#just pencil and bullet point pen

[pure-smut]

say red.

featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

contains: academic rivals to lovers, dom!Iwaizumi, rough s*x, degradation, dirty talk, creampie

note: all characters are over 18!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 2k

series: 1. say red | 2. say red | 3. say red

masterlist

You’d never paid attention to Iwaizumi Hajime. Just another face in the lecture hall, another voice answering questions, another serious guy with a serious face taking things so seriously.

It’s only when you’re paired together to work on a semester-long project that you pay attention to him for the first time. And wow – he’s fucking annoying.

“We need to meet up more than once every two weeks,” Iwaizumi tells you, frowning at your suggestion. “We won’t get enough done before the deadline.”

“It’ll be fiiiine,” you sigh. “The project barely contributes to our grade. All we need to do is pass.”

Iwaizumi narrows his olive eyes at you, entirely displeased.

“How are you,” he bites out. “… top of the class?”

You give him a sweet smile, throwing up a peace sign.

“Because I’m great, obviously.”

You had somewhat noticed that Iwaizumi’s name was always second below yours whenever test scores were published. It’s clear that’s a sticking point for him because he clenches his teeth so hard, you can see a muscle bouncing in his jaw.

“We’re meeting up twice a week,” Iwaizumi says, standing. When you open your mouth to protest, he gives you a hard look. “That’s final.”

You roll your eyes and shrug.

“Fine, fine.” A grin crawls across your face. “Iwa.”

He shoots you a disgusted look.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What, Iwa? It’s cute.”

Iwaizumi pokes his tongue into his cheek and rolls his eyes skyward.

“Whatever.”

With that, he gathers his bag and stomps out of the lecture hall. Your gaze follows the back of him as he disappears, the smile only slipping off your face when he leaves.

“So annoying,” you mutter to yourself, packing up your own things.

But it’s only until the end the semester. You can grin and bear it that long. Plus, it’s like you said before – the project barely impacts your grades. Iwaizumi might want to force you into way too many boring meetings but you have absolutely no intention of cooperating.

*

Iwaizumi messages you his address and a time to come round to work on the project.

Gotta buy a girl dinner first before you invite her to your bedroom, you message him back. He ignores you.

Like most other students, he lives on campus with a few other roommates. You half-expect to see them when you arrive at Iwaizumi’s but he tells you he’s chosen a day when everyone else is out.

“I need some peace and quiet if I’m dealing with you,” Iwaizumi says.

“Flattered,” you reply.

His room is neat and tidy, a smattering of volleyball trophies on the shelves. You vaguely remember that he’s on the college volleyball team but you didn’t know he’s good enough to have trophies. You smooth your features into something neutral so he doesn’t know you’re impressed.

You both sit at his desk, where Iwaizumi’s already set up notepads, pens and sticky notes.

“You’re prepared,” you remark, eliciting a heavy sigh from Iwaizumi.

“I’m sure it seems that way to someone who doesn’t even bring a pencil to class.”

You swing side to side on his wheely chair as Iwaizumi launches into his plan for the project, talking you through the list of bullet points. You make noncommittal noises, your eyes drifting off.

He has kind of a nice face, you think, your gaze dropping from his short dark hair to his sharp jaw. Iwaizumi’s wearing a t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves tight around his biceps. Damn, he’s pretty built, too.

Iwaizumi continues talking as your mind wanders. You wonder if he’s a good kisser. Hmm, probably too serious for that. Only chaste tongueless kisses and missionary in the dark.

You grin at your own thoughts and Iwaizumi stops talking mid-sentence.

“What are you laughing at?” His brow furrows. “You’re not even fucking listening.”

“Uh, no, not really,” you admit, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Jesus christ…” Iwaizumi puts his elbows on the desk, digging his palms into his eyes.

He wants to launch himself out of the window. How is it possible that you of all people beat him in class? He freezes when he feels your finger trail over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Iwaizumi looks up.

“You’re so tense,” you say. You’re not lying – Iwaizumi’s muscles are like boulders. You give his bicep a poke and realise there’s almost no give. “Maybe that’s why you’re taking this so seriously.”

“You’re just taking this too lightly,” he says, frowning.

You’re looking at him weirdly, your eyes locked onto his, and the way you’re touching his arm is making his cheeks feel warm. What the fuck is going on?

Iwaizumi’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and you smile, knowing you’ve got him. You stand up to move over and put yourself in Iwaizumi’s lap instead. His thighs are as hard as the rest of him and it feels like sitting in an actual chair. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re kind of cute, y’know,” you say, cocking your head.

“Kind of,” he echoes, giving you a flat look. “Thanks.”

Iwaizumi’s hand rests on your thigh despite his unimpressed tone. You give him a sweet smile and trail a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.

“Maybe you need some stress relief, hm?” you suggest, dragging your finger down to his hard chest.

“And you’re offering?”

“I thought you were supposed to be smart?” You cock an eyebrow. “Obviously, yes.”

Iwaizumi regards you, eyes sharp, and your breath hitches. Your smile nearly falters but you save it in time. It feels like he’s looking through you, into you. It’s a struggle to hold his gaze but you’ve never been one to back down. So you look right back at him.

Iwaizumi’s eyes soften and you see him smile for the first time. No, he smirks.

“Say red,” he tells you. “And I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.” You’re annoyed at yourself for stammering but something’s changed with Iwaizumi and it’s thrown you off.

“Repeat it back to me.”

“If I say red, you’ll stop,” you tell him and he gives a short nod, satisfied.

“Good.”

Iwaizumi stands abruptly, picking you up with him and throwing you on the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement, bouncing softly against the mattress.

“What-?”

You don’t have time to ask what the fuck is happening before Iwaizumi’s on you. He presses his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. He pushes his body between your legs, forcing them apart to accommodate his thick frame.

One of Iwaizumi’s hands grabs your hip as the other snakes around your throat, holding you with enough force for you to feel it but not so hard you’re gasping. His soft lips are in contrast to the sharp stubble scratching your skin, his tongue sliding over yours.

Okay, I might have been wrong, you think. There’s nothing chaste about this.

Iwaizumi grinds his bulge against your clothed pussy, now exposed to him as he tugs up your dress. The friction through two layers of fabric is teasing, making your hips buck, desperate for more. You moan into his mouth and he squeezes your throat.

“Needy little slut,” he says roughly.

Iwaizumi’s degrading words only serve to turn you on even more. His voice has completely changed, now deep and throaty and utterly commanding. Iwaizumi keeps one hand around your neck as his other reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

“Is this what you want so badly?” he says as he pulls his cock free.

You gasp as it slaps against your mound, sending a spark of pleasure through you. You try to nod but Iwaizumi has your throat in too tight a grip.

“Use your fucking words,” he spits. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes, I want it. Please, I want it.”

Iwaizumi reaches down and you hear a violent rip. You’re not able to look down, your head fixed in place, but there’s a cool breeze across your exposed pussy. Your mouth drops open as you realise he’s ripped your panties clean off.

Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction.

“You act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

The Iwaizumi you knew before, so serious and studious, is long gone. You look up at him, his eyes feral, and realise you’ve severely underestimated who you’re up against. He lines up the fat head of his cock with your dripping hole.

“Look how fucking wet you are already.” Iwaizumi pushes himself inside you and you give a choked moan at the feel of him stretching you. “You don’t even need me to get you started, do you? You’ll spread your legs for fucking anyone.”

Iwaizumi’s flurry of degradation is making your pussy drool for him, only spurring you both on. But a nugget of defiance forms in your chest, even as tears stick to your lashes.

“This what your needy little pussy wants?” he demands, pushing in deeper to bottom out.

His cock feels so fucking good, dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you to make your whole body feel like it’s on fire, but your determination not to let him take over fully kicks in.

“Y-yes, Iwa,” you breathe out.

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenches.

“I told you not to fucking call me that,” he grits out.

As if to punctuate, he starts to pound at you hard. Every slam pushes you closer to the edge, sending a jolt through your body to the tips of your toes. His large hand around your neck is delicious, pinning you beneath him as he fucks you raw. You sink your nails into his forearm, lustful whimpers falling from your lips.

“S-sorry…” you gasp. “… Iwa.”

Iwaizumi growls, moving faster and setting a brutal pace.

“Fucking brat.”

You don’t have the strength to talk back anymore. Iwaizumi’s cock is pulling you to the edge, making your eyes roll back in your skull as he rips an orgasm from you. Your pussy clenches down like a vice grip around his cock and a moan escapes Iwaizumi’s throat.

“Fuck… fuck…” he groans.

Iwaizumi fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, wanting to watch you bounce under him. Your walls are so slick, so hot, so fucking tight. You’re tearing down all his restraint, moaning so sweetly even as his fist is wrapped around your throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“I’m… gonna cum…” Iwaizumi says, voice hoarse.

“Inside me,” you plead. “Cum inside me, Iwa.”

Your words tip him over the edge.

His grip tightens on your neck, almost making you dizzy, as he thrusts once, burying himself fully. The moan he makes as he comes undone inside you is intoxicating, satisfying in a way you can’t explain. Iwaizumi’s chest heaves as he half-collapses on top of you, his arms shaking as he holds himself up.

Neither of you say anything, breathless and sweat-slicked.

“Well.” You break the silence with a grin. “I dunno about you but I definitely feel better.”

Iwaizumi’s serious face returns as he rolls his eyes, pulling away from you. He tugs a few tissues free from a box on his nightstand, handing them to you first before himself.

“What a gentleman,” you coo, cleaning yourself up.

“It’s polite. I’m not a savage.”

“The way you fuck says different.”

Even though you’ve still got his cum spilling out of you, Iwaizumi’s ears go pink at your comment. He ignores you and buttons his jeans back up. Cute, you think with a smile.

You point at your destroyed underwear.

“And you ruined my panties. That was rude.”

Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint as he blushes harder.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Finished cleaning yourself up, you hop off his bed and straighten your dress. “I’ll just make sure I’m not wearing any next time.”

Iwaizumi stills.

“Next time?”

“Duh.” You put a hand on your hip. “That was great, right? And my head feels totally clear. I think I’m actually ready to listen to your project plan or whatever.”

You take a seat at his desk, hands clasped demurely on your lap and smiling sweetly.

“Twice a week you said?”

[milkoomi]

semester success. ᥫ᭡

[ 3 chapter mini series ] | chapter one

in this series, i’m going to teach you all my helpful tips and tricks on how to succeed in the new semester in just 3 quick chapters! get ready to take notes, we’re diving right in!

chapter two — MASTERING NOTE-TAKING

in the last chapter, we talked about the first week and how to prepare for it! now, we’re going to get real into it and talk about one of the most important skills that can help increase your level of success throughout the semester: taking notes.

class is in session …

୨ৎ — physical or digital

let’s first decide how we’re going to take notes. if you’re the classic/traditional type, a notebook & some pens/pencils & highlighters are the way to go! but if you’re feeling a bit more modernized, grab your laptop and/or tablet!

i personally use my ipad to take notes! i know lots of people who use Notion, create digital documents for their notes, utilize GoodNotes/Notably, and i use this app called CollaNote (more on this later)! if you’re note-taking digitally, find an app or format that works best for you! you can play around with the different apps and tools on your device! digital note-taking also allows for more creativity, in my opinion, but i’ve seen loads of students get really creative with traditional styled notes!

digital note-taking inspo:

i highly recommend this post by @glowettee if you want a quick, but detailed list of how to get set up for digital note-taking!

physical note-taking inspo:

୨ৎ — note-taking methods

there’s lots of ways to take notes! that’s the beauty of note-taking, there’s no one right way of doing so or any wrong way of doing so! there’s a variety of ways to take notes, so find and play around with what works best for you!

different methods:

quick notes - the unaesthetic version

you’ll see lots of people say that they rewrite their notes, and i’m one of those people! i typically don’t take notes during lectures (mainly because my ADD doesn’t allow me to lol) but when i’m actually able to take some notes, my in-class writing is just plain bullet points and words scrambled onto my page.

i see “quick notes” as a way of making sure you get all the key points from the lecture without the stress of writing everything else down.

here’s how:

don’t focus on writing every single thing down! this will make you lose track of what the professor might be saying in addition to what’s in the textbook/lecture slides.

focus on the key points! keep an ear out for your professor and if they say something like “this will be on the exam” or “this is really important to know”. those are the things that need to be written down!

remember: you can always go back and rewrite your notes! having just the key points written down will help you 1. stay focused during class and 2. be prepared for what to focus on during your studies.

don’t worry about your notes looking bland or messy, again, you can go back and rewrite your notes to make it look nice and add additional information! this “quick notes” method is for people who are like me and struggle with taking notes during lectures!

** tina’s tip: record the lecture! if you’re able to have your phone out or if your computer/tablet has a recording feature, use it to record the lecture so that when you do go back to rewrite your notes you don’t forget any other important points!

mind-mapping - an organized flow chart

how it works:

start with your central idea or main topic you want to focus on! have this be the center of your mind-map.

when info regarding this topic starts to come up, write them down and connect that additional information with the central idea using lines and arrows.

get creative! use different colors and add images or symbols!

mind-maps are a great way to organize and visualize the information you need to do into a creative diagram! this is a great method for those visual learners!

boxing method - compartmentalizing notes

this method is another great one for visual learners as it allows you to create a chart for yourself and all that you’re learning in class!

how it works:

start by dividing up your page so that you have different boxes set out for you!

include headings/titles for each box and have them relate to each topic you’re learning.

in those boxes, write down key points from each topic and include any and all information as you can!

you can also connect the boxes with lines and arrows to see how all that information flows together and relates to one another!

i suggest going onto @nenelonomh ‘s blog and reviewing her study corner where there’s a section dedicated to different note-taking methods! as well as other helpful academic advice!

୨ৎ — record your lectures

i mentioned this earlier, but i just want to reiterate this point! recording lectures will help you so much with note-taking as it allows you to go back to what was said in class and continue taking notes that way. it’s extremely helpful especially when your teacher/professor is a fast talker and you can’t keep up with note-taking in class!

୨ৎ — color coding

an easy way to make your notes more appealing to you is by color coding everything! feel free to pick your favorite colors and use those!

what to color code:

key points

important vocab/terms

connecting topics

additional notes from your teacher/professor

୨ৎ — CollaNote

i promise this is entirely unsponsored, but i do love this app! it’s completely free (with in-app purchases if you want to unlock other templates)!

it comes with a variety of free tools, pen styles, highlighters, colors for those writing tools (which are also entirely customizable!), page templates, recording feature, and so much more that i can’t fully remember off the top of my head!

it also allows you to organize everything into folders which is really, really nice! organization of your notes is also super important when it comes to note-taking! so let’s get into organization!

୨ৎ — note organization

if you’re taking notes in the traditional way, make sure you have designated notebooks for each class. if you’re using a binder that includes all of your classes, make sure you have those divider tabs to prevent from any of your notes integrating with your other ones!

for digital notes, make sure you have folders or an organized list of links for each of your courses! it’s important that your files are titled accordingly so that there’s less confusion when you need to go back to any of your notes!

going back to note-taking methods, make sure when you’re writing your notes that you stay consistent with your organization!

write your topics in chronological order

create sections for different bits of information

color code

you don’t want your notes to be a jumbled mess! not having some kind of organization system can lead to confusion while studying or unclear information on the topics you’re learning.

before you’re dismissed …

note-taking, as i mentioned at the beginning, is one of the most important skills to have while in school. you want to make sure you have effective notes that will help you understand the material and help you study for upcoming quizzes/exams! just imagine yourself as the main character in a show or movie and think of yourself as this studious and amazing person while taking notes and sitting through lectures! romanticize your academic career!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[soapbubbles511]

Listening to the Thor:L&T director's commentary again. Have I seen the movie? No. Sorry Taika, not even you can make me actually watch a Marvel movie. But Taika does most of the commentary with his daughters and it's absolutely delightful. Highlights include:

Taika trying and failing to get them hyped for Korg. When Korg first appears Taika goes, it's Thor and his best friend ___, trying to get them to say Korg. When they don't he fills it in himself, "Korg! It's me, your father!" One of them just says that they thought the hammer was Thor's best friend. Sorry Taika 😂

In more Matewa being unimpressed, she apparently fell asleep during both the Sydney and London premieres. When Taika asks if it's because she found the movie boring she says yeah.

Bullet point that I'll just title, why Taika and Rhys are friends. When they first see Thor's hammer again Taika starts doing sound effects and trying to get his daughters to join in. Later there's a beatboxing interlude. Later he's making up a little song about what's happening.

Also Taika realizes that his water glass makes a nice wind chime-y noise when he hits it with his pencil (?) and keeps doing it at random intervals through the movie. There's one section where that's pretty much all they're doing and experimenting with making different noises. Swirling the water first makes a fun noise.

Taika is apparently doodling while recording this. One of his daughters asks what he's drawing. This ends in him giving both of them paper and pens so they can all doodle.

When Russell Crowe first appears they start going on about that time that they all stayed at Russell's farm. Just not paying attention to a good portion of that scene to list all the fun things at Russell's farm.

Dad mode Taika trying to give them life advice about how they don't have to figure out what they want to do with their lives when they're young. They don't sound particularly impressed.

They recorded this shortly after the last season of Stranger Things. His daughters are clearly still obsessed with Stranger Things. Taika is clearly sick of hearing about Stranger Things.

When they get to the bit about Korg's species being comic canonically gay he rambles on a while about how much he loves including a bit of LGBTQ+ representation and wants it to be normalized and thinks it's important that kids see that. It's very sweet. Also, he's quite excited about Korg's boyfriend Dwayne.

One of his daughters (Matewa I think) keeps going ew when Thor and Jane kiss. Taika tries to convince her that there's nothing wrong with kissing but she's firm on it being ew and disgusting.

[haesunflower]

zb1 as your classmates

genre: fluff, comedy

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: what i think zb1 would be like as a classmate

friendship vibes for most, some have romance, members that are classmates with each other are specified (regardless of age), inspired by a tweet i saw here, bullet points plot, lowercase intentional

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

everyone has a crush on jiwoong

even kids from other schools have a crush on jiwoong

but he's literally known to be unattainable

he always says that he likes someone else

you guys are so lowkey that no one knows that you two are in a relationship until the end of the school year

literally, the last subject of the last day

the teacher asked him to distribute the final graded tests to everyone in the class

the only reason people find out is bc as he's handing yours to you he accidentally says "congrats on the 99 babe"

you hear everyone in the room go "baBE????"

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

despite his quiet nature, hao is loved by a lot of people (teachers included!)

people trust him and they don't think he's capable of spilling any secrets

your friendship starts when he overhears you gossiping about some dumb relationship drama in the library

and hao interrupts you with a "no no no, THIS is what happened"

from then on you'd spend free period talking shit about people and gossiping about the drama that's currently circulating among the teacher crowd

he texts you sometimes with a "lol i just found something out, i'll tell you at school tom"

and you're always begging him to tell you now

but he insists that he doesn't want a digital footprint of it

you respond by sending him the dancing videos he has all over the internet

"digital footprint my ass, hao"

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

he wakes you up every time you fall asleep during class

he tries to do it discreetly but because he sits in front and you directly behind him, it's quite obvious what he's trying to do

ends up drawing attention to you anyways

5 out of 10 times the teacher gets mad

hanbin always makes an "oops im so sorry" face

he lends you his notes for the classes you do sleep through tho

starts bringing you coffees from his cafe

from then on you are so so so productive

hanbin jokes that your grades are thanks to him

you agree

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

never brings his own things to school ever

sometimes he shows up with just a water bottle

and you're like?? where are your books? your pen?

every time he needs a pencil or eraser he turns around and asks if he could borrow yours

you have gotten so used to it that you end up preparing two of everything anyways

so whenever the teacher says "pop quiz bring out a sheet of paper", you're already passing him one before he even asks

you always get a ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) from him which is "thank you" in matthew language

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

taerae is always humming in class

or like tapping his pencil against his desk

sometimes both

and it drives you insane

but every time you turn to your left to tell him to stfu

he kinda just smiles at you like ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

so you face front once again and mind your own business

taerae's humming ends up becoming your white noise

sometimes while studying at home, you find yourself missing it

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

he sits behind you so when he stretches his legs he sometimes accidentally kicks your chair or the things you have on the floor

you always turn around expecting him to ask you a question or smthn

but he just stares back at you in confusion??

one day you were brushing your hair during lunch break and you accidentally left your brush on his table instead of yours

you found him using it the next period before gently placing it back on your desk

he also says stuff like "you look dead today" and hands you a slightly tinted strawberry chapstick

matthew teases the both of you about your "indirect kiss" (chapstick sharing)

ricky tells him to grow up

but he's blushing lol

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

the both of you are literally always snickering

gunwook tells you guys to shut up at least 10 times a day

whenever he does that you both end up mocking his "be quiet" face

he drops things often too (calculators, books, his laptop - you name it!) and it makes a loud sound that resonates throughout the room

he also brings way too many snacks, his backpack is like 80% food and 20% school

he passes you notes when he's bored and it's usually dumb prompts like

"if you could turn all the people in this classroom into an animal, what would each person be and why?"

when you don't wanna respond he bribes you with a snack

you laugh at least once a day thanks to gyuvin

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

he's the class president and it's so annoying because he sits right next to you

you literally feel like you're being watched by a hawk 24/7

one time you forgot to do the homework and since there were only 2 minutes left til the bell rings, you think you're in the clear

but you see gunwook about to raise his hand and YOU JUST KNOW he's going to bring it up to the teacher

in an act of desperation you reach for his hand and hold it down chanting "gunwook no pls no pls no pls no pls" in your head

his mind short circuits and he doesn't know why you're holding his hand, but he just stares at it

that effectively distracts him until the bell rang

when class is over you remove your hands from his and go about your day

he's stuck thinking "so, what are we?" in his head

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

most peaceful deskmate ever

when he comes back from family trips he always has a souvenir for you

you help each other with homework often too

in fact you're partners with him in just about every project

invites you over to his house to work on said projects together

his mom makes snacks for you guys

one day gyuvin tags along and is like how come there's so much food??? there's never any food when i'm here???

yujin's mom likes you the most, therefore feeds you the most

A/N: i didn't go to a high school with boys so i really don't know what it's like lol

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[sebsbarnes]

heeyyyy thank u soo muvh for doing my last req i am obsessedd. Im not sure if u can do this one but its juts a thought. tan x reader where they are in high school and the twins kind of just become besties with reader and they are just known as a trio in school and lem and tan are like the readers bodyguards cuz they are so protective if reader is ever in trouble and reader and tan are cushing on each other and its just cute

hi, of course! ty sm for sending requests in i appreciate it! im going to do this bullet point style i hope that's okay!

tangerine high school headcanon

warnings: the slightest! description of someone being a bully

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okay so i think tan and lemon wouldn't really take school seriously, like they still do well and are very smart but they didn't really pay attention much almost like they were too smart for school

they would sit in the back corner of class and just mess around but honestly the teachers didn't really care because they had good grades

you met the twins due to a class project, it needed to be done in groups of threes and it was your lucky day when the name sorter chose you for the twins!

you didn't mind though having talked occasionally to them in some of your shared classes. they were nice, funny, and smart and so are you

lemon grumbled how he didn't feel like working on it now

"want to come to my house after and we can do it then?"

the twins happily agreed and the three of you goofed off the rest of the period

having spent many hours with the twins you all grew very close and kinda became inseparable in school, you all had the same sense of humor and that drew you to each other

teachers and other students knew that it was no longer the lemon and tangerine duo but now a trio with you

one day during class you desperately needed to use the bathroom and the teacher started to yell at you that you should've went between class period

"if you don't let them use the bathroom i will piss all over your fucking floor," tangerine hissed at the teacher

yeah...he had a mouth even then

and no he didn't pee on the floor

while stood in line for lunch tangerine and lemon overheard some guys talking about you

"there's no way the twins are actually friends with them... such a loser, dude."

"gotta be a charity case situation... the twins are way too cool to be friends with someone like that, almost makes them losers too."

tangerine took his empty tray and wacked it across one of the guys heads while lemon sucker punched the other in the nose

"really guys?" you said disappointedly after waiting for them to get out of detention

your hand went up and gently touched the bruise forming around tangerine's eye

"they were talking bad about you! we weren't going to stand there and do nothing!"

"yeah well now you're injured!"

but they didn't care, you were worth every detention and injury they got for defending you

now tangerine, yeah, he is a sap okay. he'd try so hard to play it cool but he failed miserably

absent from school? he wants to go home. paired with someone else? might as well give him a zero now. overheard someone thought you were cute? hell no. walking next to each other in the hallway? yeah his hand touched yours. no space on the couch in your living room? no worries, he's squeezing next to you. you didn't bring lunch? now his is yours. you were upset over a bad grade? he basically ripped his shoulder off for you to cry on it.

if you were instructed to be quiet during class tangerine couldn't take it. he needed to talk to you at all times so without fail you'd feel the slight gush of wind as a folded piece of paper went flying over your shoulder and onto your desk. you'd open the paper to some absolute nonsense that wasn't dire scribbled in pencil but you'd always pick your pen up and responded and drop the note over your shoulder to him.

what sent him over the edge was you getting a flower on valentines day... yeah that's right you had people wanting to be yours and that bubbled a weird feeling inside tangerine... what was it.

"you have a crush, idiot," lemon thumped him on the head.

"no...no? on (y/n), funny... really fuckin' funny. me? having a crush on them? our best friend? there's no way."

lemon would raise a brow at tangerine, picking at his sandwich, "see how you're trying to convince yourself it's not true?"

yep, lemon was right. of course he was. the day the group project started lemon knew the two of you had a small crush on the other.

tangerine felt a tap on his shoulder, "excuse me, this is for you," a girl tapped him on the shoulder.

tangerine and lemon looked at each other bewildered at the flower being placed in front of him. there was a small note folded up with familiar handwriting

"be mine?"

[moongoopy]

a/n: ig this goes out to the guy that annoyed me like hell in primary yet was the biggest source of fun younger me knew back then before he moved out the country. also idk if yalls schools had concerts, they were the best part of primary for me. tbh proof read in a rush, i couldve added more

Gojo Satoru is that one kid you were seated with at the beginning of the year, showing a new taste of hell of how irritating school can be because of a particular person.

He's the type of boy who would go through your pencil case and keep your pens and pencils out of sight and out of reach, taking advantage of the seating arrangement and handing off your stuff to a bunch of other kids who were oblivious enough to keep them. He would have the biggest grin on his face when he saw how pissed you are and act all smug when you had no idea where he kept them.

He'd tell you how ugly and uncool you are with his playground insults and jots in your books when you're not looking, laughing at your expression when he caught you off guard. Gojo immediately lost his words when his insults sounded slightly romantic, the teacher pointing out in his face and having the whole class laugh at him. While this was a bit of victory in your hands when he grimaced and told the others to shut up, you quicky disregard the issue when you remembered that being shipped with him was super unflattering.

You sat with the others when they discussed about games and such and all of you were knee deep into the conversation before his big mouth spoke up, "I bet I could crush you in all the games that you mentioned." This peeves you because who did he think he is? You worked hard in the videogames you played and simply argued back.

"Nu-uh!"

The others begin to question just what is up with your relationship with each other? One second you would be at each others throats then the next, his hands would quickly pull off a piece of his bread and hand it it you while conversing passive-aggresively.

He was also the guy paired up with you during plays at the end of the year. It went full circle that it was like a curse that you had to see him again. He laughed at your get up for the concert but you laughed the most when the teachers scolded him for messing up the dance steps and he would fume, kicking the dust. Ironically when the performance happened, there was no mistakes and he would boast about it, it was up to you whether to humour him or embarass him by telling on his failed practise routines.

And it was very unexpected that during a family gathering he was neighbours with one of your relatives. Before the hatred or annoyance of him could reach your mind, the thought of your friend being present in this family gathering was pure fun. You hated his guts but he was just a breath of fresh air. Somebody that went to you to annoy you yet stuck close.

He was caught offguard too but quickly got over it when he realises that he could bully you here but not before you defended yourself. You pulled up with a toy gun and shoot at his shoulder which made him yelp at the suddenness and he proposed a game of tag without saying it and simply ran upstairs. The both of you acted like this house was any of yours as the both of you chaotically outrun each other and get hit by the plastic bullets. All caught on camera with your phone clutched to your hand.

Good blackmail material to show that Gojo Satoru was very lame and flimsy at a game of tag!

Then, the rest of the kids were called to play fireworks outside and the plastic guns were completely discarded as the two of you rushed downstairs to play. Hearing a bit of nagging from any adult that the both of you should slow down but instead you both ran out the back door, giggling cheekily.

Outside, everything was bright and colourful, sparklers on the floor for the kids to grab. You grabbed a sparkler but instead of a sparkler, Gojo grabbed a long one that gradually shoots out into the sky. He adjusted his sunglasses, grinning at how the sparkler lights up. It was like the dummy wished death upon you and he pointed the stick to your face.

You screamed, aiming it to the sky and it instantly shot a pretty red light up to the stars. You tried so hard not to rip him apart with your bare hands but you really looked at him. He was having fun and you too; that the anger nearly dissipates, not before you pointed a sparkler to his feet and it almost touched his pale skin. His chuckle turned to a shriek and he plead for you to not do that, wincing away from you.

Finishing his sparkler, it led to another chase around the backyard where people might be utterly confused to what your relationship was with this boy but one thing was clear,

he was the most infuritating person that you've ever bonded with and you didn't regret it one bit.

end note: also if anybody wanted to know what the romantic insut was, the dude wanted to call me the beast from the beauty and the beast but the teacher misheard and thought he was calling me the princess as a compliment lolsies and he got laughed at, deserved!!!!

[cosmowes]

paper notes ❤️

sorry notion girlies… i’m a biased paper note taker. i actually have a notion, but i never use it lol 😭 doing stuff physically works sm better for me

i just wanna talk about some benefits of physical/digital notes, and how i keep mine cute :)

THE BENEFITS

taking notes physically has been shown to help improve memorization (01). another thing i’ve noticed for myself is that i tend to just copy when i take digital notes since there’s more space, but with physical notes i rephrase and consider the notes as i take them.

this venn diagram (taken from 02) shows some basic information about different ways of taking notes. paper is slower but generative; laptop is faster but nongenerative.

for me, i’m willing to make that sacrifice because long term retention is my goal, not quick memorization. but if it isn’t a class you’ll need for a long time (eg. my drama class) i think digital can work.

one last thing- when i’m studying, i have trouble going over my notes again bc i find it boring. with physical notes, this is usually when i highlight and make them cute, so it forces me to look over them again. speaking of which:

THE AESTHETICS

so fun fact: you don’t need fancy supplies for cute notes. i use a three ring binder from staples, some cheapy plastic dividers, office depot pencils and some pastel bics.

if you like pens, then def get some in cute colors! pentel are my holy grain, but they are sort of expensive. i had every color but most of them have run out of ink by now.

thin mechanical pencils >>> i don’t have any at the moment but i’m definitely getting more soon. love them. perfect for details.

good highlighters!! these are so important to me. i have pastel bics but i wanna get mildliners sometime soon.

cute bullet point shapes. i do hearts, stars, flowers, etc…

stickers sticker stickers! i put stickers on everything they are so amazing, they make everything cuter

if you wanna get fancy, try washi tape

also little cutouts are great!

sticky notes for trivia q’s and corrections and such since you can flip them up :) i have see through ones and they’re great

[justa-rat]

Meeting of Minds and Gunpowder. Pt. 1.

May 9th,

Word Count: 588

Fallout Fanfiction

Diamond city had been an absolute shitshow. He'd gone in looking for supplies, and left with bullet holes. Bigoted pricks. 

His rusted spurs jingled, being carried by the howling winds of the wasteland. The dust in the breeze stung his eyes, and the Ghoul tilted his head down just slightly - using his hat to shield them. The scene around him shifted with each step, wasteland turning to ruined cityscape. He strode down the barren streets, most of his surroundings obscured by a thick gray fog. He cut through the leftovers of what once was the Boston Bugle, taking a moment to rummage around the wreckage for anything he could find. He started with the desks, ripping open drawers with enough force to kick up loose pages. They fluttered aimlessly to the floor, and he scowled - nothing but pens and pencils, office supplies. Carrying on, he came across an old door. He didn't bother testing the lock, deciding he'd rather apply a swift yet decisive kick to the center of its mass. The hinges only had but a moment to groan their protest, before the rotted wood of the building gave out completely. He stood at the entrance to an old storeroom, packages of ink and spare typewriters sat on the shelves. They were of various makes and models, the most of them sporting a shiny black sheen. 

He stepped inside slowly, scanning the room only once before carelessly ripping items from their place. He destroyed his surroundings, everything topped over or thrown against the wall in his feverish search. Yet, all he was rewarded with were a few bottles of Nuka Cola, and a spare bottle cap. He took a breath, only to find his throat caught - a fit of coughing erupted from him suddenly and violently. He staggered, catching himself on a half broken wall - the ruined piping stuck out and bent in various directions. He wheezed and gagged on his own throat, hacking up a wad of spit and directing it to the ground. His shoulders rose and fell in heavy pants, sparing a few moments to recover from the sudden bout of vertigo. He was running out of time.

Stuffing his scarce findings into his satchel, he strode forth deeper into the winding maze of the city. He carried himself with a slight limp, favoring his left side over the right. A bullet rested in his thigh, making him wonder exactly just how much lead he had buried in him. Maybe it had been the vibrant splash of red that had caught his eye, or maybe it had just been luck - but he caught sight of something. A bright red arrow spray painted on a dirty white wall, directly above it hung a patched together sign. It read, "Goodneighbor." Without much option, he altered his course in the direction of the arrow. 

Another turn, another corner, another sign. He felt like a rat in a maze, marching towards some trap. He eyed the passing alleys warily, the setting sun doing him no favors. That was until he spotted the gentle glow of neon in the distance. It danced around the corner of the street, beaconing the Ghoul approach. More signs were hung, large bold neon red letters spelling out "GOODNEIGHBOR", with blue arrows beneath pointing right. His gaze followed the arrows' direction to a scraped together metal gate, and another sign - this time with another bent arrow pointing towards the dull blue door. He wasted no time, striding towards the entrance - and crossing the threshold of the city.

Part Two

[lost-technology]

Dead or Alive, 60-Billion Yeehawgust Day 3 - Wanted Poster [IMG ID: An aged, water-damaged and slightly torn and bullet-shot poster of Vash the Stampede - done in pen and pencil, black and white with tea-staining. Depicts a young-looking man with spiky hair smiling widely. Wording is WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, with the INCORRECT sum of 60,000,000.00 $$ see below for artist-mistakes. ] (Realizes too late that I actually have 60 Million there, instead of 60 Billion. The poster in the manga I was using to draw from had a narrative box blocking out some of the graphics and I didn't see all of the zeros. Just pretend that some graphic artist on Planet Gunsmoke / Noman's Land screwed up or that the ".00" is actually an abbreviation for more double-dollars because they ran out of room - or maybe his bounty was lower at some point, like in the beginning of Trigun Stampede). - Gah, I feel boneheaded for not noticing that until it was too late!

[honestlyanowl]

Been thinking too hard about library sex with Powder, your praising her through silent whispers and accidently mumble an "i love you" augh end me <3

Content: nsfw - silent public sex, praise, soft sex, bottom powder, dom fem! reader, fingering, situationship

You found yourself day dreaming again, pen hovering over the lined paper below your eyes.

And yet, you couldn't will yourself to write the next section of your essay.

You couldn't get- Powder out of your mind.

Her very essence had leeched itself onto your thought process.

The way she spoke, the way she walked with a little hop in her step, the way her eyes sparkled whenever she smiled, the way her foot tapped when she tried to concentrate.

The list went on... you were head over heels; that much was obvious by now.

But who could be so dearly in love with their best friend?

Someone you'd grown up with, someone who'd made it clear she only thought of you platonically.

Accept for when she didn't, when the back of your hands would brush together whenever you two stood close enough, the subtle glances, the small hearts she'd secretly scribble on your homework... god, the mixed signals drove you insane.

So, you just... sort of sat there, conflicted with your emotions.

Powder sat beside you, neatly writing down notes from an earlier lesson she'd recorded a week prior.

You could smell the enchanting fragrance of her perfume as it occasionally wafted your way.

It was like a glimpse of heaven every time.

Maybe it was the way she was dressed, her brown dress shoes, with laced socks peeking over the top.

Or her denim overalls, embroidered with flowers across the seams.

Possibly even the way she had her short length hair tucked into two rounded buns.

But something had you in a particularly clouded mood.

You couldn't stray your thoughts away from the want to reach out and- touch her, make sure her skin still held it's usual warmth.

The pure need to wrap yourself so tightly around her you'd merge together into one. Blend into a flurry of colour.

Too far? Okay.

Powder's eyes snapped down to her lap, where one of your hands had unconsciously rested itself onto one of her legs.

It took you a second to notice, yet instead of recoiling your hand and trying to play it off like a normal human being... you rolled with it.

You were just friends anyway, right?

"Can we share notes?" You mutter with practiced ease, covering up the way your heart was practically beating out of your throat.

Powder seems to relax a little under your touch, and if you squinted... it almost looked like she had a slightly more crimson hue on cheeks.

She clicks the lead back up into her mechanical pencil and sliding her notebook over to you so you could read through what she'd written so far.

You pretended to read, but in all truth couldn't manage to focus your eyes.

All you could feel was the silky smooth skin of her leg under your palm, and for a moment you thought maybe you'd managed to slide it higher, just grazing the beginning of her thigh.

"y/n..." Powder mumbles a little too quietly, her thighs pressing tightly together as her gaze flickers between your eyes and her notebook; you were oddly still.

But before she could press any further, you spoke.

"What part of the lecture was this in?" You point curiously at a random paragraph you didn't bother to pay any real attention to.

Your side vision however, catches the title.

'First topic.' in big letters, god damnit.

"Well it's-" Powder tries, gently grasping your hand, and nudging it to the bullet note.

You felt your face heat up, and if you hadn't known any better you'd think someone turned off the air conditioning.

There was no point trying to tip toe your way around this one.

It was either rejection, or- hopefully anything more pleasant.

You swiped your hand up her leg, it slipped under the first few rows of ruffles that lined her skirt.

And you managed to elicit a small shaky gasp from Powder.

She contemplated reaching down to grab your wrist, to stop you.

But she found herself frozen in place.

It didn't take long for you to realise what your were doing, you didn't want to ruin what the both of you had... after several years of friendship... you'd both been through so much together.

You didn't want to overstep, you couldn't.

But at the same time, the hunger for her; her very soul... tugged at your heart.

"Can I...?" The words leave your lips, barely audible.

You feel like your breath had been sucked from your lungs the way she looked back at you.

Not with anger, or shock like you'd religiously expected.

But instead with... an equal hunger.

Powder nods frantically, arching her back subtly to urge your hands higher, until they nudged up against her panties, the thin fabric that separated your fingertips from her aching flesh.

You were in a pretty quiet, secluded, area of the library.

So that was a plus, surrounded by two or three book shelves and several empty tables.

Seemed like a win.

"What if- we get caught...?" Powder whispers, almost rushed as her eyes are fixated on your hand, unable to see past what was under her skirt, but it gave her the ghost of some kind of reassurance.

"What if we don't?"

You reply, a finger hooking under the white laced panties that wrapped over her hips, tugging it to the side.

You could faintly smell the musky scent of her arousal, and bathed in her sharp inhales as you dragged a fingertip up her folds, gathering slick and discreetly lubricating your fingers.

Powder almost sobs as you stuff a finger into her heat.

Your spare hand slaps over her mouth as you drag the digit slowly in and out; feeling her velvety walls clamp down around you.

"Quiet now." You mutter, bathing in the way each little squeak she made stroked your ego, and the way her thighs fluttered around your hand.

Powder's eyes scanned the room, hyper aware of every little sound around them.

Including the shameful noise her pussy made when you forced in a second finger.

This one seemed harder to take than the last, she squirmed a little on the cushion, breathing heavily against your palm as her hips grinded into your touch.

"You're taking it so well..~" You coo out a gentle praise, lips attaching themselves to her neck as you press affectionate smooches along her jaw.

Fingers pumping faster.

Powder's moans muffled into your hand, she could feel the wetness lathering across her inner thighs every time you'd curl your palm onto her swollen clit.

And she could definitely feel the way her gut was tightening more, and more with every slide of your digits.

"M'fuckk..." You groan as quietly as you can manage, eyes fluttering against the skin of her neck as you suck little hickeys onto the pale flesh. "Love you- mmn.. so much."

Powder's walls clamp down a little too abruptly, and for a moment you'd like to believe it was her at an edge, but, unfortunately for you. She'd heard that.

You almost certainly lost some colour from your face, because Powder looks like she's seen a ghost.

Did you really just let that slip out...?

How stupid were you?

"Powder I-" You recoil your fingers from her heat, not even bothering to clean the wetness off of them as your vision blurs out slightly.

You were just- friends, no more.

Friends who... helped each other out?

"y/n... you know I'm not.." Powder's words seemed to get wedged in her throat, not what? Not gay?

You knew that part very well, you saw the way she looked at him, so why did you have to dig a deeper hole for yourself...?

You should've known this was going to happen, something like this always happens. And you finally had gotten what you wanted too!

"We're- just.. friends, aren't we?" Powder inquires, there was an insecurity in her voice, a distant tremble.

And it broke your heart to know you caused it.

"..Yeah, just friends." You try muster assuring smile, but it comes out more of a grimace,

"I guess it just- slipped out, sorry..."

(REQUESTS OPEN)

did the ending ruin it?? 😭😭

hope you eat this up anyway, it took me ages <3

(Might come back and edit it later to change the ending or proof read)

- Owl 🌹

[micyclemorton]

ORPHEUS' WRITING - HEADCANONS

HOLLOW - Hollow’s script is thin and pointed, but he still tends to use cursive in an attempt to keep things neat. He’s harsh in his writing, often capitalising to show command in tone with little regard for the actual words. He writes exclusively in a crystalline, pale blue ink, preferring to use a quill for flair and control over the thickness of his lines. It hardly bleeds through the pages, seeming fragile - though drying quickly, there is something about it that appears urging to escape the page. To leave. To be lost.

HIGH ROLLER - High Roller barely has the time to write, though his handwriting runs. It’s a series of rapid loops and scrawls, penned in often bleeding black ball-point, just in order to keep track of his games. Almost all of his writing is done in a small notebook he keeps in a jacket pocket, the pen secured only by virtue of the cap and haphazardly stuck on or inside the pockets of his pants instead. He’s the only one able to decipher what’s written - save for the ever-vigilant Risktaker - and takes relief from that fact, though his rapid thoughts in the casino often leave him struggling to remember.

DUKE RAVEN - Duke Raven uses, as expected, a rather dramatic raven’s feather quill to write. He claims it was a gift from Duke White Raven, though this is unconfirmed. Though he has his own concerns, he keeps these in another book elsewhere, and is only ever seen scribbling down notes in a jagged shorthand when he’s following Paranormal Detective, so close as to step on his coat tails should they be longer. This ink colour and writing utensil differs depending on what’s available at the Expo, but his standardised notes (that he hides from others) are written with the feather in slate-grey ink, similar enough to a lead pencil (and oft mistaken for such, to his dismay).

EVIL THOUGHTS/VILLAIN CHARM - The ink or lead that these costumes both use is dull, lacking pen ink’s artificial sparkle, and always a violently dark shade of red. It drags across the page, smudging carelessly, and that’s the only exception to the darkness - where it bleeds through the pages, mostly cobbled scrap and frustrated loose sheets hurled into the waste-bin, the stain underneath is nauseatingly bright, fresh, and tacky to the touch as if never quite dry. In the case of pencil, other tones can be found in or around the script, wooden splinters pressed harshly enough into the papers to leave brown imprint.

FOLK WRITER - Folk Writer’s writing is mostly done in bound booklets, those he crafts himself, and he uses a brush with his ink as opposed to writing in a more modern sense. He writes, unbinds and places the pages before sealing anew, keeping the scripts as neat as he possibly can. Though he locks himself away to complete his work for concerning amounts of time, he decorates his writing room to be suitably bright, and hangs his own previous manuscripts on the walls. His brushes do create bleeds and stains, of course, though he regards the imperfections as another call to time in faith.

HOMESICK - Homesick writes endlessly, with all manner of instruments at his disposal, fervent in keeping his memories alive. It doesn’t matter to him, not at all, if things are messy or downright illegible. He pours himself into everything he writes, to the point of hoarse voice from harsh breathing and bloodied grip, whether unintentional or not. The loneliness twists into him as if pulling the words from his mind, so he uses it all as his release, hoping that one day his paper boats and cranes can sail back home and meet the ones he cares for most. Desperation seeps through every letter he places, accented only by the dark stain of teardrop fallen.

ORFEO - Orfeo’s writing reflects as he is: eternally lost. Wandering, sentences never finished, bullet points to directions never specified. The most notable thing, whatever implement or ink colour may meet his pages, is that his stories never end happily. He cannot comprehend a life shaped without tragedy, much as he’d like to try. His words are simple, detached lettering scratched into papers where ink runs dry. He heralds it, however much it hurts, as his only salvation, and keeps the pages in hand-woven notebooks that fall apart time and time again, never giving up until they rot through his fingers. He’s not a convicted man, no, and neither is his talent - he simply writes, even when in hazes of grey apathy, when his muse has left, just to stave off the life he cannot live.

SCREENWRITER - Even when not thinking of ideas for his next script, Screenwriter finds habits hard to break. He phrases simply, even though he’s not jotting bullet-points for a proper script, but leaves no detail unwritten. His handwriting itself is clearly legible and almost blocky, lacking any personal touches because of his constant need for formality to keep himself in place. Despite how lost he can feel, he also tends to write entire sprawling lists, detailing out his daily routines to the tiniest option just to give himself structure that a work day would pre-provide. He uses standard lead pencil, grateful for how he can erase and start again if his habits are shaken.

THAT BITCH THE IMMORTAL - The Immortal uses distinct emerald green ink, spiking his letters as if warning of what lies beneath. Though he writes plainly -  haphazardly keeping face - to others, there are many discarded notebooks that he keeps hidden, bleeding full of deep red ink. Long dried, near crumbling, but each and every one indicative of his descent into madness at the hands of nobody but himself. In these, he scrawls, feverish almost in his intent to pass blame to whoever or whatever he sees as his next target. His sentences are less sentences than they are barely-coherent streams and strings of words, broken with commas and other pausing punctuation but seldom given the relief of a full stop unless the ink blots to force it. The stylisation of his letters toward the end of the pile are even written using what appears to be a calligraphy pen, similar to the cramped text of darker familiarity.

~

“ABYSS” - “Abyss”’ writing digs and tears through the pages given, not a thought spared to legibility or otherwise. He scrawls with his claw, heedless of other’s intent to read, as if the anger that festers within his heart bleeds onto the pages. He uses no particular ink colour, but prefers black or red, purely for the way it reflects how he himself burns. More often than not, flecks and spatters or whole spills of ink dominate any documents, reminiscent of the ash and wreckage his thoughtless rampage leaves behind. He also tends to use FULL CAPITALISATION, his every word a demand as well as an attempt at futile conversation.

PIETY - Piety, on the other hand, is gentler. As gentle as a “Nightmare” can get. They are silent, seldom writing, but following with watchful gaze. When they do write, it is with an almost pitying air, cursive letters with loops and embellishments enough to drive mad. They’re mostly writing obituaries, not freeing, but nobody else needs to know what they keep in a tightly-bound white book at their waist. Nobody wants to. Their sentences are short, trailing, almost reluctant in voice, but they know well what they’re trying to convey. Notes penned in silence, black ink against stark white page, for only one set of eyes to see. He provides release only in naivety.

ROULETTE - Roulette, while not the owner of the fabled casino and not responsible for its advertisement, is the bright and gaudy face. His writing is large, blocky, clear enough for the most tired eyes to absorb. For this reason, his distinct pen-claw is uncertainly blunted into or traded for a rounder, calligraphic tip, though the sentiment is no less vicious. As unpredictable as his namesake, Roulette uses whatever methods he can get his hands on to keep people in the casino, while falling victim to it himself - the legibility of his writing is mostly defined by however long he’s been in the casino for, whether overall or in any given timeframe. 

DUKE WHITE RAVEN - Duke White Raven, in parallel to his subordinate, uses a pluming white feather to write his correspondences. He doesn’t write often, preferring to keep to himself, but keeps his handwriting neat and speech formal. Though the distinctively bronze ink he uses has a tendency to leave small splatters, for he’s often rushed, it’s clear that he conducts himself well, and wishes not to confuse. His directions are clear and concise, often placed in bullet-points if he has no further detail to add. He’s also one of the few “Nightmare” skins that chiefly [perhaps solely] uses his pen-tip claw to write in private.

FAN VISIT - Fan Visit hasn’t been seen writing, no, not even with the pen-tipped claw that defines them as a “Nightmare” skin. But he does carry around a letter, hopefully, hidden beneath his hat [as opposed to anywhere on his person, as that would be unwilling exposure to the masses] penned carefully, pages scented with the flower he pinned to his lapel. This contains deep red ink, made personally of a mixture from the Ecosphere’s trailed petals and other binding liquids. Its handwriting is as legible as he can make it, but shakes every so often as his giddy excitement gets the better of him.

[silverhallow]

This means War

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Mafia AU

Rated: T. Kidnapping

Word count: 910

Summary: what’s the worst pain a person can go through…?

Author's Note: this is set in the Mafia Au but it’s a one we’re they never went legitimate…

Enjoy

“Lady Penwood…” came the voice of her trusted advisor… John Footman had been by her side through thick and thin and remained loyal even after she’d joined the Penwood Crime family with that of the Bridgerton Crime family when she married Benedict and her second in command, Kate Sharma married Anthony.

Together they’d become the most feared crime family in the country and no one fucked with them…

Or she thought.

She looked up from her note book, her pen perched between her teeth as she figured out her next moves.

She and Anthony ran different parts of the business. She handled the illegal goods and he dealt with everything else. She had the connections.

“Yes John what is it?” She asked, glancing at her husband who was sketching again.

Sophie loved that he’d sometimes just sit and draw her whilst she was working and now she was pregnant again with their second child, he was obsessed and couldn’t stop drawing her.

“I… erm… there has been… there has been an incident” John said, the hesitation was noticeable and Benedict didn’t like the nerves coming from their head of security and he put his pencil down and got up from his slouched position.

“What kind of incident?” Benedict asked.

There were a million possibilities going through through his mind at that very moment but what came out of his mouth had not even made the top 1000 things he thought it could have possibly been.

“Ms Metcalf and the security team… they… they were attacked on their way back with Master Charlie…”

Sophie’s face drained of all colour as she felt terror like she’d never felt before.

Benedict stood up “are… are they okay?!” He demanded

“I…I…” John stammered

“Out with man!!!” Benedict yelled

“Ben! Stop! Just give him a chance!” Sophie managed to get out. She needed her husband to keep his cool, to keep calm… at least for now.

Revenge would come later.

“Jameson and King took a bullet each, Emily has a broken nose and concussion” John managed to explain and Sophie was getting irate at the thought of someone touching the security team around her 18 month old son and his nanny.

Emily was practically family. She would be family eventually as she was engaged to Edwina but that was besides the point.

Sophie had made it clear in the last that her family was out of bounds… and to attack the men around her son… this was unforgivable and was tantamount to declaring war…

But she noticed he hadn’t said anything about Charlie “what about Charlie? Is he safe?” Sophie asked

“I… they took… they took…” John stammered trying to fight back the tears he felt and the news he didn’t want to pass on.

“Took who?”

“Ma…master Charlie…”

Sophie let out a scream of pain and fury like she’d known she could manage, it was a sound that put the fear of god in anyone who heard it and Benedict’s noise was something akin to that of a wounded animal.

“Who where they John? Who the fuck has my son?!??” Sophie screamed.

“Please calm down Lady Penwood!”

“Don’t Fucking tell me to calm down!! Someone has my baby!!!! I will fucking not calm down!!!”

“Sophie I get your furious and worried and I am too but please… just please try and calm a bit for the baby… we will find out” Benedict said turning on John

“What is being done?”

“I’m scanning all the CCTV in the area. They weren’t too far from the house when it happened sir. I’ve sent for Eloise, Mr Anthony and Edwina to help… we have some evidence as Emily fought back”

“I want everything on my desk in an hour. Everyone is to be called in. No Fucking excuses. This a fucking code red. Anyone who doesn’t show, and doesn’t have a fucking good excuse is fired and assumed to be part of it and will be dealt accordingly!!! Whoever has taken my boy is going to Fucking pay for it…the gloves are off. They’ve picked a fight with the wrong Fucking family and anyone who gets in my way… will pay the fucking price” Sophie declared.

“Right away with Lady Penwood” John said and ran out of the room and the moment he was gone Sophie’s strength left her and Benedict saw as he rushed to his pregnant wives side and caught her just in time and held her as she sobbed.

“My baby!! They’ve got our baby Ben” she cried

“We’ll get him back. They’re stupid to think they will get away with this. We will get him back. I swear on my life. Come hell or high water and if they’ve hurt a single hair on his head i will personally make sure they pay for it with blood a hundred times worse than they have done to him” Benedict vowed as tears fell down his own face.

He wanted to go pound the pavement, bang on the doors of all their known associates and enemies and demand they tell what they know.

They needed Anthony here. He’d keep a calmer head than them right now and help them through this.

It was the longest hour of their lives as they waited for news and their family. And finally Anthony burst in, a face like thunder, looking scarier than Sophie had ever remembered seeing him as he barged In “we’ve got a lead on Charlie!”

[knitasha]

NaNoWriMo: The Vividorium

I'm woefully behind on my NaNoWriMo project, but still managing to write every day. I'll be happy if I can get to 7,000 tonight.

I'm still not 100% confident in my writing to post everything on here, but here's a small chunk. It definitely feels like I'm writing in a vacuum too much - writing about what is going on instead of showing what's going on, but I haven't figured out how to fix that yet.

Constructure criticism welcome!

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Emelia had intended to make her way to the park where the Christmas Market was set up to get a first look of the area. Although the market opened at 12pm each day, she expected the crowds would wait until the evening to descend on the stalls when the sun had gone down and the lights would twinkle light stars across the whole park.

The travel notebook tucked into her purse had a list of the vendors she was most looking forward to seeing and she had included the broad type of item each booth was expected to sell as well as specific items she’d found on each vendor’s website that she was particularly excited about for her parents, brother, and friends.

The light was red as she came up on the next corner and she looked around appreciatively at the rows of shops lining the street as she waited for the crossing line to change when her eyes came to rest on a store tucked between a cafe and a pet supply store. A brightly colored sign hung from the wall - The Vividorium - and a beautiful, half-finished replica of Starry Night sat in an easel in the window along with an array of oil paint tubes and scattering of brushes.  

Making a split second decision, Emelia turned and jogged to crossed the street other pedestrians were already walking across, abandoning her original plans. She’d just pop in for a second and then could go on her way to the market.

The room insight was uncomfortably hot after the sharp chill she’d been walking through for the past 20 minutes and she quickly pulled off her gloves and stuffed them into her purse.

“Welcome in,” floated from the back of the store, “I’ll be out in a moment.”

“No rush,” she called back, running her fingers over the covers of the sketchbooks piled high on the table just inside. 

The narrow store was lined with tall birch bookshelves. The shelves along the right side held notebooks and canvases of various sizes. She was tempted by a lime green LEUCHTTURM dot journal, but remembered her last two failed bullet journals and left it on the shelf.

Along the left shelves were cups of pens, pencils, markers, and brushes by the window. Then came the paints - acrylics, oils, gouache, and watercolors in sets and individual tubes and pans with brightly colored wrappers formed rainbows along the wall.

Emelia had picked up a tiny travel palette of watercolors when the owner of the earlier voice emerged from the back.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m just looking.”

“That’s a nice set,” the woman gestured to the palette still in Emelia’s hands, “Good if you’ve got an eye for mixing colors since there aren’t too many in there.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t really know much about painting. I’d love to learn, but there was never enough time. But now that I’m on vacation…”

It was all the woman, whose name turned out to be Joan, needed to hear and 20 minutes later Emelia exited the art store with a not-so-small paper bag in hand filled with a 100-color watercolor palette that was surprisingly small for containing so many colors, a set of metal travel brushes, a water reservoir, a booklet of watercolor paper to practice on, and a pad of blank postcards that Joan had insisted would be good for sending paintings to her family. Emelia wasn’t so sure anything she could create at this point would be worth sending to anyone, but Joan had been more than a little intimidating in her enthusiasm and Emelia wasn’t sure she would be allowed to leave without them.

[hannawithno-h-intheend]

Daily Routine of a Straight-A Student (School Days)

Hi! This is my daily routine that I at least try to adhere to. Please feel free to adjust it according to your circumstances. This routine really got me through my (stressful) days at an extremely academically rigorous school. hope it helps :)

first off, this is my overall schedule.

5:50 - get up

6:40 - leave for school

7:40 - arrive at school

4:00 - class ends & extracurriculars

6:00 - study session starts

10:00 - study session ends, head home

11:30 - sleep

Morning ~ Before Class

Wake up early. I used to be one of those night owls, staying up all night trying to study. But at some point, I realized that I could not focus as half as much. As my school is pretty far away(I need to take the school bus for an hour), I like to wake up around 5:50. As soon as you wake up, move your body a bit. I like to stretch out on my yoga mat but do whatever makes you the most energized. This does not have to be strenuous, a good three minutes will do to wake you up.

Prepare yourself for the day. It is important that you feel motivated at the start of your day. I usually shower at night, so I just wash my face and have breakfast. Never skip meals! You need those foods to concentrate in class. An apple or a banana will do if you're not very hungry in the morning. If you like dressing up, do that! My school has uniforms so I put them on, sometimes wear makeup, put on my favorite pair of Mary Jane, tie my hair up, and we're good to go. Check the bag that you already packed last night, grab your headphones and your phone, and leave your house. I leave at 6:40 to catch my bus.

Commute. I ride the school bus at about 6:50, and it's a fifty minutes ride. So I usually try to sleep to save myself from sleep deprivation or read a book with my headphones on. I'm currently reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt and it's really fun!

Daytime - Lectures

Before class. When you get to the school, (for me it's about 7:40) sit down, take your planner out, and plan out your day. Don't spend too much time on planning, 5-10 minutes will be enough. I use a bullet journal type, but anything that helps you plan works! Organize yourself for the day. Lay out all your needed supplies; notebooks, pens, textbooks, files, etc. Have a bottle of water with you just in case! Once you're done with these, preview your textbook for your next period. Skim through the passage and circle keywords or key phrases with a pencil. When I'm done with all these it's about 8:10 and I spend the next 20 minutes chatting with my friends since the first period starts at 8:30.

During Class. CONCENTRATE!!! I think the top students always concentrate in the class since it's not going to be able to rewind later. Pay attention as if it's your last time. If you have a choice, sit in the front row. Be present and try to participate in class discussions, answer questions, and ask questions. Do NOT be afraid of asking questions about something you don't know! The smartest students in my school always ask excessive amounts of questions, almost as if they are stalking the teacher. Take notes but never let that be your priority. Make your notes legible, but aesthetics honestly does not matter that much.

Between Classes. If you have a question to ask the teacher, go ahead and do that. Re-read the material and your notes. Try to remember what the teacher said. I'm a verbal/auditory learner, so I try to summarise the concept in my own words. This can take longer on your first shot, but after practice, it should take about 5-7 minutes. After reviewing, preview for your next period. Repeat this!

After School - Extracurriculars

4:00 - 5:20

Participate in extracurriculars! It's beneficial for your portfolio and also is stress relieving. Join clubs. I'm in the school newspaper and Model UN, but you can join more fun activities like cheerleading, soccer, orchestra, and band. Be active and try to put 100% in your extracurriculars, but most importantly, have fun! I also take extra credit classes in maths and advanced English but I'm thinking of dropping it since it's too much work.

After extracurricular activities, I head to the cafeteria with friends and have dinner. My school has a mandatory self-study session from 6 to 10, so we have both lunch and dinner in school! It's a shame that the school food is- not the best.

Nighttime Self-Study Session

Review. If you study what you've learned daily, you won't have to worry about not remembering anything later. Review every single subject you've learned about today. It doesn't have to be a grand 'study,' just re-organize your notes and try to remember key concepts without looking at them. This should take about an hour and a half, more or less, depending on the subjects. (6:00-7:30)

Study your weak subjects. Now, I've seen many students making the mistake of only focusing on what they already do well. But in order to improve, you must study the subjects that always pull your GPA down, that one subject that annoys you. For me, that's maths, so I solve math problems for about an hour and a half. Make sure to invest in your weakness, since it is better to have straight As than many A*s and one D. (7:40-9:00)

Study one additional subject of your choice. Since you want to balance out your studies, place one subject per weekday, and study that for an hour. For example, I go with: Monday-Korean, Tuesday-Science, Wednesday- English, Thursday - German, and Friday - Sociology. Of course, if you feel a need to study German twice, do that! Just remember to keep balance :) (9:00-10:00)

Home

After another hour of the school bus ride(which I usually spend taking with my friends), I come home around 10:50. At this point of the day, I'm usually worn out and need to rest. I take a nice warm shower, scroll through my phone answering messages and emails, do a quick yoga routine, and tuck myself in at 11:30 pm. I used to study until 12:30am, but I became so sleep deprived so I started to sleep earlier, and I can't be happier with my decision.

Final regards

Thank you for reading this amazingly long routine of mine, I hope the best for all of you, and have a wonderful day! Leave questions or feedback anytime :)

[dsumpsbluey]

Unofficial Bluey Timeline: Part IV

Welcome back to another installment in the Unofficial Bluey Timeline; this week, we'll be covering episodes 16-20 (Yoga Ball thru Markets).

Yoga Ball - Episode 16

Bandit plays too rough

Debuts and Details:

The yoga ball is what Bandit sits on due to changing Bluey's diapers in the past. We do see him with a normal, green chair when the yoga ball is elsewhere.

While the stairway room has minimal changes, it IS missing a drawing of a dog near the glass doors on the left side (pic #1)

We get the first glimpse of the "Please" face running gag

(What constitutes as a "Please" face, is ears drooped, hands crossed, sparkled eyes, and sometimes a verbal "Please")

Bingo plays as "Lan" for a short bit, and Bluey reads a green book with a koala face on the cover.

This episode is when Bingo learns how to do her "Big Girl Bark", which brings up an interesting situation, considering she was able to do this in "Takeaway", meaning this would take place before that episode.

According to the Bluey Wiki, this was the first episode to be produced for season 1, which could explain the last bullet point (Takeaway was #4).

This episode is also the first time the girls' ages were revealed to be 6 for Bluey, and 4 for Bingo (Which we already assumed for this timeline)

In the end of the episode, the yoga ball ('Bally') sports two rainbow and one unicorn sticker, a callback to an earlier scene.

This episode, like some other season 1 episodes, was a tad slow, but still enjoyable

Favorite Part: The please face that gets me every time.

Calypso - Episode 17

Bluey and schoolmates create a society

Debuts and Details:

Calypso, as well as Rusty, Indy, The Terriers, and Pretzel make their debuts.

Coco, Indy and Chloe play as mothers, and their kids' names are [UNKNOWN], Polly, and Rodrick.

The Terriers play as "Romans", which means romans existed in the Bluey-verse.

Rusty and Indy are set up as the caretakers for Polly.

Episodes with Bluey's classmates are cool to see, especially if its for the whole episode; its nice to step away from the main family and see the other kids spend time on screen.

Favorite Part: Pretzel being a bum; he's unironically my favorite character despite getting little screentime after this.

The Doctor - Episode 18

Bingo runs a clinic

Debuts and Details:

Bingo's plush rabbit "Floppy", makes a very brief appearance when Bingo is operating on Lucky.

Bluey plays as "Edna", while Bingo plays as the doctor (a swap from "Hospital")

Just your average playdate episode. cute.

Favorite Part: When Bingo starts operating on Lucky (like why does she charge towards him like that?)

The Claw - Episode 19

Bluey and Bingo learn the claw machine

Debuts and Details:

"Grey Dancer", Bingo's plush dolphin appears.

Bingo does bark, but it isn't the signature "Big Girl Bark"

Chilli is eating a salad, her favorite

Bluey and Bingo sit in opposite seats than usual, although given the fact both are harnessed similarly, it doesn't entirely matter.

This is the second time they are shown in the car, so I guess I'll describe what the back looks like;

There's a green bag, loose almonds, and some pens/pencils thrown around. The booster seats also look very identical to each other (it looks like they copy-pasted, the flipped it), and importantly nothing in the middle seat (although the driver angle shows the middle with two cushions).

The front door room now has a red seat instead of a yellow seat (which went missing in "Horsey Ride")

Both Chilli and Bandit use their left hands to portray the claw, which many suspect them as being left-hand dominant users. (Das cool)

Bandit misspells the word "Holder" despite having a PhD in Archaeology (Possible answers: "Holdr", "Holdre", "Holber", "Holdeer", "Holderr", "Holeder", "Holda", "Holdar")

The first instance of the girls admitting they didn't learn anything

I like how this episode shows the method of play by both the parents, as Chilli operates the claw to be fair, but not challenging, whereas Bandit operates the claw to be challenging, yet rewarding while also highlighting the negative effects of game addiction. He turns it into a lesson that while unspecified and a bit harsh, is effective in its own right.

Favorite Part: Definitely Bandit's claw machine.

Markets - Episode 20

Bluey and Indy attempt to spend money

Debuts and Details:

This is the first of several instances of the "Floss" dance being shown, cuz this series is so hip.

Chilli can't floss, but Bandit can. Das why he's still cool.

Apparently 5 bucks is the new norm for the tooth fairy.

This ep was altered in Disney releases due to a controversial scene of a horse taking a massive dump in front of children.

Indy is revealed to not eat foods with added ingredients, wheat, sugar, gluten, and dairy

"Markets", like "Bob Bilby" before, has many new and returning faces in the background, so I'll make this more of a "Who's there" showcase, than a simple debut (BOLD for debut)

We start off with the background filler characters that surprisingly all show up in the first shot of the market. Via crappy description, this includes from left-to-right, Tan colored dog; light orange dog w/ lighter ear tips; dark purple dog w/ white hands; greenish-white curly dog; dark blue curly dog; Brown top white bottom dog; lavender colored dog; white dog with back spot that only appears for one scene for some reason; orange dog that looks like Rusty, even down to the tail design; and finally brown dog w/ brown spots [He shows up in later episodes, and is named "Postie" by the wiki].

Next shot shows Indy's mum and her shop, as well as Indy.

A zoomed out shot shows a brown-orange-white dog in another stall, but covered up by a teddy bear display and newspaper. [The wiki claims this to be the "Surfer" dog in "The Beach"]

After Indy joins Bluey, we see Rocko releasing bubbles in the air, as well as Mrs. Retriever in another stall; zoom out again and we see Pat (Lucky's Dad) shopping.

We see our first recognizable debut of the "Pony Lady", a brown gradient dog, and her two ponies, "Biscuits" who's decorated as a blue Pegasus, and "Buttermilk" who's dressed as a pink Unicorn.

The German Sausage stand is operated by Gruber and his dad.

The Poffertjes stand is operated by the "Poffertjes Dog", a light brown husky of Dutch descent.

Cornelius, Winton's dad, shows up offering toffee apples; Winton does later show up in the ep to get his dad a German Sausage.

Busker, an orange dog musician and definite fursona of series composer Joff Bush, makes his debut.

Buddy donates 5 dollarbucks.

Gruber gets carrot juice from the juice stall operated by Juniper's mum and Juniper.

Juniper gets carrots from a basenji in a produce stand.

Honey's mum, Daisy purchases mushrooms from the same place.

At the end of the episode, Bluey looses another tooth which is never discussed about or even shown in any episode afterwards. In the development of the timeline, this could lead to two scenarios:

Forget the fact she lost another tooth, and proceed with the later episodes. (Preferred method, b/c its simpler to forget the tooth as it doesn't serve any purpose afterwards; also cost-effective cuz why would they have to alter Bluey's model to remove a single tooth?).

Let the tooth grow back, and assume the next ep doesn't happen for another month or so (Could set back the episode in terms of the timeline for no exact reason, or if left alone, makes no sense why we have to wait for that long for a single tooth to grow).

Favorite Part: "5 Bucks", I like how the interaction serves as short argument between the parents, while at the same time maintaining the allusion of the Tooth Fairy for Bluey. (I mean the tooth fairy is real, right?)

This concludes the 4th part of the Unofficial Bluey Timeline. Pretty interesting findings for this week with the bark and markets. If you have any questions about these findings or any that I missed, as always leave a comment in the post. With that, see you next week for another installment of the UBT.

[shoshanajoy]

Bunny Journal

I'm very late to the party, but I've just started a bullet journal (or BuJo, for those in the know, apparently.)

And obviously, my BuJo isn't a bullet journal -- it's a Bunny Journal! If you're not familiar with bullet journals, there's a whole methodology behind them: https://bulletjournal.com/. But basically it's a way of customizing a blank journal so that it works for however the user organizes their life.

I've done some basic pages, but there's still plenty to play with.

Also, I made a cover for it -- a la Midori traveler's notebook system thingamabob. I ripped the guts out of an old planner, covered it in fabric and edging, glued everything together, and tied on some elastic and a shoelace. Right now, it fits 2 notebooks, but I think it will be fine to add a third (I just need to buy more elastic). I love that I can attach a pen and pencil, but I have a feeling the weak glue will give out shortly.

Brownie points to whomever can figure out the piece of music!

Now the the trick will be continuing to use it...

(Also, Badhaai Do and A Room with a View are fantastic)