#lawyer mc

[crink]

Im so excited. Love those guys. This was the best possible outcome.

[tiger-grace]

watching saiki k is essentially watching a character who absolutely hates slice of life stories and is doomed to forever be stuck in one

[voiceofthesilly]

His regina george ass is getting horrored

[moosemaster]

playing blooming panic again...they truly crack me up

[writterings]

the thing they don't tell you about most mlm romance books is that they fucking suck ass

[untitledrockstar-if]

holdonholdonholdon, R and mc arent married? is mc stupid? do they not know the benefits & protection of marriage? they are financially dependent on this bitch - can they get smacked upside the head? just once. please?

i dont know why you thought they were married, bc this story would be wildly different if they were lmaooo also lbr, the prenup would go crazy and leave mc with nothing still

[infamous-if]

Hey Amy! Thanks so much for this story, you've created a world so immersive and colorful, and I am on the edge of my seat for what comes next!

I just wanted to ask if we will we learn what happened in the days between the vote and fight night?

Did MC and Seven not talk and clear things up with each other after the votation? I don't understand why Seven would have an outburst like that if they and MC managed to discuss the issue of Seven being taken off lead vocals. I thought the two were bestfriends and/or partners? How do two people so "attached" to each other not talk about such a huge decision? Did Seven or MC just go poof after the vote, only to return the night of the party?

I understand that it may be spoiler-y for you to answer, but I just wanted to clear things up and develop a timeline. I think knowing what happened between the vote and the party will help me (and perhaps other players) understand if Seven's actions were warranted.

Thanks again for taking the time to read this ask and for infamous!

I mentioned this in passing but Seven sort of kept their feelings down for the sake of the band until they couldn’t take it anymore. So outwardly Seven was trying their best to be okay with it even if they weren’t. They didn’t go “poof” they were still around and tried to do the background vocals thing and realized they’re useless in the band, which sort of made how they felt about it even worse. Seven did try. They hated it, but they tried. And no matter how attached two people are, there will always be some things harder to talk about than others.

I mean…Seven can sort of say the same too? “How can someone who claims to be attached to me be okay with this when they know all I wanted was to be a lead singer?”

Seven didn’t want to ruin anything but they also couldn’t keep their feelings down for too long. Of course they talked about it but it was more that they didn’t go deeper than what it was.

Basically, if they talked about how sev felt about it, it would’ve been:

Mc: “are u okay with this?”

7: “yeah whatever”

So two problems here: 1) MC didn’t inquire further and 2) 7 didn’t share how they really felt. 7 was obviously bothered but if they said they’re alright… there’s not much MC can do if 7 insists they’re fine even when it’s obvious they’re not

Then having an outburst in that way was more from the alcohol lmao instead of sharing their feelings calmly, it was more of a dam that broke.

Like I said, it’s a lot of nuances and just,,,,very messy haha

Also thank you so much!! Glad you like it!!!

[lavenderjewels]

higuruma is a great character for many reasons, but one of those is how supportive he is towards yuuji because i also was willing to put my life on the line to defend yuuji itadori moments after meeting him

[canarydarity]

after two years of playing minecraft I guess you coudl say im still learning things haha. and by "learning things," well, i mean. nothing at all.

[just-another-star-47]

🌶 NSFW 🌶

@vienguinn drawing of law student Seb made me do things. 😅 Sadly I'm incapable of writing wholesome and healthy relationships, so now you have to deal with lawyer Sebastian and thief f!MC. 😅

It turns to soft smut, but is focused more on feelings than what they are doing, so only mildly explicit. (Still smut, though.)

~ 1700 words

If you want to read the 'original' version with my OC Luscinia, find the second GIF, it's posted below. 😊 (The difference is actually just the use of her name and the mention of one of her features..)

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, her eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘MC...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, their eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘Lu...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her pale skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please, Lu..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

[endiecutieo6]

So I hate the amount of detail on Inverse Mercury-

I still can’t believe I went through all the goddamn effort to make some 3D models to make drawing him easier and they still look like ASS

PLZ be nice I’m not good at 3D modeling

[humbuns]

Finally felt super motivated to draw something for my mc so it's time for Xy (he/they) to be on the spotlight!! 💥💥

[tikay21]

🐺Prof. Dr. Jaxx Winter-Conroy

back - next You can find more information and context through the hashtags attached below. and a bit more under the cut ...

Jaxx Winter-Conroy is the oldest son of Saint and Jolene. His younger siblings are Cloud - Leroy and Joshua. He is probably the Sim I’ve played the most, maybe even more than his parents, if you count the time in Sims 3, where everything revolved around him since his birth and I really love this guy that much.

He was a rebellious teenager, highly intelligent, and bored at school, feeling undervalued and labeled. He didn’t have it easy, despite - or maybe because of - his father’s status.

(at this time i didn't document my GP with screenshots, so i've barely some - i'd redone some with their remake version here in S4 and catch up state of play in fast through GP) Back then, Jaxx was an outsider, but there was this girl from a good family, Athena Best (maybe some of you remember her - NPC from S3), who, much to her highly esteemed parents’ dismay, saw something in Jaxx.

They became friends, and that friendship grew into a deep love. She motivated him, and she was his reason to pull himself together. He managed to graduate respectably, leaving all doors open for him. Shortly after turning adult, he married Athena, and soon after, she became pregnant. But fate struck again - before their son was born, Athena was kidnapped (I had to cope with a save issue and she got lost :( - so I had to handle with this in a way).

Jaxx dropped everything and dedicated himself fully to finding her, but he failed.

Restless and driven by grief and loss, he traveled the world, started studying archaeology and went on several expeditions, collecting antiques, and explored the most remote corners of the globe. Eventually, he landed in Asia and spent a long time in a monastery, where he learned martial arts.

Finally, he returned home, founded a dojo, and began studying law. During his studies, he lived with two close friends in a rented house - James Beaufort and Tarik Bolton.

On campus, he met Sarah Mahony, who became pregnant with his child - unplanned.

After Jaxx graduated with flying colors, Sarah dropped out of university and moved with Jaxx to his parents’ estate in Brindleton Bay. Sarah was an unstable, rather childish person, and couldn’t handle the responsibility. Eventually, she left Jaxx and left little Damon with him.

But that wasn’t all… when a new member joined his father’s band 'Gravity', Jaxx felt in love with the young guitarist, Thia Winterfels, and the two quickly became a couple. She was his 2nd great love. Another wedding followed, and Jaxx and Thia had twins - Rahel and Hannah.

But fate struck once more, Thia died in a tragic accident with her horse. Jaxx threw himself into work and steadily climbed the ranks in reputation.

Today, he is simply the top attorney in my world. Meanwhile, there have been more women and children. Despite everything, he is a wonderful loving dad and does everything he can for his family. I hope he finds his inner peace one day.

Prof. rer. nat. archeology Dr. jur. Jaxx Winter-Conroy Sims made by me @tikay

Conroy - Family-Tree

[cassie-thorne]

[nthflower]

I hate Nate fallout tbh like not the concept of male sole survivor but default Nate as sole survivor. He is just what? A soldier who loses his wife and baby how original.

A normal lawyer who loses her husband and baby and then turns into a terminator post apocalypse to find her baby is funnier.

Plus being a lawyer in the post apocalypse is more interesting than being a soldier post apocalypse.

Like a lawman in a lawless world, first trying to find her baby but then fights for the rights of people and against injustice. But this time not only in the courtroom but also with being a double agent and using her fists as her mind. Becoming a defender but in a different way.

Also I hate soldiers and I love women so I am super biased btw <3

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

Internal inconsistency is so funny. I'm down bad for many entirely fictional often fake biker men. EZ Reyes. Deacon St John. Crash. Absolutely never even been passingly attracted to any of the real life bikers I've met, not even for a glancing second, and I've met an absurd amount of bikers for a nerd with TBI paranoia. I had a friend for a while who was like, the pet mascot--mouse, I think was the term--of what she swore was an entirely normal above board just hobbyist motorcycle club. As far as I can tell, she genuinely thought this to be true. I picked her up at a hang out bar once and it took me like five minutes of one on one conversation with one of her guys to find out their going rates for pills and then some harder shit they sold. "Don't tell the mouse." Absolutely not. I don't tell her about any of the shit I used to sell, either. peace and love on planet earth.