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lightlycareless · 8 months ago

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How do you think Naoya would be as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech? This idea came to me when I was about to fall asleep and I have not been able to stop thinking about it, especially with your portrayal of Naoya.

It’d probably be more auish. Tbh I could see Y/N being a teacher their first(maybe like a year or two) before Naoya(probably against the wishes of his family) decides to teach their too in hopes of getting closer to Y/N 🤭

I feel like Naoya would be like kinda a good teacher but also bad at it is as well. Especially since he’s not there because he has some ‘passion for educating the youth’. I feel like he’d be good in the sense that his students are gonna have the skills they need fight these curses and stuff just…he’s not nice in his teaching. Part of it is probably because he also initially wouldn’t feel a desire to bond or connect with his students.

That is until Y/N steps in. Maybe she thinks that he’s not used to teaching and just needs some pointers on how to get his point across without being harsh to his students. Maybe Y/N decides to give him like after hours teaching lessons. I can see Naoya being slightly peeved having something about him being criticized but if he’s head over heels still, I could see him swallowing his pride and accepting just so he can have one on one time with Y/N(A win is a win am I right lol).

I can then see Y/N suggest they do joint training or something so she can be there to help if he finds himself struggling or whatever(idk) and like maybe his students are noticing that Naoya isn’t that bad and maybe they even notice the painfully obvious pining he has for Y/N. And seeing that kinda humanizes him for them. I can see his students growing less intimidated, maybe even being able to try to start cracking jokes with him and just genuinely act like goofy, relaxed kids around him. Maybe they’re like ‘We gotta help Naoya-Sensei get with Y/N-Sensei’.

Idk this just gave me such cute and fluffy vibes for Naoya gradually caring for his students and the cute moments him and Y/N would have as teachers

Hello!!

Thank you so much for sending me this ask!! I love me some highschool au... but I never thought of it from a teacher's perspective!!! I might write more of it in the future, probably after I tire myself out from the student POV.

Until then, I hope you like this little drabble I wrote :> Naoya is, in all universes, a jerk. But a dork at the same time.

warnings: fluff. naoya is a tiny bit of a jerk, nothing too crazy tho. as expected of him.

Happy reading!!!

Naoya lost track of you after graduating. Whether because he got too busy with his missions, or because deep inside him, he thought that his chances with you were effectively gone the moment he left school.

Still, he hoped that one day your paths would cross once again, providing him another chance to do what he couldn’t do back then and make you his.

Fortunately, that moment would come the moment he learned of your whereabouts by unwittingly eavesdropping on an insignificant conversation between his assistant and another equally mundanesorcerer he was assigned to work with on that occasion.

“Did you hear? Jujutsu High has a new teacher.”

“New teacher? That’s weird. Didn’t know they were hiring—who is it?”

“You’d never guess—Y/N!”

“Y/N? Hinata’s sister? Wasn’t she like… working out of the country, or something?”

“I think so. She must’ve gotten bored of it, there’s not much work outside of Japan, you know. Though I’m surprised she’d settle for a teaching job; isn’t that…”

“Tedious? Yeah. She must be really passionate about it.”

As Naoya recalled, having heard directly from you how you’d always desired to be a teacher, for the responsibility of molding the future of the community appeared to be highly fulfilling to you, and such, a duty you wished to help develop if ever given the opportunity.

It wasn’t his dream, he genuinely couldn’t care less about anyone else but you, that’s for sure…

But if this is what he needed to do to get close to you, then he knows what he must.

Safe to say, the school was pleasantly surprised to receive Naoya’s demand application for whatever teaching position was open, ready to work as soon as possible.

Because of his prestige, the rutinary interview was promptly skipped, they’d still give him the basic training to give him a basic idea of what was required of him, but outside of that, a few days after he showed interest in the job, he got it.

And so, he begins, working as the type of teacher many only expected of him: unapproachable, hard to understand, impatient, and most of all, genuinely indifferent to his students.

Some gave him the benefit of the doubt, hoped that Naoya’s unpredictability would work on their favor…

But they were proven wrong when all these issues began to arise, problems that were dealt with by the students either skipping class, opting to fail it and going to summer school, hopefully with an entirely different teacher.

Transferring schools, if not dropping out altogether…

Or venting their frustrations out. Those that weren’t too keen on sacrificing their grades (that much) would resort to the only other sensei they felt most comfortable with to do so—you.

“Naoya-sensei is horrible, he spends all day sulking about us not being good, frequently calling out all the mistakes we make, but then, he doesn’t help us!”

“Why was he even hired?! Weren’t there any other better candidates?!”

“I wouldn’t say that…” you murmur, an attempt to stop them from saying anything else that might get them into trouble if heard by the wrong person… as well as from spreading lies, for a job like this one, especially amongst the sorcery community, isn’t one many would consider highly sought after. Genuinely there might’ve not been another candidate. Less a better one.

Not everyone liked the idea of a selfless career, one that often went unrecognized, after all. So, for the arrogant, overconfident heir of the Zen’in known to not care about anything beyond his interests…

Well, a surprise could only be an understatement.

Though as unexpected as it was, you wouldn’t deny that seeing this new side of him was kind of nice. Like it humanized him—or whatever little you knew of him anyways, since he often kept to himself, even when working alongside as teacher, he just… didn’t approach you.

But, well, it’s not like he did otherwise back then either. He wasn’t much of a social person. Yet, he always managed to amuse you; maybe through the fact that he seemed particularly… calmer with you.

Either way, you were probably the only other person that thought he was deserving of having friends, people that were always willing to help when struggling, just as he was doing right now with his students.

So, after brief consideration, and ignoring the warnings from fellow teachers and friends alike, you take the first step.

“Hey, Naoya!” You greet, walking over to his table, the same one where he’d always eat lunch—alone. Thankfully, if you were lucky enough, that would change today. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

“Why?” Naoya asks back immediately after, the nature of his question making you blink, slightly upsetting you.

While his response came out as an indirect rejection, which you would’ve taken as such if you didn’t have other motives… his words were actually meant as a kind of a personal demand, desperate to know why you decided to approach him right then and there, of all places, when there were much better options?!

Certainly, having his first official conversation with you in the teacher’s lounge wasn’t on the top of his list; even worse for a date…

But if this is where it’ll happen, he’ll take it.

“I mean—sure, take a seat. It’s not like anybody else is going to.” Responds, as nonchalantly as he could to appear calm and collected, cool. The type of guy he thinks you’d like, only to have the contrary effect.

«Well, nobody said this was going to be easy.» you think to yourself.

“How is school treating you?” You begin after taking a seat next to him, though you don’t really begin to eat; appetite effectively replaced with anxiety. What if Naoya chews you out just for asking? Again?? “You’ve been here a few weeks now, is everything up to your liking?”

“No. It’s horrible. I hate it.” He assesses, with an unforeseen speed that surprised him as well. But that only helps to show how comfortable he is with you, even when the last time he saw you had been years by that point. To be near you always puts him on a good mood.

Naoya always felt like you were the only one that truly understood him, after all. And that’s something that not even time could replace.

“Oh. That’s… awful.” You murmur, surprised by his honesty. You suspected he was having it bad... but not like this! “Why, if I may ask?”

“The students are stupid.”

“Don’t—Don’t say that Naoya!” you gasp, he chuckles at your reaction. «How cute.» he thinks.

“Ah, so there’s not a single student that has made you lose your cool, Y/N-sensei?” he takes this opportunity to tease you, you frown.

“Even if there was, it’s unprofessional for me to say so.” You respond. “A teacher must not show any kind of preference, or disregard for their students.”

Naoya remains quiet, getting the feeling that his teasing actually ended up irritating you even further, instead of smoothing things out. But ignorant on how to bridge that gap, he simply goes back to his food, hoping for a miracle: for the earth to swallow him whole, or for you to prove you weren’t that upset. Whatever happened first.

It’ll be neither.

“I can help you, if you’d like.” You quietly offer. “With getting along with your students, and all that…”

“…What do you mean?” Naoya asks, returning his gaze to you.

“Don’t tell anyone this, but… the other day my students told me they were struggling a bit to understand your lessons.” You confess. “They said they were afraid of asking you things because you tend to lash out, and so…”

“Ah, did they?” Naoya scowls. “It’s not my fault they can’t seem to understand basic things!”

“They’re trying their best. They’re just kids, after all, lacking the experience we have.” You explain. “Especially yours, which I already know is quite impressive!”

His heart skips a beat, and that little compliment was enough to put him in a good mood all over again! If only he could spend the rest of his life hearing you refer to him so adorably…

“It’s just a matter of knowing how to transform your skills into lessons. Not everybody has the talent to be a good teacher, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You go on, with such passion Naoya couldn’t dismiss—you really liked this job, didn’t you? “Let me help you so you don’t go through the same struggles as me.”

A part of him wanted to feel offended by your words, angry that you’d call him incompetent in the job he clearly never showed interest in, simply taking it with the hopes of getting close to you (which he failed in for various… excuses)—a sentiment that only grew bigger when also acknowledging that his students had spoken badly of him behind his back.

What, were they too afraid of confronting him? They weren’t babies, pathetic…

But another part of him wanted him to forget all this in favor of taking this for what it was, what he wanted: an opportunity to get closer to you.

It’s easy to guess which one he took. Or more like, which one he accepted with utmost importance. Naoya is still Naoya, and his anger wasn’t to disappear so easily… but he was willing to compromise.

Thus, your mission to make Naoya into a better teacher begins! With tutoring classes taking part either after school, or the weekend, depending on the necessity of your intervention—values judged by the feedback from your students.

And Naoya was willing to play along too, (much to your relief) although he did so by thinking this was the closest thing he could get as a date with you, hoping to get the real deal further down the road…

But of course, he’d underestimated your dedication to helping him, soon realizing that the only things happening during those moments were either going over and over again your notes, trying to figure out what teaching method would better suit Naoya, as well as preparing his classes for the week and the activities to accompany them—and nothing more.

He was disappointed, yet, but not enough to give up. Such determination led him to agree that the best way to keep this arrangement going on as long as possible (until he was able to properly ask you out, or for you to fall in love) was by continuing to fail as a teacher, dump any help/information you’ve given him to start from 0 once again.

Which, surprisingly, worked. But at the expense of your frustrations for his seeming lack of advancement.

You’d never disclose your emotions to him, wanting to avoid making him feel this was some kind of burden (especially when you were the one to suggest it) but… he was not making it any easy.

It was well known that he was a difficult person; everyone always made sure to remind you of that. And yet, you still gave him the benefit of the doubt, you really did!

But like all things, it wouldn’t take long before you end up circling back to the notion that perhaps you misunderstood his real purpose with the job. Or even worse, maybe he did like the job, he just preferred tormenting you far better.

If so… then there was nothing else to do. If Naoya didn’t want to improve, then you wouldn’t waste your time anymore.

“Hey, Y/N, where are you going?” He asks upon noticing you cleaning up after your things, instead of setting them for his class, just like you’ve done almost every day up to that point. “We’re not doing it today?”

“Oh, um�� No. I just—I just remembered I had something else already planned for today, sorry.” And for the next day, and the day after…

A whole week in fact, just enough time for Naoya to realize that you indeed had given up on him.

And who wouldn’t? He was being an absolute prick towards all the efforts you made to help him! Regardless of whose idea it was, the fact that he just discarded them like they didn’t mean anything, without the decency to tell you he wasn’t interested in them anymore, all for a selfish, personal reason…!

That wasn’t to be the worst part, however; what hurt the most was that Naoya still claimed to care for you, even when he went on to do all these dismissivethings, in his mind, he truly, still believed he was doing the right thing! That somehow this would lead to you developing feelings for him and getting together!

Yet, your departure would serve as a much-needed critical wake-up call; the perfect detonator for him to finally open his eyes and realize that he was doing was not only stupid, but highly disrespectful to you, the woman he proclaimed to have feelings for.

He hated seeing you upset with him, the light of your eyes dimmed out for something he knew you were highly passionate about.

But what he hated the most was admitting he was the cause of it.

Thus, having his work cut out for him, he begins to do what he should’ve done: apply your knowledge to improving his classes, and taking everyone by surprise when it actually begins to work!

Naoya simply becomes that less impatient teacher, yet willing to call out mistakes with the purpose of helping students, not just demeaning them. And not only that, but his classes are also met with astonishing grades, proof that they’re actually learning!

An advancement that naturally leads the students to grow eager to see what other cool thing Naoya-sensei will teach them this time around, or if lucky enough, help them create a technique no one else has ever thought of before! His creative talents for such things is not one they could pass!!

But most importantly, beyond the improvement of his teaching abilities, he also got your acknowledgment. The unexpected surprise that Naoya not only managed to commit to what you taught him, but that he was actually listening all along…

Though feeling recognized by your efforts, you were mostly elated to see his relationship advance with his students at the end of the day, as seen in the somewhat fond way they’d speak of him whenever in conversation with you.

“Naoya-sensei is much nicer this time around.” One would say.

“He actually offered to help me if I was struggling with my training, can you believe it?!”

“I wonder what happened to make him change? Do you think it was Y/N-sensei? They were seen together quite a lot…”

“Oh my god, maybe he likes her.”

“Don’t be silly, I don’t think Naoya-sen—oh my god he does.”

At their silence and wide eyes when the classroom door opens, you quickly turn around to see the culprit behind their reaction, both curious and worried; was it an angry parent? Wouldn’t be the first time something like that happens…

No. It was much worse, actually. Or perhaps better? Either way, you’d end up reacting the same way when realizing it was Naoya standing by the frame; and not only that, but he was accompanied with a bouquet of colorful flowers that with just a simple glance you managed to understand were for you.

And, well, him walking straight to you might’ve been a dead giveaway as well.

“Nao—Naoya, what are you—”

“I wanted to thank you.” He says, handing the flowers to you. “For… all the help you’ve given me.”

“What—what are you even talking about??” you laugh nervously, flustered by his gesture, embarrassed by the endless pairs of eyes on you.

“For helping me with my students.” Naoya goes on. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

“O—oh, it was nothing!” you gasp. “Really, you don’t need to do—”

“Come on, Y/N-sensei!!” one would cry.

“Naoya-sensei went through the trouble of getting them for you!! The least you could do is accept them!”

“Isn’t he your type, anyways?? Accept the flowers, sensei!”

“Oh, that’s so dreamy… I wish I had a boyfriend that got me flowers!”

“No way, how come sensei gets a girlfriend before me???”

“Wait a minute.” You breathe, your student’s words making something in your mind click. “Were you—were you guys behind this?!”

The group lets out a chuckle, giving you enough of an answer.

“What?! Since when?!”

Easily, after noticing how his gaze lingered on you a bit longer than usual whenever you were around.

Of course, ever since you essentially stopped talking to him, he’s been nothing but a miserable puppy trying to gain your attention once again. Naoya hoped that by becoming a better teacher would do the trick, and you did approach him from time to time, but alas, it wasn’t as much as he wanted it to be.

He was ready to give up too, planning on quitting as soon as the school year was over… until his students stepped in to help.

“Naoya-sensei, you need to be more assertive in your approach!”

“Excuse me?” He frowns. “I’m the teacher here, you know?”

“We’re not talking about that!”

“What are you talking about, then?”

“You like Y/N-sensei, don’t you?” one declares, making Naoya’s cheeks burn up.

“That’s not for you to discuss!”

“Your reaction was real convincing, sensei.”

“…What are you even planning to get out of this?”

“Nothing! We just think it’s sweet that someone is interested in Y/N-sensei, she deserves that much after being so nice to us!” They grin. “And while we wouldn’t normally consider you to be the best candidate for her, something tells us she likes you too!”

“Huh? What? Why? Did she tell you??”

“No, but you just confirmed our suspicions!” They laugh, Naoya rolls his eyes. “As we were saying, we normally would’ve chosen someone else to matchmake our sensei with, like Nanami-san, though he’s rarely around. Or Gojo-sensei, but he’s too weird for her…”

“I don’t—I don’t want to hear about other men.” Naoya warns.

“Oh, so you’re the jealous type? Makes sense though, you’re always very… explosive.”

“Say that again and you’re going to spend the weekend here” He scowls.

“Alright, alright, sensei!! We were just joking. Anyways, it’s clear that you reformed, and with that, we’ve officially declared you adequate to date Y/N-sensei!!”

“The issue here is making her like you…”

“You’re making me sound unlikable.” Naoya frowns.

“I mean, wasn’t she upset for days after she was last seen with you?”

Naoya’s heart sinks to his stomach upon hearing that. He has no way to deny he wasn’t responsible for that—in fact, he was well aware it was him.

“You gotta make her like you. See you as a potential partner and not a fellow coworker.”

“…And how can I do that?” Naoya never thought he’d be receiving love advice from one of his students, in fact, a part of him tells him he probably shouldn’t… but after running out of ideas, he guesses why the hell not? Besides, they’re willing, he might as well.

“By being attentive and thoughtful. Take into consideration what Y/N-sensei is always boasting about!! We can already name a few off the top of our head! Surely you can do so too, Naoya-sensei; you two have been much closer than us, after all…”

«Like the flowers on the main garden» Which you never failed to bring to his attention whenever walking to class, admiring how colorful and pretty they were, silently hoping that one day you’d be gifted ones, if ever lucky enough.

“But how do I even approach her? Nothing ever seems to be the right time, she’s always busy.” «Either with work, or avoiding me…»

“Now that just sounds like an excuse” they shake their head crossing their arms. “Just do it when she’s in class! She’s not going to be able to leave there! Besides, that would be 100% romantic, I’m sure of it!! But don’t try to get out of this one by having someone else do it for you, though. It has to be you. That’s the only way for this to work.”

“Huh?? Why not??” Naoya was sure considering it, he hated the thought of being public about something so intimate. Besides, isn’t a secret admirer the type of thing women like…?

“Do you want her to think it was Kusakabe-sensei, perhaps? He was flirting with her the other day…”

That was more than enough for Naoya to swallow the embarrassment of doing such gesture before the students, fast forward to the moment where he walked into your classroom, standing a mere few feet away from you and your flustered face, evidence of your acceptance for his gift—welcoming his efforts.

“Th—thank you, Naoya.” You murmur, finally taking the bouquet in your hands and leaning down to take in their sweet scent—freshly cut, making you smile. “These flowers… they’re beautiful!”

Naoya’s chest tightens at the sight of your happy face, proud that he was responsible of said reaction, and such, making him smile as well.

“Does that mean you two are dating now?!” One of your students claims.

“No!” you gasp, looking up to Naoya. “I mean…”

“Not without a date, we aren’t.” Naoya adds. “Dinner? Please let me make it up to you for the horrible way I treated you.”

“…Yes.”

Naturally, your students never let go of the opportunity to pester the two after that. Whether to know where you went to as a date, if Naoya-sensei got you more gifts (insisting that you’d demand for greater things! He was the heir of the Zen’in, surely, he could afford more!! — you declined their suggestions)

But most importantly, if the two were finally together, because after seeing what the two did: from secretly meeting after class, face red whenever he got too close to you to whisper something seemingly innocent, to accompany you to your room… It was nothing but obvious—they just needed confirmation.

Or for you to stop acting like he wasn’t you boyfriend already!

“Shut up, everyone! Can’t you see sensei’s boyfriend is coming?”

“He’s not— he’s not my boyfriend.” You fretted one too many times, a response everyone could see through, a blatant lie considering the heat on your cheeks, or the excitement in your face, eager to see him again after being apart for soooo long (just a few hours. He’s literally next door to you.)

“Aaaaah, as if!! You’re all red!”

“Stop it, already! Or you’ll all have extra homework!”

And that seemed to be enough to quiet them for the following days, at least until you and Naoya had the misfortune of being caught kissing each other at the teacher’s lounge by an innocent student that simply wished to discuss some matters regarding their last exam.

While they promised to keep what they saw a secret, it really wouldn’t take long before everyone heard of your new status with Naoya, and as expected of the students, they’d begin to tease and cheer for their favorite couple whenever walking by.

No amount of naivety, feigning ignorance could help you out of this situation anymore, though Naoya no longer planned on doing so.

“Well, they already know the truth.” He smiles, intertwining his hand with yours. “Might as well commit to it.”

“Oh, Naoya—Do you think they’ll ever stop? I don’t mind them doing that, I just worry they might get in trouble with the school…”

Naoya laughs, kissing your cheek; no matter the situation, his gestures always make you feel adored, safe.

“I don’t think so—but if they do, I’ll show them to not mess with my students.” He assures you. “Come on now, love. We’re running late to class.”

Never in a million years would you have expected for the follow to happen:

First, Naoya to have feelings for you. Though you always liked him, he often appeared… distant, giving you the impression he solely wanted to pursue his career as a sorcerer. Or perhaps he already had someone else to be his partner, considering his role amongst the Zen’in, so he didn’t need to look beyond that—a thought that greatly hurt you, enough to let those feelings slowly die out eventually.

Secondly, for his feelings to motivate him into joining Jujutsu High as a teacher just to get close to you—yes, he eventually told you. Were you surprised? Very. But mostly impressed by his determination, flustered to understand he liked you that much he was willing to do one of the things he didn’t like!

Which leads to the third point. After hearing his initial purpose on becoming a teacher, you genuinely expected him to leave the job after the first year, but turns out, he’s actually quite fond of being one now!

And while there were still moments where his impatience got the best of him, it was still visible that he truly learned to enjoy spending time with his students, mostly teasing them, but outside of that, he’s found satisfaction in being recognized as someone reliable with their knowledge, talented, worthy of admiration! And helping them become that same person too.

Things were slowly beginning to fall in place for you and Naoya, a moment of absolute bliss that promised to last a lifetime.

Guess all both had to worry about now was the reaction the students would inevitably have when learning you’re planning to get married—if the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend were enough to evoke such havoc… you could only imagine what would happen with husband and wife.

Or when learning you were to have a baby.

But all in due time.

Imagine if they take Naomi to class that would be WILD. I like to think Naoya eventually works as something else (with better pay I mean) so Y/N can keep doing what she likes but more comfortably.

Also the students matchmaking YN lmao and NAOYA BEING THE RIGHT CANDIDATE it's like DAMN were the other really that bad??? I'm sure one of them even thought of setting her up with the director 💀 she would be like "ew no, he was my teacher!!!" she's just so nice to them, they want to see her happy!!

Naoya's puppy eyes whenever observing Y/N from a distance were the true MVP, if it weren't for his unavoidable sadness, I don't think anything would've happened. They really saw him mope around and were like "damn, he must really like Y/N if he's like that..."

Anyways, this was really cute to write. I actually wanted to put Naoya as a teacher first and then Y/N joined, but it kind of flipped your request around, so this is what I went with :>

I hope you liked it!! And thank you so much for sending in this adorable request ❤️ Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

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folkloreintime · 2 months ago

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The House of Vamplor. - Taylor Swift x Reader Smut [PART 2]

Vampire!Taylor Swift x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, blood, vampire feeding, biting, fingering, oral, fem!reader

summary: Vamplor asks you to trust her.

word count: 1.3k

A/N: not me and taylor both feeding you damn thats crazy fr anyways. is this becoming a series…? 👀 hope you enjoy - pris

[part 1]

It had been a few months since you had abandoned your old life of office work, tiny apartments and lackluster experiences to take solace in a gothic, vintage house with furniture older than you could comprehend, walls taller than you could touch, adorned with paintings valued higher than your entire salary and a womanly creature with scathingly sharp teeth and a wicked red smirk that could make you fear for your life or give it up in an instance.

The arrangement was odd for sure, not many people would give up their entire lives for a woman who could probably find another with a snap of her fingers across every country, at any time but it felt so deeply right for you. Every moment was entangled with the most passionate resolve, it was sensual and amorous but also kind and gentle, the level of trust you had in each other had grown immensely over the last few months.

You were cleaning the bedroom, as the old house tended to get very dusty, when you heard a key in the door. You absentmindedly picked up a broken clock, the hands had stopped working, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You jumped, “Sorry, Sweetness. Didn’t mean to startle you there.” Taylor whispered in your ear.

You clasped a hand over hers and craned your neck towards her. “It’s okay. I was just getting some cleaning done.” She nuzzled into your neck and began to move her hand up and down your stomach. “You know you don’t have to do that.” She said earnestly, her lips laid a soft kiss upon your neck. “I just want to be helpful,” you turned around to face her fully, placing your arms around her neck, “It’s just– you do so much for me and I feel like I’m mooching.” You looked down with a little shame. It’s not like you had an unequal partnership but Taylor was just so giving and genuine with you, it was hard not to feel a little out of place.

She traced a finger along your jaw, slightly lifting your head to meet her eyes, “You could never.” She leant in and took your lips in a kiss. You sighed blissfully as you let her have control, content to just sit back in ecstasy. Her movements became more unfiltered, her hands came up to the sides of your head and it was like she was trying to pull you impossibly closer. Her roughness took over as she ran her fangs over your bottom lip. You gasped and let her in, her tongue moved around yours in a symphony, pulling and sucking with delight.

Taylor began to guide you backwards, gently pushing you down onto the bed. It felt so nice when she was on top of you, taking control, the satisfaction of not having to think was thrilling, simply being in the moment and having her secure body pressed deeply into yours was pleasureful in itself. She moved down and etched kisses into your skin, peppering your neck with small bites. She dragged her hand down your waist and held your hand tightly, “There’s something I’d like to try.” She whispered, looking into your eyes intensely.

“I’ll let you do anything to me.” You breathed out and waited for her to respond. She half-kissed you again, essentially pressing your lips together. “I want to feed on you.” Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t decipher if it was from fear or curiousity. It wasn’t like you were blind to Taylor’s lifestyle, you just decided some things between you were better left unsaid. You never had to wonder about where she would sneak off to in the middle of the night or how she would have bloodshot eyes and a sickly demeanor after spending days inside with you. You never asked and she never offered an answer. The dynamic worked because you trusted each other so how could you not trust her now?

You bit your lip, and drew yourself so close to her your skin was almost touching, “I trust you with my life.” Immediately, she tore off your shirt, ripping the threads, leaving you bare, her machinations continued as she sucked and clawed at your skin. Your breathing intensified as she brought her hand down to your clothed cunt. She rubbed you achingly slow through your panties, nibbling at the skin on your neck. You moaned and threw your head back, “That’s right, Sweetness. Bare it all out for me.” She wrapped a hand around your neck and squeezed, choking you out with substansial pressure.

“I’m ready.” You winced, your breathing was tense now. Yes, you trusted her implicitly but you had never seen her feed, it was new territory for you both. She lightly traced the skin of your neck with her tongue as she pulled you to sit upright. You closed your eyes and she began to bite down. All you could feel was her large fangs impaling your skin. The searing pain made tears flow out of your eyes as you clenched your teeth together. Finally, she sank her teeth into the veins in your neck and started to suck.

The feeling of the blood being leached from you was strange, it was painful and made you feel a little queasy, but it was also electric. You had never felt so close to someone in your life, she was moaning and the vibrations against your skin sent shocks of pleasure straight down to your pussy. It was pure carnal desire the way Taylor gnawed and drooled on your skin as if her sharp incisors could stab you any deeper. Somehow, in her frenzied haze, she snaked her hand down towards your thighs and roughly pushed them apart.

She slid your panties over to one side, her gracefulness had gone out the window and all that remained was erotic compensation. She slid a finger inside of you and thrusted in and out. You moaned and she moved her head, changing the angle of her teeth making another bite in your neck. You gasped as she rapidly plunged another finger into you. Your moans synchronised in perfect harmony, the pleasure you both derived from each other fuelling you on.

You felt the climax of your peak approaching, your moans turning into high pitched whines and Taylor’s now sounded like guttural groans pulled deep from inside. You felt weak as the droplets of blood left your body and your orgasm took over. The world faded for a second and all that remained was white hot pleasure and mixed with the delicious pain. You squeezed your eyes and gently shoved Taylor off of you. She complied immediately and pulled away, taking her fingers out of you.

She looked just as wrecked and blissed out as you, her blonde hair was frazzled, her lipstick smeared across her face and your neck and there was spit and blood mingled across her face. She placed a hand on the back of your head and kissed you. You felt warm all over and when you brought a hand to your neck, trickles of blood covered your fingers. Taylor grabbed your stained hand and sucked fervently on them, trying to secure every last drop.

You slid down onto the floor wanting to repay the favour. You gulped trying to keep upright, she had taken a lot but not enough to kill you. You pulled her panties down and licked a stripe down her pussy. She groaned, and pushed you closer. You inhaled her intoxicating scent, licking and sucking deeper and faster. It didn’t take her long to reach her crux as she was already fired up. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together, trapping you between her legs.

You roughly lapped at her clit and she threw her head back and her body contracted in pleasure. You were starting to gain strength little by little but you still felt weak. You rested your head on her thigh, now smeared with your own blood and her wetness and closed your eyes. When she came down, she ran her fingers through your hair and muttered, “Thank you. You did so well.”. You smiled and could hear her softly chuckling too.

“All mine.”

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#taylor swift #taylor swift x reader #taylor swift smut #taylor swift imagine #taylor swift x fem!reader #gaylor #gaylor swift #taylor swift x fem!oc #vamplor #fxf smut #fxf #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft

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eonars · 6 months ago

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THE WHINERRRRR I've been at this summer training program half a day and I already hate itttttttt

When I first got in a couple of them (fellow phd students in the doctoral network we're a part of) were asking me about my background and stuff because they'd all just been talking about their background in embryonic research and reproductive biotechnology and what fucking ever and I was like yeah um I did environmental consulting for proposed development projects and was also a math and science tutor for kids and got a fuckin LOOOOOOK from them bro :/ and like genuine surprise of oh so all this stuff is new to you? You're gonna learn it all here? Like YES? THIS IS A SUMMER TRAINING PROGRAM NOT A SUMMER ALREADY KNOWS IT PROGRAM. And then they were like you only brought that backpack with you? And I was like yeah my supervisor booked my flights and only got a carryon but it's whatever and they were like wowwww my university got me a checked bag I could neverrrr fit everything into a backpack like that. Poor you. Then one guy was like what's that fish you have tattooed? And i was like oh it's m.zebra I did my bachelor's thesis on them and he was like ugh. I could NEVERRRR have something *work* related tattooed on me (he has no tattoos but told me all about how he's perfectly planned two sleeves of japanese motifs on one and nordic runes on another) and then when we got in I was like you know I might just hand wash a shirt or two bc by the time I get enough stuff for a load of laundry I'll be out of clothes and this girl was like omggggg I just feel SOOO BAD for you with that tiny backpack I don't know how you did it. And then tattoo expert was like honestly if I went to America when I was 20 and they told me I couldn't drink a beer I'd GO CRAZY how come you guys can join the army and vote and do all this stuff before getting a beer?? And I was like you're aware I have no power over this right? And then later on in the night he was like yeah I see those videos of Americans making mac and cheese with like bricks of cheese and stuff it's fucked up and I was like no yeah I'd come home from work and fry a whole block of velveeta every day. And then he was like that are those runes on your hand and I was like they're not runes. Also every time we smell weed he's like haha look at her the Californian she's so excited. Anyway I kinda hate it here I wanna go home four of us are sharing one bathroom and the shower doesn't drain at all and the whole thing floods and I feel like everyone is being so patronizing to me cause I'm some dumb inexperienced American and they keep making snides about how I got into a really good project and how norway has the best pay out of all the European countries associated with this program and why am I being so cheap and taking public transport from the airport when I'm getting the norway pay?? Anyway I almost cried in bed last night. Onwards and upwards I'm here til next Wednesday.

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lolita-ily · 27 days ago

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Abit of Lore…

so im gonna give my silly girl abit of Lore

BASICALLY:

Before lotf: as a child, she took the plane to escape a bad childhood back in her country around 10, but her plane CRASHED.

but she wasn’t the only survivor.

at first, another adult survived. And another kid, but this one was injured and couldn’t walk anymore. The injured little girl didn’t made it through a month. The man, that was a retired military, taught many surviving methods to our lil girl, like fishing, hunting and climbing, making fire… But after a few months, they slowly lost touch with civilization. The man began going crazy, once tried to hurt our gal but she defended herself killed him. After that, she learnt to live on her own, being around 11 and by herself, it was very tough but she made it. But lost her “civilised” way and became more of a natural.

the boys crash on the island: The conch shook the Island, was there people now? She did saw something falling from the sky… What if it was bad?? She didn’t wanted to join them, but upon walking and walking, she found a littlun, named Johnny, sobbing because he was lost. She have him a fruit and offered her help, seeing him as a little animal that needed help. And so, he got a free piggyback ride to the shore, where she mets the boiz. (Guess their first reaction? Oh you guessed right! Roger: “Let’s make a fire and eat her”/jk). So first things first:

-Staring in confusion as they speak english but somehow understand a tiny bit (misinterprets everything)

-Knocking Merridew to the ground to prove being worthy of being part of the group

-Being accepted(somehow)

-friends!!

so basically, after that she’s assigned to look after the littluns “because you’re a girl, so you huuhhhhh, have maternal instinct-“(approved and proven). She’s ready to defends them till she dies.

She enjoys fruit picking, sharpening her spear, flowers, exploring, swimming and learning things to the littluns and learn herself about civilization.

she stays alot with Simon, instinctively liking him but always protecting him. She listens to Piggy’s advices. She is loyal and devoted to Ralph. She doesn’t know how to feel about Jack(he feeds her bullshit about civilization and Ralph just for fun or to make her join his tribe). She stays far from Roger, trying to decipher him from a fair distance. She absolutely love spending time with Samneric. The littluns are similar to small animals.

She’s very instinctful and not to bend to social norms(since she forgot them lmao), it can be a good trait and bad trait. She got a physical way to show feelings(like full out aggressive if angry or biting to show affection or poking shoulder to show a connection).

she’s a kind gal who is very sweet but naive about “grown-ups”, she has wonderful instinct and follow her heart.

(lil bonus bc she loves y’all)

Thank you for taking abit of your time to discover my crazy universe!! Have a nice dayyyyy <333333

(her lore is not official/done yet)

#lotf #lord of the flies #lotf fanart #lotf oc #lotf fandom #Iloveyall #thankyouuuy #byebye<3

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keelt9 · 11 months ago

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Cap. 1

Part 1

Masterlist

The soft breeze keeps making the leaves fall. You can hardly recognize their color if it is yellow, orange or a strange mixture of red, but she seems so immersed in the small show all of them give from the moment they detach from the tree until they crash to the ground.

“Is this your first time here?” The taxi driver takes her down to earth.

“Yes.” She sees the driver smiling and turning around in a small street, which she recognizes immediately.

“Well, it’s almost winter, I bet you will have a lot of fun these days.” The car stops in front of a colorful house and she just smiles before opening the door.

If she counted the seconds between when she grabbed her bags and the moment she felt her lungs lost all the oxygen thanks to the impact of the hug, it would be less than 17.

“___, YOU’RE HERE! YOU’RE HEREEEEEE!” Carolina Mendieta, her best friend since childhood. Their friendship started in the third grade after both of them got punished for making a scene in the middle of the dance class.

“Oh my god, honey, you will break her bones.” Her mother appears in the frame door with a big smile on her face. The fact Caro is 4 cm taller than her and has practiced karate since she was 5 years old turns everything into a high possibility.

“Mrs. Mendienta.” After Caro let her go, her mother immediately hugged her one more time. “___, darling, it’s amazing having you here, sorry for the over excitement.” She points with her eyes to Caro who seems like she just received the best present in years.

The Mendieta's moved to Uruguay 8 years ago, after her father was notified about his promotion; __ used to joke about being a doctor brings benefits outside of the country. What seemed like the distance could break their prove just made it stronger, constant phone calls, video calls late at night and packages coming and going from country to country; reducing the kilometers and joining her hearts.

That’s why the house doesn’t feel strange or an unfamiliar place, iIt's like she has already been there multiple times, they go inside and a tiny black pug came running and barked all the way until he was in front of them.

“Hi, Moka.” She squatted to be a little bit closer, she extended her hand and waited for him to make the first move to pat his head.

“I thought your father and Mar would be here.” __ said sitting and rubbing Moka's stomach.

“Ahg, you know them, dad is a workaholic and Mar is in a shooting.” Mar, is the oldest sister of Carolina, she works as Audio Engineer, so she has been involved in multiple shootings from all types of genres.

“Here, __, you must be thirsty.” Mrs. Mendieta came from the kitchen with a tray of glasses of water and some snacks. “How are your siblings?” She asked her while they sat on the couch followed by Moka who already smelled the sweet essence of the fruit.

“They’re fine, thanks, annoying as always.” Her answer made them giggle. “Oh, how is the pregnancy going?” __ oldest brother, Esteban and his wife are expecting their first baby, driving all her family crazy with excitement. “Good, if everything goes according to the plan, the baby will be born in April.”

“Your mother must be crazy.” She adds but Caro clears her throat. The mom topic isn’t one of __ favorite ones lately.

“Yeah, she is, but it’s hard to know if it is for the baby or for the wedding number 3.” She drinks a sip of the water. __’s mother, Lucia is preparing her third wedding, after the divorce of her stepfather Enrique Arteaga, one year was enough for her to get a boyfriend and 5 months later in an awkward dinner announced their engagement.

It’s not like she didn’t want her mother to start a new chapter in her life, or her fiance. What makes her angry is the way she does things. After her father’s death, when she had 2 years old and her twins siblings 8, the following years were a torment; until 3 years after their mother met Enrique, they were in a relationship for 2 years before they decided to get married; Enrique is the father they lost in a early age; every soccer game, competition, festival, morning breakfast, pick from school and a sidekick, the three siblings found in him.

But suddenly the fights began and before everything became a mess, they decided to end the marriage, 8 years of marriage were resumed in a house sold, and the split of her family. __ chose to live with Enrique and her siblings moved in with her mother, well, just Valentina; Estaban got engaged a year later and 9 months later, they were celebrating a wedding.

“And, where are they spending Christmas?” Mrs. Mendienta changes the subject as quickly as she can. In a cowardly way to face her problems, __ notified her family she will spend the holidays with Caro’s family. Her siblings tried to convince her to at least spend those days with them but deep down her parents know letting her go was the wisest decision.

“Enrique with Raquel’s family and Valentina, she doesn’t know.” The conversation was interrupted by Mar's voice.

“I’m home.” As soon as Mar sees __, just like Caro, she screams and runs to hug her. “Shit, I totally forgot.” She spreads apart and grabs __ face in her hands. “God, how old are you 20?” __ laughs and Caro puts her eyes in white.

“We are the same age fool.” Mar pushes her sister before __ can answer. “24, and you look so much better than her, how is that possible?” She laughs and hugs one more time.

In the dinner they talked about the news Caro forgot to mention and __ too, Caro’s father was excited too for having her in the holidays, and they all already have a schedule for her, one month of adventures, they resumed it like that.

“Your father must be proud of your work in the vineyard.” Mr. Mendieta mentioned serving the dessert.

__ is in the last semesters of Agricultural Engineering, and she already had been working to specialize in oenology, the fact Enrique has a small vineyard was one of the main inspirations.

“Or terrified.” She jokes causing everyone a small laugh. “I just hope to do a great job, and learn everything I can.”

“That’s for sure honey, also your graduation gives us the perfect excuse to go home even if it is for a couple of days.” It wasn’t a secret that everyone missed Mexico, and being away for 8 years made them miss it more.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #fic #the society of snow #enzo vogrincic fanfic #latam

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bookscandlesnbts · 1 year ago

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Not the same anon that before but I just wanted to react to the discourse. Scratch that ask if you don’t want to talk about it any further.

"Kpop idols pretty much only announce marriages (of course straight ones duh since Korea is super homophobic) and that doesn’t even go over well."

Here lies the whole problem imo. We don’t have to know about idols relationships, who they date etc, but the extreme secrecy around it is part of what drives the backlash once they announce their marriage or whatever. They shouldn’t have to go public about it, but just live their lives without having to live under complete secrecy. It’s probably a matter of cultural differences, ever since I’ve been into kpop it’s one aspect of idols life that I never understood. I live in Western Europe and here no one cares about celebrities dating, it’s totally normal. Sure, some hardcore fans might cry about it but honestly it’s pretty much a non issue. As long as idols continue to accept that life of secrecy, then unfortunately they’ll have to deal with those crazy bs reactions. That’s why personally I think Tae and Jennie have been really brave, they acted like a normal couple having a date night in Paris like any normal couple would have and they didn’t two fucks about it. It still sucks that people took pictures - it’s beyond me how people have the guts to take pics of ppl without their consent and drop it on the internet…- but I think that was an encouraging first time to show that they’re just regular human beings with regular love lives.

Hi anon. Don’t worry, I can definitely tell that you aren’t the same anon. I also think TaeJennie were brave. Idk why people skipped past the Paris thing or act like it didn’t mean anything because it was a huge step and definitely a choice. When Jennie’s phone got hacked and her private photos were leaked, they could have easily swept it under the rug and ignored it, but months later to hold hands and then she admits in a magazine interview that they are together? That’s huge.

I too am from the western world (the US not Europe) and I have a theory about why the idol culture is the way that it is there. And one of the factors I’ve always thought of is the size of the country. The US is huge. I don’t live anywhere near LA (a common place for celebs to live) and our transportation here is terrible so it’s not easy for me to get there. I know I would probably never see a celebrity. I feel so much more removed from them if that makes sense. But Korea is tiny in comparison. It only takes 4 hours by train to get between the two biggest cities on opposite ends of the country. I can’t even drive 4 hours and make it to a different state. I can see how the delulu there would be a lot stronger if you were in closer proximity to the idols. Even in rural parts of the country, distance wise you aren’t separated by much and one could theoretically move to Seoul easier than I could move to LA. It’s much easier to sell the y/n fantasy when you have a higher chance of being near an idol or a celeb in Korea. Just look at how many foreigners go visit Korea thinking they will run into idols (and some of them do). That’s crazy to me to want to do that but that’s not the point. I don’t know what it would take to shift their culture, but I suspect geography is a bigger part of the equation than people realize.

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skarletterambles · 7 months ago

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Just got back from Twisters!

I know the first thing everyone does it compare it to the first film, but I honestly feel they're a little like apples and oranges. Both are juicy, sweet fruit that's good for you. One's red and had an odd shape, while one is orange and round. That is, they share a lot of qualities, and the differences between them aren't inherently bad or good.

Do I like the original better? Definitely. But that doesn't mean I didn't really enjoy the second one, too.

Spoilers below.

Pros:

Glen Powell is super easy on the eyes.

The words "suck zone" were uttered.

Chickens are the new cows.

The mention of the Fujiwara Effect warmed my weather geek heart.

Excellent CGI.

Romance was less a focus in this than it was in the original, which surprised me, considering the marketing. There's a difference between rekindling a dying relationship and sparking a new one, of course, but the second movie focused more on bonds forged through emotional support than romantic vibes.

I watch enough YouTube storm chasers to get a kick out of the way the movie lovingly roasted them and that culture.

El Reno: a name that will live in tornadic infamy, even if the storm it's most known for didn't hit the town itself (thank goodness). I'm glad they used that location instead of destroying Wakita again or some other random town.

They didn't take the cliché way out and make Javi a bad guy. It would have been so easy to turn him into a money-hungry bastard who saw the other guy was winning over the girl and went off the deep end. The fact that he swerved back into wholesomeness was definitely the better way to take the story.

The tornadoes didn't growl like lions.

The characters were likable enough that I cared if they lived or died. (Which may seem like a low bar, but in an action/disaster movie, it's far from a given.)

Kate's grief and trauma were portrayed realistically, not as a joke or something she should just toughen up and get over.

The wind turbines being wrecked by a twister must have seemed a bit over the top when the scenes were being shot, but after the ones that got knocked over, twisted, and even set aflame by the Greenfield, Iowa, tornado earlier this year, the ones in the movie actually fared better! Life imitates art, I guess!

Cons:

I'm not a fan of country music so the songs didn't appeal to me much. The background soundtrack was kind of forgettable, too. Nothing like the epic "We're on the hunt for a tornado" theme from the first movie (the d-duh-duh DUDDA DUH DUH" one).

Some parts were really predictable, especially the very beginning and the end.

Ben grew on me, but I think Melissa was a better example of "character from outside the storm chasing world who's terrified and confused and just wants to survive the craziness."

We learned all about Kate's past but very little about Tyler's. I would have liked more insight into what made him tick and how he got into his line of work. I know we got a little at the rodeo, but considering how much of the movie was spent going over Katie's history it felt a little unbalanced.

Kate and Tyler's banter was fine, but didn't approach the chemistry that Jo and Bill had.

Having said that, I also felt the movie was a tiny bit longer than it needed to be.

A movie theater is a terrible place to ride out a tornado. Any large room like that is. Without the support of walls, collapses are a huge risk. (Not to mention the way the Xenia F5 dropped a school bus on the stage in the high school auditorium.) You want as many walls between you and the tornado as you can get. I understand there wouldn't be room in the bathrooms and back hallways for everyone, but having Plan A be to hide between/under theater seats made me shake my head.

At least as far as I could see (and I did sit through the credits) Reed Timmer didn't get any kind of shoutout. As a significant inspiration for one of the main characters, I felt he deserved that.

Mixed:

The stormchasing sidekick characters were more diverse, ethnically, but I didn't feel they had the variety of characterization that the originals did. They all had the "grungy truck stop" aesthetic but not that much individual personality. That might be just an effect of a first viewing when it's hard to concentrate on details, though. I liked the guy usually riding shotgun with Tyler, and the drone pilot, but they're no Dusty. (Then again, who is?)

Decent humor. Not as prominent or quotable as in the first, but still worth some chuckles.

There weren't as many in-jokes and callbacks to the first movie or storm chasing culture in general as I had hoped. The ones that were there (like Kate using dandelions to do what Bill did with a handful of dirt) were nice, though.

Was the firenado realistic? No. Was it cool looking? Yeah. Was the cool factor worth stretching credulity that much? Meh. I guess.

They did point out that sheltering under an overpass is a horrible idea, which was good as that's a widespread myth that has gotten people killed, but at the same time...the characters still did it. And then proceeded to prove why it's a terrible idea by getting sucked out by the wind tunnel effect. I get that they were panicking, but if you know an underpass is a bad place to be, why not do what experts actually recommend and get down in a ditch? In a storm as strong as the one they faced, they were still screwed, I guess, but I still would have liked to see the characters act like they knew what they were "supposed" to do.

It was definitely less cheesy than the first film. As a Wisconsin girl, I like cheese, though.

I always find nitpicks to ramble about, but overall, I enjoyed it a lot. I had tried not to get my hopes up, and this movie exceeded my expectations. I don't know that I'll rewatch it every few years like I do Twister, but I wouldn't mind seeing it again at some point.

#twisters #movie review

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electricprincess96 · 7 months ago

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Ep 4 of S2 of HOTD was better than Ep3 but not significantly.

I thought Daemon was merely being plagued by guilt and we were gonna get to see how he deals with grief and remorse through the magic at Harrenhal giving him dragon dreams. Instead he's seeing things while being wide awake which is making his scenes confusing to follow and will make the men around him think he's crazy and vulnerable.

I don't know what the Greens were thinking when they Crowned Aegon, and then get annoyed when he wants to actually take part in running the country and the war efforts. Like yes he's being petulant and short sighted BUT if they'd tried more to make him feel more involved maybe he wouldn't have flown off searching for glory.

Jace had EVERY right to be annoyed at Rhaenyra disappearing and not telling anyone where she was, then when she does he has every right to be mad that she went to King's Landing and basically has fuck all to show for it.

Also I thought King's Landing was under a navel blockade how the fuck was she smuggled on through the food deliveries when there shouldn't be any by sea. But ignoring that they know Dragonstone is right across the water from King's Landing so every fucking ship coming into port in King's Landing should be getting thoroughly checked. The whole Rhaenyra and Alicent scene from Ep3 was dumb as shit and the aftermath equally as stupid.

I don't like the Alicent's whole story this season seems to be that she's gonna have gut issues due to the Moon Tea she's drinking and that she's going to be second guessing her own side when sorry girl but you've made your bed, now lie in it because there's fuck all you can do to change it at this point.

The Battle of Rooks Rest was fine until they made it that Rhaenys won except she didn't. Like the point in the book was she lost cause it was 2 against 1. Except at no point in the show did she fight both at the same time for longer than a second. Vhagar is slow, heavy and EASY TO SEE. They keep saying that Rooks Rest is a TINY Castle, Vhagar is a HUGE Dragon. It makes ZERO sense that 1. Vhagar was able to crawl over that Castle in the state she was in without flattening the Castle and 2. That Rhaenys couldn't see her before she gets jumped.

This Season has been such a drastic downgrade from Season 1 that its baffling. And this isn't A Game of Thrones situation, that went off the deep end when they ran out of source material but HOTD has all its source material and it is hitting all the major plot points but its just not doing it as well.

#hotd blogging #hotd spoilers

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justarandomsloth · 2 years ago

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fake Fic titles:

-My Lover Lives in a Strange Home

-Lies and Flower Petals

-My Brother’s Last Day on Earth

-Can’t Fit In, Can’t Stand Out

Thanks Anon so much for the prompts!!! (These aren’t really as good as I wanted them to be because for some reason I just struggled with these. I hope you enjoy them though!)

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My Lover Lives in a Strange Home

—Phil is perfectly at peace with the love of his life, Kristin. They keep absolutely NO secrets from each other….except for one.

Kristin’s house is very normal but there’s just one room that she made Phil swear to never go into. He happily agreed, assuming that that’s were she kept all of her secret art projects or something like that. She even promised to show him one day when the time was right! But Phil was still curious.

—The blond was waiting for Kristin to come back from the store when he noticed some light coming from the hallway. The door to the secret room was barely cracked open and light could be seen spilling from inside.

Surely….it couldn’t hurt to just have a little look.

Stepping into the room, Phil was shocked to discover a miniature forest with trees just barely taller then him. After exploring for a while, he was even more surprised to see what appeared to be, tiny people?

What had Kristin been hiding?!?!

(Kristin is a sizeshifter and used magic to make the room where she shelters tinies, Wilbur, Tehcno, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, maybe others. I can just imagine once they get comfortable with Phil that he and Kristen just have to be the parental figures to the crazy tinies!!)

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My Brother’s Last Day On Earth

—Giants and humans live together peacefully. Tommy, Wilbur, and Techno are all brothers though by looking at them one wouldn’t guess. With two being well over 45ft tall and the last being a little of 6ft, people are often surprised.

They all are extremely close and they do the best with what they have. While their living conditions aren’t….. the greatest they still manage just fine and besides, they have each other! They just have to ignore the leaky roof, the lack of a heater, the limited selection of food they have……yea things aren’t that great.

—One day the countries space program announces that they’ve found a new planet and are looking for certain citizens to go populate and explore it. Those certain citizens being, giants. The new planet they found was absolutely HUGE and was almost made to giant standards.

Even though the space program was paying an exorbitant amount of money most giants were skeptical and didn’t want to risk it.

Wilbur hears of this and he immediately signs up under one condition, a better life be provided for Tommy. Higher education, housing, food, you name it, the program had no problem paying.

Techno is NOT pleased but he isn’t about to let his brother die on an alien planet.

on the day of their departure they both say goodbye to Tommy but little did they know the teen wasn’t staying.

Tommy snuck onto the ship and didn’t make himself known until it was too late to go back….oops.

(Two other teens may have snuck on board the ship as well and Phil is the captain of the expedition)

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Can’t Fit In, Can’t Stand Out

—Tommy is a human who lives in an apartment with tiny mouse hybrids Wilbur, Phil, and Techno. At least, that’s what they think.

You see, Tommy is actually an avian hybrid. In this au not much is known about avian hybrids. Tommy however has small, red wings, slitted pupils, and clawed fingertips. He’s also tall, like 8ft tall. He just assumes it’s part of being an avian.

Little does he know that avian hybrids are actually giants and how tall they grow is determined by how healthy their wings are. Since Tommy never had anyone to help teach him proper wing care or avian stuff he’s actually incredibly stunted (for an avian). It also doesn’t help that he constantly has his wings bound to help hide them.

Another perk that Tommy has is that he is able to shift into a more human form. He can hide all of his hybrid features except his wings. Luckily a collection of oversized hoodies can help with that. His human form is shorter at around only 6ft tall.

One day Tommy came home from work only to find three tiny mouse hybrids arguing on his kitchen counter. After a shaky first encounter the trio eventually start to care about the giant teen. It gets to the point where they’re all comfortable enough around him to make themselves constantly known. Now they’ll even latch on to Tommy when he walks by to get rides!

Tommy didn’t mean to keep the fact that he was an avian a secret, it just never came up. Also SUE HIM for not wanting to lose the only friends he had. Tommy also figured that revealing himself to be a large, predatory hybrid would only scare them away. Besides, it’s not that hard to hide his hybrid features.

—One day Tommy arrives home from work feeling absolutely exhausted. He barely even talks to the tinies before going to his room for the night. The teens wings are sore and it’s been, what? two weeks since he’s last shifted (which is extremely unhealthy). Barely even thinking about it Tommy shifts into his avian form, practically melting with relief. He lays there for a couple minutes before hearing a tiny squeak.

Bolting upright, Tommy looks over to see that the trio of mouse hybrids are right there, and they’re staring directly at him.

He didn’t even have time to explain himself before they had ran and disappeared into the walls.

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Thanks again for the amazing prompts!! I have realized that I made every one of the fake fics about Sbi…. oops.

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g!tommy #g!wilbur #g!techno #g!philza #t!philza #t!wilbur #t!techno #t!tommy #I think I’ve spent all my weekly creativity on prompts already cause these kicked my ass-#I just hope that I did these prompts justice!#I also hope they all aren’t too similar lol #g/t fake fic titles #Sloth Q’s

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iltaimpi · 1 year ago

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{Here they are: some of my other JJBA OCs.}

{They all live in Canada.}

{To give a breakdown:

First is Minerva Novoselic (any pronouns), generally just known as 'Nirv'. They're fairly close with Payton. He's American, born to Croatian parents, but ran away due to complicated circumstances related to being a Stand User and ended up in Canada somehow. She's apagender and apapronomial, meaning they have no strong feelings about gender or how they are referred to. They would identify their orientation as uranic, denoting attraction to masculinity and androgyny, but not femininity. Their Stand, 「In Utero」, is a heart-shaped biscuit tin that contains... something. The thing is that if Nirv opens it, it simply functions as any other biscuit tin would. It's when someone else opens the tin that things get a little... crazy.

Second is Payton Ramora (any pronouns), a rough street kid who came to mainland America from Puerto Rico with family, and then ended up alone in Canada, living off the streets until meeting Nirv and Loituma. They frequently try to 'rob' people, often in a very flippant manner, and also frequently pickpocket and steal with help from their Stand. They're never seen without a knife in their hand, and despite the fact that their hat is placed precariously and their hair (which is draped around their shoulder and covers most of their face) does not appear to be fastened to anything, neither ever seem to fall out of place. Their Stand is complicit in most of this. Fascinatingly, 「Misery Business」 controls grip strength. It can use this to make things unable to be loosened. Payton’s knife cannot be forcibly removed from their hand because their grip cannot be loosened. Their hair is, most likely, clipped in place in the back with a tiny clip. No matter how shitty the hold/clip, it cannot be loosened any further, meaning their hair will never come undone. Even though the whole hairstyle is not clipped the whole way through, it’s still part of the same clip, so no part will slip out of place much. Not only can it (like 「Kraft Work」, in a way) make a grip unable to loosen, but it can also make a grip unable to hold, making it versatile for use on others. Payton is apapronomial and apagender, like Nirv. Their orientation can be described as triniy, denoting attraction to primarily femininity, androgyny and neutrality, and loss often, masculinity.

Third is Loituma Autere (she/her), a Finnish (by birth) and Canadian (naturalised) dual citizen. She lives in Canada with her aunt, who is fairly influential, and her uncle. She's a girl, presumably cis, and sapphic. Her Stand is 「Dissertation Polkka」, and it's a bit complex to explain. In short, it connects any two open gateways. A gateway is defined as any cleanly defined opening, entryway or frame. This includes doorways, window frames, box openings, fridge doorways and cabinet doorways. Every "frame" is considered a pair of gateways, an "entry" gateway through which you go in, and an "exit" gateway, through which you exit the frame. By connecting separate entry and exit gateways, going through one gateway will result in coming out of the other. This can be used to travel far distances, even across countries, as any open gateway can count.

Fourth is Char Goodman (she/her). She's Canadian-born, half-Cambodian, and is known to be very detached from other people. She's got an odd fascination with death and decay, and in that vein, her Stand, 「Good Charlotte」, controls rot based on movement and proximity, by turning the pages of a book the Stand manifests as. I've described it in the above chart as, essentially, a poor man's 「Green Day」. She is greyaroace (sometimes also called greyrose), denoting that while she feels that aroace describes part of her experience, it does not do so fully, and greygender, denoting a weak attachment to gender in general.

Fifth is Tokyo (she/it), who is... a bit strange. It's not really her fault. She was the sole survivor of some horrific accident and touted as a medical miracle for having survived. And as one may expect, some unprofessional personnel and a medical miracle may lead to a bit of malpractice. So why does she look so fucked up? Because she just escaped the hospital, basically. The accident she survived set her back mentally, so she's a bit fucked up there too. Tokyo is not actually her name, it's just where she's from. She cannot speak English very well but still speaks Japanese just fine. I describe her gender as Vanistic, a gender related to one's whole body or full face being bandaged and what lies beneath those bandages is meant to be kept underneath. To clarify further, the bandages as they are now were not applied by medical staff but applied by her herself after she'd escaped. Her Stand, 「Unravel」, strips away layers of a person's identity to allow Tokyo to learn about them, and unravels the victim's physical form and perception partially in the process.

Sixth is Américo Rechazo (he/him), a Puerto Rican who frankly is not quite sure what he's doing in Canada. Hell, most of his background is shrouded in mystery, even to him, and it might be related to his Stand, 「Dirty Little Secret」, which causes secrets that are subject to broken confidence to be quickly forgotten by everyone - including the person who originally told the secret! He's male, but quoisexual, which perhaps implies that he's also forgotten his own orientation...

Seventh is Lundi Fog (she/xem), possibly of Kenyan and English descent but has never indicated that she's ever lived anywhere but Canada. Xe identifies with gendergoth (a gender best described as "goth") and nightmaregender (a xenogender related to nightmares, bad dreams, illusions, or other 'horrors' that happen in one's sleep), and identifies xyr orientation as xenxic, denoting xenic attraction to women and those who are woman-aligned (XLW). Her Stand, 「Red Tide」, well... I'm not quite sure what it does yet. But my current idea is that it can manifest whatever dream someone's had last, or whatever dream they're currently having, or otherwise manifest objects from whatever dream they've had last. But I'm not sure yet. All I know is it's dream-related. Lundi lives with Xavier.

Eighth up, Xavier (he/him) is a Canadian-born boy with no particular other heritage, being essentially just a nth-generation French Canadian. He's neurodivergent, perhaps autistic, with a particular interest in music. He's Lundi's roommate and works part-time as a DJ. I've described his gender as neurotix-boy, denoting that he has a masculine gender that's in some way influenced by neurodivergence. He's also bisexual. Above, I've described his Stand, 「D.A.N.C.E」 as simply "rhythm mime". To put it into further detail, Xavier can make anything he's miming out can manifest tangibly so long as he's keeping rhythm to something. It's quite useful for him.

Lastly, April Fools (he/they), is an ethnically Russian-Japanese kid, though he's legally Czech. He's demiboy and a gendercollector wrapped under the label of layergender, a gender which is (to nobody's surprise) built in layers, but obviously, I could not fit all of his genders on here. Jestergender. Definitely jestergender. He's also Demi-Bisexual. I've already explained his Stands in another post. }

#jjba oc #digital art #fan character #character design #jjba fan stand #jjba fan character #jojo oc #oc art

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joshisurcrush · 2 years ago

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'Tschick' by Wolfgang Herrndorf

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(This is a mini-review for all you social media enthusiasts with tiny attention spans who don't love me enough to have read my full Stephen King review (smh))

Tschick was pretty crazy, I liked it:

1) There was a queer character that isn't a stereotype? Man, I had no idea those existed in media! I want to get it out of the way right off the bat, ‘cause I think Tschick’s homosexuality is really well-written (he’s one of the two main characters). There was a bit of what I can best describe as “performative homophobia” at the beginning of the story and from the way he acts and talks it slowly sinks in. He’s not some hypereffeminate guy, or a bear or a twink of some sort; he’s just some new kid who likes stealing cars and isn’t really interested in girls which? I find pretty cool. I liked that aspect. Also, the story didn’t force any sort of queer plot-action between him and his clearly-heterosexual best friend, and it didn’t make a big deal out of it either, it was more of a little sidenote, and it was really well-done. Wanted to get that out of the way right off the bat so I don’t have to focus on it too much later.

2) I like a male character extensively thinking about his feelings, it’s pretty unheard of unless it’s sex drive or pure, unfiltered anger. Maybe anger with an undertone of grief; but aside from that you don’t tend to get much out of male leads. Which I think sucks. Or it’s not documented or mentioned, and only implied. Which I also think sucks. I feel like the fake that Maik (did I spell that right) opened up more, commented on he feels about his feelings, and commented on the fact that he comments about how he feels on his feelings was pretty interesting. Also, I feel like it added more dimension to him as a character, his general cynical nature and pessimistic attitude despite being in a relatively-well-off place (in comparison to Tschick, the other male lead), it all just gave me the “he’s just like me fr” feel. Also, I generally just like seeing the lives of other teenage guys, seeing their lives come together, learning about the girl they’re seeing and their relationship with their dad, etc.

c) It gives me a chance to live vicariously through a guy with anger issues who decides to steal a car and drive off spontaneously, which happens to be one of my wettest dreams of all time. (You would be alarmed at how much I fantasize about running away and off-roading across the country in a stolen car with a friend or two.)

d) Also the book filled the void in my heart, the one that craves a decent young adult book, set and written in the good part of Germany with an accurate representation of what being a male teenager in Germany is like. Can vouch, since I used to be a male teenager in Germany. Also, it’s written in German (read it, if you can speak German) and it’s extremely well-written and clean, and handles some topics like substance abuse, poverty, and adultery pretty well, without glorifying or dramatizing anything in an over-the-top manner.

PSA: Do NOT read the English translation. It’s botched, and gross, and doesn’t do the story justice. If you’re not a German-speaker, sure, you might check it out due to interest but if you don’t like it as much as I do, it’s likely because you didn’t read the original.

Also, if I get positive feedback I’ll re-read the book and publish an EXTENSIVE review.

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joshtypebeat · 3 days ago

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"So how does it feel being so...y'know...rich...?"

10. Desire I Want to Turn Into You (Everasking Edition) By Caroline Polachek

This one is sort of cheating because Desire, I Want to Turn Into You came out last year, and this is the Deluxe version? But the Deluxe Edition DID come out in 2024 and you SHOULD listen to it. Caroline Polachek is still definitely Pop music, but she’s just so intentional and holds herself in such high regard and so deliberately that it feels more prestige. Like it feels like upper class music, almost pretentious? I feel like a person with a really developed music taste listening to Caroline Polachek.

The Everasking part of the Everasking Edition comes with 8(!) new tracks that weren't in the original release. Wow!!

The Absolute Best Song on the Album: Coma

This one is a cover of a song Ms. Polachek found on soundcloud. I think she mentioned getting the original stems and production files from the original artists so it's almost identical until she extends it. But her vocals make it SO CRAZY. It’s VERY breakbeat sounding (honestly jumpscared me when I heard it the first time). I just LOVE the drums on this. It’s like there’s like. 4 different tracks all layered on each other and it’s frantic and exciting and just. SO loud. Kinda Donkey Kong Country sounding but also I’ve never really played through Donkey Kong Country so maybe that’s wrong. Maybe just bongos in general give me Donkey Kong vibes…?

Caroline Polachek’s version is SO crazy, keeps the crazy drums but then Caroline Polachek is SINGING on it and it just elevates the whole thing. There’s a tiny little interpolation of a few of Caroline Polachek’s other songs to really claim it for her own at 2:31.

Secondary Standout: I Believe (Acoustic) (But actually just. her WHOLE tinydesk wtf) Last year I asked about everyone’s Tinydesk concert and it was actually because I wanted to show y’all this one, but then I just. didn’t get to show y’all. It’s SO CRAZY that she trained her voice to just. Do That. Apparently Caroline Polachek is an Opera trained singer? What the hell man. But this is appropriate to share now because this was the first time she performed this arrangement of I Believe (13:00), which she liked so much she rerecorded it and made it one of the tracks on the deluxe album!

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promiseiwillwrite · 10 months ago

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Transgressions

I am completely cringe.

I am absolutely toxic.

I am a neurotic waste of space and oxygen, ten pounds of shit in a 4 pound sack.

I once stood in a country where drawing breath was a crime punishable by death.

I have just layer upon oozing flaky layer of mental health shit going on. So much that there is no meaning in teasing it all out, or seeking diagnosis or trying to get help now.

The rot has set in. The Gangrene has progressed. The sepsis will kill the host.

I have more than one person living in my head. And I think they are at once the most wonderful parts of me, and I also I use these people as fantasy fodder, living vicariously through them because of my continued social failures to be charming, or witty or female or male or competent.

My gods are gremlins and goblins and monsters all. And they are a part of me. Because I think they want to be. Because if I Don't believe they do I can't live with the idea that no one in the world would ever want that, even though I know it is true.

I have no sense of reverence that is not profane. No sure sense of what holy was even meant to be. Something I was excluded from as a Child. I knew at 5 that it was better to go to Hell than ignore the world around me. Decided at five that I would never get to be with God. And the gods that found me alone in my electric chair were just as crazy as me.

I am Fat. I am in Constant Pain. I am Losing my sight and my hearing and my memory and I complain about all of it.

And people pity me, and are Nice, but they are not my friends. I've learned I don't have those. Just people who put up with me because it amuses them, or the are obligated by something broken in themselves. No one wants to get too close. They can't afford it.

"There but for the grace of god go I".

I have Odious personal Habits. I have, especially since the fucking car accident, had increasing difficulty taking care of my body. I am not exercising, or eating properly, or bathing.

I am a white person.

I got a tiny, petite body, shaped so it could never easily pass for male, and a face too ugly to ever be a worthy or desirable female. And the Men who live in my head will never feel the satisfaction of knowing a partner that loves them the way they want to be loved.

I wanted to write a story about a Goblin that was the power behind a throne. And I stopped because I learned more about antisemitism, and I was guilty in my ignorance.

I wanted to write a story about a trans human in an African village, and I stopped because I knew I didn't know anything about how trans people are persecuted or treated in Africa. And even if I thought my idea was cool and uplifting, even if I thought it was empowering, I was probably wrong and white and ignorant and insensitive for wanting to tell the story in the first place.

I wanted to be in touch with my Native American Heritage, which I'd been told story upon story upon story about as a child and now I only feel wrenching guilt for, because they were never my stories, and never my culture, because blood doesn't make a person a member of a tribe, no matter who your grandparents were.

I believed once that people who were witches were persecuted by Christian people, and that it was fine to be angry and to hate them for it. And I know that the culture that IS mine is embedded in my skin and my stolen beliefs and my unshakable sense of inferiority. And now I only feel the shame of my ignorance, over here under my rock, where I am No one, and I belong to nothing.

And my Shame, and my guilt, and my Contempt for myself are not redemptive. They do not make me Thoughtful or sensitive. They make me disgusting and pathetic. There is no redemption. You do not come back from being trash. There is no human recycling program.

All these things I thought I could be... A writer, A spiritualist... All these things I could Never be, even if I wanted... A Man, A Woman, Someone Valid.

I am too twisted. I am too wrong, and I just Piss people off because I am never good enough. I do not pass muster, even when I try really hard. Even when I work REALLY hard, to make something make sense, to try to do something better, it doesn't make any difference.

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 1 year ago

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Master - Chapter 48 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

- Kalem -

"Thailand," I read out very slowly.

The other Nyphilim was in a place called Thailand.

I'd never popped there before.

I'd never popped anywhere that far before.

I don't think I'd ever left the 'state' where Master and I were and I didn't know how my popping would do when I had to go somewhere so far away.

That sure feeling in my chest that made me feel like I could just pop over suddenly felt tiny and quiet now as I looked at where I'd have to pop over to.

"Thailand," I say again, wondering why the Nyphilim would go all the way over there.

Maybe it was super pretty with amazing people who were like pixies, I would go there too if it was like that.

But the other Nyphilim was probably horrible and evil and hated pixies, so maybe it was full of horrible people and that's why the Nyphilim fit right in.

I hoped not.

Thailand was a pretty word and it deserved nice, pretty people to be there.

My shoulders drop as I blink at the wet spot on the page.

In my head, I thought that finding where we'd have to go would be the easy part but that plan seemed so much harder when we were going somewhere on the other side of the world.

Which was like super crazy when I barely even knew this side of it.

Whining to myself, I close my eyes and wipe my hands over my face.

What was I supposed to do now?

Normally when I felt lost, I could turn to Master and he would clear it all up for me but Lincoln wasn't here right now.

He was never here anymore.

Spreading my fingers, I peek through and look around my old room where I'd been spending all my time lately.

When Lincoln and I started sharing his room, I'd moved most of my stuff over there so now, it wasn't nearly as yellow and full as it used to be.

It just felt a little empty and lonely now since I was the only thing in it.

I was only here because it was the best place to do my Nyphilim-research without Master seeing it until it was all ready.

At first, I'd go back to our room to sleep but I hadn't left it very much in days since it didn't make sense to go to our room when I couldn't sleep.

I thought Master might notice and find me hidden away but he hadn't because Lincoln was always busy now, too busy to even talk to me.

"No." I shake my head and squeeze my cheeks.

"No sad thoughts. You are on a mission."

Once I got this done, everything would go back to normal and all these sad times would go away.

Forcing my eyes back down, I look at the map with new determination.

Just because Thailand was super far away didn't mean we couldn't go.

If I couldn't pop then maybe Arias or Master would know a super fast way for us to go.

Arias was good with that kind of thing so maybe he could take us if I could tell him where.

Worse case, we'd go in those big metal things in the sky that I'd seen once. I was scared of ever being that high up in a cage but I'd do it for the mission.

"Yeah," I say to myself as I try to build my confidence up.

However we went, I think Master would be proud of me for everything I did so far and if I couldn't pop us over then he'd tell me he was proud of me for trying like he always did and that would be enough.

Smiling, I fold the map back up carefully before I look through the other atlas' for a map with a closer look at Thailand.

I giggle as I whisper the word to myself again, it was such a pretty word.

I keep singing Thailand while I search through the pages, only stopping when I find two that showed all the little details of the faraway land.

There were lines all over the inside and one big bold black one that marked the border of the country.

Master had tried to explain how countries worked to me but I still didn't really get it.

I just didn't understand why you couldn't go over from one side to the next if you didn't have enough money or the right papers, just because one person said that you couldn't.

That was silly to me and the way I saw it, everyone was stopping themselves from making friends all over the world which was really sad when making friends was so much fun.

Once the page is open and flat, I repeat the process of letting the water show the Nyphilim's location.

It settles in the top corner of the land, near the line that marked the land between one country and another.

Closing the book, I get my special notebook or notes and plans and jump to my feet.

It was time.

I can't stop myself from popping around my bedroom before I go as my happiness gets the best of me.

I'd tried to be strong about doing this all on my own but now that I didn't have to be anymore, I could admit to myself that keeping this secret had been super hard and I didn't like it at all.

So popping had to happen because now I could finally share it all.

I grin to myself as I leave my room and skip down my flower hall with a happiness that I share with all my flowers.

They were still really upset with me after I'd used their power to find the Nyphilim but once I'd said sorry over and over again and stayed with them all night after, they'd forgiven me.

It may have worked but I wouldn't do that again, I didn't like how it felt when my flowers were upset with me.

As I pass them now, they reach out to me like always, happy to see that I was happy too and it just made me smile even bigger because I really was super happy.

I'd found the other Nyphilim all on my own and I knew exactly where they were.

"I am awesome," I remind myself as I head for Lincoln's war room.

Gently humming to myself, I smile at everyone I pass in the hallways and get a few smiles back, most people were too busy dashing around though.

I frown as I watch them a little closer, everyone was in their colours and has serious looks on their faces that made worry spike inside of me.

'What was going on?'

I move as quickly as I can to get to the war room, stumbling in hurriedly once I do but when I find it empty, I freeze with surprise.

Master spent almost all his time there now, so if he wasn't here now then where was he?

The next best place was his office, so I turn quickly and head there next, hoping and praying to all the nice things in the world that nothing was wrong.

It turns out that Master was in his office, he just wasn't doing anything I expected him to.

When I stumble inside the familiar room, four pairs of eyes snap my way while I try to hide my quickly growing naughty parts behind my books.

Lincoln was standing on a small stool, like a lift, with his arms spread out and his legs slightly parted that let Mr. Wen works around him while he prodded at the black suit Master was wearing.

I gulp as I take him in.

I'd seen Master's suits before but I'd never seen him in one of them.

A big mistake I realised because Lincoln looked amazing in the deep black suit that was dark all over, except for the deep red shirt on the inside that peeked out through the black jacket and behind the black tie.

It was a little bit of the clan's colour that stood out when Master looked up at me and made his eyes glow red as he smiled.

I pull my books tighter against me, suddenly forgetting what was inside of them.

"How does he look?" Wenquie asks with a grin as he glances at me from behind Master's hip. I swallow, blink a few times and manage...

"Good." Wenquie snickers but doesn't tease me as I step closer into the room to where Arias and his Malcolm sat on the couch in their own suits.

"What's going on?" I ask with a slight tilt of my head.

"The Amaris Clan liaison is almost here," Wenquie answers with a giddy smile that I try to return.

Wenquie had told me the day they got the news, he'd come running over with so much excitement that I couldn't help but being giddy too.

I knew it was an important goal Master was working towards and I was happy but I hadn't known they were coming today.

Nobody had told me.

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