career in this field, enrolling in a reputed digital marketing institute can be a game-changer. However, with so many options available, choosing the right one can be overwhelming. This guide will help you navigate the process and select the best digital marketing institutes in Jaipur to kickstart your journey.

1. Understand Your Learning Goals

Before searching for digital marketing institutes in Jaipur, identify your objectives. Are you looking for a certification course, a diploma, or an advanced program? Do you want to specialize in SEO, PPC, social media marketing, or content marketing? Having clarity about your goals will help you filter out institutes that align with your needs.

It is also important to assess whether you are a complete beginner or have some prior knowledge of digital marketing. If you are new to the field, choosing a foundational course will be beneficial. On the other hand, if you have some experience, an advanced course focusing on specific areas like data analytics, automation, or conversion optimization might be a better fit.

2. Check the Course Curriculum

A well-structured curriculum is essential for gaining in-depth knowledge. The best digital marketing institutes in Jaipur should offer courses covering:

Search Engine Optimization (SEO)

Pay-Per-Click Advertising (PPC)

Social Media Marketing (SMM)

Content Marketing

Email Marketing

Web Analytics

Affiliate Marketing

Conversion Rate Optimization

Make sure the institute provides updated content that aligns with industry standards. Courses that include case studies and market research can help you understand real-world applications.

3. Faculty Expertise and Industry Experience

Learning from experienced professionals can make a significant difference in your education. Look for digital marketing institutes in Jaipur that have trainers with real-world experience in digital marketing. Instructors should have expertise in different aspects of digital marketing and be able to provide practical insights.

Guest lectures from industry experts can also be valuable. Some institutes invite professionals from leading brands to share their experiences, giving students a deeper understanding of industry trends and expectations.

4. Hands-on Training and Live Projects

Digital marketing is a practical field. Simply learning theories won’t be enough. Choose an institute that offers:

Live projects

Case studies

Internship opportunities

Real-time industry exposure

Practical experience will help you apply theoretical knowledge in real-world scenarios and make you job-ready. Working on real campaigns, running paid ads, and analyzing data will help you gain confidence in your skills.

5. Certifications and Recognitions

Certifications add credibility to your skills. The best digital marketing institutes in Jaipur provide certifications that are recognized by industry leaders. Look for courses that offer certifications from platforms like Google, HubSpot, and Facebook. These certifications can boost your resume and increase job opportunities.

Additionally, some institutes offer exclusive certifications that are highly regarded in the job market. Ensure that the certification you receive is valid and recognized by employers.

6. Placement Assistance and Career Support

If your goal is to secure a job, opt for digital marketing institutes in Jaipur that provide placement support. Institutes with strong industry connections can help you get internships and job placements in reputed companies. Check if they offer resume-building workshops, mock interviews, and career counseling.

Some institutes have dedicated placement cells that work closely with recruiters. Having access to job portals, networking events, and referral programs can be a significant advantage.

7. Student Reviews and Testimonials

One of the best ways to assess an institute’s credibility is by checking student reviews and testimonials. Look for feedback on:

Quality of training

Support from faculty

Job placements

Overall learning experience

Honest reviews from former students can give you a clear picture of what to expect. Additionally, consider reaching out to alumni through LinkedIn to get firsthand insights.

8. Flexibility of Learning Modes

Digital marketing courses are available in various formats, including offline, online, and hybrid models. Depending on your preference, choose an institute that offers flexible learning options. Many digital marketing institutes in Jaipur provide weekend batches for working professionals and self-paced online courses for remote learners.

Some students prefer classroom learning for better interaction with trainers, while others opt for online courses for convenience. Choosing a learning mode that fits your schedule and study habits is crucial for a smooth learning experience.

9. Fee Structure and Value for Money

While affordability is important, don’t compromise on quality. Compare the fee structures of different digital marketing institutes in Jaipur and evaluate what is included in the cost. Some institutes offer EMI options, scholarships, or discounts on early enrollments.

A higher fee does not always mean better quality. Instead of focusing solely on cost, evaluate what you are getting in return. Consider the depth of the curriculum, the reputation of trainers, and post-course support.

10. Alumni Network and Industry Connections

A strong alumni network is a sign of a good institute. Institutes with a well-established alumni base often have better industry connections and networking opportunities. This can help you find job opportunities and grow in your career.

A well-connected alumni network can also be beneficial for mentorship and guidance. Many successful professionals maintain relationships with their institutes and offer insights to new students.

11. Tools and Software Training

Digital marketing relies on various tools and software. A good institute should provide hands-on training with industry-standard tools such as:

Google Analytics

Google Ads

SEMrush

Ahrefs

HubSpot

Hootsuite

Having practical knowledge of these tools can give you an edge in the job market.

12. Support Beyond Course Completion

Some digital marketing institutes in Jaipur offer ongoing support even after you complete your course. This could include access to updated course materials, advanced workshops, or mentorship programs. Institutes that provide continuous learning opportunities can help you stay updated with industry trends.

Final Thoughts

Selecting the right digital marketing institute is a crucial step in your career journey. By focusing on factors such as course curriculum, faculty expertise, hands-on training, certifications, and placement support, you can make an informed decision. The right digital marketing institute will equip you with the skills and knowledge needed to succeed in the ever-evolving digital marketing industry.

When choosing from the many digital marketing institutes in Jaipur, prioritize institutes that offer a well-rounded learning experience. Keep in mind that practical exposure, industry-recognized certifications, and career guidance play a key role in making your digital marketing journey successful.

By investing time in selecting the right institute, you will be taking a significant step toward a promising career in digital marketing. Take your time, do thorough research, and choose an institute that aligns with your goals and aspirations.

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laurencna · 4 months ago

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Open Your Future: Discover Free CNA Training Opportunities in New York!

Unlock Your Future: Discover Free CNA Training Opportunities in New⁣ York

Are you looking too start a rewarding career in healthcare? Becoming a Certified Nursing ⁢assistant (CNA) ⁤can be a valuable stepping stone into the medical field. In New York, there are numerous free CNA training opportunities ⁢ that can‌ help you gain the⁢ skills needed to succeed. In this article, we ⁢will explore various programs, the benefits of becoming a CNA, and ‌practical‌ tips to help you navigate your journey.⁢ Let’s dive in!

What is a CNA?

A Certified Nursing Assistant provides essential care to patients in various healthcare settings, including ⁢hospitals, nursing homes, and assisted living facilities. CNAs help patients with daily activities such as:

Bathing and grooming

Feeding

Monitoring vital signs

Assisting⁢ with medical equipment

This‌ vital role‍ requires compassion,patience,and a love for helping others. More importantly, it offers numerous opportunities for advancement in ⁢the‌ healthcare ‌industry.

Benefits of Free CNA Training in new York

Investing your time in free CNA training comes with ⁤multiple advantages:

No Financial Burden: Many programs do not charge tuition fees, saving you from student debt.

High Employment‍ Demand: With an aging population, cnas are in high demand across New⁣ York.

Hands-On Experience: Training programs often include practical experience, preparing you for⁣ real-world scenarios.

Pathway to Advancement: Starting as a CNA can lead‌ to‌ further education and career growth ⁤in⁢ nursing and healthcare.

How to Find ⁢Free CNA Training Programs in New York

Finding the right program can be overwhelming,but here are some effective methods:

1. Community⁣ Colleges

Many community colleges in⁣ New York offer free CNA programs or financial aid options. Consider checking the following institutions:

City University of New York‌ (CUNY)

Westchester Community College

Monroe Community College

2. Local Healthcare Facilities

Some hospitals ⁤and nursing homes provide CNA training programs. Frequently enough, thes institutions offer to cover training costs in exchange for a work commitment.⁤ Examples include:

NYU langone Health

Montefiore Health System

Northwell Health

3. Online Resources

Several websites compile lists ‍of⁢ free or low-cost CNA training programs.Look for organizations such as:

American ⁤Red Cross

Healthcare Association of New ‍York State (HANYS)

4. Workforce Advancement Programs

New York State offers workforce ‌development programs that can connect you⁢ to free CNA training. Consider exploring:

New York State Department of Labor

Local One-Stop Career Centers

Case Study: Success Story of a‍ CNA

Meet Jessica, a accomplished CNA who transformed⁢ her life through free training. After losing ‌her⁤ job during the pandemic, she enrolled in a local healthcare facility’s training program. Within six⁣ months,she became certified and ⁢began working at a nursing home,earning‌ a steady ‍income while making a difference in the community.

Practical Tips for Aspiring cnas

To maximize your success in obtaining free CNA training, consider⁣ the following tips:

Research ‌Thoroughly: Look ⁢into multiple programs to⁤ find the best fit for your needs.

Prepare for ‌Enrollment: Be ready to provide necessary documentation and attend interviews if required.

Network: Connect ⁣with current CNAs and trainers to gather insights ⁤and recommendations.

Stay Committed: Complete ‍all⁣ training modules and maintain a ‌positive attitude throughout your coursework.

First-Hand Experience: Alumni Insights

We spoke with several alumni from free‌ CNA training programs who shared valuable insights:

Mary: “I never thought⁤ I could change careers so quickly. The training ‌was intensive but worth every moment!”

David: “The hands-on experience made me⁤ feel confident on my first day at work.”

A Breakdown of ⁢CNA Training Costs

Program Type

Typical Cost

Free Training Options

Community College Programs

$1,500 – $3,000

Available

Healthcare‌ Facility Programs

$0 – $800

Available

Online Programs

$200 – $600

Occasional scholarships

Workforce Development

Fully funded

Conclusion – Your Future Awaits!

Embarking ‌on a career as a Certified Nursing Assistant ‍in New York can be a fulfilling decision, especially ⁤when you can access‌ free ⁣training programs. By exploring community colleges,⁢ healthcare facilities, ‌and workforce development ‌resources, you can find the right opportunities to jumpstart your career. Remember, your hard work ⁤and dedication⁤ will unlock a promising future in the ⁢healthcare field.Don’t wait—start your journey today!

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onlineeducation1 · 9 months ago

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How to Balance Life and Learning with a Masters in English Online

In today’s fast-paced world, balancing personal life, career, and education is no easy feat. However, the rise of online education has opened new doors for those looking to advance their careers or deepen their academic knowledge while maintaining a flexible schedule. One popular option is pursuing a Master's in English online, which offers convenience and depth in one of the most versatile fields of study.

However, while the flexibility of an online program is appealing, it still comes with its own challenges. Juggling assignments, discussions, and personal responsibilities can be overwhelming if not handled properly. If you're considering or already enrolled in an online Master in English program, here are some practical strategies to help you successfully balance life and learning.

1. Create a Structured Routine

A structured routine is essential for maintaining focus and avoiding burnout. Online classes may offer flexibility, but that doesn’t mean you should work at odd hours every day. Set aside specific times for coursework, readings, and writing assignments. Treat these blocks as non-negotiable appointments, just as you would for work or personal commitments.

A structured routine can help you:

Stay consistent with your study habits

Set realistic goals for each study session

Reduce last-minute cramming or panic before deadlines

2. Prioritize Your Tasks

Not all assignments or life responsibilities carry the same weight, so it’s important to learn how to prioritize. Use a task management system—whether it’s a digital app or a simple to-do list—to rank your tasks based on urgency and importance. For example:

Time-sensitive tasks like upcoming assignments or exam prep should take priority.

Longer-term projects can be broken down into smaller tasks that can be completed over time.

Personal commitments should also be planned around study time, ensuring you don’t overlap important deadlines with family obligations.

By focusing on what’s most urgent, you can avoid feeling overwhelmed by the workload.

3. Maximize Your Flexibility

One of the biggest advantages of an online Masters in English is the flexibility it offers. You’re not bound by rigid classroom schedules or commuting, so take advantage of this freedom. You can tailor your studies around your life, whether that’s early morning before work, during a lunch break, or late at night when the house is quiet.

This flexibility allows you to:

Study at your peak productivity times

Adjust your study schedule to accommodate unexpected events

Balance work, family, and study responsibilities more fluidly

4. Establish Boundaries

When you’re balancing multiple responsibilities, it’s easy for the lines between personal life and school to blur. To avoid burnout, it’s important to establish clear boundaries. Let your family, friends, and even co-workers know when you are studying, and ask for their support in respecting that time.

Additionally, create a dedicated study space in your home to help you mentally switch into “learning mode.” This could be a desk in your bedroom or even a corner of the living room. A consistent environment can make a big difference in your ability to focus.

5. Stay Engaged in Your Studies

Studying online can sometimes feel isolating, but it’s important to remain engaged. Participate actively in discussion forums, ask questions during virtual lectures, and connect with peers for study groups or discussions. Engaging with the material and with others in the program will make your learning experience richer and more meaningful.

Being actively engaged also means:

Keeping up with course readings

Regularly checking course materials and announcements

Reaching out to instructors when you need help or clarification

6. Practice Self-Care

Balancing life and learning requires not just mental energy, but physical and emotional well-being. Prioritize self-care by ensuring you get enough sleep, eat well, and engage in activities that relax and refresh you. Taking care of your health ensures that you can stay sharp and focused when it’s time to study.

If you’re feeling stressed, take short breaks during study sessions to stretch, go for a walk, or meditate. Avoiding burnout is key to successfully completing your program.

7. Leverage Available Resources

Many online Masters in English programs offer a wealth of resources to support your success. Take advantage of academic advising, writing centers, digital libraries, and tutoring services. These resources can help you stay on track and address any challenges you encounter during your studies.

Some programs also offer networking opportunities, career services, and alumni connections that can help you transition from academic life to career advancement.

8. Keep Your Long-Term Goals in Mind

When the demands of balancing life and education feel overwhelming, remember your long-term goals. Whether it’s advancing your career, becoming an expert in English literature, or transitioning into teaching or writing, keeping your “why” at the forefront can help you push through challenging moments. Celebrating small wins—like completing a difficult paper or taking an exam—can also keep you motivated throughout the journey.

Conclusion

Earning a Masters in English online is a rewarding experience that allows for academic growth while offering the flexibility to manage your life’s responsibilities. With effective time management, clear boundaries, and engagement in your studies, you can successfully balance life and learning. Remember, the key to success is consistency, self-care, and a commitment to your goals.

As you navigate this exciting journey, keep in mind that the flexibility and depth of knowledge you gain through an online Masters in English can open up new opportunities in your personal and professional life. You have the tools to succeed—embrace them and thrive.

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