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how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too ♡

Note: this is not my post and it's blushydior's post that everyone been searching for, so i thought why not making it as a post,and blushy if you see this, please don't kill me i know you said that you'll change your post but you disappeared After that.

♡ table of contents:

1. the importance of making this post

2.my take on manifestation + the 3D

3. HOW I DID IT - my journey in 4 phases i went through that include my mindset changes up to the moment i got my desires 

4. your new rules & routine from this moment on

5. a note from me!

6. frequently asked questions: separated into topics regarding the 3D, self concept + miscellaneous questions to have you leaving this post stress free.

now let’s get into it. read every bit of this post “ ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

I. THE IMPORTANCE OF MAKING THIS POST

i’ve been through it all. you can read my experiences from old life in the “my life before” section of my success story + here, here, here and here. this is my success story on how the law of assumption has changed my life. as you can see from the “how” section of the post, i had purposely left it short, sweet and simple to avoid people complicating the simplicity of the law of assumption. but as time went on, anons and other blogs made me realize that since people do tend to over-complicate the law, the need i felt to make an in-depth post on how i personally manifested through my hard circumstances grew strong.

my blog often highlights topics that pertain to mental health, so i want to make sure those who find themselves in the same situations as i once were feel seen, heard and loved. you are all so powerful, amazing and hold so much potential more than you know. with this post, i hope i am able to help you realize that fact to the best of my abilities.

𝐈𝐈. MY TAKE ON MANIFESTATION + THE 3D

something that you’ll see me say all the time is: “life is a blank canvas.” that’s because it truly is.

remember that you are working with the law of assumption. what you assume to be true, is true. nothing is set in stone unless you say it is. things have meaning only if you assign it one.

you are the sole creator of your life. you are the artist that controls the brush/pen, you control what goes on and off of this very malleable canvas we call life. you don’t have to do anything. therefore,

you don’t have to: affirm 24/7, be specific, word your affirmations correctly, listen to subliminals, ignore the 3D, be positive all the time, meditate, have high vibrations, script, visualize, do sats or lullaby, go into the void, affirm in the present tense, avoid the mirror, etc.

you can literally say a random word like “bonk” and if saying it means you have all your desires or money is constantly filling your bank account, then that’s what will happen!

“but what if my subconscious doesn’t know what it means?” your subconscious mind is literally you. it’s not some stranger separate from you. if you want a scene to play out a certain way on a specific date or a romantic partner with all the most perfect qualities even if you can’t name it all at the top of your head, your subconscious has your back with the details! you have your own back. don’t worry.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO IGNORE THE 3D.

read that again and again and again and again and-if your circumstances are quite literally in your face, how can you turn the other way and ignore it? you could if you wanted but you’ll only be doing more harm and we don’t want that, right?

“so then what do i do?” you KNOW it’s going to change. it’s challenging when you don’t fully believe the law to know it’s going to change, so for a start, tell yourself that this is not the end. why? because the moment you had a desire and claimed it as yours, it has already been set stone in the 4D so the 3D has no choice but to reflect it. this is your movie, you KNOW this is not the end. you are director and star of this movie! you control how it’s going to play out.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. HOW I DID IT - The 4 Phases (more so, 3)

PHASE 1:

i found out about manifestation from tiktok. from there i have tried scripting, law of attraction and had taken a liking into the craft. i tried it all until i found out about the law of assumption, sammy ingram and finally, tumblr.

PHASE 2:

upon finding out about loassumption tumblr, i had learned more and more about the law but as time went on, i had realized i had never really fully tried to apply the law. the idea just didn’t come about to apply it. as many others, i had overconsumed information, always wondering if i was doing it right, questioning the 3D,

so i took a break. upon discharge, i realized many things and decided to spend an extended amount of time alone, away from social media. i’m someone who values alone time as long as if it’s spent wisely.

during this time away from tumblr and sns platforms in general, constantly surrounded by other people’s takes, information, and opinions, i had learned so much about the law of assumption on my own! i went into the law of assumption with a fresh mind, actually applying the knowledge and overtime of affirming and persisting, i ACTUALLY understood the meaning behind “creation is finished. it is done.”

i’m advising you to step away from social media (that on it’s own has negative impacts) and be alone with your thoughts. i know your thoughts haven’t had it’s time to be alone because you’re most likely constantly seeking information to help you. and i don’t blame you. it’s just that, you are always bombarded by thoughts that aren’t your own, you barely give some time to yourself to think for yourself!

and if you can’t help but be on tumblr for other reasons than loassumption, unfollow blogs for the time being, scroll past informational posts to avoid second guessing your application. tell yourself that

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT!

PHASE 3:

when it was time to apply the law, i simplified it. you choose what you desire, you affirm from your desire and persist. okay! got it. so that’s what i did. i affirmed whenever i thought about my desire, i kept saying that it is done! so in phase 2, i mentioned how i realized how creation was ACTUALLY done, right? before deciding to apply the law, i kept seeing posts saying that but i didn’t really fully understand it until the realization hit me during my time away from social media. (see? i love alone time. solitude is my bff) — here’s my breakdown for you:

once you decide a desire is yours to claim, THE SECOND you affirm that, in your head, imagination, your 4D, it is ALREADY yours. therefore, it has no choice to become physical reality. (this is why your subconscious only needs to hear things once in order for it to conform!)

it will always be yours for as long as you sustain that assumption (persist), it is yours! no matter what.

this is the meaning of “it is done.” it’s like telling a chef what dish you want, once they know what you want, they’ve got you covered. except that this chef is you. you know the details of your desire, you declare it’s going to conform instantly so why are you worrying? there is no need to worry.

informational post on the 4D + 3D here:

❝ If you judge after appearances, you will continue to be enslaved by the evidence of your senses. To break this hypnotic spell of the senses you are told, "Go within and shut the door,” The door of the senses must be tightly shut before your new claim can be honored .Instead of fighting against the evidence of the senses you claim yourself to be that which you desire to be. As your attention is placed on this claim, the doors of the senses automatically close against your former master (that which you were conscious of being). As you become lost in the feeling of being (that which you are now claiming to be true of yourself) the doors of the senses once more open, revealing your world to be the perfect expression of that which you are conscious of being. ❞

i kept time away from social media and being persistent really helped me be aware of my thoughts.

persistence has helped me:

be aware of thoughts that i wouldn’t have been able to catch before. for example, i was declaring that i have all of my desires and creation was done, but i found myself affirming “okay but where is it?” — this made me realize i was questioning my desires in my 3D even though i knew it was done in the 4D. (you don’t have to do this, you can imply your 3D conforms fast with whatever affs)

flip and interrupt my intrusive thoughts faster and faster the more i persisted. i hated my intrusive thoughts so much. like it was so annoying and hurtful. it was filled with replaying past scenarios that happened to me, things i wished had played out differently, just people who absolutely did not deserve the right to be occupying my mind and space! so i was grateful to learn that with persistence, i started to have less and less of those.

(see!! mental diet, persistence!! <3 this is how habits form and strengthen duhh. remember not to abandon common sense for the law)

AND THEN, PHASE 4:

i had entered sabbath, the state of the wish fulfilled, calm and relaxation that my desire has already manifested and there wasn’t nothing left for me to do other than persist. after so much persisting and saturating my mind with my affirmations, i reached being peace with my desires. i’m really glad i persisted. see how after persistence of assumptions, though false, will harden into fact? see how even your affirmations would feel “fake” at first but will soon feel natural to you? this means that i wasn’t questioning where it was, how long it was taking, etc. but this doesn’t mean i was ignoring my 3D. i saw it all but i knew it was going to change BECAUSE i felt peace in my inevitable desires.

then, i received my desires.

❝ I couldn’t possibly be worried about anything if I really believe that imagining creates reality. ❞

❝ When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that the desire is fulfilled. Feeling grateful, fulfilled, or thankful, it is easy to say, “Thank You,” “Isn’t it wonderful!” or “It is finished.” When you get into the state of thankfulness, you can either awaken knowing it is done, or fall asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled. ❞

𝐈𝐕. YOUR NEW RULES & ROUTINE

☆┆YOUR 3 NEW RULES ARE:

1, you have all your desires:

i have all of my desires.

creation is finished. it is done.

2. you manifest quickly and easily:

manifesting is always so easy and instant for me.

i always manifest within 2 days or less, the 3D conforms instantly.

the 3D instantly reflect my 4D.

the physical reality instantly reflects my 4D/imaginative reality.

3. you are okay because nothing can stop you from getting the inevitable:

everything is going to be okay because creation is done.

i am always aware of my thoughts. nothing can stop/get in the way of my desires.

no amount of intrusive thoughts, events and opinions of others have the power to stop my manifestations.

✉️: choose one affirmation from each list or make one of your own that makes you feel comfortable.

☆┆ROUTINE:

affirm on loop as an act of saturating your mind whenever you think of your desire until you feel satisfied,

in the morning, after you wake up: saturate your mind with affs.

read the manifesting vaunt below everyday (whenever you feel like it) — read it over and over again until you feel confident then go about your day!!

at night, before you sleep, affirm this:

“i kept all my thoughts in check today. i didn’t waver once. my mind is completely saturated with the new story.”

optional tip: if you want to saturate your mind even more as a start, you can set reminders with sticky notes around your space, have affs on your phone lock screen or wear a bracelet.

✉️ NOTE: soon enough, your mind will be saturated and you won’t need to do this anymore. this is just a start for those who battle intrusive thoughts!

let yourself feel any emotions that may come up because of your hard circumstances then once it’s out of your system, affirm your rules, especially rule #3!

do not consume any loassumption information if you know it will only cause you to second guess your ability. if you have the urge to ask a blog a question, try to make sense of what they will say and answer it yourself.

in times of doubt, remember that life is a blank canvas. your desire is set in stone, so your only task is to persist.

REASSURANCE VAUNT

creation is ACTUALLY finished. it is done. the second i claimed my desires as mine, it has already manifested itself in the 4D so it has no choice to present itself in the 3D! all i have to do is affirm and persist. i always have unwavering faith in my manifesting abilities and the law. i never fail. i am successful at every single thing i do. manifesting is so effortless. no amount of doubt, worry, fear, anxiety, intrusive thoughts or events can ever, and i mean EVER stop my manifestations. why? because i said so. this is MY life. i make the rules. so if i say i manifest easily, the 3D conforms instantly and that i have all of my desires, then it is a FACT. i’m literally unstoppable. everything i want is inevitable. my only task is to persist, sit back and relax as the 3D reflects my 4D. it all happens so fast, but what else do you expect from a master manifester like me?

SOMETHING TO NOTE:

most of the time, people think affirming on loop is saying it like a robot but what you don’t realize is that you’re affirming as if you’re reading a book. it’s not filled with enthusiasm but it’s not exactly monotone either. stop overthinking it. it’s like the voice you’re reading this post with. correct?

again, soon enough, your affirmations will feel natural and you won’t feel the need to affirm constantly. the routine above was given for those who battle intrusive thoughts, making your affirmations dominate to the point where you don’t waver.

QUOTES on STATES:

❝ I paid thirty dollars for my first suit. Today a suit will cost me $200.00, but regardless of the cost, when the suit is new I am aware of it. But let me wear it long enough for it to feel natural and I will no longer be conscious of it. The same is true for a state. You may desire the state of fame. If you will think you are famous and remain conscious of the state long enough to make it natural, as the thoughts flow from you they become a natural part of your body of beliefs, and the world will proclaim your fame. ❞

❝ I urge you to use your own wonderful creative power and deliberately move into the state of your choice. Make it now by occupying the state long enough so that it feels natural. Haven’t you had a suit of clothes that felt so new you were conscious of them every moment? I know when I bought my first suit I walked down Fifth Avenue thinking everyone I passed knew my suit was new. People passing paid no attention to me, but I was so aware, so conscious of my new suit. That’s exactly that happens when you move into a new state. If the state of affluence is new, you think everyone knows it, but no one knows or cares whether you are rich or poor, so walk in the state until it becomes natural. The moment the feeling is natural, wealth is yours! ❞

𝐕. ENDING NOTE

i love you. read that again. you can do it. read that again. i am so so so so proud of you. read that again! you are so strong, you have SOO much potential and power. it’s time for you to tap into it, angel. stop making excuses. stop telling yourself you can’t do it. stop the nonsense! you’ve dealt with your hard circumstances long enough, it’s time for you to turn to the person who can make that change (you) and make it happen. i’m really sorry you have to go through what you did. you certainly do not deserve the unkind treatment. give yourself a hug and tell yourself that this. is. it. you’re going to make the change. you know it and i do too. it’s possible. nothing is impossible for the person who believes! keep the faith in yourself. nothing can stop you.

it’s like those movies where the mc finds out they hold so much power. they doubt it because of the life they’ve had so far but once they give it a shot, they become the most powerful hero ever. you are that hero!!!

i love you and i am, again, giving you the biggestttt hug ever.

now, with that being said, @blushydior​ will no longer be taking asks regarding this topic. i’ve cleared most of the questions that could ever arise. you don’t need my guidance anymore after this post! im seeing you off now. i love you. stay safe. know that you’re loved and hold the power to change your life.

— kisses from bambi ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

ps. make sure you clicked the words that have links! <3 (the links are missing)

𝐕𝐈. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Something you wish you could’ve told yourself before you manifested it all to make things easier for anyone struggling:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

you guys are beating yourself up for something so simple. take a step back and realize that. you’re already dealing with such hard circumstances, so why are you literally degrading yourself for something so within your power and reach? tell yourself everything is going to be okay. you’re always doing your best. you deserve the WORLD.

I could write a whole novel, combine all the posts on tumblr teaching the law of assumption, and every helpful ask out there but at the end of the day, YOU are the only person who could change your life. YOU make the call. turn every doubtful question to a positive one, when in doubt, turn inwards toward the 4D and know that it is real. it is done the second you affirmed it so.

SPEND TIME ALONE.

i can NOT stress this enough. i didn’t include the details of my time alone in phase 2 for nothing. you’ll see that you can answer your own questions. you’ll catch the thoughts you missed because you have always been so adamant on getting answers to questions you already knew. take a deep breathe and stay firm.

SEE WHAT’LL HAPPEN IF YOU DON’T GIVE UP.

What did you affirm to get your dream life?

basically my affirmations i gave above and these. all i used were blanket affirmations.

What does persisting mean to you? What does persisting really feel like? Is it just like a mental diet? or what?

“persisting is sticking to what you want / the end no matter what you’re shown, told, and what you experience + picking yourself up after letting any negative emotions & thoughts pass by.” — blushydior from this ask here (sadly the link is missing:()

+ keeping your thoughts in line of the same category. to word this in a different way, i can affirm so many affirmations just as long as they mean the same thing to me!

“it also is a mental diet. we’re always persisting in something. it’s just a matter of what you’re persisting in. you either persist in your desire or negative/non-beneficial thought 24/7.”

“in your post about how you changed your life, you said you just affirmed and persisted. but from your other posts it seems like you read neville goddard books. so did you just affirm or did you do imaginal acts too? i get confused when people say “just affirm and persist” cause neville never said that.” (original ask here) (note from Eli: the link is missing).

“yes, i read his books and sometimes i would do imaginal acts but i would only do that bc it helped me get by my circumstances, yk? like if i was overwhelmed i would just daydream lol. its like how i read books to escape to another world. but i would say, affirming and persisting was what i focused more on.

i just used what worked for me and used his quotes as a reminder of the power of man. i didn’t want to bound myself to one’s teaching constantly worrying if im doing it “right” or not so instead, i went back to his quotes that consisted of telling me to persist, look inwards, finding confirmation in my imagination, etc whenever i needed a pick me up.

but correct me if i’m wrong, i’m pretty sure many of the success stories he shared consisted of people simply decreeing their desires and feeling the wish fulfilled simply by repetition and acceptance of their assumption.”

What is saturating your mind?

read about it here (the link is missing, but Basically it is repeating an affirmation every minute or hour until you feel fulfilled)

Do we have to believe our affirmations? Did you ever doubt the law in the process?

no, i did not believe my affirmations and YES of course i doubted the law but i kept persisting either way because what could i lose? and here i am.

Did you just affirm, persist, maintain a mental diet and that’s it? No SATS, going to the void, lullaby, repeating affirmations? Did you just got it sleep?

just affirming and persisting. sure, the occasional lullaby, i usually affirmed for 10 seconds max before i gave up. i couldn’t sleep without imagining some romantic scenario LOL #bambiexposed

How to deal with manipulation and narcissism?

remind yourself that you’re in advantage because you know about the law of assumption. life is a dream, you can literally have whatever you want just by affirming. if you know that, why allow yourself succumb to other people’s thoughts and beliefs? i couldn’t allow other people’s thoughts ruin my chance of living my dream life. the thought of it alone gave me the worst feeling.

How did you tackle the feelings of having no hope? + After being in the victim state for so long what did you do to get yourself out and actually stay out?

i persisted on loop whenever i doubted the law. i reminded myself that it doesn’t hurt to just be quiet, affirm and persist to live my dream life. just do it. you gain nothing from turning back to your old habits. see what’ll happen if you don’t give up. ❝ Do you always turn to your imagination and, no matter what happens, do you remain faithful to the state imagined? If you do, you have passed the test. But if every little rumor, doubt, or fear can move you around like a pawn on a chessboard, then you are not keeping the faith! ❞ ❝ Objects seem so independent of our perception of them that we incline to forget that they owe their origin to imagination.❞

What was the timeframe of when you got your desires?

about a week after deciding to be strict with self discipline, mind you, i was dealing with hard circumstances and intrusive thoughts for years. within this time span, i had entered sabbath so i immediately got my desires.

How did you kept a positive mindset when it looked like there was no movement?

refer back to phase 3

What was your affirming routine?

AT FIRST, when i started to get sick of overconsumption and not getting my desires, i knew my mind wasn’t saturated/my desires were not my dominant thoughts. so, i decided to be strict with myself. i reminded myself with pieces of paper in my room that said: ❝ PERSIST. new story only!❞ ❝ AFFIRM!❞

❝ 1.) the 3D conforms instantly.

2.) AFFIRM THE DESIRED

3.) BE LOT.❞

and taped them on the wall infront of my bed & one on my door so i can see it before i head out.

i didn’t need them anymore after a few days. (phase 3 & 4)

What did you do on all the days you woke up and things were still the same?

stop affirming that you don’t see results. i flipped the thought of “nothing’s changed.” to “i am in my desired reality, it is done.” and so on. be stern and remind yourself that you are in control. don’t fall prey to the 3D. turn inwards, find confirmation in the 4D. read quotes above.

How did you not react to the 3D?

i allowed myself to be angry. if i wanted to cry, i did. if i wanted to vent, i did. i ranted my feelings out in my head, aloud or in a journal then proceeded to go back to the new story after i cooled down.

But isn’t ranting “not letting the old story die out?”

you and i could rant until our minds are cleared, just as long as you flip my thoughts, you are on the right track. i ranted for 2% of my 24 hour days. the other 98% i was persisting in the fact that creation was done. as “time” went on, it began to feel more natural and i felt more at ease. i held onto that feeling because i knew this was when i would get my desires and i did. letting out and actually feeling your feelings is important. you’re not a robot.

Did you script how your life would be?

no.

(.𖥔 ݁ note from Eli: here's her post about her life before and After she changed it with LOA, anyway i wanted to make it in a post since the Google document can't let you make a copie of it and plus you can't take screenshots which René didn't allow)

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Free or Cheap Spanish Learning Resources So You Can Run at Windmills in Fluent Spanish

I will update this list as I learn of any more useful ones. If you want general language learning resources check out this other post. This list is Spanish specific. Find lists for other specific languages here.

For the purposes of this list "free" means something that is either totally free or has a useful free tier. "Cheap" is a subscription under $10USD a month, a software license or lifetime membership purchase under $100USD, or a book under $30USD. If you want to suggest a resource for this list please suggest ones in that price range that are of decent quality and not AI generated.

WEBSITES

Dreaming Spanish - A website that is also a YouTube Channel. This is a comprehensible input site with videos about a variety of subjects with multiple hosts from multiple countries. It has content for learners from absolute beginner to lower advanced. It lets you sort videos by dialect, subject, length, etc. The free version has a lot of content. The paid version is $9 a month and has many more videos and allows you to track your listening hours. The website is in English but all videos are entirely in Spanish.

Lawless Spanish - A free website with resources to learn Spanish relating to grammar, pronunciation, and vocabulary. The website also has worksheets, charts, an AI chatbot, and reviews of different learning resources. The website is in English.

Spanish Boom - A free website with beginner lessons and free readings with audio and visual aids. They're also associated with a service called Esidioma that provides paid courses with tutor help for around $23 and also sells books. Prices are in Euros but they also sell to people outside of Europe. The website is available in multiple languages.

studyspanish.com - A website with free verb drills and grammar lessons. It's commonly used by high school Spanish students. They also have a blog that hasn't updated in a while but there is an archive to read through. They have a paid tier with access to their podcasts, vocab lessons, and their Spanish learning app which is $10 a month or $120 for a lifetime membership. The website is in English.

Speaking Latino - A website marketed at Spanish teachers but it's in English and has guides to colloquial Spanish and slang in a lot of different countries and a free blog with tips on sounding like a local in different countries. It has a paid tier but that's mostly useful for Spanish teachers. They also sell slang dictionaries for various countries that are usually less than $10.

UT Austin Spanish Proficiency Exercises - A bunch of free grammar, vocab, and pronunciation guides for various tasks you should be able to do in Spanish at various levels from one of my alma maters, the University of Texas at Austin. It's got videos of people from different countries pronouncing things. The podcast links often don't work for some reason but the grammar, vocab, and video links should work fine. The website is in English.

SpanishDict - A free dictionary website and app with a search feature that also has curated vocabulary lists on various topics and articles. They have a paid tier at $13 a month with a writing coach and subscriber only curated lists and articles. Personally I don't think their paid tier is all that special but it's up to you. The website is in English.

BBC Bitesize Spanish - Bitesize is a free study resource for kids and is sorted by level. It has articles aimed at little kids as well as secondary school aged teens studying for their exams or planning to study abroad. The website is in English and available worldwide, not just in the UK.

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

Hola Spanish - A channel by a woman named Brenda from Argentina who makes videos about grammar, pronunciation, culture, media, and general Spanish tips for upper beginner to advanced learners. The channel is almost entirely in Spanish with occasional vocabulary words translated into English onscreen. There are subtitles in Spanish onscreen but sometimes they randomly disappear.

Butterfly Spanish - A channel with free lessons from beginner to lower intermediate. The host also makes videos about useful phrases and listening practice videos. The channel is mostly in English.

Spanish After Hours - A comprehensible input channel for beginner to intermediate learners with vlogs, history, Spanish tips, and news. The descriptions and video titles are in English but the videos are all in Spanish. The channel host is from Spain.

Easy Spanish - A channel part of the easy languages network that makes a combination of videos with useful phrases and terms for beginners and interviews on the street with locals. They have teams in both Barcelona and Mexico City and there are dual language subtitles in Spanish and English onscreen. The hosts also have a podcast for intermediate to advanced learners.

My Daily Spanish - A catchall channel that has lessons, discussions of grammar, culture topics, vlogs, vocabulary, and other various things. The host is from Spain and also makes a lot of YouTube shorts. She mostly speaks in Spanish but occasionally uses English or has English translations onscreen.

Spansh Boost with Martin and Spanish Boost with Mila - These channels are run by a couple from Argentina who also work as tutors on italki. They often appear on each other's channels and both have their own podcasts and vlogs and general content videos that they make discussing their lives, giving tips, and discussing culture. Mila also makes a lot of videos playing the sims.

Spanish Boost Gaming - Run by Martin from Spanish Boost, this is a lets play channel in clear and easy to understand Spanish. Subtitles are available in English and Spanish and a few other languages as well and it's an actual let's play channel. He plays a variety of video games, makes jokes, and says cuss words and everything.

Mextalki - A channel run by a couple of guys from Mexico city that has listening practice, podcasts, street interviews, and Mexican Spanish specific lessons. Some videos have dual language subtitles onscreen while others do not. The channel is majority in Spanish but in a few lesson videos or portions of videos they will speak in English a bit.

Espanol Con Juan - A channel that teaches Spanish in Spanish from upper beginner to upper intermediate. Juan has grammar lessons, vocabulary lessons, and videos about culture. He is from Spain and the channel is entirely in Spanish. He also has a podcast for more advanced learners.

READING PRACTICE

Vikidia - A wikipedia type website specifically made for kids. The articles are short and written in more simple easy to understand Spanish. The website is in Spanish and made for native speaker kids.

Spanish graded readers by Olly Richards - Spanish has short stories and dialogues for beginner and intermediate, books in easy Spanish on world war 1, world war 2, western philosophy, and climate change. There's also dialogue books specific to Mexican Spanish and Spanish used on social media. The books usually go from $5-$20 new depending on how old they are and whether or not you bought a digital copy. These are really easy to find at used bookstores for cheap though, especially in the US.

Conatilteg Digital - This is a mobile app that provides digital versions of the free textbooks for children provided by the Mexican Ministry of Education both historic and current. The link I provided is for iOS but the app is also available on android and the app is available in multiple countries and not just Mexico. The app is entirely in Spanish and categorized by grade from preschool to secondary school so it's a resource appropriate for all levels and may be enjoyable for any kids you know that are learning Spanish. You can also view their browser website here. (also entirely in Spanish)

Hola Que Pasa - A free website with news articles for learners from beginner to intermediate difficulty. They also provide audio and have the news articles available in podcast form. Every article has certain phrases highlighted that you can hover over and get and English translation of. The website is in a mix of English and Spanish.

Spanish in Levels - A world news website in Spanish for learners. The articles are separated into three different levels and the website is in a mix of English and Spanish. Each article also has audio.

PODCASTS

Spanish for False Beginners - An unscripted podcast about various topics hosted by a guy from the UK and a guy from Spain. The podcast is aimed at people who find beginner content to be boring but still find intermediate content to be too difficult. English is very rarely used.

Uforia/Univision - Uforia is a free app aimed at native speakers in the US and has Spanish language radio, music, and podcasts. Univision in general is also useful if you like American and international news and programming in Spanish.

Radio National de Espana - Another site for native speakers, this is Spanish National Radio. They have a variety of free podcasts and radio programs.

Spanish Obsessed - This is a series of lessons in podcast form for learners from absolute beginner to advanced.

Storylearning Spanish Podcast - This podcast tells different short stories in Spanish and is aimed at upper beginner to lower intermediate learners.

Radio Ambulante - A Spanish language podcast from NPR that's similar to something like This American Life that tells stories from around Latin America. Although it's aimed at native speakers, the language used is clear and understandable and transcripts are available. They're also aware that a lot of intermediate and advanced learners use them for listening practice and they have developed a free app that helps with comprehension and vocabulary when listening to their podcast.

SELF STUDY TEXTBOOKS

Madrigal's Magic Key to Spanish - A self study textbook written in the late 80s that still mostly holds up for beginner to upper beginner Spanish. A paperback edition of the textbook is about $25 and used copies and ebooks are also usually available wherever you like to buy books. It's also half off on Amazon pretty often.

Complete Spanish step-by-step by Mcgraw Hill - This is a complete version of the McGraw Hill budget option, the spanish step by step series that focuses on the most frequently used words and grammar. It's $25 new but the individual books in the series usually cost less than $10 and used versions and ebooks are available.

Complete Spanish Grammar from Mcgraw Hill - This is a workbook as well as a textbook that usually costs around $20. The complete Spanish all in one version of the book costs about $40. Used versions of these books can be difficult to find because people tend to write all over them but ebook versions are available. You can also find their beginner workbook for around $18.

Practical Spanish Grammar - This book is usually around $25 but because it's not a workbook it's fairly easy to find used copies. An advanced grammar textbook is also available.

SERIES FOR LEARNERS AND KIDS SHOWS

Destinos - This is a series of over 50 episodes of a telenovela made for Spanish learners. The plot revolves around a group of siblings searching around the world for their long lost half sibling they just learned that they had so the series includes a lot of different Spanish dialects.

Extra Spanish - A 13 episode sitcom made to show in Spanish classrooms that revolves around a group of friends in Spain and a student that just moved there.

Dora la Expladora - Yeah if you remember Dora the Explorer from your preschool days it also unsurprisingly exists in Spanish. You can watch clips and some full episodes on YouTube and buy full seasons for around $8 each on Amazon.

PBS Kids in Spanish - A few PBS Kids shows like Cyberchase and Daniel Tiger have been dubbed into Spanish. The link I've given goes to a place to buy them on Amazon Prime but if you go digging on their YouTube channel or the PBS Kids website you also might be able to find them for free. They don't always make it easy to find though.

Plaza Sésamo - The Spanish language localization of Sesame Street for Mexican audiences with its own unique characters. The YouTube channel has a huge amount of content on it and often has episodes streaming live.

[purple-plum-petals]

Ooh I just played The Freak Circus because I saw your post and was intrigued, and WOAGH I love Pierrot sm (if you have any other VN recs I'd love to hear them since you have great taste from what I know lol)

Since you're taking requests for it, I was wondering if you'd do something where Pierrot is watching the reader sleep, with him kinda fighting against his desires as he pushes his idea of 'too far' slightly further again and again (like going from saying he'll only let himself watch them from a distance, to watching right beside them, to touching their hands, etc.) (only of you're comfortable with writing that of course!)

I hope you have a lovely day! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

⊱ Drawn to You ⊰ || Pierrot X Reader

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Character(s): Pierrot (The Freak Circus) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Suggestive Content (While not 18+, Minors Still Do Not Interact), Dubious Consent, Brief Implication of Sexual Fantasies, Canon-typical Depiction of Unhealthy Behaviors/Crimes (i.e., Stalking, Breaking and Entering, etc.), Unhealthy Obsession/Possessiveness, Creature/Monster X Human Relationships, Implied One-sided Romantic Relationship. Genre: Drabble, Fluff(??), Horror/Yandere. Word Count: ~1,730 words. Request: “Since you're taking requests for [The Freak Circus], I was wondering if you'd do something where Pierrot is watching the reader sleep, with him kinda fighting against his desires as he pushes his idea of 'too far' slightly further again and again (like going from saying he'll only let himself watch them from a distance, to watching right beside them, to touching their hands, etc.)” Author’s Note: Yay, my first ever The Freak Circus request! I love how you checked the game out because of my post – I love spreading visual novel propaganda. 😈 I will admit, even though I’ve had a lot of practice writing… nonconventional relationships after my many months of writing for the Homicipher fandom, I still get a bit nervous writing content like this sometimes haha. I love Pierrot with all my heart, but my semi-vanilla ass needs to remember to take into consideration he’s a yandere (which is a trope/genre I normally highly dislike, but for some reason, this game gets a pass lmao), and he’s going to overstep/cross boundaries. 😅 The dubious consent warning is there just in case since the Reader doesn’t know he’s watching them while they sleep, but he doesn’t do anything sexual! That’s a boundary I think he would never cross (and something I would never write one of my favs doing 💔). 

Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say I have good taste (wish my friends would agree… 😔). When it comes to visual novels, the Our Life series will always hold a dear place in my heart, since it’s a very comforting one for me. I also really enjoyed Keyframes, though that is currently still a demo, but it’s another slice-of-life VN. If you look at my blog, I was obsessed with Homicipher for quite some time, so if you’re looking for a more horror-based visual novel, that's a great one! Lover’s Enigma also falls into this category (the vibe for that one is perfection – chef’s kiss 👌). A Date with Death is a very high-quality VN, as well, and Love at the Milky Way Diner is a cuter one with some fun character designs!  

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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The moment that you stood up for him that morning played in his mind on repeat like a broken record. For a while, he thought he was going to go insane, unable to focus on anything else except the feeling of your hand in his as you helped him up from the cold ground with that oh-so dazzling smile you wore whenever he was around. 

No matter how many times he thought of your first meeting, the effect it had on him never diminished. His heart still raced, and his face still flushed a concerning shade of pink that had some of his fellow performers raising a brow in concern. None of them asked who or what he was thinking about, though, and Pierrot was glad they didn’t. He didn’t want any of them to know about you. His own little secret – his own personal angel. 

He couldn’t help the way he wanted to sink his claws into the fat of your thighs and never let you go, like a cat holding onto their prey, and he wondered how you would react to his touch. The mere thought of you beneath him causes his mouth to salivate and hearts to form in his eyes, his hand quickening in pace as he imagines the expression on your face as he makes sure to return the favor for the kindness you had blessed him with. 

When he had followed you home later that night, after you had graced him with your careful touch and gentle words, he watched from the sliding glass door as you made your way to the bathroom to bathe. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander for the nth time that day, despite himself. It all had started relatively harmless with him slipping into your room like a snake into a chicken coop, blending perfectly into the shadows so that your eyes couldn’t pick up on his presence. 

He was quick, and he was quiet, those two traits that made your detection of his presence nearly impossible. You couldn’t see him at all, and he wondered to himself if he would need to be worried about your safety. After all, you were so vulnerable, and he wanted to ensure no one would take advantage of your kind soul. 

Your apartment’s security was nearly nonexistent, and Pierrot finds himself frowning at that fact. While better locks would make his entry more difficult, the thought of someone else making their way into your home made his blood boil. If he ever found out anyone had even dared to attempt something like that, he would make sure they would end up as the star of his next performance. He would make sure you were safe, even if it required having more blood on his hands. 

He observed the way you sat in front of the TV on the couch, eating a late-night snack while you watched a show that was unfamiliar to him. After twenty minutes, you let out a yawn, and the seconds between blinks began growing in number before you eventually passed out right then and there. The bowl of food was empty now, discarded to the side, and your body was contorted in a way that looked almost uncomfortable. 

In the corner of the room, Pierrot’s tall form blends into the darkness, his visage camouflaged by curtains as he simply stares, taking in everything his eyes could see. If he could, he'd burn the image of your sleepy expression into his eyelids, wanting to see your face whenever he blinked. A part of him wanted to adjust you, to put you in a better position, but he refrained. It would be too far, he thought, to touch you. 

Observation was something he did frequently. He used the silence that had been forced upon him long ago, a rule he had to follow, to monitor those around him and gather information that would typically remain undetected to most. He noticed the dark bags under your eyes, the stress of work and adult life weighing heavily on your shoulders, and he wanted nothing more than to chain you up and ensure you never had to worry about a single thing ever again. He would take care of you – he would be happy to, in more ways than one. 

He was able to determine what foods you liked by peeking in your fridge and paying attention to the small drinks or pastries you would make for yourself at work on breaks, taking mental notes of what he saw so he could surprise you with them in the future. He wonders if you enjoy sweets as much as he does. If it pleased you, he’d make you anything your heart desired. 

Pierrot even had a vague idea of what flora you enjoyed, having seen you briefly pause at the small flower stand on your way home from the café. Then, when his eyes landed on the small paper rose he had made you resting by your bedside in a small vase, the one he painted with his very own blood, his body felt incredibly hot. Oh, he’d make you a whole bouquet of them in the future. You only deserved the best, after all. 

Soon, however, it was time to leave. The sun was beginning to rise, and your alarm would soon signal that it was time to wake up and prepare for the day ahead. He couldn’t afford to stay for that long, and despite hesitating, he slips out of your apartment the same way he came. Perhaps he would leave you a gift the next time he visited. 

The next day, when he stopped by your place of work, he ordered a milkshake just so he could hear the sound of your voice and feel your fingers brush against his when you handed him the glass, and he realized there was a difference in the way you smiled. To other customers, it seemed forced – far too perfect to be genuine. Though with him, it was somewhat crooked, and your cheeks dimpled at the action. When you laughed, you would snort quietly, and the mere sound made his heart do flips in his chest. 

That night, you had fallen asleep as soon as you returned from the circus, absolutely exhausted from the long day. Pierrot had followed you home to ensure you didn’t run into any trouble, the hustle and bustle of the city’s nightlife masking the sound of the bells that hung from his attire. Once again, he snuck into your room, watching as you slept. 

Despite himself, he couldn’t just watch from the corner of the room. No, he needed to see you more clearly, hear the sound of your soft breathing up close. That was okay, he thought, it wasn’t too far. He was merely getting a better look, and he found himself settling next to you, peeking over the side of your bed as he made himself comfortable on the hardwood flooring of your apartment. 

He didn’t care that he was losing feeling in his legs, sitting there unmoving for hours. He was much too focused on the way your hair shifted with each exhale of air, or the way the drool dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. He fought the urge to reach out and wipe it away, wondering what it would taste like on his tongue. 

Then, once more, the sun began to peek over the horizon, and he found it even harder than before to leave you. Forcing himself to stand up, he glances at you longingly one last time, hand twitching with the urge to run his fingers across your skin. He doesn’t, though – he needed to be patient, wait for you to come to him, and return his affections willingly. That’s what he wanted more than anything else. 

The third night was the toughest for Pierrot, clenching and unclenching his fist as he observed you through the glass, standing just out of sight on your balcony. You seemed to be having a difficult time sleeping, tossing and turning restlessly in your bed. Oh, how he wanted to hold you close and lull you into the world of dreams. 

He wonders if you would shiver if he gently raked his claws across your scalp or traced them down the contours of your torso. Are you ticklish? Would you laugh at the action, or beg him to stop?

After what felt like hours, you eventually stopped moving, only your chest rising and falling with each breath you took. He takes the opportunity to slip inside, closing the door behind him carefully to ensure the cold autumn air doesn’t intrude into the warmth of your home. Without even thinking, his legs carried him over to your bedside, steps practically silent as he strode to stand beside you. Then, oh-so slowly, he sat down, the mattress dipping ever so slightly from his weight. 

Pierrot could feel the warmth radiating from your sleeping body, causing his chest to begin heating up, his breath becoming heavier as he watched your unconscious form. Perhaps, he thinks to himself, it would be alright to indulge in his fantasy, to feel your skin under the pads of his fingers. With a featherlight touch, he reaches towards you, caressing your cheek softly. 

He shudders, your skin just as soft as he had imagined it would be. He bites down roughly on his bottom lip, the taste of iron filling his mouth, while his palm cups your face. Tomorrow, he would be sure to shower you with more gifts. He needed to earn your affection, for he wasn’t sure how much longer he could fight the hunger building inside of him, a hunger only you could satisfy. 

It was a close call when you began to stir, signaling to Pierrot it was time to leave. With an impressive display of dexterity, he rips his hand away from your form, hastily making his way out of the apartment. Though instead of leaving right away, he lingers for a moment on the balcony to watch the way you sit up and bed, stretching your hands above your head and attempting to flatten any flyaway hairs that had stuck up during the night. 

His heart hammers in his chest. You were far too adorable for your own good, and soon, you would belong to him just as he belonged to you – heart, body, and soul.  

[kxsagi]

Can I ask for bllk boys x reader movie night headcanons? Like what kind of movie they like to watch, who gets emotional watching, who falls asleep, something like that you know.

(Plz include Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Reo, Rin and any others you want, hope I didn't bother you 😅)

Btw I stumbled on your blog a few days back and have since been obsessed with your writing!! 🥰🥰🥰 You make the characters so human, like I can totally see them doing what you write!

"𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚"

a/n: thank you so much!!! that compliment means everything to me 🤍 hope you enjoy this bae

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 ⚽️

movie choice: 

prefers feel-good sports dramas or anything with a plot that inspires him to be better. 

sometimes watches those cheesy inspirational movies where the underdog wins against all odds. 

loves a good action flick but also enjoys some rom-coms or wholesome animated slices of life films (studio ghibli) to wind down. will suggest something uplifting for the mood. 

during the movie: 

gets so into the plot, especially if it involves teamwork or growth. you can literally see his eyes light up when the underdog team starts winning. 

gets emotional at the motivational speeches in sports movies. don’t even look at him during those scenes because you know he’s probably holding back tears. the same goes for emotionally heavy scenes where a (good) character is crying.

secretly hates scary movies. he’ll pretend to be tough, but will need to hold someone’s hand when a jump scare happens. 

falls asleep?

no. this man has no chill when it comes to movie night. he’s hyper-focused, watching every second like it’s a game. probably rewinds scenes to catch every detail.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 🐝

movie choice: 

will suggest something that makes him laugh or something totally random like “monster movies” because why not? 

loves animated films, especially anything whimsical, surreal, or outlandishly funny. something with a lot of energy. 

if he’s in the mood for something deeper, he’ll choose something like a trippy art film that has an abstract storyline (so he can pretend he understood it). 

during the movie: 

is the main character. he’ll laugh loudly, talk to the screen, and get way too involved in the movie. 

gets emotional, but only if it’s a movie that gives him that unexpected warmth. something sweet, like a character finding family or overcoming obstacles. 

will probably make random commentary throughout, and his reactions are either overly dramatic or hilariously chill. 

falls asleep?

yes, 100%. but it's not because he's bored, he just falls asleep like a content baby after being entertained for 30 minutes. and when he falls asleep, expect some snoring.

𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 🎮

movie choice: 

prefers laid-back movies that are chill and don't require much mental effort. 

would pick something that doesn’t require him to pay too much attention, like a fun action movie or an easy-to-follow rom-com. 

doesn’t care about the plot. just wants to have a comfy time without overthinking. 

bonus: he doesn't like most live-action remakes of video games (would watch the minecraft movie though).

during the movie: 

absolutely silent. doesn’t comment or get overly hyped about the film, he’s there for the experience, not the drama. gets emotional if it's a super heartwarming or moving movie, but it’s rare. he’s more likely to be in a daze, enjoying the atmosphere. 

when the character is struggling, he’ll start asking you if it's okay to just skip to the good parts. or he'll ask you to put the movie in 1.5x or 2x speed.

falls asleep?

yes. almost always. you’ll look over, and he’ll be out like a light halfway through the movie, even if it’s a movie he picked himself. 

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐨 💸

movie choice: 

super into high-quality movies. something luxurious like period dramas, or anything with an extravagant budget and beautiful cinematography (crazy rich asians). 

loves a good thriller, psychological drama, or something with a bit of depth. not into silly stuff, but he’ll occasionally pick a rom-com if he’s feeling lazy. 

enjoys watching movies he can brag about later. “i watched this independent film with an amazing director you probably haven’t heard of.” 

during the movie: 

watches very intently, analyzing the plot and dialogue. probably already trying to predict the ending, just to impress you. 

doesn’t get overly emotional, but he’s quietly affected by anything deeply artistic or tragic. 

may give you a “look” if you ask for popcorn too loudly during an intense scene. 

falls asleep?

nah. he’s all about the aesthetics, so he’s glued to the screen. if he does fall asleep, you’ll see his eyes flicker a little bit, and then he’ll wake up, embarrassed. “i wasn’t asleep.”

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 🖤

movie choice: 

picks horror (obviously) that is action-packed, high-stakes, and intense. think action thrillers or violent, gripping psychological dramas. even documentaries based off of true stories.

might throw in a random indie flick to keep things “fresh,” but it’s always serious movies with a lot of tension. 

would never pick a comedy or rom-com. he’s all about the deep, dark stories. 

during the movie: 

stoic and quiet. he’s not there to chat, he’s there to watch. 

gets unexpectedly emotional during movies about loss or revenge, but he hides it. you can tell he’s clenching his jaw. 

tends to scoff at the overly sentimental moments but won’t outwardly show it unless you push him to comment. 

falls asleep?

nope. this man does not fall asleep during a movie, not even if the plot drags on for an hour. he’ll probably zone out when things are slow, but he’s still mentally locked in. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[torawro]

I’D DIE FOR YOU (AND I HAVE). ( s.a. )

sousuke aizen & black!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, blank and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine her that way. using this map of the seireitei as a reference (i searched high and low for a consistent accurate one but it was hard). the first half is set pre-ryoka invasion / pre-soul society arc. the second half is aizen-centric (from his pov told from the 3rd person) and set post-tybw arc, years after he was sealed away in mugen, also including mention of events from vol. 1 of can't fear your own world (a light novel that's post-tybw & can be considered canonical); so all this being said: SPOILERS i guess???? of course you're welcome to read if you don't care about spoilers! somewhat based on 'die for you' by the weeknd & even more loosely based on 'dark red' by steve lacy. contains themes of heavy-ish angst, existential crises (?) & inner emotional turmoil within reader + aizen (separately). descriptions of character death, blood and violence. descriptions of manipulation/mind games. aizen is an unkind man. proofread (i did my best).

word count ━━ 11k

notes ━━ ! the way this fic was supposed to finished a month ago...but life once more gets in my way. and the way that it's this long....i anticipated the max being 10k but i greatly underestimated how long it would take to flesh out my idea. anywho i'm somewhat reentering my bleach era again. i’m not sure what it is but character analyses in the form of fanfiction is my jam rn like i really enjoyed writing this (i got tired of the length by like... 7k words lmao) but i like how this turned out. i've watched & read quite a bit of content that provide explanations as to why aizen is the way he is so i wanted to try my own portrayal of that in the context of canonical events. how i characterized him here is partially inspired by a fic i read about him last year so shout out to them for their support :D i hope i've depicted and humanized aizen well ♡. reblogs + commentary are heavily appreciated!!!!!

THE PAD OF YOUR THUMB SLOWLY glided against your bottom lip, the lingering aftertaste of jasmine tea still on its surface and on your breath. The absentminded motion of your thumb caressing your mouth, as if in deep contemplation, continued as you stared at the clock hanging on the wall above you.

It was past eleven, and the midnight hour only continued to draw near as time sustained its temporal march. And there you sat at your desk, floating in the limbo of your mind that was filled with hesitancy and admittedly, budding anticipation.

Your gaze lowered to the now empty porcelain cup, nothing remaining of its contents except the shriveled remnants of herbs and a few wayward drops of the brew.

Your senior comrade, captain Sōsuke Aizen, was correct in his prediction that you'd take a liking to its floral and delicate taste when he gifted you a jar full of the jasmine tea leaves as well as other ingredients.

The captain of Squad 5 seemed to be correct about a lot of things.

His intelligence and foresight, along with his kind and politely witty disposition, were qualities that you found somewhat charming, and gradually drew you closer to him.

Being the current third seat of the 9th company, your barracks and those of squad 5's were relatively close to each other's, so often you'd catch glimpses of and run into Captain Aizen on a pretty normal basis. Over the years, the conversations that bounced between the two of you expanded past the realm of formalities between a higher and lower ranking officer, and instead ranged in territories from literature, to art, to food & drink, and even to the politics of the government for which they were soldiers for.

Sometimes, you found it hard to believe that you managed to befriend a man like him. A man who seems to have mastered the balance between being a gentle soul, helpful to others, but also possessed enough refined power and skills to be named a captain within the Gotei 13.

Especially a man who wasn’t even of your own squad.

Despite the increasingly friendly relations and generally pleasant conversation, there were few moments where Aizen's words didn't feel quite. . . . real━ he didn't feel real. He spoke eloquently, often relying on figurative language to further illustrate his point and to breathe meaning into seemingly plain and meaningless words. But at times those words, his tone felt stained; stained with some substance or color you couldn't quite place. An enigmatic façade was painted over his speech, and it took too much mental capacity to try and find your own meaning in it.

So you'd often brush it off. Your over-reliance on your own reasoning that 'you weren’t able to come to a conclusion because there is no problem a conclusion could be generated from' successfully quieted your mind’s voice. You'd also frequently blame exhaustion, or your newfound hobby of watching human psychological crime shows during your off days for these subconscious ideas you had.

But you feared that the request Aizen made of you yesterday, the source of your current predicament, couldn't be blamed on any of those things. You looked at the clock again before returning to stare at your empty tea cup. For what reason could Sōsuke Aizen wish to meet you outside of the 1st division barracks? Specifically at this hour? You immediately thought of his question as uncharacteristic of him but prevented yourself from jumping to any further conclusions.

Aizen was a reasonable man, and you were sure there was a reasonable explanation.

With a final sigh of acquiescence, you stood up from your sitting position to retie your yukata before slipping a thicker, dark colored haori on top. You were unsure how cold it was this late at night or how long you'd be out, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

You paused for a moment, glancing longingly at your vanity mirror a few times, clearly torn between a decision, before giving in with a soft groan. Grabbing your favorite perfume, you quickly spritzed the spray onto both your inner wrists, either sides of your neck, and stray areas on your clothes. You’d proceed to make sure your hair was in order and your lips were as moisturized and glossy as a pair of tear-filled eyes before making your way to the door and slipping on your sandals.

Meeting with a captain— with Aizen of all people— in the dead of night resembled too closely to forbidden lovers rendezvousing under a fruit tree to fulfill their desires of embracing one another, with no one but the moon as their witness. The comparison alone caused the apples of your cheeks to burst aflame with embarrassment, and you lightly chastised yourself for even indulging in such an inappropriate train of thought. Such a scenario seemed far too deluded to even be considered ‘wishful thinking’.

But those delusions still seemed to make more sense than whatever other conclusion you have yet to reach.

Making your way out of your personal quarters, you activated your shunpo technique, stealthily hopping from one rooftop to the other in an effort to make it to Squad 1 barracks quicker.

After several minutes, your mind mostly engulfed with the 'what if's', the soles of your sandals finally touched ground, and you stood a few feet away from the massive walls and bridges that connected to and from the barracks. Even at night you were able to make out the bold-printed kanji for the number 1 that was painted on the building.

When you arrived, even from a nearby rooftop, you didn't see anyone around. Feelings of confusion and worry began to creep up and flicker to life in your mind.

But, as if your thoughts were as audible, you felt a light breeze of wind behind you, a familiar sound that indicated someone had made their presence known.

Startled, you reflexively reached for your zanpakuto, when you remembered that you hadn't even brought it with you. It still laid against the wall near your bed, just where you placed it earlier when you were relieved of your duties for the day.

You didn't think you needed it necessarily if you were just going to meet with Aizen, hence why taking it with you slipped your mind.

The flickers of concern were swiftly extinguished as your brain caught up with your body upon realizing who just appeared. A relieved sigh left your lips, a breath of air that seemed to release all the tension that had a grip on your heart and wound tight within your muscles. "Ah! Good evening Captain Aizen. You caught me off guard for a moment there."

"My apologies, that was not at all my intention." The Fifth Division Captain sported a dark colored scarf, his long captain's coat and the standard shihakushō all Gotei officers were supposed to wear. In the sash around his waist resided his own sheathed zanpakuto. His tawny hair maintained its usual part but looked slightly tousled, yet still remaining so in a meticulous fashion that made it look intentional.

The state of his hair alone, and his current facial expression made Aizen look more . . . approachable if that’s how you were to describe it. There was a glint in his eyes that you had seldom seen before.

"Thank you, for making your way down here to accommodate my rather. . . . atypical request. I again extend my apologies if I have inconvenienced you in any way."

You shook your head in reply, "It's alright, I wasn't doing anything too important anyway. Just having a cup of tea and delighting myself in a book before bed."

You glanced downwards at the foot or so of space that was wedged in between the two of you. You forced away the murmurs of your lingering thoughts that took note of how the moonlight and shadows danced across the surface of Aizen's face just right, and emphasized his decidedly handsome features.

"But having a complete and good night's rest is important to be fully functional in all areas of one's performance. Wouldn't you agree?"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yes, I do agree with that sentiment."

Aizen all but hummed in acknowledgement, letting a moment of silence fill the air before speaking again.

"Shall we be on our way?"

You nodded in agreement, following him as the both of you walked about the First Division grounds. From what you could tell based on your position, your aimless nightly stroll drew you closer to where Sokyoku Hill was located. The area became increasingly more grassy and contained less buildings.

Although Squad 1 grounds weren't terribly far from either of your barracks, you still weren't sure as to why Captain Aizen wished to meet out here. Initially you thought that perhaps he was just fond of this particular scenery, but really it could have been anything.

But still, you believed Aizen always had a purpose for everything he did.

After several moments, his warm voice replaced the evening silence, vocalizing your current thoughts. “I assume you are contemplating why it is I have asked you here, and I’m afraid the reason is quite benign. Truthfully, I just wished for your company. I often go on night walks to clear my head after a long day and thought I might invite you to join me this time, and have a conversation with each other."

Your brows shifted upwards, for that was not quite the answer you were expecting. It seemed too . . . simple. “Really? You just . . . wanted to talk with me? Plainly?”

The Squad 5 captain let out a short, soft laugh at the disbelief that was painted on your face. There was an expression of fondness present in his eyes and in the light smile he offered you. “Yes, exactly. I quite enjoy our discussions actually, they’re intellectually stimulating and relatively pleasant. You crossed my mind, and before yesterday, it has been quite some time since we’ve had the opportunity to unwind and talk.”

You hummed an mhmm in agreement, tearing your eyes away from Aizen’s side profile in favor of the hem of his captain’s haori, watching how it danced in the soft breeze. It seemed to be less distracting than the way Aizen peered down at you from time to time.

"I see. I am. . . . truly flattered by your words, Captain Aizen; you're too kind. Forgive me for asking but," you took longer strides so that you could fall into step next to him━ as if to speak to him more directly, "Why at this time? To talk with me, I mean. It couldn't wait until more . . . . . conventional hours?"

He chuckled again, and answered as smoothly as if he were awaiting you to ask him that. "Unfortunately, today's tasks ran a little long today, so I had to stay at my office later than usual." The spectacled man paused for a moment, before setting his soft gaze on you, "And besides, that completely defeats the purpose of inviting you on a night stroll, doesn't it?"

You ignored the heat flaring up in your cheeks again. Your mind refused to move past the fact that you had crossed Sōsuke Aizen's mind enough times━ or the times that he thought about you were significant enough━ and highly enough to invite you into his realm and indulge in these moments with him, when he very much could have done that alone.

A tender smile appeared on your lips, more towards yourself than the man next to you. "I. . . suppose it does."

The ashen-white moon only rose higher in the sky, providing an ambiance of tranquility as the both of you talked about whatever crossed the surface of your minds. Other times, the stillness of the night did the talking, and you'd listen to the leaves, and the wind, and the crickets sing together in harmony. Gradually as you walked and the beaten path grew more narrow, your figures drew closer together, until you could feel the long sleeves of his haori brush against your own.

You hadn't noticed that the two of you eventually stopped walking and paused under a tree until Aizen struck up conversation once more. When he called out your name in that gentle, velvety voice, you swore your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. The sound of your name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, the desire to hear it again grew within you.

"Uh━ yes, Captain Aizen?"

"Are you satisfied with way things are at the moment?"

You stood next to him, perplexed at his inquiry due to its vague nature. "Um, what. . . . things? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking."

The wind brushed Aizen's dark ochre tresses across his face as he took a step towards you, like the breeze itself was pushing him towards you. "Hm, perhaps I should be more clear then. Are you content with being a soul reaper? Are you satisfied with being a soldier for the Soul Society?"

With your brows slightly furrowed in thought, you remained silent for several seconds and overanalyzed his every word, trying to predict where he might be steering the conversation now. The longer you thought it over, the stronger that nagging feeling from within your soul became. The one that often told you what he was asking wasn't exactly . . . it didn't quite feel . . . . .

"This feels like a prelude to another insightful discussion on Shinigami━ and by extension━ Seiretei politics." Your words cut off your own thoughts, as if your mind was trying to sweep something under the proverbial rug.

Aizen huffed in amusement, before lightly shrugging, leaving your statement definitively unanswered.

You sighed as you seriously considered his question this time. "I mean sure, I guess. I'm somewhat satisfied with my job and all of . . . this," gesturing your hands in the air around you to emphasize your point. The 5th Division Captain made another humming noise, indicating that you still had his full attention. He inched a little closer into your personal space.

The mere action caused your next words to die in your throat and a quiet chuckle resounded from his, before your thoughts revived themselves again.

"Of course things could always be better but. . . . y'know. This is just how it is." You weren't quite sure if you should voice negative opinions about the Soul Society so plainly to a senior officer, even if he was the one who asked you in the first place, so you treaded lightly.

The same plainly relaxed smile from earlier remained painted across his lips, held in his chestnut irises was an emotion akin to affection. He seemed somewhat pleased that you were expressing your thoughts with him.

“And you? Are you satisfied, Captain Aizen?” You were unable to keep the teasing endearment out of your tone as you returned his gaze, casting aside the notions of Gotei officer seating and ranks for the moment. The air seemed like it shifted━ towards what, you weren't sure of━ but it kind of made you feel like you were adrift, floating in isolation from everything else around you.

It was still hard to process that you were alone with Captain Aizen right now. . . . at night.

A low hum reverberated within his chest, contemplative in nature as he replied, “Perhaps.”

The wind whistled lowly again, erecting goosebumps on whatever part of your skin happened to catch the midnight breeze. You fought the instinctual urge to twitch towards the nearest source of heat, which happened to be Aizen. Now that would be even more wholly inappropriate than the 'lovers meeting at midnight' scenario.

The silence between the both of you was brief, but comfortable nonetheless. Once more his mellifluous voice cut through the quiet, leveled and calm, like still ocean waters.

“Come. I want to show you something,” Aizen reached his arm out towards you, your spine as straight as if someone stuck a metal rod dipped in ice water down your robes.

The captain's movements seemed steady and slow━ it had felt like time itself had hesitated for several moments. You thought he was going to . . . . well you weren't sure what he was going to do, and that's what you made you nervous.

Was he going to touch you? Cradle your cheek? Remove a stray leaf that happened to land on your head? You were left somewhat dangling in anticipation, not daring to flinch backwards because you felt it would be disrespectful or offensive. You hadn't even blinked, subconsciously fearing that this was only a very vivid daydream.

But alas, when his arm drew near it extended past your head, slightly above you, and held a small branch in his palm it like a delicate flower. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, but that breath drew short again when your gaze was eye level with his lower neck and chin.

He seemed . . . . closer.

“I think that regarding the condition of the Soul Society," Aizen began in a quiet voice, referencing his own reply to his earlier question, "and therefore my thoughts about it, is akin to this set of leaves on this branch."

Snapping out of whatever stupor you seemed to have slipped in, you exhaled softly before stepping back a bit to look at what he was talking about. In his palm he cradled a wayward branch that grew from one of the other sturdier branches of the tree. The green foliage of its arms had started to weaken and dull in color. The cold air due to the seasonal transition to autumn caused the leaves become brittle, nearing closer to the edge of death.

The sound of just how brittle they were resounded in the air when Aizen thumbed the leaves in between his fingertips, observing their texture with pity laced in his small movements.

"These leaves will fall off as it gets colder. And soon, the rest of this tree will be bare as well. When the time comes, when the right circumstances fall into place, the old die to make way and usher in the new; it's simply the way things are. I think of the Soul Society government is structured in a similar manner."

You hung onto his every word, like he were imparting crucial wisdom to you. Even though you were a bit confused on the last part, and on the connection between dying leaves and Soul Society, you still listened intently, waiting for him bridge the gap between the two.

"The Soul Society as it is now can be thought of as a season. And this particular season, this climate has remained so for several centuries. How can nature continue━ how can we continue to progress when the old have yet to be washed away by the currents of time? It defies that of nature, yes?" He directed this question at you specifically, in search of your agreement.

You nodded your head, tearing your gaze away from the branch and directed it at the grass beneath your feet. Your brows furrowed a little as you mused over Aizen's words. He gave a rather ambiguous answer before but now, his words sounded like vague displeasure and muted criticism. Everyone was entitled to their opinion, and on some fronts, you'd sometimes agreed with the 5th Division Captain. The Soul Society was far from perfect, too much emphasis on nobility and status, the government resembled too closely to an oligarchy . . . But you didn't━ wouldn't voice these thoughts, though.

Instead you hummed quietly under your breath. There was that tugging sensation again. This time it told you that there was something deeper to this conversation than meets the eye. But what could there be? Was there anything at all or were you just overthinking it?

The voice-like sensation in your soul was calling out to you, but you couldn't hear it that well or quite make out what it was saying. It's as if someone was calling out to you in a crowded room that had music playing on the speakers: you felt like if you listened hard enough you could make it out but ultimately, the result would fruitless.

"And when that happens," Aizen continued, "sometimes nature has to be gently nudged back on track to keep things moving smoothly. That may require . . . shaking the tree. Pulling a few harmful weeds from one's garden, so to speak."

"Weeds?" You echoed. You felt like you understood this analogy and therefore what he was trying to say, but at the same time you didn't. Or was it . . . . you didn't want to understand what he was implying?

Because if you were interpreting his words correctly, if he were inconspicuously comparing the higher-ups and the government itself to dying leaves and harmful plants that needed to be removed, then . . . .

"You, dear child, are a mere weed in this scenario."

Wait, what did he just━

Your thoughts were cut short when a gush of air that smelt strongly of Aizen━ warm oak, vanilla, and a kind of musk that you weren't sure how to describe but was still pleasant all the same━ brushed against your face and took you by surprise.

But there was another aroma that arose, steadily becoming more apparent alongside the increasingly painful throbbing feeling you felt in your abdomen.

It smelt metallic. And it was something that you've smelt all too many times before.

It was blood.

Your gaze that was initially narrowed in confusion lowered as it followed the source of this pain. Your eyes slowly widened in as you struggled to comprehend the blade that was currently ran through your torso.

Aizen's blade.

"Actually, instead of weeds, a more accurate and befitting analogy perhaps would be blades of grass. You unfortunately have to step on them in order to reach the weeds you want to remove."

You couldn't really focus on what the captain was saying, because your brain was still struggling to process what the hell just happened. Your hands slowly rose from their sides and shakily grazed the zanpakuto, wanting to believe that if you touched it, it would pass right through your fingers like mist. But no, the sensation of cold steel was as real as the robes you wore on your back. You only just now are processing the muffled squelching sound of his sword impaling your flesh.

You wanted to scream, to cry in pain, to vomit, to push him off━ something. But all you could do was stand there, stunned, words completely failing you. "Wh. . . . what? Why did . . . . you . . . . "

A cough replaced your attempt at a comprehensive sentence, and you tasted iron in your mouth.

Fuck....was this really happening?

"Please don't push yourself trying to talk," His voice was like an index finger to one's lips, similar to a parent's gentle caress to quiet and sooth their child, "You'll only hasten your death. And I'm sure you wish to know the reason for my killing you, yes? You'd have to be alive for that."

'Killing me?' 'My death?' The certainty that rang in his words chilled the blood in your veins, and they confirmed the one conclusion you hoped wouldn’t come true: that you were going to die.

The frigid embrace of fear and dread engulfed you from behind and you shivered, causing the blade snugly lodged in your organs to shift. The pain of that foreign object moving even a little bit shot through your entire body, causing a groan to emerge from your throat.

Desperate to conserve your energy and the oxygen that was becoming a little harder to take in, your breathing became uneven and a little wheezed. Even then, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet the gaze of Captain Aizen to confirm if this was really happening or just an extremely realistic and vivid nightmare. The sight you might be greeted with could be more frightening than the actual impaling of his sword.

As if his betrayal couldn’t actually or figuratively cut you any deeper, just then there was a noise that grew louder and louder within a matter of seconds until it was almost deafening. You’ve distinguished it to be the sound of glass crackling.

Your surroundings formed cracks everywhere on its surface, like it was just an oversized window. Even on the grass you stood on, or what you thought was grass, began to crumble away.

A dumbfounded but panicked look was plastered on your face when your world literally shattered around you, the only remnants of it being you and the Captain.

What was underneath the mirage━ or you should say, the fact that it was a mirage at all━ only disturbed you and increased your perplexity.

Slightly hunched over and breathing heavily, it took a minute to process where you were, but you noticed that now the two of you stood in a formal room that looked like it was used for important meetings. The lights in the room slowly started to brighten, most likely due to motion sensors. Even with Aizen's scent lingering in your nose, you could still pick out a rather stale aroma that hung in the air like dead fruit that hadn't fallen off the tree.

"Is . . . this Cen . . . tral━ "

"You are correct. Where we currently stand is the assembly hall for Central 46, the judicial power of the Soul Society. All judiciary as well as legislative trials and proceedings are held here."

All around the room were seats with partitions, the kanji for 1 through 46 printed on them. In the seat for the 19th member, your gaze caught onto something on the translucent barrier. It was a little farther up so you had to squint your already blurring vision to see it properly.

You saw, and your heart promptly sank as a result, eyes widening once more.

There were splatters of a dark colored substance on the partition━ undeniably blood. And the lithe, bony fingers of an older man laid lifeless, peeking out from the side of the screen like the appendages themselves were trying to escape from the body they were attached to.

That man . . . was dead. That stale aroma you smelt was the stench of death.

It was only after that unsettling epiphany did your eyes dart frantically around the room and realize that every member of Central 46 was dead.

The disturbed expression on your face only intensified as your stare was pulled back down to where Aizen's blade still resided in your body.

" Cap.....Aizen," you uttered, swift to correct yourself. All the moisture in your throat dried up like water underneath the unrelenting rays of the sun. You kept gulping your saliva in an attempt to assuage the sensation, but relief only last for a fleeting few seconds. "Did you ━ you killed them . . . didn't you?" Your question was laced with shaky hesitance and swelled with apprehension, fearing that you already knew his reply even before he answered.

There was a moment of silence and a hum before he replied. "Smart girl."

The muted mirthful tone in his voice sounded like sarcasm, and it was enough to finally draw your attention away from everything else and directly look at him. Almost instantly, you regretted it.

His umber tinted gaze was colder than you remembered. You couldn't find anything in his eyes that hinted that all of this was just a big misunderstanding, or a dream, or that Aizen had a secret sense dark and complex humor.

This was your first, and apparently your last time, that you have ever felt a fear such as this. Your mind was struggling to comprehend this was the same Aizen that spoke with you so gently, full of encouragement and wisdom. The same man that recommended you books to read and gifted you tea to drink and gazed upon you like . . .

Well, none of that mattered now. In this moment, Sōsuke Aizen wasn't the same man anymore. This Sōsuke Aizen was someone else, and it frightened you.

"When?" you croaked, your voice no longer sounding like your own. Nothing felt real anymore. "W-When did you . . . . . how? Why?"

Another noncommittal hum resounded from the spectacled man as he closed his eyes, feigning the action of thinking of an answer. When he reopened them, his narrow gaze returned to you.

"Everyone in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was previously aware that the ability of my zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, allowed me to confuse the enemy using bodies of water, mist and even moisture in the air in order to attack. However, that is not my zanpakuto's actual power; there is more to it than just simple confusion. Kyoka Suigetsu's true power is Complete Hypnosis. Essentially, when someone looks at my blade, I am then able to take control of that person’s five senses, causing them to believe that something is real ━ or that something isn't real. In a way, once glancing at my unsheathed zanpakuto, that person forfeits their sense of existence to me. Kyoka Suigetsu is quite flawless in its deceptive abilities."

A heavy silence, aside from your uneven breaths, endured in the space between both of you. You didn't need him to spell out what he was trying to say.

It was all . . . . an illusion. A convoluted, premeditated illusion. And you walked right into it without even knowing or considering, that it was all fake.

The Fifth Division Captain inwardly smiled at the despair clearly written on your face as he watched you mentally put the pieces together. He took your lack of reply as a sign to continue. "The members of Central 46 have unfortunately been dead for quite some time now. And as for your question of why......"

The taller man stepped towards you which inadvertently (or purposely, you began to fear), drove his sword deeper into your abdomen without warning and slight force. You bit down on your bottom lip hard to stifle your exclamation of pain. In an attempt to somehow resist him, with the little strength you had left, your hands automatically took purchase in his oversized sleeves, but it did nothing. You found it ironic that you could feel how warm Aizen was underneath his robes, but his soul was anything but.

" . . . . I believe I already mentioned it earlier, yes? All flowers die eventually and the weeds......must be removed."

At that moment you remembered that tugging sensation that told you something felt off in some instances whenever you talked with Aizen. This must have been what it was. Damn it all. You still didn't understand exactly what bad things Central 46 and the Soul Society have done to cause his actions, but based on what you've been told and your current position, it must have been heinous. Again, you actively swallowed the urge to vomit.

"You . . . you lied. I can't believe━ how could it have all b-been a lie?" Another nasty cough rattled your body, followed by a shiver and a groan.

The brown-haired man slightly tilted his head, like he was truly confused. "Lied? Hmm, well. I suppose you could put it that way based on your limited knowledge of the circumstances, but I wouldn't put it that way. Besides, this isn't really about truth or lies. It is, and always has been, only about the reality of what is. And what is, is that you were unable to anticipate my deception. No one could, because it was outside the domain of your thoughts. What is, is that the current way the Soul Society operates is tainted, and I shall be the one to remedy it."

You drew another shuddering breath and looked down at the ground with a grim expression as your blood continued to pool at your feet. Briefly, you even considered unsheathing yourself from his blade and take the chance to make a run for it, but the chances of you making it to the outside world, let alone coming across someone before you bled out and died were slim. Besides, it was clear that you couldn't even trust your own senses anymore after Aizen demonstrated that he had complete control of your reality.

Which reminded you of something else.

" . . . when?" you asked the same question again, but much quieter than before, despair palpable in your voice. 'When and how did you subject me to your zanpakuto's Complete Hypnosis?', is what you were really asking. And being as intelligent as he was, the spectacled man understood.

Abruptly, with a large palm on the small of your back, Aizen used his gentle hold grip to pull you towards him in order to close the remaining distance, causing him to drive the remaining length of his zanpakuto all the way through until the tsuba of his blade rested against your stomach. You looked like a skewered piece of meat.

You didn't have the willpower to hold back the piercing shriek of agony and physical anguish as tears sprung forth from your eyes. You could no longer tell if your blurry vision was due to your tears obstructing your sight or if it was from being a step away from death's door.

"Do you remember . . . the first time we met?"

The hand that rested on your lower back slowly glided upwards until his fingers found your jaw. With a tenderness that reminded you of a time before his betrayal, he lifted your chin and guided your gaze to look at him directly. His thumb moved to graze your bottom lip just as you've done mere hours ago━ as if he knew that, as if he watched you do it. His thumb was dangerously close to slipping inside your mouth and that both excited and scared you. Your breasts against his, your breaths synchronized with his, your body and his were fully pressed against each other and it made focusing on his question more difficult.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The first time . . . we met? Sure, with a little bit of effort you could easily recall the first time you formally met Aizen. It was sometime in the spring, and you remembered him running through combat formations with his lieutenant and the rest of his squad. But why d━

A silent gasp left you. Another epiphany, another figurative blade piercing your heart.

Battle formations, and he . . . offered you to join them . . . his zanpakuto . . . . .

Confusion crumbled away, and was replaced with vacant horror and sadness. It seems you've already been defeated, for many, many years now.

Aizen seemed to murmur something under his breath, a pleased sound you couldn't quite decipher. His mouth brushed over yours, rendering you literally speechless, before he closed the distance and brought your lips together. You could barely process what was happening.

It was ironically tragic how soft and skillfully gentle his lips were against yours. The kiss felt longing, like a departure between two sweethearts and their last meeting together. It also felt heavy and final, making you want to cry.

And you did. Silent tears streamed from your eyes and rolled onto the fingers that still held your face so affectionately. The captain reacted by guiding your chin up a little further, dipping his head a little lower, so he could deepen the kiss. You weakly scorned yourself for thinking about how the two of you must really look like lovers now, sans the sword sticking out from your back.

Oh, how cruel this was; how cruel he was. It was cruel for him to kiss you like this, hand still splayed on your back like he needed to touch you stay sane. And how cruel it was that still managed to enjoy it, even as you stood there dying. Your lips moved together in tandem, slow and almost passionate, all while tears stained the apples of your cheeks, drying up the plush youth that once resided in them.

Aizen's tongue had slithered its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like crying harder. There was a tart, sweet flavor lingering on his tastebuds, and you absently wondered what is was. Perhaps hibiscus from tea, you surmised. And he too tasted the sweet jasmine and citrus that clung your tongue and lips. At this, he chuckled quietly into your mouth, humming before retracting from you by a few inches so he could speak.

"I knew you would like the tea. It's sweet and flavorful, isn't it?" You hated how low his voice was, how its timbre pleasurably vibrated and rumbled against your lips, and you hated that lidded stare he gave you. You again thought it unfair that you couldn't even revel in the rare sight of Aizen's lips slightly wet because your lips were intertwined with his.

"I have to thank you for humoring me and my recommendations. I really appreciated it. And I also," you winced loudly and cried out in affliction as Aizen finally began to withdraw the sword from your body, "must to bid you farewell now. It seems you don't have any more time left, and this has dragged on for longer than it needed. I'm not surprised you've held out for this long, as I already knew you possessed commendable strength. But alas it wasn't enough. I am sorry that you have to die; it's rather regrettable that you happened to be that blade of grass that ended up underneath my foot."

Another wail was yanked from your chest as he steadily removed his sword from your abdomen. The pain was becoming excruciating, you would have collapsed by now if the taller man weren't holding you.

You saw two things before the light in your eyes had all but faded away. The first were the colors of faux pity and apathy that swirled in Sōsuke Aizen's irises, spiraling like a storm that was certain to wreak havoc in its wake. His gaze was devoid of any regret or remorse; the final metaphorical nail on the coffin. The second was a small smile.

But this wasn't one of his smiles you were familiar with. No wait . . . . the one you knew was simply a veneer of what is.

This smile was slanted, the corners of his lips tilted upwards and was sharp. Sharp enough to cut open your already gaping wound further and completely tear you apart, spelling out your demise. It looked insidious as if it were hiding razor-edged fangs. This was what is; Aizen's real smile.

"I. . . I see. Aize. . . ." were the last words you were able to manage. You didn't have the strength to be upset or hurt any longer, so you gave in to the exhaustion.

Your body permanently relaxed, long lashes veiling your now empty eyes as your arms lifelessly dropped to your sides. The captain found a disturbing amount of pleasure in his name being the final word you attempted to speak before succumbing to the sleep of death.

And even after the fact, the facade of doomed, star-crossed lovers persisted as your body slumped backwards. Aizen's strong forearm wrapped tightly around your waist being the only reason you didn't fall to the ground in a puddle of your own blood.

That day was the last anyone saw of you, your zanpakuto still laid idly in your room, its spirit destined to forever wander in the afterlife between worlds alone, eventually fading from existence without ever feeling the presence of its master again.

They had declared you missing by the end of the next day. Lieutenant Hisagi was probably the most perturbed about your sudden disappearance. Days, weeks passed, and they never located you. The Gotei 13 was left unsettled by the lack of progress, but ultimately had to rule your case inconclusive. Some believed that you were simply killed by a stray hollow, or even ran away from your duties because of the stress.

The news of what happened spread like wildfire across all the squads, that a high-ranked officer just up and vanished without a trace. The spirits and morale of the thirteen companies dampened, sorrow and worry swelling like a festering boil.

And that boil burst when Ryoka infiltrated the Soul Society, and when it was revealed that all of it was carefully orchestrated by Sōsuke Aizen.

Like a blade of grass that somehow snuck into one's sandals or in between their toes, during his time in Hueco Mundo, images of you flashed in his head at unexpected times when his mind was quiet. He'd remove the grass, tossed you aside, and moved on with his day. There was no room for you in the grand scheme of things. Such reminisces were beneath someone like him.

And yet.

He'd always find another piece of grass from the greenery he stepped on whenever he advanced a step in his plans. There you were again.

It was common knowledge that if you kept repeating the same action over and over, it will eventually wear you down.

━━━━━━ 鏡  ━━━━━━━

It was dark, and there was nothing.

There had been nothing for quite a long time now. Utter darkness and the abyssal shade of black engulfed every inch of Aizen's body and surroundings.

He saw nothing, the seals over his eyes too opaque to let anything through. And even if they weren't obscuring his vision, he would barely be able to see three feet in front of him; there was seldom a few lanterns in his cell to begin with. He felt nothing but the bindings that kept him imprisoned in one of the deepest pits of the Seireitei. At times it felt like even his internal organs had stilled in their functions. He heard nothing but the unrelenting quiet of his cell within Mugen's maw. The only thing that served as proof that he hasn't spontaneously grown deaf yet was the occasional muffled noise that originated from outside of the entrance. And even then, he could hardly hear much of anything.

Such is an ironic fate for someone who, with a stray thought and a glint of his blade, could control someone's senses and take away their free will to experience those senses in their reality. And now, he was stripped away of all of his in nearly every capacity.

Sōsuke Aizen was rendered stationary and stagnant, qualities he detested and were the antithesis of his ambitions and plans, perhaps even his existence.

Aizen had always believed in being in control of your own destiny and making your own choices; if you had the opportunity and the power to change something━ especially if it was something that was wrong, unfair or immoral━ then one should be able to move towards that goal by making change, even if by force. The former captain had always been intentional about his actions and his desires right from the start.

And yet, here he ended up.

Spending years strapped to a chair in this dark, cloistered hole, Aizen had nothing but time to reflect the reason for his arrest: that orange haired Ryoka boy, Ichigo Kurosaki. He had nothing but time to admit to himself and settle on the conclusion that his last battle with the substitute Shinigami . . . did something to him.

Fighting the Ryoka boy ignited something inside him that he previously believed would forever lay dormant.

The thrill of a challenge.

Adrenaline was injected into his veins with each clash of their swords, spreading far and wide across every inch of his body. It no longer reacted in the measured, calculative manner he had programmed it to, but with unadulterated, pure instinct and raw power━ all in an effort to not only withstand such potent spirit energy from his opponent, but to come out on top and win.

It made him feel alive.

Aizen's desire to be the victor in battle and in his philosophy━ to prove himself right━ both fueled him and consumed him so thoroughly it led to his own downfall. That was a rather difficult fact to acknowledge; so much so his head started to pulsate intensely whenever it crossed his mind one time too often.

All of it unfolded right in front of his eyes and yet . . . he didn't really see it happen.

As time passed during his perpetual incarceration, with hooded eyes, the former captain spent an unfathomable amount of time tossing and turning every single event that led him to this underground prison, even pondering his temporary release by the Head Captain Kyōraku to fight in the war. Scenarios both minor and significant displayed itself in front of his mind's eye as if he were watching a film.

Every so often, a blurred visage of your image would make a brief appearance, like the flickering sparks of a match before they were able to come to light, fading away into the void and were overshadowed by his other thoughts. It was as if his own consciousness and intentionally muted any manifestations of your existence in his memories. As if he wasn't able to or allowed to see them━ to remember you for too long.

Mentally reliving moments from the last several months, years, decades, centuries━ trying to analyze each moment and decipher where it could have went wrong━ turned out to be quite an exhausting task. His mind and body would grow heavier with inertia, and eventually he would succumb to the alluring pull of slumber. After some time he would rouse from his sleep, and continued from where he left off.

These were his daily activities day in and day out (even though he had trouble distinguishing day and night in his chambers) for years. He saw a positive side to it though. He'd instead think of it has him getting stronger because he had spent so long . . . thinking. Ruminating. Contemplating every possibility in the past, present, and future. His mind would become as sharp as his zanpakuto.

Aizen had always been intentional about what he did, what he said, and how he conducted himself. He was sure in his abilities to orchestrate an image━ a belief for others to have faith in, and act on it in order to further his goals. He was always sure in that image, knowing who he was and what he stood for.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Aizen wasn't consciously aware that his certainty in this crafted image had already begun to waver. He could not and was unable to anticipate how severe these small fractures had become until after a certain lieutenant paid him a visit outside his cell of confinement, right before he was scheduled to be thrown back into that dark hole of the Mugen.

Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi was quite emotive when he burst through the doors. His expressions were contorted in volatile mixture of frustration, anger and sadness. His emotions were every which way, directed at everything that has happened so far, including himself. He was especially emotive at Aizen specifically for what he did to former captain Kaname Tosen and 'corrupting him with his twisted ideals.'

Aizen found amusement in that.

Before he was rolled away by the punishment force and therefore out of earshot, a particular set of Hisagi's words caused the small, content smile on his lips to uncurl ever so slightly. "Everything . . . and everyone that has ever gotten themselves involved with you has been trampled on by you and your ideals one way or another, and they all end up dead. If you think what you did to Captain Tosen was justified━ to call it mercy . . . . . then there is truly no justice in this world. You will . . . forever be the enemy in my eyes."

There was a trembling anger in his voice. Pain that wanted to cry out and be set free but, the thin lid of reason prevented it from doing so. And after a moment of silence, the corners of Aizen's lips curved upwards once more. A little bemused, a little more wolfish this time. He maliciously imagined Hisagi's reaction if he ever discovered the true reason for your disappearance.

But instead, all he said was. "What an interesting thing to say, Shuhei Hisagi. Your conviction is admirable." Any evidence of emotion that might have been reflected in his sepia irises was swallowed up and obscured by the darkness of the Mugen's jaw.

The cracks in Aizen's sense of self, in his beliefs, in the image he invented started to cave under the weight of Hisagi's words before he himself realized it was happening. They were like stains in the fabric of his mind that refused to come out.

What puzzled him more, was that with each attempt to figure out just why Hisagi's words echoed in his mind, they all lead back to you, the third seat of the 9th squad. Annoyingly so.

The tattooed lieutenant hadn’t said anything particularly profound ━ at least, Aizen didn't think so. Your name didn’t even fall from his lips. So why were memories of you and your likeness the only clear thoughts he could make of Hisagi's speech? Was it because he was aware of how close the two of you were? He doubted the reason were that trivial and insignificant.

His thoughts grew more discordant by the day, his soul a little more weighted than usual. Perhaps these new seals that Urahara had fashioned actually had an effect on him, Aizen thought. It made sense. His intellect, other than his own, were the only ones capable of creating such effective restraints.

After a while, he had a revelation. This was a different kind of weight.

This heaviness, the closest word he knew to describe it as . . . . was loneliness.

Time taunted him as it seemed to drag on━ Aizen grew even less sure of how much━ when he came to this realization. Hisagi's words were a clear mirror to the loneliness that echoed within him after what happened to you and to Tosen. It was so . . . potent, that it seemed to strike some chord in Aizen he had never heard before.

Such a chord, this sound of loneliness, it was strange and uncomfortable; he wasn't very fond of this sensation. He'd try to scrub it away, but it was all for naught.

His eyes had slid shut at some point, his ruminations leading to dead ends and wearing him down. And, almost as expected, there you were again, in all your translucent glory. The hem, the sleeves, and even the smell of your yukata slowly dragged across his dreams, haunting his thoughts like a lonely wraith.

And Aizen hardly dreamt of anything.

When he regained consciousness he was plagued with yet another epiphany. An additional reason behind this newfound depth.

Aizen's own loneliness. Guilt. Much to his own quiet horror.

How foreign and unusual a thing like guilt is. It was like looking into a mirror and not recognizing something you had never noticed before, but wondered if it had always been there.

But the thing Aizen did recognize, how lonely he actually felt, was something he had hoped would never resurface again. It was a notion he hadn't had the time or regard to consider━ 'loneliness'. Its only purpose, if any, was solely to serve as a motivator. At times though, it was more like a hindrance.

Something akin to nausea slowly started to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, but he suppressed the sensation before it became any more intense.

What of his previous actions did he need to feel guilty for? He hadn't felt it then, so why would he feel it now? Again he ruminated such a question endlessly into oblivion.

The former captain had no doubts that his plan to remove the Soul King, and therefore the Soul Society's sins, were necessary.

Nor did any hesitancy about removing the opposition or dead weight━ whether shinigami or arrancar━ existed.

He certainly had no reservations against killing Kaname Tosen, for he knew the man well enough to know that Tosen would have been so thoroughly appalled with what he had become, it would have drove him mad.

So what was it, then? Why were such useless emotions as guilt and loneliness being amplified n━

"Y....know, S....."

Even covered by the seals, Aizen's eyes widened and his brows were slightly furrowed in distress. Had his mind finally tipped the scales of sanity and madness, to the point where he was hearing things?

It was quiet for several moments longer, before his senses caught onto the sound of water dripping onto a hard surface.

One drop at a time.

Its cadence a little too rhythmic to be natural. And for a second time, he heard that soft, ominous sounding whisper. Its voice a little clearer this time.

"You...know.....Sōsuke."

In the second it took for his eyes to flutter shut behind its seals to blink, when he reopened them, he was no longer sealed to the walls and floors of the Mugen, nor was he surrounded by every shade of darkness imaginable. His limbs and senses were finally freed to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.

That relief was short-lived when his senses absorbed the unending landscape of water underneath his feet, water lilies lifelessly floating on its surface, and the dim sky illuminated by a full pale moon.

Aizen was in his inner world, and now he was aware of how he got here, or rather who brought him here.

"You . . . already know the answer to that question, Sōsuke." The voice was even more clear, its sentences more comprehensible. And it sounded it eerily like you.

Why the voice was impersonating your likeness had caught him off guard for half a second, but he realized it was only the work of his zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu.

An illusion it may be, there was an untouchable quality about your voice and how you spoke that even Kyoka Suigetsu couldn't replicate.

A few feet away from him, the water was disturbed by a being emerging from the depths. Ripples formed around a manifested version of his zanpakuto, who took the form of you, smiling ever so gently. The smile felt airy, and it didn't seem like the same one that haunted his dreams and every waking thought as of late. It felt....knowing.

Still, the former captain couldn't be bothered to maintain eye contact with his sword spirit, so he turned around and opted to keep his unreadable stare trained on the vast expanse of water and white lilies.

"It's been quite a while since I have stepped foot into this realm. There must be something you want . . . Kyoka."

The zanpakuto chuckled, it sounded like the way you would softly laugh at one of his clever quips. But this wasn't you.

He didn’t want to admit that something about that fact didn’t sit right with him.

"Judging from your tone, would I be correct in assuming you don't want to be here?"

Silence rang out within the soul scape, before Aizen interrupted it, his gentle voice colored a shade darker, and a little rigid. "And I fail to see the reason why you must take that form when you revealed yourself to me. Is your aim to get a reaction out of me? Or something along those lines?"

Your eyes━ the eyes of Kyoka Suigetsu━ narrowed at its master's back, as if they were trying to create concavities in his skull. But the expression was washed away the moment it appeared, the serene smile from before was back in place.

"You know . . . it's considered quite rude to not look at someone when you're addressing them. That, and when you deliberately ignore things they say. Your manners have been deteriorating, Sōsuke. Tsk, tsk."

Kyoka-dressed-as-you suddenly appeared before him, as if they had teleported. Even when they were in his peripheral vision, Aizen still maintained his stare off into the distant nothingness.

"Unless, you can't find it in yourself to look at me. . . that's correct, isn't it? It's because I look exactly like her, right?" The zanpakuto continued to provoke him, taking a step closer into his personal space.

With an exasperated sigh, his eyelids fell shut for a second, using that time to gather the strength he didn't know he needed, and directed his gaze to meet his spirit's. Aizen's face gave nothing away, but his heart lurched about his chest when his bronze eyes met with yours, or what was made to look like yours. The undesired affect it had on him was all the same.

"If you wish to chastise me about manners, I suggest you take your own advice. You didn't answer my first question, either: what is it you want? Why am I here?" Again the former captain chose to not address the other parts of Kyoka's statement. For the sake of his sanity and his thinning patience━ or was it to preserve his resolve?

Its smile widened a bit, moving another step closer to their master. God, Kyoka even smelled like you, mimicking your signature honeyed scent that Aizen didn't realize he found so intoxicating until this very moment.

"I called you here to save you from yourself."

Aizen remained silent, only narrowing his eyes in speculation. "Meaning?"

"Didn't I already say it earlier? I think you already know what I'm talking about, Sōsuke. You've always known."

Fate's pairing of Kyoka Suigetsu with Aizen was a match crafted from the spindles of heaven, but also a maddening curse pulled from the depths of hell, for they complimented each other a little too well. The zanpakuto was too perfect a reflection of Aizen and his soul, looking at it started to hurt his eyes.

His sword spirit insisted that he already knew the reason for his coming here, and perhaps he did have an inkling the moment the light of epiphany was shone on his profound loneliness and guilt. But that couldn't have been what it was referring to . . . . could it?

"You cannot feign ignorance here, my dear Sōsuke, however I do find it rather humorous you bother trying. If you'd like, I don't mind humoring you by spelling it out for you. I'd be glad to unearth the truth that you have buried in the most neglected corner of your heart."

"When you were . . . . subjecting yourself to such mental torment, it had an affect on this world as well. The ripples, the waves in this scape become quite . . . tumultuous." The nuances in your voice were perfected by his zanpakuto, but the way it talked sounded like a fog that was gradually closing in from over the horizon. The uneasy feeling that resided in his chest traveled down to his stomach, but Aizen's face remained steely, even when Kyoka Suigetsu took that final step to close the gap in between them. "And the reason for that, the reason why Hisagi's words rattled you so is because you regret killing that woman."

The creased line in Aizen's brow grew more prominent as he stared down his sentient sword spirit. With its breast pressed against his, they placed a hand on his clothed chest in a tantalizing manner, but he felt nothing. There was no warmth from its palm, much unlike when your hand touched him. There wasn't even a cool sensation either. Even minutes before your death, your touch brought a soothing heat that permeated through his shihakusho and penetrated his skin.

Kyoka's face grew nearer, their smile━ although still tender looking━ grew cold at its edges, nearly resembling that of a predator eager to see despair reflected in the eyes of its prey. It didn't fit the graceful allure of your face at all, and seeing this expression deeply unsettled the former captain more than he would like to admit.

"You regret . . . killing me."

A chill tore through Aizen's body, the weight of Kyoka's words adding onto the heaviness that still hasn't been alleviated from his heart; he was hardly able to suppress the involuntary shiver.

Without warning, Kyoka's mouth suddenly became dangerously close to their master's, its lips brushing against his in a provocative manner. Aizen's expression darkened when he realized that it was reenacting his last encounter with you when you were alive. His mouth started to grow uncomfortably dry, despite his soul scape being full of moisture, and there was a taste on the back of his tongue that's been lingering there since he arrived.

The lilt in Kyoka's tone continued to taunt him. "That is the reason for your guilt: regret. You have been in denial. And in the spirit of unearthing truths, I suppose I can admit that perhaps . . . . I've been . . . . encouraging said delusions, adding drops of fuel into the flames of your emotions and ambitions. But after all that's happened, when it comes down to it there's no point in continuing this hallucination any longer. I've grown tired of this game, so it's time to for you wake up now, Sōsuke. I've brought you here to release you from your own illusion, to completely shatter it."

Aizen's back was as stiff as a board, not moving a millimeter when Kyoka's lips grazed his again. They were breathing softly onto his mouth, but he hardly felt any puffs of air.

The former captain was having a rather difficult time processing the fact that his zanpakuto had its own agenda and had been manipulating his emotions without him noticing. Specifically the emotions he felt towards you.

He never truly believed that such a thing was possible, one's own blade having such a deep-rooted influence━ no, control over their master. Or would it be more accurate to say that he never expected himself to be controlled to such a degree? He that prided himself on being freed from the marionette strings of fate that were tied to his limbs and mind, he that relished being able to do what he wanted, think what he wanted, feel what he wanted━ or what he didn't want━ it was hard to believe that none of that mattered in the end.

Kyoka Suigetsu's deceptive abilities were indeed undeniably perfect. No one, not even Aizen himself could have anticipated that Kyoka's most absolute and complete hypnosis would be enacted on himself.

"Do you know now, Sōsuke? Do you understand?" Kyoka's voice was as soft as a whisper, but it couldn't hide the edges of its tone that were still sharpened from finding amusement of seeing the truth flash across its master's face. "You had destroyed the solution to your existential question of loneliness, before you could fully understand the question itself."

Yes . . . . . Aizen understood now.

He didn't bother acknowledging what Kyoka had said. His grim facial expression━ still, tinged with dolor, and paired with an indescribable, distant look his eyes━ said all that it needed to. His silence was as much as an admission as any.

Kyoka-dressed-as-you leaned forward again to fully close the gap between their lips and Aizen's. Tenderly, like the intentions of a lover, it spoke against his nearly closed mouth. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Nothing but quiet could be heard between them, as Kyoka's mouth moved about their master's face and placed something like kisses upon its surface, but not quite.

Aizen's cocoa-shaded eyes slide down to stare at his sword spirit pressed up against him. His gaze was hard, and yet something swam underneath its surface that his zanpakuto had never seen before. Melancholy, it guessed? They weren't quite sure.

Kyoka pressed on when Aizen remained quiet. "The taste in the back of your mouth. Have you figured out what it was? You know it quite well....."

Aizen's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, sensing the rather unpleasant taste that has coated the inside of it. And within a moment, because he was faced with the current circumstances, Aizen had finally placed a name associated this particular taste. How unfortunate this was.

Upon his realization, Aizen's head lowered, and his brown tresses hung freely over his lashes. Perhaps it was so Kyoka couldn't properly see whatever remorseful expression painted their master's face, but it mattered not. Even from here, the sword spirit could already sense exactly what it was he was feeling.

And they loved it.

"It's a sweet and flavorful taste, isn't it? Quite lovely." Kyoka Suigetsu mimicked the exact words he uttered against your lips all those years ago when he tasted jasmine tea on your tongue, and sealed your death with a kiss. "It's too bad you don't seem to enjoy it anymore."

Aizen's chest continued to rise and fall calmly, and the hands of his sword spirit that rested there glided upwards to cup his strong jaw, caressing his skin with its thumb. Its phantasmic touch did nothing to stir their master.

"Sōsuke, do you know what the jasmine flower from that tea symbolizes?"

Aizen's lips were slightly parted, but again he didn't say anything. Instead, its corners twitched and lifted upwards by an inch, and he huffed softly.

Kyoka Suigetsu grinned in reply. "Good."

The next time Aizen blinked, he was plunged in darkness yet again. The restrictive feeling that swallowed his being whole had returned, and was an indicator that his zanpakuto had released him from his inner world. He was consciously back in the Mugen, back in this abyss they called a prison cell.

Kyoka was indeed as much as a formidable force in its own right, as much as, if not greater than Aizen himself.

The conversation he had with his sword spirit would be cemented in his head for all eternity. When he grew senile and began to physically wither away, the one thing that would remain vital like a young heart, was this epiphany that he had. This realization that he actually . . . .

As the chains of despair bound him tighter to the bottom of the metaphorical pit, regret and his loneliness corroding his flesh and spirit like metal exposed to moisture, a stray memory of his time in Hueco Mundo flashed in his mind. He recalled having tea prepared for meetings with his Espadas and he could not pinpoint when, but at some point, Aizen developed an aversion for jasmine flavored tea. For one reason or another, he no longer found its taste appealing; whenever he drank it, it always tasted bitter.

Now that reason had become painstakingly clear.

The binding on his mouth muffled a rueful chuckle at the though, and it trapped the flavor of jasmine on his lips.

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[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 ( 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 !! )

����. improve your writing skills ( ✒️ )

i feel that not everyone has the perception of how important it is to know how to write. you don't have to be a poet, nor the new emily brontë, but fluid, conscious, rich writing makes the difference. really. you could write a page without saying anything at all, but if that damn page is written good and smoothly, then you can be sure that you will get extra points. take the time to improve your writing skills, the best advice i have for doing so is reading. read as much as you can. read novels (non-fiction in this case doesn't help because the content is preferred rather than the form), read contemporary authors – you don't necessarily have to read sophocles' tragedies, but read quality stuff. expand your vocabulary, your knowledge of syntax, learn to use punctuation! and then write, tell stories, write love letters, write reviews of films, books, cultural festivals, open a blog on tumblr and write to practice, reread what you write ad nauseam, until it is perfect, until the form of your essay is pulitzer prize worthy.

bonus some of my favourite authors (tell me in the comments about yours!): ian mcewan, banana yoshimoto, haruki murakami, george orwell, josé saramago, albert camus, khaled hosseini, hanya yanagihara

𝟮. develop critical thinking ( 💭 )

if you have always studied passively by absorbing information and vomiting it onto a test sheet then you have wasted your time. taking on information is not enough, you need to know how to rework it and develop your own idea about it. especially in the arts and literature one may disagree with certain information provided by a textbook. developing critical thinking is not easy, especially due to the school system that teaches us to standardize thinking. always consult all available sources on a given topic, compare them, analyze contradictions. it might be difficult and tiring – our brain spends more energy processing two conflicting pieces of information than processing two pieces of information that agree – but it will be worth it. by practicing critical thinking and improving your argumentation skills, you will not only be able to improve in your studies, becoming able to present complex topics and make interdisciplinary connections, but also in daily life, you will become much less influenced and manipulated by external information.

𝟯. find yourself an interest ( 🌷 )

it could be anything, but find an interest that excites you and you enjoy and do research about it. watch videos, documentaries, read articles. it doesn't have to be school-related, it must be an external topic that you are passionate about and that allows you to rediscover the joy of studying and learning every time school seems to suffocate it. sometimes i'm not in the mood to study for exams, so i dedicate myself to my personal research and finally find my spark, my seek for knowledge. for example, my interest is true crime, it has always fascinated me since i was little, but yours could be wild animals, makeup, comics, ships, planes, ocean flora, literally anything. there is no constraint.

𝟰. analyze your mistakes and recognize your wrongs ( 🫒 )

there is no shame in making mistakes. everyone makes mistakes, we are human, but the real sin is getting bogged down in mistakes, refusing to acknowledge them, and continuing to make them again and again. we should be continually growing, continually discovering ourselves, both intellectually and emotionally. how many of you were the "gifted kid" when you were little and then grew up into burned out high school / uni students desperately seeking academic validation? there comes a time when talent isn't enough, you have to put in the effort, and this doesn't make you less intelligent or gifted, in fact, quite the opposite. dedicating time and attention to your personal and intellectual growth also means having to ruminate on your mistakes. it's scary, but it's the most effective way if you really want to improve. take a notebook and at the end of the day reflect on the highlights and the wrongs, what you could have done better, where you would like to push forward tomorrow, what you achieved today. did you make a mistake? first ask yourself why and then look for a way to solve the problem, make every bad moment a lesson, a brick on which to build the version of you you wanto to become tomorrow.

𝟱. don't be afraid of doing researches ( 🧃 )

the amount of fake news and misinformation online is appalling. opening any app like tiktok or instagram we are inundated with information that is often (not always, but not so rarely) inaccurate. don't be afraid to conduct your own research, if you have time to mindlessly scroll through tiktok you will also have five minutes to read an article regarding that information provided. don't know the meaning of a word? look it up before using it. not sure about a piece of information? check it before using it in your argumentation. in the age of immediate access to data we have no excuse to be superficial.

𝟲. master communication ( ♟️ )

mastering communication is essential in both personal and professional realms. it's the cornerstone of building meaningful relationships, whether it's conveying ideas effectively in academia or fostering connections in the workplace. developing strong communication skills not only enhances your ability to articulate thoughts but also empowers you to listen actively, empathize with others, and resolve conflicts constructively. ultimately, honing these skills cultivates confidence, credibility, and success in all aspects of life.

𝟳. push yourself out of your comfort zone ( 🧸 )

build your confidence. confidence is uncomfortable. don't be afraid of it. you are young, this is the right time to experiment, take risks, discover who you really are. this is the best time for you to do those things that you would otherwise never do, you don't want to regret later in life that you didn't accept that scholarship, that trip abroad, that job opportunity, because you didn't feel comfortable enough. do things that take you out of your comfort zone until everything becomes your comfort zone. go on solo dates, be a social butterfly, tell the girl at the bookstore you love her t-shirt, go to the theater alone, eat at a restaurant alone, take that trip. if it goes badly, you'll only have one funny story to tell.

𝟴. stay informed about the news (but not too much!) ( 🌍 )

this might be controversial, but: stay informed about the news, just don't overdo it. personally, i am an easily influenced person and i realized that being constantly exposed to the bad things happening in the world had drained me and made me terribly depressed. don't get me wrong, you need to be informed about what's happening in the world and in your country, just being constantly surrounded by horrible news repeated ad nauseam on TV programs is of no use. be aware.

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˗ˏˋ get wrecked, pretty boy ♡ ˎˊ˗

summary ↬ to tease you, gunwook intentionally parades his half-naked self when you and your friends hang out in the apartment. a week later, you give him a taste of his own medicine.

pairing ↬ park gunwook/fem!reader

genre/warnings/tags: cursing, suggestive themes (18+ MDNI), crack-ish ending

type: oneshot (word count: 1.7k)

featuring: ive members as your bffs (they'll be ooc i just know it), zb1 members (gyuvin, matthew, ricky, taerae)

author’s note: hi! this is my first work on this blog. i've posted this before with a diff character (so if u feel like you've read it before, dont worry its my original work lol) and decided to revamp it with my zb1 bias ♡ i hope u enjoy!

⤿ links: nav | m.list (tbz, skz, zb1, b2p)

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A collective shriek rattled the air in the living room when the pretty woman on the screen pulled her love interest in a slow kiss. Popcorn flew over your head. Blankets, pillows, and Liz’s sandals are thrown on the hardwood floor.

Yujin’s tight grip sealed off the circulation in your arm but you were too invested in the dragging kissing scene on the television to care. You both inhaled deeply when the kissing turned into making out.

Liz slammed her feet on the floor. “This is the quality content I signed up for!”

“Waah, I can't believe you picked this movie, Wonyoungie,” Rei squealed as she joined Liz in the middle of the living room. They looped their arms together without taking their eyes off the screen.

On the loveseat, Leeseo hid behind her hands. She jolted when the female character pulled her love interest’s shirt, red painting her cheeks at the sudden heat. “I didn’t think you’d be into this, Unnie.”

In contrast, the woman beside her looks undeterred. Wonyoung leaned her elbows against her legs, eyes focused as if studying the scene meticulously. “I watch it for the plot,” she said unabashedly.

“I think we all do,” you replied, receiving serious nods from your friends.

The living room settled in silence with only the sounds of kissing and sheets rustling in the air.

Suddenly, your bedroom door opened not-so subtly. As if undoing a spell, all heads whipped towards the offending sound.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

Gunwook, your boyfriend since high school, stumbled into the living room in nothing but a pair of low-hanging sweatpants. He rubbed a towel against his dripping hair, adding droplets to the collection on his bare chest. A particular droplet trailed down his stomach towards the hem of his sweatpants and it was only then when you realized, as you stared at the finely-shaped V of his hips, Gunwook wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You told him ahead of your movies-at-home plans with the girls. Knowing him and his teasing tendencies, you specifically told him not to pull anything. The mischievous smirk you received hadn’t reassured you at the time; now you see why.

Resting the towel around his neck, Gunwook finally lifted his head to address your friends. He had the audacity to act surprised. “Oh, hey guys. I forgot we had guests over.” His eyes met yours. Though his smile remained the same, you detected amusement on the rest of his features.

It took one my god comment from Rei and Leeseo coughing in surprise for you to snap out of the trance. Your right eye twitched as you stood up, marched towards your boyfriend, and pulled him into the kitchen, yelling an I’m getting a glass of water over your shoulder.

When you’re finally away from prying eyes, you spun and poked Gunwook's chest harshly. “I told you not to pull anything!”

He shrugged. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean!” You gestured at him from head to toe, trying not to stare at the obvious tent below his navel. “Why…are you..!" You spluttered.

“Honestly, babe. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted to come down for a glass of water after showering.” 

“Then you should’ve put a shirt on!”

“I told you. I just came out of the shower and pulled on the first thing I saw.” An idea seemed to cross his mind. Lips curled slyly, Gunwook leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “Or would you rather I wear only a towel next time?“

The mental image made you unconsciously suck in a breath. He took the opportunity to plant a wet kiss against your shoulder. Instinctively, you bared your neck but instead of going further, he smirked against your skin and pulled away.

Irritation bubbled in your stomach as he tapped your nose. “But of course I wouldn’t dare pull anything like that when you have guests around, right?” He pulled away from you completely and moved towards the fridge.

As you struggled to collect your thoughts, Gunwook placed a glass of water on the counter beside you. When you turned to glare at him, he retreated to the living room with a cheeky grin sent your way.

“Sorry to disturb you guys,” you heard him say and Wonyoung replied with something inaudible. You left the kitchen in time to see the bedroom door close. 

You sensed the uncomfortable atmosphere when returned to your spot on the couch beside Yujin. All of you stared quietly at the paused screen. Nobody tried to meet your gaze.

“Well,” Liz started. You turned to her, internally bracing yourself. If it weren’t for the mirth in her eyes, you would’ve thought she was serious when she asked. “How was that glass of water?”

Just like that, the tension dissolved.

“Oh my God, Liz!”

“Liz, don’t say that!”

“That was so painfully awkward.”

“I never thought Gunwook was that daring.”

“Let’s just continue watching the movie.”

Yujin patted your back awkwardly as Gaeul pressed play on the remote. You all settled back in silence. The two giggled at the exasperated look on your face, thankfully not saying anything about what transpired.

This time, you weren’t focused on the kissing scene. Instead, a single thought swirled in your mind.

You’re not letting him get away with this.

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Your opportunity for payback came quicker than you expected.

The sound of gunshots, explosions, and multiple boys yelling in chorus erupted from your living room. You barely understood the gaming terms being thrown around, but based on amount of trash talking, you realized it was the best time to ruin your boyfriend’s game.

Pulling on a fitted tank top and the tightest pair of booty shorts you owned, you opened your bedroom door and access the situation. Gyuvin, Taerae, and Ricky were on the couch while Matthew and Gunwook were on the loveseat. Perfect, you thought as you waited for right moment to make your entrance.

“I swear it’s like this controller hates me,” Matthew whined after another loud explosion. He shoved an elbow into Gunwook's gut, frowning. “Your controller hates me.”

“Stop making excuses just because you suck,” your boyfriend muttered. You covered your lips with your palm to muffle your laugh.

“It’s okay, hyung. Not everyone has the skills.” The mock barely left Gyuvin's lips when a round of gunshots blared from the speakers followed by Ricky's chuckling. Gyuvin then deflated into the couch.

“Skills, he says."

“Ricky, watch out!” came Taerae's yell.

Another round of gunshots followed by Ricky's drawn-out sigh.

It took another round of trash-talking before you finally deemed the timing right. “Hey guys,” you called out, closing the door behind you with a loud thunk. 

Just like what happened with your friends, all five males turn to you. At first, they wee indifferent. Generic greetings shot your way before they turned back to their game. Your boyfriend didn't even double take.

But instead of feeling discouraged, you gathered your wits and sashayed towards the shelves beside the TV. Nobody reacted when you stood within their visual field...

... until you bent forward slowly to get a magazine from the bottom shelves.

Though you weren't able to see their reactions, you definitely heard them. A faint oh my God from Matthew. A sudden gasp from either Gyuvin or Taerae, or maybe both.

But the reaction that sent tingles down your spine came from your loving boyfriend.

When you straightened up and turned around, his eyes locked you in a stare, slowly darkening as they surveyed down your body.

Acting indifferent to their astonishment (and pushing down a laugh at Ricky's nonchalance), you pulled your hair to one side, presenting the porcelain skin on your neck. From the corner of your eye, Matthew gulped before conspicuously shoving a pillow on his crotch.

“Don’t mind me. Just getting my stuff!” You smiled innocently. Confidence and a hint of pride surged through your veins as the rest of the guys refuse to stare at your barely-clad body any longer—everyone except Gunwook.

When you reach the bedroom door and he looked up, you sent him a playful wink. You were rewarded with an expression that got your blood pumping and you disappeared into the bedroom.

Not even a minute later, you heard Matthew calling Gunwook's name. The bedroom door slamned open and your boyfriend stormed in.

“They’re gonna have sex, aren’t they?” you heard Ricky mutter before Gunwook locked the door behind him. In the blink of an eye, you were pulled against his chest with one of his hands against the skin of your waist and the other grasping your hair. He pressed his lips on your earlobe, gently pulling your hair to expose your throat.

“You are such a tease.” His voice was low; gravelly yet breathy.

Heat pooled in your stomach. You refused to melt in his arms without retaliating. “What can I say?” you whispered, tracing the curve of his spine underneath his shirt. He shivered. “Payback’s a bitch, baby.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is this because of what happened last week?”

“What do you think?” you grumbled. “And here I thought I’m the only one who gets to see you like that.”

His throaty chuckle tickled your ear. “Like what? Dripping wet?” He moved his hand from your waist down to the curve of your shorts and squeezed. He was rewarded with a gasp. “And you think flaunting your ass makes us even?”

“I planned on not wearing shorts at all, you know.”

“Why’d you change your mind, then?”

“Because I’m not a sly bastard like you.”

“Guess that makes me a lucky guy then,” he hummed, sliding his hand inside your shorts.

“Guess it does,” you whispered before finally, finally, pulling him into a kiss.

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Ricky cranked up the volume at the first sound of a bed creaking. “Next time, we’re doing this at my place,” he muttered in irritation. His ears tinged red yet no one comments on it.

Gyuvin and Taerae wore similar expressions of discomfort as they nod.

On the other hand, Matthew hummed in contemplation, unaware of the judging looks in his direction. “You might have the better gaming set up but Gunwook has the better snacks if you know what I—dude, I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

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© qtie (2025). all rights reserved.

[ameliora-j]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO ROUGH DOM NIALL. i’m actually begging. maybe the reader acts up on purpose for attention because niall is busy with his new album and he has to put her in her place 🫢 btw i love ur work, your like my fav author on this app xx

pls ur gonna make me cry :’) thank u angel ♡

content: mean dom!niall, fem!reader, brat!reader, edging, cumplay, impact play (flogging, slapping), spitting, humiliation, degradation, tummy bulge, creampie, breeding kink, lots of pet names, dominant/submissive themes, no aftercare written but it happens!, THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I’M SO SORRY BAE DODOWNEN, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI !

you’re grumpy—and you have been for the last week and a half. had niall been paying any attention to you at all, he’d have realized as such earlier. however, he is deep into the finalization stage of his new album. you’re proud of him—more than proud of him. niall turns your world that much is obvious. you praise any and everything he does. so of course you’re overjoyed he has a new album coming, and so proud of all his hard work.

you just can’t help but feel a little… jealous? neglected? you’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what you would call it in truth. it feels like a big dark cloud of grump is sitting above your head and you can’t do anything about it. niall is your boyfriend, the love of your life… but first and foremost he is your dominant. he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re always on track, and fucks you into oblivion every night.

the problem is that with his new album, he hadn’t fucked you in almost two weeks. to go from having sex every day—multiple times a day—to none at all for a whole two weeks was really taking a toll on you. it’s niall’s own fault, anyway—your sex drive wasn’t nearly this high before you’d met him. you don’t realize that your sexual frustration is building up until you’re already on the brink of an explosion. waking up in the morning with only one thing on your to-do list: be the biggest brat known to mankind.

unbeknownst to you, niall had taken the day off. he realized that he was neglecting you a bit—it’d been too long since he saw your pretty face when you were awake. you’re surprised to see niall still laying in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully when your eyes flutter open. you look to the bedside table and read the numbers on the alarm clock before pushing his shoulder.

niall wakes with a grunt, gasping a bit as he turns to look at you. “wha’s a’matter?” he mumbles tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“you’re late” you mumble grumpily as you move to get out of bed. “wouldn’t wanna keep the love of your life waiting” you slightly grumble as you walk to the bathroom.

“love of my life? what’re you on about, pet? you’re right here” he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits up. “come back to bed, i took the day off. wanna cuddle.”

your heart flutters at the statement, nearly blowing the grump-cloud away, but it’s already hard-set on remaining there for the rest of the day. “i can’t i have things to do.” you say simply as you move to walk downstairs.

niall frowns a bit, clambering out of bed to follow you. “hey wait a second, where are you going?” he asks. you’re never out of bed this quick—even if you do have plans for the day. furthermore, no matter if you’re late, you’re always keen to lay down and have a cuddle with niall.

“since when does my life interest you?” you snark. niall’s jaw clenches. it’s barely been fifteen minutes and he’s already fed up with your attitude. he takes a breath to calm himself, wanting to get to the root of the issue before taking things too far.

“your life always interests me. you’re my girl, don’t be ridiculous” he shakes his head. you simply scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving past him and going to take a shower.

niall is quick to grab your wrist, dragging you back to his chest and squeezing your jaw. “listen here you little brat. i took the day off to spend quality time with you but i can just as easily spend it beating the brat out of you. so what will it be?” he growls lowly. you seal your fate when you suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips and spitting on him.

his eyes go dark and he chuckles lowly, slapping his palm against your cheek roughly. “i’m gonna make you regret that” he murmurs.

niall all but drags you back to the bedroom, shoving you roughly onto the bed. you whimper a bit, squirming in anticipation as he walks over to the closet, grabbing his duffel bag full of toys, ropes, and all of his ‘dom essentials.’ “what are you doing?” niall asks when he turns around—noting you hadn’t moved from where he put you.

“sitting” you hum, snark still lacing your tone. niall chuckles, shaking his head a bit as he walks over to you. he grabs you by your neck, forcing you to stand before tearing your nightgown from your body—practically tearing the flimsy fabric in two.

you squeak as niall spins you, forcing you down onto the bed before pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. you hear rummaging before one of niall’s hands rubs over your ass. “pick a number between one and five.”

he’s angry—really angry—he usually always adds a pet name even if you’re in trouble. you bite your lip, thinking hard about what number to pick. you knew how niall’s spankings worked. you would pick a number, and if you got it right then that’s how many spanks you got. if you got it wrong, then he’d double whatever number he was thinking of. you squeeze your eyes shut tight, going with the safest option smack dab in the middle. “three?” you say hesitantly.

niall smirks, rubbing his hands over your ass. “oh, princess” he hums in a sickly sweet tone—and you nearly smile before realizing that you’re being mocked as his hand strikes your ass cheek. “it was five” he says lowly.

the number is the only warning that you get before niall winds up his flogger and slams it down on your ass. you practically scream into the comforter, tears already pricking the corners of your eyes. he doesn’t start off gentle or work his way up, and he gives you no respite as he continuously whips his flogger on different areas of your backside.

you make sure to call out numbers clear and concise—not wanting to start over with niall in this mood. by the time he’s finished with you, you’re a wet mess—in more ways than one. tears spilling down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips, and cunt sticky with arousal.

“okay okay okay” niall hums as he turns you around. “i know baby, i know. you’re okay… you’re fine” he coos tauntingly as he pulls you to his chest. “‘s okay, i’ll give y’what y’want… quit y’tears” he mumbles as he tugs his sweats down. he lays you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable on top of the pillows before kissing your head.

“oh there’s my girl” he smirks as he runs his cock through your sticky folds. you whine softly, arching towards him before he pushes your hips down. “stay still, y’brat” he grunts, slapping your cunt a few times. you shriek with each hit, your legs wiggling in an attempt to get away as you look at him tearily. “jus’ lay there and take my cock.” he mumbles as he slowly pushes into you.

the both of you moan as he bottoms out, you gripping niall’s shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. “fuckin shit babydoll” he groans, pressing down on the bulge of his cock your tummy. “forgot how goddamn tight you were” he gasps a bit, slowly pulling his cock out before thrusting back in.

niall is in heaven… he’s practically pussy drunk off one stroke alone. his head falls back and his eyes roll as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. you’re like a vice, almost as if you wouldn’t let go even if he begged you to. your pussy is sucking him in, leaking around him like a fountain of eternal youth and he’s so close to busting that he has to take a deep breath and distract himself. “this what you needed baby?” he mocks. “just a big cock to fill up your tight little cunt?” he hums.

“ni…” you whine softly and he simply chuckles before setting a pace. once he’s adjusted to your tightness and calmed himself down, he’s able to fuck you how he wants. he holds your hips down against the mattress setting a brutal and punishing pace in your cunt.

“that why you had an attitude? haven’t fucked you properly lately?” he laughs at you. actually laughs at you, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. “you’re so pathetic” he mumbles, spanking your clit. “all it takes is some dick n you’re all smiles again.”

“yeah daddy” you moan in agreement, nodding dumbly as your eyes fluttered closed. you barely even register the words niall is saying to you—all you know is that they’re mocking and unkind. but, this is all you wanted—what you’d been dreaming of for so long so you had not a care in the world. not a thought bouncing around your skull other than more more more.

more love. more affection. more close. more cock. more niall. he engulfed you, not just due to his much larger stature. he had you pinned between the bed, your bodies so close that you could feel the beads of sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto you. he was everywhere—on top of you, inside of you, touching you, his scent engulfing your nostrils as you lay on his pillow.

your head was swimming in a pool of niall and you were content to drown in it until niall forces your leg up over his shoulder. he reangles his hips and slams his cock back directly into your gspot. “daddy!” you shriek out loudly, your back arching high off the bed.

“yeah baby, daddy’s here” he mumbles, reaching to rub your clit. “daddy’s right here baby. jus’ lay pretty and take my cock, yeah?” he flashes a bright smile your way, winking at you—his hips never breaking rhythm as he punishes your cunt with his cock.

you can barely choke out a response your cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm dangles so close, yet so far away. “are you gonna cum baby? i can feel you squeezing me” he hums, fucking you faster. “do you want to cum princess?” he mocks.

“yeah! yeah, yeah, yeah!” you chant, nodding rapidly as your hips begin stuttering against his. “oh fuck yeah!” you whine.

“awh… ‘s too bad i didn’t say you could then, isn’t it?” he hums, slapping your clit once more and laughing meanly. you whine in frustration, tears wetting your lashes as you force your orgasm back. “jus hold it baby, you can do it” he teases, but begins rubbing your clit in small, deliberate circles. “right? for daddy?” he smirks.

you gasp, nodding dumbly as your eyes roll. “f-f’daddy” you nod, your legs beginning to shake. you feel niall’s cock give a twitch at that, his hips stuttering a few times before he finds his pace once more.

“daddy’s gonna cum baby” niall moans in your ear, beginning to nip and suck the skin of your neck. “gonna fill this tight cunt… give you m’babies you want that?” he smirks.

“yeah daddy… yeah gimme your babies please” you whine, beginning to rock your hips in time with his.

“then cum with me, princess” he whispers, squeezing your throat just as your orgasm starts. you moan loudly, unable to stop the spasming of your body as you cream around niall’s cock. you distantly register his slew of swears through loud moans as you feel his seed painting your walls. you moan softly as he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss—filled with love and passion.

niall pulls away breathlessly, smiling down at you in adoration as he gently pushes your hair from your face. “is my good girl back yet?” he hums softly, gently peppering kisses over your face.

the airy giggle you let out is enough to let niall know he’d fucked you nine ways from sunday and you were now deeply submerged in a submissive headspace. if that wasn’t enough for him, then your soft: “yeah daddy” as you nose against his neck seals the deal for him.

he hums a bit in relief—pride maybe?—before kissing your neck again. “good… you keen for a cuddle now?” he smirks softly at you.

[jadegrey711]

Party of Three

A/N; I don't know what came over me on this one. I must have been ovulating, but I so loved the idea of Frank x Fem!Reader x Billy. So this is pure unholy filth and please enjoy! Also Frank has his delicatable long hair from the beginning of season 2 in this one. And as always...

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Billy watched both of you. He watched Frank, tilting his head as he took in the soft expression on his face and the small smile he would deny ever crossed his face if Billy ever mentioned it to him. And Billy watched the target of Frank's gaze; you.

You were a cute little thing. Laughing at something the bartender said as he placed your favorite after work Friday night drink in front of you.

Frank was stupid if he thought Billy didn't know why he dragged him to this spot for the past three Friday nights. Billy chuckled as he looked back at the love-lorn look he wore as he took in the sight of you. Tonight, you wore a maroon top, with a high neck, and dark high-waisted trousers; ever the professional, even when you were getting your ritual Friday night drink.

Billy had to admit he understood the fascination Frank had with you. It didn't take him long to find the same qualities in you beautiful that Frank did.

Billy took a sip of his beer.

"So, is this the night that we chat her up?"

Frank's gaze snapped back to Billy. "W-What?"

Billy smirked. "Come on Frank. I think we've done plenty of recon. Now it's time to engage the target. I can chat her up if you want."

Frank's cheeks flushed. "No."

"Why? I'm pretty sure the last woman we chatted up had a very fun time with us. Or is this one you want to do on your own?"

Frank's cheeks only got redder. "No. I just..." Frank trailed off.

"Use your words, Franky." Billy smiled.

"I just don't know if she would be okay with that." Frank whispered, his cheeks turning redder.

"Frank. You never know unless you go up to her. Tell you what." Billy said, taking the last swig of his beer and getting up from his seat. "I'll chat her up and when she's warmed up, I'll signal to you."

"Wait Billy." Frank said a bit startled.

Billy looked back at Frank; his eyebrow raised. "Frank, do you want her or not?"

Billy watched as Frank looked back over to you, where you were sat by yourself watching the sports game that was on, casually stirring your drink, before looking back to Billy.

"Yes."

"Here you go, hon." The bartender said as he placed a fresh drink in front of you.

"Thanks Monty." You smiled at the aged bartender, before he walked away to help another guest.

"Midori sour?" A voice said from the right of you. You looked over your shoulder and saw one of the most gorgeous men you'd ever seen.

"Uhh. Yes" You stuttered trying to remember for a second what the hell he just asked before your brain decided to power down.

“I’ve never had one before. Are they good?” He asked, rubbing his long index finger on the rim of his glass.

“I like them. I like the way Monty makes them the best. He uses the good sour mix, or just uses lemonade.” You paused. “But you don’t really look like the type of guy who would enjoy a Midori sour.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because usually guys who drink old fashioneds are not the kind of people who will just randomly decide to mix things up. Especially with a Midori sour.” You said gesturing to his glass.

He smiled, looking down at his glass. “I guess you’re right. The devil you know and all that.” He smiled and drank down the last of his drink before signaling the Monty for another one.

“What’s your whiskey of choice?”

“Macallen 30.”

“Oh! You’re one of those posh types.” You giggled.

The stranger laughed. “Very much so. I know what I like. Ms.?”

You said your name before reaching your hand out to shake his, which seemed to make him smile more. Before he casually reached out his hand and took yours; his hand felt soft and warm under yours.

“I’m Billy.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Billy.” You said before noticing that your hand was still in his, you felt your cheeks heat and pulled your hand away just as Monty brought Billy his next drink. “So, what brings you here on a Friday night?” You asked, setting your eyes back on the hockey game in front of you, since that felt like the safest option.

“I’m actually here with my friend, Frank. We just finished another job in the city and decided to celebrate a bit.”

“Oh! Where’s your friend?” You asked, watching as Billy made a gesture with his hands and you watched as the most “manliest” man you had ever seen approach where you and Billy were sitting.

There was no doubt that Billy was handsome; extremely so, but more of a refined handsome; like the Macallen 30 he was drinking. His friend Frank though was the complete opposite; he was handsome in the way that simply felt primal. His eyes were dark like Billy’s, and his nose was large and off centered, like it had been busted up a few more times than normal. His hair was longer than Billy’s, whereas Billy’s was neat and trimmed up, the sides faded; Frank looked more casual. And while the scars on his face made him seem tougher than nails, the sheepish smile that he wore when he finally made it up to where you and Billy were sitting showed he was a gentle giant.

Billy introduced you to Frank and Frank’s cheeks heated even more as he reached out for your hand and shook it before sitting at the bar on your left.

After that the three of you seemed to chat for hours, it didn’t help that Billy insisted that the three of you celebrate the end of their recent contract with a shot. Which went from one to two to three, safe to say you were pleasantly buzzed now, but strangely enough you didn’t feel like you were in danger with the two of them on either side of you. In fact; you felt quite the opposite, it was like if there was anyone dangerous in this bar right now, they’d be an absolute idiot to try and approach you with the two of them on either side of you.

When Billy set down a fourth shot in front of you, you let out a low groan. “This is the last one! You understand me? Both of you.” You said in your best stern voice as you gestured to both of them.

“You’re very cute when you’re trying to be tough.” Billy purred and casually reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Frank cleared his throat and threw back the shot, and the rest of you followed suit.

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier.” Billy chided.

You let out a laugh. “No. I’ve never been in a threesome.” You chuckled, the idea of it absolutely absurd and you had no idea how the conversation had gone up to this point but here it was. “That’s the kind of thing that only happens in porn.” You laughed, not catching the look that Frank and Billy just shared with each other.

“What if the opportunity presented itself to you?” Billy asked, his voice ever calm and collected.

“Hmm.” You said, before putting your hands on your chin, looking like you were deep in thought. “Is it with two guys? Or me and another girl?”

“Two guys.”

“I mean hypothetically speaking, I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. I mean what kind of woman wouldn’t say yes to having two smoke shows. I’d probably have to stretch first.” You chuckled, looking at both Frank and Billy. “Why are you offering?”

You said it as a joke, I mean who honestly wouldn’t want to hook up with two of the hottest guys you had ever met before? No one that you knew that’s for sure. But as you played with the empty shot glass in front of you, your fingers twirling it in circles, you noticed both of them were quiet.

You felt your throat go bone dry. “A-Are you offering?”

“What if we were?” Billy asked, his voice ever cool and collected.

“I-.” You stuttered out, not knowing what to say looking back from Billy to Frank, who was keeping eager eyes on you, his cheeks flushed pink. "Are you serious?"

Billy leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "I don't joke about wanting to fuck gorgeous women I meet." He whispered before kissing you just below your ear.

"I really don’t know what to say." You stuttered out.

“Just say yes. unless you really don’t want to.” Billy said softly, his dark eyes burning.

“I -.” You paused, your brain going completely silent as you thought about how much of a once in a lifetime offer this was. You chuckled to yourself at the idea of it, have a threesome on Friday and be back in the office Monday morning. I mean, that’s seriously a porn plot. But as you took in the eager and awaiting gaze of Frank, and the sharp, enticing eyes of Billy. You couldn’t help but think about how stale your life feels right now, like it’s just endless routine that you just can’t seem to break out of, and these two men were handing you the hammer.  

“I want to.” You stuttered out, surprising yourself.

“Good. Then it's settled." Billy said matter of fact, before he slapped down money on the countertop and Frank grabbed your jacket and handed it to you; before he took your hand gently and lead the three of you out of the bar.

You walked for a moment before you reached their car and Billy headed to the driver’s side while Frank opened the backseat door for you. You looked back at Frank, who smiled at you warmly, before leaning in and kissing you. It was soft and sweet; his rough hands made their way around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You relaxed under his touch and made it was the alcohol making you feel brave but you eagerly kissed him back, and after a minute Frank pulled away.

"You’re safe with us." He said softly, those dark brown doe eyes looking at you with sincerity and you knew he meant it.

Without another word, you climbed into the back seat of the car; Frank following behind you and Billy pulled away from the curb.

You leaned back towards Frank again, wanting more of his sweet kisses and he obliged caressing your face and entangling his large hands in your hair.

You pulled away from his soft lips. "I've never done this before." You stuttered out.

"It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with.” He smiled.

"Okay." you whispered before Frank started kissing you again. His hand in your hair tightened and pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck for him and you let out a sigh as he kissed your neck, sucking on the spot right below your ear, earning a low moan from you.

As Frank kissed you, you felt braver and decided to move from your spot in the backseat, to sit on Frank’s help. His hands immediately wrapped around your waist, and stroked your back and grabbing fistfuls of your ass; as you felt him deepened the kiss. No longer feeling soft and innocent as his tongue slid past your lips.

You felt hot and aroused, as Frank made out with you in the back seat of Billy's car, knowing that Billy was watching and waiting patiently for his turn.

Frank’s hands tightened on your ass, as you lavished his neck with kisses, sucking at the spot right where his neck and shoulder meet, earning a low groan from him. You felt yourself growing bolder as you rocked your hips into his, needing to feel some kind of friction between the two of your bodies and Frank was more than willing to help you out. As his large hands, took fistfuls of your ass and helped grind you down onto his hard cock, which was still painfully confined in his jeans.

“Fuck, baby.” Frank moaned out. His kisses becoming more urgent.

“Frank.” You whimpered. You thought you were going to cum just like this, rubbing yourself against his jeans. You didn’t even notice that Billy had pulled into a parking garage and had been watching you two for the past few minutes, before he cut the engine.

You looked back at Billy, who’s eyes were fixed on the two of you and you felt your skin flush with embarrassment.

“Are you gonna make her cum here Frank? Or are we taking this party upstairs?” Billy asked casually, licking his lips.

Without a word from Frank, you were surprised as you felt his hands move your hips faster, letting out a little gasp from you as he ground your center on the seam of his jeans and somehow, he found the perfect spot where the seam of his jeans lined up with your clit and rubbed you endlessly against it. You most definitely would be cumming here. You buried your face in the hollow of Frank’s neck as you felt your orgasm build.

“Fuck.” You moaned out. You weren’t even doing the work anymore, Frank was the one driving your hips against his body, bringing you closer to your orgasm. You fisted your hands in his hair as you felt your orgasm peak, your back arching. “Fuck!” You shouted out again as you finally felt your orgasm crash over you. Frank’s hands eased their motions, and held you close as you felt the aftershocks of your orgasm slowly fade and your breath coming back to normal.

“Let’s go inside honey.” Frank whispered, kissing your hair and bringing you with him as he got out of the car and gently placed you on your feet. You held onto Frank for a moment as you tried to steady yourself, before you let Frank direct you in the direction Billy was walking.

When you entered Frank and Billy's apartment, Billy went to the drink cart and poured three glasses of whiskey and handed it to you and Frank as you marveled at their apartment.

"This is really nice, you said in awe as you looked out the window, taking in the skyline view of the city.

"Private security does have its perks." Billy quipped, coming behind you and gently pushing your hair away from your neck. You felt your body tense at the sensation.

"Shh." Billy whispered. "It's okay, darlin'. Just like Franky said, we don't need to do anything you don't want to. If you want only Frank to touch you, I'll sit and watch. I'll even understand if you don't want me here." He said pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "It might take me a couple of cold showers to get rid of this hard on that you and Frank dry humping in my back seat caused me." He chuckled. "But I'll understand. You're in control here, princess."

You turned back to see Frank sitting down on the sofa watching the two of you eagerly, and he smiled. "He's right. Everything and anything don’t happen without your say so."

"Okay." You whispered. Looking back at Billy you nodded and he smiled continuing his slow kisses up your neck. Earning a low moan from you as he sucked spot where your neck and shoulder meet. All the while his hands, roamed down your body, cupping your breasts through your blouse. His deft fingers casually popping open only some of the buttons as they traveled down further till, they got to the top of your slacks.

"This okay princess?"

"Yes.” you breathed.

"Good." His fingers, undid the top button of your slacks and that was all he needed to wiggle his hand inside your pants, and find you soaked for him and Frank. He let out a low hum as he rubbed his two fingers against you through your underwear.

"Oh, Franky you got her all-wet in the back of my car.” Billy chuckled, as his fingers, moved gracefully against your slit.

“Is that so?” Frank said gruffly from his spot on the couch.

“Oh yeah, she’s soaked through these little panties. That little taste test of an orgasm you gave her has already got her all wet and needy for us. Frank did a good job getting you all wet, didn’t he honey?”

You nodded, your head resting on Billy's chest as you felt his large hand move back and forth inside your slacks. You felt like you could implode again just from Billy doing this, his fingers rubbing your slick on over your panties in front of the entire city to see.

"Don't worry honey, it's tinted and bulletproof." He chuckled, "Besides that's not our real audience; is it?" He said before he turned you both to face Frank who was watching with gritted teeth from the couch.

"There's our audience." He said low in your ear. before slipping his fingers back into your pants this time slipping past your panties too, his fingers moving back and forth through your folds. "She's so sweet Frank, so soft and smells so good." Billy whispered, his nose pressed into your hair. "You want to be the first to taste her or me?"

Frank got up from the couch, his face stern and hard as he said "Me."

Frank was close to you, and you watched in fascination as Billy pulled his fingers out of you and presented his soaked fingers to Frank who proceeded to suck on them, tasting your arousal on Billy's fingers.

"Oh fuck." you whimpered, now understanding exactly what you had gotten yourself into.

"Here's how tonight’s gonna go honey. I'm going to get you off." He said slipping his fingers back inside your pants, his thumb toying with your clit as he slipped one finger inside you, causing you to arch into Billy's chest.

"Then Frank's going to get you off." He said adding another finger inside you, thrusting deep and slow inside you, while his thumb continued in slow motions against your clit. "And maybe we'll do that one more time. Before we both get you off together. Does that sound alright?"

You hummed, feeling your orgasm climbing.

I’m going to need an actual answer honey. Or this doesn't go any further. He said before pulling his fingers out of you, making you whimper.

"Yes.” You whined.

"That's our girl. Now be a good little thing and cum on my fingers, so Frank can eat you up." Billy sunk his fingers back into your tight pussy his movements faster this time as Frank went for your blouse, finishing off the rest of the buttons and pulling down your bra taking your nipple into his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" You cried, trying to turn your head away from the stimulation that both of them were causing. But it was no use, they had you confined in their honey trap. Billy was pressed against your back, and Frank in your front. You felt your orgasm coming quicker than you had ever experienced before with a partner and before you knew you were cumming onto Billy's fingers, your head pressed back against his chest, your back arched giving Frank more access to lather your nipples with his tongue; while Billy’s fingers continued to pump into you as you rode the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You tried to calm your breathing as you felt your orgasm come down and watched as Billy pulled his fingers out of your pussy and suck on them.

He let out a low hum. "You were right Frank. She's sweet."

Frank hummed against your skin, as he kissed his way down your body. His fingers finishing up the job that Billy started and pulled down your pants, letting them pool on the ground, before he gently grabbed each one of your legs and helped you carefully step out your pants. Meanwhile, Billy's hands pushed off your fully unbuttoned blouse and made quick work of your bra.

The two of them left you only in your panties but you had a feeling those would be gone quick enough.

Frank was knelt in front you, staring at your panties, it should've made you felt self-conscious being naked in front of the two of them, but as Billy's hot hands roamed up and down your arms that thought quickly evaporated.

"You got her nice and soaked." Frank whispered, reaching his thumb out and circling your clit through your panties, earning a low hiss from you from the overstimulation.

"Careful Frank. I don't think she's had anyone play with her like we will. Best take it easy on her."

"Yeah.” He replied softly, as if stuck in thought. “I'll take my time honey."

You watched as Frank pressed a soft kiss to your clothed pussy, and you could've sworn your felt another gush of arousal slide down your leg.

Billy's nose brushed against your ear and he watched with you, as Frank wrapped his fingers around your panties and pulled down and just like he had with your pants, he carefully lifted each foot and then threw them aside.

"Frank's very good at this." Billy whispered in your ear. " I sat and watched him one time tie up another partner and eat her out for hours. She cried and begged for him to stop, to give her a rest but rest wasn’t at all on Franky’s mind that night." He chuckled against your hair, placing a kiss on your head and the action felt even more intimate than what the three of you were currently doing.

You let out a sharp breath and jumped slightly in Billy's arms as Frank pressed a kiss to your hip.

"Easy, honey." Frank chuckled. "I told you I’m going to take it nice and slow." He pressed another kiss to the other side of your hip before he placed his hands on the back of your legs and opened your legs more for him. "That's a good girl." He said in a low voice, before placing another kiss on each side of your inner thighs. You watched in rapture as he placed one last kiss directly to your clit, before he took his fingers and gently spread you open to him, and diving his tongue in. You let out a gasp, and watched as Billy traced your nipples with his thumb as Frank ate you out.

He was true to his word and was gentle as he lavished your clit, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it lightly was enough to make you arch back into Billy, earning a low chuckle.

"I think she liked that, Frank." Billy smirked, his fingers brushing your hair back away from your shoulder and placing another kiss there.

Frank didn’t say anything as he sucked on your clit again, earning a low whimper from you. Frank's fingers worked with his tongue, pulling low moans from you as he ate you out with a slow burning passion you had no idea existed before. You guess it truly was Frank's favorite thing.

While Frank was building you up to an orgasm you didn't know if you'd recover from Billy was lavishing your shoulder and neck with kisses, his fingers deftly working your nipples and before you knew it, he was kissing you his tongue invading your mouth like Frank's was invading your pussy. They both felt hot and wet as their tongues swirled, building your orgasm piece by piece. He placed your leg onto his shoulder, letting his tongue dive deeper into your sex. You felt your orgasm coming closer, and you placed one hand on Frank's head keeping him there feasting on you as you took the other, and tangled it in Billy's hair, trying to hold onto everything and anything as Frank brought you closer to your orgasm.

When that cord finally snapped, you broke from Billy's kiss and let out a cry as Frank ate you through your orgasm. Billy held you close and watched eagerly as Frank ate you out through your orgasm, watching as your arousal covered his face.

"Did such a good job Franky. Taking care of our girl, make sure you clean her up real nice for me."

Your mind went hazy and the only thing in this world that you knew was Frank's tongue and Billy's lips. As Frank drank in your release and Billy continued lavishing you with kisses. With one final kiss to your clit, Frank stood up, you could see the slight shine to his face and felt your face flush at the look of your release covering his chin.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Billy whispered in your ear. "Made a mess didn’t you Frank?"

Frank nodded.

"Why don’t you be a dear and clean him up." Billy said, giving you a slight push until you were in Frank's arms, kissing him deeply and tasting your release on his lips. You were breathless and hanging onto Frank for dear life, your body felt limp in his arms, as you tried to come back from one of the best orgasms of your life.

Then Frank easily picked you up, your legs wrapping around his middle and your arms wrapped around his neck, breathing in the smell of him. You didn't even notice that Frank was walking and taking you out of the room and into a different one.

"Still doing okay honey?" He said his voice gruff.

You nodded against his neck, and then remembered their rule. "Yes, Frank."

"Good." He placed you gently on the bed. Your body was sprawled out on one of their beds and you turned to look at Billy who had a hungry look in his eyes.

You watched eagerly, as Billy began undressing himself, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

 You quickly got to your knees on the bed, as Billy came closer to the edge of the bed and grabbed for him; your lips clashing against his in a game of dominance you were going to have fun losing. All the while your fingers moved quickly to undo his belt and slide down his pants. You let out a gasp as you felt Billy bite down your bottom lip, earning a low chuckle from Billy.

Billy groaned against your lips, kissing you deeply; his hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair, keeping you close to him. Pausing only for a moment as he kicked off his trousers, and climbed onto the bed with you.

Billy laid you down onto his bed, and looked down at you splayed completely naked and vulnerable for him. Billy took his time admiring you in this state, your hair in soft tangles from where he fisted it in his hands. Your body soft and pliant underneath him, he watched as your chest rose and fell under his watchful gaze.

“God, look at her Frank. She truly is stunning.” Billy said, his head tilted to the side; like a cat watching the mouse squirm under its paw.

You felt your cheeks heat and reflexively reached up to cover yourself from Billy’s intense gaze.

Billy didn’t like that one bit. “Oh no pet.” Billy chuckled, before grabbing your hands and keeping them above your head, causing your breasts to arch up higher. “There will simply be none of that. You are ours tonight, and there will be no hiding from us. After tonight there will be no inch of you that we won’t be deeply acquainted with.” He smiled, keeping both of your hands contained in one of his, and leaning down to suck on your nipple.

You let out a low moan, arching up into his mouth.

“That’s our girl.” He moaned, his free hand sneaking down your body, finding you slick for his intruding fingers. He hummed again, before sucking on the other nipple. “She’s ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?”

“Yes Billy.” You moaned, as Billy pumped his fingers in and out of you in a slow teasing motion; before pulling them out and replacing them with something bigger. You let out a small gasp as you felt Billy’s cock slide against your wet pussy, the head of his cock bumping against your clit; sending delightful shocks of pleasure throughout your body. He slid his cock against your wet pussy, getting himself slick from your arousal before he pushed himself against your entrance.

You whimpered at the stretch of him.

“That’s it princess. Take all of me.” Billy said his fingers finding your clit again and easing the intrusion as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. “Look how well she’s taking me Frank.” Billy purred.

And immediately your head snapped in the direction of Frank, honestly having forgot about him till this point. You looked over and saw him splayed out on the couch directly across the room, his hand fisting his cock as he watched the both of you in rapt attention. You felt another wave of arousal as you watched him pump his cock, your eyes meeting his as Billy’s thrusts started to get faster.

“She likes what she sees Franky. Her pussy just clenched against my cock, when she saw you pumping yourself over there. Don’t worry princess, Frank is going to have his turn real soon.” He purred in your ear, before kissing your neck, sucking harshly on the skin there that you knew that after tonight your skin would be littered with marks.

You let out a low moan as you felt Billy’s pace getting faster, his thrusts brutal as you felt him edge you closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it princess let me ruin you.” Billy grinned, letting your hands go so you could fist them in his hair as he brought you over the edge.

You gripped his hair tight as your orgasm ripped through you, causing your back to arch off the bed. “Fuck!” You screamed out, holding onto Billy for dear life as you rode the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Mmm” Billy hummed. “You’re so pretty when your stuffed full of my cock.” He chuckled, but before your body could fully calm down from your orgasm. Billy pulled out of you and flipped your body so you were on your belly facing Frank, before he thrusted his cock back inside you; earning a low cry from you. “That’s better isn’t it Franky?” He purred.

Frank didn’t say anything as he continued slowly pumping himself. It’s like he wasn’t jerking himself off to actually cum, but to keep himself hard for you; patiently waiting for his turn.

Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair again and pulled your head up to meet with Frank’s eyes again as he said. "Look at Frank all by himself, doesn’t seem right, does it? After how good he tongue-fucked this little pussy, getting her all nice and wet for me. We should help him out huh?"

You nodded eagerly, and Frank came to the edge of the bed, he grabbed your chin and brought you face to face before kissing you again and then giving your mouth his cock, you hummed in satisfaction feeling complete with the both of them inside you. Frank let out a grunt as your tongue slathered up his cock, and sucked him down with ease. You were so relaxed and worked up, he just slid right in home.

“Fuck princess you look so beautiful taking Frank's cock like that. Doesn’t she Frank?"

"Yeah, she does." Frank said, cradling your face with his rough hand, moving his hips ever so slightly in time to Billy's. "She's gonna cum. Aren’t you, Honey?"

You nodded and moaned, your mouth full of Frank's cock as Billy rubbed circles into your clit.

"She's so fucking tight. She's gonna milk me dry Frank."

“Oh, I bet. She’s taking my cock like she's made for me. Are you made for me honey?"

"She's made for us." Billy moaned his rhythm stuttering for just a moment before he pinched your clit and you screamed around Frank's cock, as your orgasm crashed over you.

Billy was soon to follow and then Frank, you swallowed down Frank's release the best you could before he pulled out of your mouth.

The three of you collapsed together, in a heap of naked and half naked bodies. The three of you trying to get your breathing evened out.

“Give us 30 minutes then you can take Frank while I fuck your pretty mouth. Fair is fair.” Billy smiled, his thumb tracing your lips and wiping the edge of your mouth before popping his thumb into his mouth.

While you tried to even out your breathing, you smiled; thinking about your coworkers on Monday morning asking how you spent your Friday night.

[rebound-valentine-vn]

Hiya there! I'm Yuki and I'm currently creating a small passion project game; Rebound Valentine!

it's a yandere visual novel I'm working on inspired by an asmr video I saw back on valentines day weirdly enough-

This blog is mainly for questions, lore snippets (or dumps-), cut content and extra doodles regarding Rebound Valentine and Otori!

I hope you enjoy your time here! :]

As of writing, the game is not complete yet BUT the link will go here eventually :D

Game Includes:

nameable/customisable character - You can name the player character, change their pronouns, clothes and their ex's gender

Your one and only love interest - There's only one love interest in the game; Otori!

Platonic and Romantic routes - no matter platonic or romantic, both routes will have good endings and bad endings (2 good endings, 2 bad endings each)

Soft yandere - Everything will start off relatively normal but things might change depending on how you progress

WARNINGS:

This game will also include:

Established partner cheating

Handful of manipulation

Stalking

Obsessive and Possessive behaviour (depending on how high/low the bond points are)

Yandere behaviour in general

More stuff might be added to the list depending on how far the story goes

Game progress!

Fleshing out characters: 95%

script: 5% (<-Now working on :D)

gui: 17%

backgrounds: 0%

sprites: 1%

music: 0%

sfx: 0%

Tags:

Rebound Valentine vn - game tag

Letters to Otori - asks about Rebound Valentine

Side doodles - Drawings I made for asks or posts

Rebound Valentine fanart - Reblogs of fanart

Rebound Valentine devlogs - Devlogs of the game (video devlogs might come in poor quality-)

[defire]

I want to make whump films.

I'm considering forming a team of new filmmakers and actors from the whump community, to collaborate on mini series with survivor fiction/whump plotlines.

The goal would be to start bringing life to all of our whump stories that we never got to tell out loud. Eventually I would want us to be able to fund and produce high-quality episodic series on top of the existing content. Naturally there would be pain and angst all throughout each production.

So I'm wondering who would be interested in this.

*regular basis, meaning, creating a consistent stream of content with the goal of growing much bigger over time.

Bet I'm not the only one who would love to make this happen. I have more detailed ideas but I wanted to know if you guys are interested first.

Next update on this

[gelphiebigbang2025]

🌟 Gelphie Big Bang 2025 FAQ 🌟

Welcome to the Gelphie Big Bang 2025! This event is all about bringing together writers and artists to create collaborative, high-quality fanworks centered on the relationship between Elphaba and G(a)linda (Gelphie/Gelphaba) from Wicked—whether you’re inspired by the musical, the movie, the book, or your head canons come from a mix of all three. Welcome and thanks for joining!

❓ Gelphie Big Bang FAQs:❓

🧹 What’s a Big Bang?

A Big Bang is a fandom event/challenge where writers craft a long-form fanfic (minimum 10k words), and artists are matched to them to create visual art of all different kinds, inspired by their story. At the end of the challenge, both the story and the art are revealed together—(with a BANG! <- pun intended)

This is a classic Big Bang.

📚 Writers: What You Need to Know

Minimum word count: 10,000 words.

Your fic must focus on Gelphie as the primary ship. Other characters and relationships are welcome, but Elphaba/G(a)linda must be the emotional heart of the story.

Genres, Crossovers, and AUs are absolutely welcome—bring on the gothic dramas, soulmate AUs, non-magical AUs, There's nothing wrong in Oz, Elphaba had caring parents, Gangster 1920s AUs, and more.

No previously published work. You must write a brand new fic specifically for this event. Though, if you have a fic that you have not updated in at least 6 months that you'd like to use this as a means of inspiration to get you to finish it, those will be considered on a case by case basis.

First drafts must be actual drafts, not just outlines. They must be at least 6,000 words and include the full arc (beginning, middle, and end). You can polish after matching, but give your artist something real to work with!

Final fics go live during the reveal period only. No sharing snippets or edits early unless scheduled as part of the Big Bang and requested by this blog/Mod. In short, no early posting. You’ll get instructions closer to the deadline for how to post to AO3.

🎨 Artists: What You Need to Know

You’ll be matched with a story that inspires you—based on a blind summary selection process (you won’t know the author’s name when choosing). This will need to be a first come first serve basis, as all fics need to be paired.

Art requirements:

Images must be at least 400x600px.

Videos must be at least 1 minute long.

Fanmixes must include cover + back art (400x400px min) and at least 6 songs with accessible links.

Any type of visual or audio fanart is welcome: digital art, traditional art, manips, vids, music, fanmixes, etc.

Your work must be original and unpublished before the reveal date. No reposting old works.

Some flexibility with edits is okay after matching, but talk with your writer before making big changes.

Art will go live during the reveal period. Please wait to crosspost off AO3 until reveals are complete so both fic and art can shine (in a galindified approved) way!

🛠️ How to Post on AO3

There will be an AO3 collection to publish both fic and art. If you don’t have an AO3 account, I can help you get one!

Once you submit, your work will be unrevealed (hidden from the public) until the official reveal date.

You’ll be able to edit your submission until reveals begin.

You can crosspost your work anywhere (Tumblr, Instagram, FFN, etc.) after reveals are done.

💔 What if I Need to Drop Out?

Life happens! If you need to drop out, please do so before you are matched with a partner. That way, no one is left hanging mid-process. I’ll communicate drop-out deadlines clearly via email and this Tumblr. If you drop out respectfully and in time, you’re absolutely welcome to join us for future Gelphie events! In the event that you need to drop out after you've been paired with someone, that is where a Pinch-Hitter will come in.

🚨 Important Rules

No plagiarism. That includes fic, art, AND AI-generated content that replicates others’ work. If your submission is found to use AI it will be removed.

If you suspect plagiarism, please do not report it unless you have clear evidence, such as a side-by-side comparison.

👥 Roles You Can Sign Up For

📝 Writers

You’ll write a 10k+ Gelphie fic, submit a draft for artist matching, and collaborate with your artist until final posting.

🎨 Artists

You’ll review fic summaries, claim one that inspires you, and create a beautiful piece of fanart to match.

✏️ Beta Readers

Betas help writers edit and polish their drafts! You can sometimes serve as a source of help or inspiration when the creative juices stop flowing. You’ll check for grammar, plot holes, character voice, pacing, and overall coherence. You can sign up as a beta reader even if you’re not a writer or artist!

📣 Cheerleaders

Cheerleaders are the supportive backbone of the Bang! You’ll encourage writers and artists, help brainstorm through blocks, and be a friendly hype machine for the writers/artists.

🦸 Pinch-Hitters

The heroes who step in if a writer or artist drops out after the match. You’ll be contacted only if needed and asked if you’re available. Flexible, low-pressure, but extremely appreciated!

🔁 Can I Sign Up for More Than One Role?

Absolutely! You can write AND beta, or make art AND cheerlead—just make sure you have time to commit to each role responsibly.

🎭 Anonymity and Reveals

All fics and art will be posted anonymously until the end of the event. There will be 2–3 creation reveals per day during the reveal period so that everyone gets a spotlight moment. You’re welcome to crosspost your work afterward wherever you like!

📅 Key Dates (Draft below!)

DRAFT TIMELINE: (which will be updated as needed)

📝 May 11 – Writer & Artist Sign-Ups Close ✅ End of May – Check-In #1 + Writing Sprint Weekend 🖋️ Early June – Writer Rough Drafts & Final Summaries Due 📅 Mid June – Writers & Artists need to submit Match Forms 🧹 End of June - Last opportunity for drop outs  🫧 Early July - Sneak Peak #1 🎨 Early July – Artist Claims Open 💌 Mid July – Matches Announced! 🧹 Early August – Check-In #2 + Sprint Weekend 🫧 Mid August - Sneak Peak #2 ✅ Mid September – Final Fic Drafts Due 🖼️ Mid October – Final Art Due 🫧 Mid October - Sneak Peak #3 📅 October 23 – Posting Schedule Announced 🎉 October 30 – Posting Begins!

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Check out this AMAZING Comic by one of our talented Artists/Creators, troy_and_h_art (IG):

❓Still Have Questions?

Feel free to reach out to to us here at anytime! I'm happy to help—whether you're wondering how to write your first draft or how to link a fanmix on AO3.

[zhukzucraft]

quadruple life related blog update

i guess some things about this blog are overdue to get addressed

first of all - i (zhuk) am finally back home so i can work on art again, woohoo

but secondly and more importantly - you may have noticed i'm not the ony one posting on this blog anymore! When it comes to Quadruple Life, i now have a collaborator in @starrblossom12! You can expect more future posts from them about Joel's past adventures~

way back when i only just started thinking about the concept of this comic, i wished for someone to split the workload with, because following 20 perspectives seemed like a gargantuan task. But i didn't know if anyone would even be interested in this idea of mine, so i went for it on my own anyway. It means so much to me that someone was interested, and enough so to want to work on the comic as well. So i hope you're just as excited to be getting twice the content from now on!

but i also want to acknowledge everyone else without whom this project wouldn't be what it is.

my bae @findingschmomo, who has been with me through it all, and acted as idea generator, editor, quality control and on-demand poet. Without her to lean on i probably wouldn't have even started it.

my discord, who can be a meddling bunch sometimes, but also have given so many good suggestions: the names for Hunker Bunker, Dapper Duo, and "go back"/"start over" buttons, just to name a few.

and of course, it wouldn't be the same without its readers. It literally wouldn't. The votes and suggestions have already made the plot go places i wouldn't have thought of. And all the reactions are so precious in not only keeping the motivation high but also as a guiding light to what's really important

so. thank you everyone. Hope we can all continue having fun with this

[hotmenmedia]

WELCOME TO HOTMENMEDIA

This is a blog dedicated to all the hot male actors across our screens, whether it be on the big screens or the small ones.

We reblog high quality gifsets & edits, so feel free to tag us in all your wonderful creations! We track #menedit and #hotmenmedia

MEMBER APPLICATIONS ARE OPEN:

Rules:

must be able to make high quality gifs and/or edits

must be able to make original content at least once or twice a month

must join with the intent of helping the blog as much as possible and not self promote constantly

only apply if you plan on being on the blog long term

join our discord server

if accepted, you will be notified within the week of applying. apply here.

[silvermoon424]

Useful links to help you navigate my blog!

I'm Silvermoon424 (but you can call me Katy!) and I do a lot of work in the realm of fandom archival, scanning, scanlating, etc. I also write analysis posts for my fandoms. I've had this blog since 2011, so there's a lot of content to dig through. I thought I'd finally make a post to make the backlog easier to navigate!

This post is a work in progress and I will be updating it as I remember things I should add.

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Useful tags:

In general, I am a meticulous tagger so if you want to look up a particular series or character you can just search them up. Other tags I use are:

#My projects: Where I post links of all my artbook scans, scanlations, etc.

#My scans: High-quality scans of various manga, doujinshi, promotional materials, etc.

#My colorings: Where I post all my colorings, which are mostly Sailor Moon and Madoka Magica manga colorings.

#My collection: Where I post pictures of my awesome anime collection!

#My OCs: The tag for my beloved magical girl OCs!

#1k: All (or rather most, as I miss a few) of my posts that have gotten more than 1k notes. I also have tags for 2k, 5k, and 10k; anything over 10k gets tagged as "most popular."

#Original vs Reprint (PMMM): Comparing the original Madoka Magica manga and the 10th anniversary reprint manga.

#Guide: Posts where I write guides on how to do things, or have reblogged guide posts.

#Recommendation: Where I post recommendations for everything from manga to computer programs to movies.

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

Silver Moon Scanlations:

My scanlation group, consisting of me as the scanner/typesetter/editor and whatever translator I enlist (I usually hire translators on Fiverr). I primarily focus on doujinshi (fan comics) and other fanworks, but I've also done a couple of series and official works.

I have a huge backlog of works that need to be uploaded (not to mention everything that needs to be tyepset lol) so please be patient! For now, you can find my works here:

My scanlations tag on Tumblr

Mangadex group profile

Mangadex user profile (includes materials not under Silver Moon Scanlations group name)

MangaUpdates group profile

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure doujinshi on My Reading Manga:

I didn't tag all of these under my group name, so here they all are as of December 2024. These are all Jonathan x Dio works, so if you don't like that shipping you can ignore this.

You're My Medicine

Lantern & Candybox

Love Somebody Dearly

Fraternity Halation (Jonathan x Speedwagon)

Tag

Professor Joestar is Sly

Vampires Rest in Peace

Antipeace Part 1

Antipeace Part 2

RE birthday

JOJO VS DIO

Jonathan the Great Log

I Hate Sex

Never Let Me Go

About the Night

Stars, Hide Your Fires

Good Well Soon

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

Analysis Posts

#Analysis: The general tag for both my analysis and others'. I've started using the tag "My analysis," but only recent posts are included.

Analysis Series:

Princess Couture (analyzing the Senshi's Princess gowns)

Item Analysis

Sailor Moon Symbolism

Sailor Moon Mythology

Sailor Moon Astrology

Character Design Analysis

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Miscellaneous

My ebay account where I sell magical girl merchandise. I am also going to start selling items directly on Tumblr and will include a link when I make the sale post.

Soul Gem keychains for sale