#something tells me this person shouldn't be teaching a writing class

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

You know, Zoe's comment about Adrien's lack of reaction to Lila slandering Ladybug and your comment on Lila's potential to be a rival to both protagonists led me thinking of Lila going "Hel hath no fury like a Rossi scorned", and going on trying to destroy Adrien's reputation first (He rejected me when I was so great! How dare he?), and Ladybug second (Oh, he likes her so much that he wouldn't even let me say she's not that great? Well, no nobody will like her!).

Marinette in this case? More of an afterthought. A tool, another target to turn against Adrien and Ladybug (poor Lila, she doesn't know how hard she's gonna fail).

Pros:

+ gives Adrien a rival

+ a rival for LB, too, but not for Marinette. Marinette has enough rivals already.

+ greater freedom for Lila while still allowing for episodic format: she's not deceiving the class, she's deceiving Adrien's fans. Online communities can be VERY fickle, so "Adrien's fans turn against him because of an outrageous claim, but this gets resolved during the same episode, Lila gets away with it because of anonimity and gossip spread" is actually believable

+ a wealth of lessons for the kids about dealing with gossip, popularity and notoriety, lies, personal boundaries, dealing with rejection, etc.

Cons:

— May be a bit too dark/mature for a kids' show (that said, Gravity Falls pulled off the Gideon plot without it getting too dark, so this one may work as well)

— Another case of a girl falling for Adrien and not taking rejection well. That said, 1) this time it is at least "girl vs Adrien" instead of "girls vs each other" and 2) I personally think Chloe's crush on Adrien is redundant and she works well enough as a needy, toxic friend. But that's a story for another time.

What do you think of this idea?

Once again, thanks a lot for all your work! I learned a lot about writing because of your blog, it is really enlightening!

(Post this ask is referring to)

I don't think that's too dark for a kids show. Kids deal with the rumor mill all the time! You just have to keep the rumors TV-kid-friendly (which will be much nicer than real kids).

Beyond that, I like this approach. Lila's hatred of Marinette never made much sense. It's too extreme! Until Marinette starts dating Adrien, Lila shouldn't care about Marinette. There's nothing Marinette can give Lila and Marinette has done nothing to effectively stop Lila's power or mess with her plans. Lila's Marinette hatred would only makes sense if Lila knew that Marinette was Ladybug, but she doesn't.

Meanwhile, Lila actively wants to be close with Adrien because he's a rich popular guy who can give her access to power (I do not think she has ever had any actual feelings for him). His denials of her approach are actually messing with her plans! Just look at the two conversations we get in Chameleon. This is what happens with Adrien:

Adrien: Hey, Lila. Lila: Adrien, we'll have to figure when you're gonna help me catch up on all the schoolwork I missed. I also heard you play piano, my uncle's the great pianist Chuch Boroughchuck. He wanted to teach me when I was little, but I had to stop playing because of arthritis. But when my wrist gets better, I'd love for you to give me some lessons. Adrien: Lila, I'm perfectly happy being friends with you, and I'll gladly help you catch on your schoolwork, but please don't lie to me like you did last time with Ladybug. Adrien: (in flashback) So I'm guessing you're not a descendant of a superhero, either. Ladybug: (in flashback) She's more like a super liar. Lila: Ladybug's the liar. Adrien: I'm not judging you, Lila, but instead of making friends you're going to turn everyone against you. You can tell me if there's something bothering you. I can help. But you need to be honest with me. Lila: Are you trying to be some superhero lecturing me just like Ladybug did? Well thanks, but no thanks. Ugh. (storms off)

Meanwhile this is what happens with Marinette:

Lila: Don't tell me it's because of this new seating arrangement in class! (Marinette turns away from Lila) It is! Of course, you're jealous because I'm sitting next to Adrien, because you would've given anything to sit there yourself. You know what? It's really not worth fighting over a boy. You and I could be friends, and who knows, I might even be able to help you with Adrien. Marinette: You and I will only be friends the day you stop lying, Lila! (Lila gasps) I can't prove it, but I know for a fact that you don't have tinnitus, that your wrist is just fine, that you don't know Prince Ali because you've never even stepped foot in Achu, and despite what you got Alya to write on her Ladyblog, Ladybug has never saved your life! Lila: I only tell people what they want to hear. Marinette: It's called lying! Lila: (Unconcerned) There's nothing you can do about it, anyway. People can't resist when they hear what they like to hear. If you don't want to be my friend, fine! But soon you won't have any friends left at all. And trust me, I'll make sure you never get close to Adrien in class or anywhere. You seem a little less dumb than the others, so I'll give you one last chance: You are either with me or against me. You don't have to answer right away. I'll give you 'till the end of class today.

One of these conversations angers Lila, the other barely phases her. If there's a character that she should be out to punish, it's Adrien. He's the one who keeps denying her in ways that actually matter. For her Marinette hate to make sense, Marinette needs to actually have someone believe her when she points out Lila's lies or she needs to actually stop Lila from getting what she wants. That never happens in canon. The way their relationship is written in canon, Lila should see Marinette as pathetic and no real threat. Basically just nothing but this moment from Oni-chan:

Outside the Agreste mansion. Lila spots Marinette inside a pile of trash bins. Lila: I could take a photo right now and post it online, but that would be too easy. (walks away. After she leaves, Marinette becomes furious and jealousy that Lila kissed Adrien.)

How does Lila go from this to a hate campaign? Why does she care? It seems like a massive waste of her time, especially now that we know the kind of grand plans she has going on! Someone who is making multiple identities does not have time to hyper focus on petty school drama. Her season five actions would actually make more sense if she was going after Marinette to punish Adrien for picking the "wrong" girl.

Don't get me wrong, Lila should enjoy tormenting Marinette right from the start, it should just be a bonus thing and not something she does without a larger benefit because the show totally failed to make Marinette feel like a real threat to Lila. Why risk exposure for no real benefit but the removal of a non-threat? Getting Marinette expelled in Ladybug would make so much more sense if it was a calculated move to make Adrien do something. Like Lila would only undo the lie if he took her to a gala or went on a date with her. As-is, Lila had no grand plan. She just wanted Marinette expelled for the crime of not believing the lies and that's it. How boring and petty.

The Adrien antagonist route could also make Lila feel like she belongs in the story. As-is, she's just a bigger, badder Chloe who has no business being on screen while Chloe is still around in her petty bully form. Story wise, they are the same character with the same goals (antagonizing Marinette for no good reason).

Making Lila into Adrien's Chloe would at least somewhat fix that issue by changing her target and giving her an actual motivation. As-is, even if Lila properly replaced Chloe, there's still the issue that Lila is nothing more than another petty mean girl. Lila really should be more than that if you want her to feel different from Chloe or even just work as a character. Like I said above, petty mean girls generally don't have multiple identities. It's a total mismatch that makes the character hard to buy. Chloe is well designed. Lila is a disaster on ever level.

And thank you for the kind words! I'm honored that the blog has been useful to you. That is the goal, after all!

[bao4aohao]

chap 1 - normal day

-> lowercase intended, 3rd pov -> warnings !! - none

You HATED physics but sadly you majored in physics, ironic isn't it?

you just hated it.

physics wasn't hard, in fact it was pretty straightforward to you if you actually studied and revise the topic. although the subject by itself wasn't hard, classes were worst. period. you dreaded it every second as you continue to hit the keys on your laptop, rushing to type in every second you got.

blaming on the boring talks and lectures, you often found yourself revising and writing your own notes before class. Then, staring on new ones during class. To you, the teachers wasn't as effective and felt it didn't benefited you at all so you decided to be one step ahead as a academic achiever you are.

walking into class as per usual, you got to your seat at the back. you put down your matcha latte that you had purchased, on your desk before starting your notes for the next week. Students started pouring in and soon the class was full.

you felt a tap on your shoulder and saw your best friend. you can't NOT notice that orange hair in the crowd of people. The cherry friend sat beside you as he smiled, radiating that natural happiness you needed.

" shoyou! so glad to see you bruh, I thought you wouldn't make it " you pouted, but giggled as you hugged him which he returned.

He laughed, " wellllllll..I wassss going to skip but something tells me I shouldn't skip today's class heh " he sheepishly rubs his head.

just then, the door slammed opened revealing a tall blonde male. Everyone looked at the unfamiliar male as he walked towards the board and wrote down his name.

he then turned around with the most resting bitch face and introduced himself, " my name's tsukishima kei but just call me sir to make things more easier. I'll be assisting takeda-sensei as he is away for whatever reasons. "

he slammed the books on the table and glared at everyone in the room before continuing, " also, I don't care what you do as long you're in my classroom, you listen when needed, speak when allowed and NO distractions. "

" did I made myself clear? "

the class nodded as the room became cold instantly. everyone could tell by the way people started looking in different directions hoping to not meet the scary eyes from the front, some were fidgeting with their hands or notes while others just try to look busy.

even shoyou stopped smiling and proceed to sink his seat, whining about his lost privileges of playing his mini games on his laptop.

' we're so dead ' the class thought in unison.

while everyone was doing different things, the blonde looked up and ended his speech with a short sentences that made everyone shiver.

" well, I hope we get along....really well " he smirked.

as if time stopped, you peaked for a second from your laptop. coincidence or not, your eyes met 2 golden orbs just staring or rather glazing at you as if you are his prey in the wild.

almost immediately, you broke contact and focus back on your notes. blush made its way to your cheeks as you try not to think about the moment you had awhile ago.

you can't deny the blonde wasn't extremely handsome. His tall structure and slender fingers delicately sway as he starts to teach the class about the first topic. everything about him just screams neat and polish, like a very high class person that eats caviar for breakfast.

-

3 hours soon passed and you were starving. you looked back at your freshly done notes in front of you as you smiled with glee.

however, you failed to notice tsukshima kei walking to you from the side and eventually towering over you. let's just say, he did not look too please.

he looked at the notes, knowing you didn't pay attention to his class at all he snatched it from your desk and loudly announced, " well done to everyone who paid attention except for miss- " he glanced at my name from your notes " -y/n here. since she is too busy doing other things, before tomorrow's class I expect everyone to write a 1000 word essay on why PAYING attention in class is important. "

the sounds of groans and some glared at you causing you to die inside, as you panicked seeing everyone in trouble because of you.

he smirked and leaned near your face as you move backwards until you hit your seat.

he whispered, " I'll keep these for now..see me after your last class here to get them back.." he pulls away as he turns around to leave but you caught his sleeve, begging.

" p-please don't punish the class! I'll take full responsibility for it!..just don't make them write the essay..please sir " you begged, already embarrassed by the negative attention you were receiving.

" fine since you asked so nicely, everyone don't need to d the essay. YOU shall write a 2000 essay instead " he grinned, finally walking to his desk in front. your jaw dropped at the arrogant blonde as you watch him say bye to the rest of your classmates and when he see you again, he smirked.

' that evil bitch ' you gasped, angerily forced your laptop and things into your bag as you stomped out of the classroom.

all the good thoughts about him vanished from your brain as all you thought was plotting his murder. too blinded by rage you even forgot about shoyou who was trying to catch up from behind.

one thing you knew you could never change is your anger issues. once you're mad mad, rage is all you could think of throughout the day. this eventually caused people to avoid you as you would glare or ignore them.

the first class was suppose to be a good start of the day, why did you have to end up like this?

you knew the only thing that can reduce your anger was food. that's why you walked quickly to the caferteria hoping to enjoy a good meal to calm yourself.

intro | next | main pg

NOTES

shoyou was still trying to catch up FML bro was thinking how you can walk so fast

© all works are done by @ bao4aohao do not copy/rewrite/steal thank you.

[brights-place]

Hello‼️ I was wanting to request something w/ Creek x male!reader 🎸 If you want could you write something where reader is a solo artist (alternative rock type music)?? They’re personality is mostly chill, but they can have anger issues when they get stressed??

You could do either creek or Floyd whoever you feel like writing for more, hopefully this is ok :]

(I can feel the cringe consuming me)

Creek X Rock! S/O

Pairing: Creek X M! Reader

Warning: None

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LATE WRITING! I’m working on all these requests for all of you lovelies! - Creek was disgusted by you and your appearance... - You seemed negative well to him because he judged you quickly - When you went to his yoga class he eyed you before his jaw dropped how you could do all his positions and what he instructed easily in your outfit even though you wore chains, an choker and large platformed boots. - He was impressed !! - You slowly started to bond after that class and he asked about how you did all of those so easily and you explained how it relaxes you and he was shocked... He shouldn't have judged you that fast - After awhile of hanging out a few weeks and him learning about your genre finding it freaky but knows you enjoy it so he can't say much - It's known pop Troll are extremely happy, strives happiness and seeks fun above all things which is so like them but its also true that they are prone to absolute panic when things go wrong, often overreacting in a comical way which made you giggle - your first kiss was when you two finish creek teaching an yoga class - You two were packing up and he couldn't help but smile at you when you two finished and he was holding your waist as you kissed his cheek which he did the same - This turned into you kissing Creeks freckles as he cups your hand as you two stare at each other with an soft gaze before leaning in - Your lips connected as his lips felt soft yet rough as he was holding you like you would be gone - When he pulls away as you two pulled away and smiled you couldn't help but giggle when he smiles at you with an huge grin as you two soon kissed again softly and happily before you two go back to packing up - Though creek was calm he was melting on the inside contemplating everything and why he did that while your on the other side giggling to yourself - He was always worried that you might leave him due to his past... - Wants to do his best to make sure you’re feeling alright and okay around him I mean he's your boyfriend why wouldn't he do that? - He knows you have anger issues so he tries his best to relax you... - Though he is close to screaming when you smash your guitar against the floor to relive stress which is a way Rock trolls calm down - Due to loving yoga, spiritual dude he'd try and relax you with words but also tell you to do Yoga positions and meditations with him which you do - He always knows what to say to cheer up others... but with you if your ever sad he's at an lost for words due to being worried due to wanting to help his partner the best he can

- He praises you every chance he fucking gets like have you seen him around poppy and the others he wants to be likeable

- Compliments you and praises your ass 21/7 365 the reason I didn’t say 24/7 is cause he’s ask you to do yoga with him the other times or is doing some spiritual shit

- If he see’s you not doing the positions right he’s walk over and fix it especially in some positions that are quite suggestive

- Hands touching your waist and helping you stay in balance while his breaths hit your neck

- He loves how you jam out but he finds it hard to withstand it so he wears headphones and gives you an thumbs up - you being an solo rock artists makes him smiles - But when you want him to listen to an new piece he will take the headphones off he would go deaf for your songs if you made them all of the time - Even as an rock troll and an pop troll he adores you and your smile... He loves and cares of you - He loves listening to you talk about your genre and how you love it (It's known your Culture=Genre of Music in trolls) - You update him on shows as he sits behind the stage cause he went to the front row once... He was mortified - Though when you kiss his freckles he relaxes which he is thankful for. - Creek may have been judge mental at first but he fell for you

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[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

I’m a weird mix here. On one hand I HATE seeing how Entrapta is treated in canon. On the other, I kinda like that it shows that sometimes, when you’re autistic, not everyone will understand you and treat you right. That’s it’s not unheard of to be hurt by others for the simple reason on being different. It’s one of those ‘hard truth Aesops’. I say this, feeling like I was an outcast during the time when I was watching the show, as an autistic person who has felt left behind or was bullied for being on the outside. The issue for me though is this, the show didn’t poetry this behavior as unacceptable. If this were the old show, or any show with better writing, it would portray how others treated her for how it actually was. Bad. If they knew how to write, it would show Entrapta either cutting off ties with them for good and finding better friends, or the princesses actually learning from their mistakes and trying to be better. None of this ‘You’re still fucking weird, but at least you proved yourself useful this one time’ half assed apology. This is a show for children. This sort of ableism displayed by THE GOOD GUYS is not okay. God forbid, a kid sees this and thinks THAT’s how you’re supposed to treat others, and that Hordak being nice and understanding is the WRONG way since he’s THE VILLAIN. This could easily confuse an impressionable child.

yes, exactly! it is realistic in the sense that people actually mistreat autistic people irl but as a "children's cartoon" shouldn't it be sending a good message to children? "bully that weird nerd in your class because they probably deserve it" is not something you want to teach children.

the same goes for abuse. spop is eerily realistic in the representation of abuse but by having catra and adora get together by the end, without catra having to better herself at all, they're telling us that it's okay to abuse a person that you've seemingly "loved" for years.

[posallys]

h\Hey Taylor! I always see you post about university and such, and I was just wondering what all you do? I know you're studying biology, but you talk about some other things too. I was also wondering if you had any tips? I'm also studying biology but I'm a few years behind you. All the best!

Okay so this semester I'm taking orgo, ecology, advanced micro (which is just 6 hours of lab and no lecture), and cognitive neuroscience, as well as doing independent research with the worms I was working with over the summer <3 I'm also the TA for one of the intro biology classes at my school, and I'm a tutor, so I tutor all of the intro bio, intro chem, calc 1 and a little 2, pretty much all of the psych classes I've taken, stats, and a few of the lit classes I've taken. That's about 9 hours a week, and it's a service through the uni so they just book an appointment and tell me which class they need :) I'm also the main tutor for both of our intro bio classes (intro molecular and organismal), so I do a twice-weekly remedial "lecture" for an hour. i am. so fucking busy lol OH AND ALSO the chair of the psych dept just asked me to be on their hiring committee because they're trying to get a neuropsych person in, and he was talking to my research supervisor abt how she stole me from the psych dept, and wanted my input on the new hire so they don't keep loosing every single person with an interest in neuro to the bio dept since my school doesn't have a real neuro major.

as for tips...vocab is your best friend. even if you don't know what's going on, look at the prefixes, suffixes, etc because they'll tell you!!! learn them!! for example, anything with -ase at the end is most likely an enzyme....and enzymes are proteins that help catalyze biochemical reactions. so if you see the word "lactase" and you had no clue what that was, you know off the bat it's probably an enzyme (-ase), and if you can see that 'lact' is the root of lactose....well, you can logic your way to the fact that lactase helps you break down lactose! know your vocab I literally cannot stress it enough. also ESPECIALLY for chem when you get passed gen chem. the words are there to tell you what the thing is....they're not random. they actually mean something.

literally go to lecture. even when you don't want to. get up and go. and don't be on your phone. don't try to take notes on your laptop, either. do it, bare minimum, with an iPad, but if you still get distracted by notifications then use a notebook. who cares if you're the only one...you'll also be the only one who can draw diagrams, models, chemical structures, etc. plus writing literally activates parts of your brain involved with memory retention while typing does not. don't use the laptop!!!

oh i also mean this in the nicest way possible, but don't do bio if you're not super into it. because you'll hate it and all of the effort you have to put in is going to make it feel like hell. and if you find yourself hating labs....i hate to break it to you but you probably shouldn't do bio because most of the jobs on the market involve bench work in some way, shape, or form, and if you can't sit through a 3 or 4 hour teaching lab you're probably going to want to die when you have to get a real job after you graduate. in my schedule right now I have 16 hours of lab a week, and I love every single minute of it.

ask for help! i can say this as a TA but genuinely everyone wants to see you do well. go bug your TAs and your profs and yeah you might feel like you're being annoying but who cares! you learn by asking questions so if you have them, ask them. i think all of my profs are so fucking sick of seeing my face, and yet I'm still in the dept way too often bugging them while they're in between classes and meetings lol

along the same lines...literally everything is about connections. go talk to your profs. even if it's not with questions. "oh, hey, I thought this part of the lecture was cool, could you maybe tell me some more about it?" things like that. after all if you want to go to grad school of whatever kind, they're the ones that are ultimately going to help you get their. they're how you get research opportunities, rec letters, maybe they even pull some strings to get you in classes that are full/you don't have prereqs for, etc if they like you enough! some of my profs ask me for input on their classes too. like my micro prof, who's my academic advisor. i had him for regular micro last semester, and I saw him while doing research over the summer and he had 3 or 4 ideas for our advanced micro lab class this semester. he asked me what I liked best....guess which project we're doing.

learn how to read papers. it's hard. you're gonna want to scream and cry and rip your hair out. you're not going to understand 90%+ of what they're saying when you start. highlight words you don't know and look them up. ask profs (yes. again. talk their ears off when they have time to listen to you) for tips because it really depends on the field, what you want to get out of the paper (i.e. are you looking for methodology to model, are you doing a follow up to their conclusions, do you need their results as background). I'm reading three papers right now and I understand nothing! it sucks it's hard as an undergrad. I want to yell but. I'm taking notes and trying to break the info down into smaller pieces and. i think it's working :)

okay i'm just rambling but!! hope this helps :)

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hola podrias escribir como sería Ángel dust, husk charlie y vaggie al encontrar una bebé demonia abandonada pero que al crecer se den cuenta que la bebé tiene poderes de fuego agua súper fuerza ¿como reaccionarían y como controlarían sus poderes?

La bebé puede ser del género femenino gracias amo tu bloq☺

No hablo bien Espanol, pero estoy tomando clases para eso. No estoy lo suficientemente bueno para escribir Espanol esto ahora.

Translation: Hello, could you write what Angel Dust, Husk Charlie and Vaggie would be like when they find an abandoned demon baby but when they grow up they realize that the baby has powers of fire, water, super strength, how would they react and how would they control their powers?

Angel, Husk, Charlie and Vaggie & powerful abandoned infant

Angel

★ He took the infant back to the hotel, obviously he wasn't about to leave a literal baby on the street. Who knows what kind of person would have taken you if he hadn't? That was his reasoning for bringing the baby back with him.

★ He's a bit lose with rules and and stuff like that. Having a responsebility like this isn't something he is used to but at least he is trying. Untill this point the most responsible thing he has done is take care of a pet pig.

★ This kid is going to grow up to be sassy. Angel dust is sarcastic and can throw insults like no one else, so it shouldn't be a surprise that the trait rubbed off onto the little one.

★ He lets them do pretty much anything as long as it's not bothering anyone who he cares about. They are bound to figure it out eventually, all he can do is offer moral support.

Husk

★ I'm not going to lie, he knows next to nothing about taking care of a baby. Depending on when he finds the demon he would either bring the kid back to whatever motel he is currently living in or bring it back to his room in the happy hotel.

★ Assuming that this is before he started working at the hotel he would try his best with you. Even gives up day drinking to try and be a half decent caregiver to the little one.

★ When the kid gets older he might pawn them off to Alastor if he thinks that he cant keep the kid in line. It's for the best because Alastor can actually show the kid how to do things that Husk can't.

★I feel like I should clarify that he doesn't abandon them. He just lets Alastor take control of the kids education. Like a weird version of school. Except the only student is a extremely powerful demon and the teacher is a equally powerful psychopath.

Charlie and Vaggie (cuz they are a couple)

★ Charlie and Vaggie will both do there damn best to keep this child happy and well cared for. Unlike most demons/sinners Charlie has the money and means to get this child proper care.

★ Vaggie is most definitely the disaplinarian. Charlie is a great parent but can be a bit lax with rules and punishing bad behavior. It works out in the end but Charle still has trouble saying no sometimes.

★ Out of the three, Charlie and Vaggie are definitely the best at raising this kid. Look me in the eyes and tell me that these two wouldn't take parenting classes together.

★ Also put of the three they are the best at teaching them about their powers. With Charlie being a hell born demon, she knows how to use and teach demonic magic. Vaggie is really good at making sure the kid isn't petty with their powers.

[fatphobiabusters]

Hi, I recently had a friend participate in the trend of saying "haha why is our P.E teacher fat (derogatory)". And was wondering what you can even respond to that.

Some ideas off the top of my head:

I would be surprised if weight was part of the job requirements. That would be kind of messed up.

Maybe we don't actually know the teacher's abilities just by looking at their body?

I'm pretty sure outward appearance isn't a receipt for a person's entire medical, health, or fitness history.

Does someone's appearance tell you all of their life's experiences? Maybe the teacher has a lot of experience with this subject? It would be a shame to immediately assume they don't just by how they look.

Has someone ever assumed you can't do something before because of your appearance too? (This can especially be applicable if your friend is also part of an oppressed group that causes them to be judged for how they look.)

So you're okay being denied a job in the future based on your appearance then? I thought it wasn't legal to deny someone's application due to their body's characteristics?

Why does that matter?

Haha, why is our friend being a jerk? (This is using the same structure of their own comment to point out how terrible they're being. I've also been writing these responses as if your friend made this joke while with your friend group if they're a part of that.)

Do you know how to teach this class?

Do you have 20 years of teaching experience or a degree in education?

I don't know, maybe you should go ask them why their body doesn't meet your standards?

You're thin, are you athletic/fit/good at sports/active? Then maybe you're not in a place to judge. (This is if the person is thin and is being hypocritical when they can't even do what they're claiming your teacher can't do. This is similar to when fatphobic people say it's "unrealistic" for fat people to be represented in a video game since they claim fat people can't do things like scale buildings even though most thin people in real life can't do so either.)

Have you ever personally seen the teacher not be able to do something?

Hey, I don't want to keep talking about this. It doesn't feel right to judge someone for their body.

I don't feel good judging someone's body. It feels mean.

I'm not going to participate in this.

I don't think you understand what you're doing right now.

We don't know anything about our teacher's life except what they tell and show us in class.

I don't think being fat is as bad as being a jerk.

Let's talk about something else.

I think the teacher is nice and doesn't need to change.

You're making me feel bad about my own body. (This is more so applicable if you also are fat.)

Hey, how would you feel if someone made these kinds of comments about you behind your back? Maybe we shouldn't do the same to other people.

I don't believe fatness and fitness are mutually exclusive. If they were, then there wouldn't be so many fat weightlifters, wrestlers, shot-putters, and other professional fat athletes.

I mean, there are fat people in the Olympics so...maybe there's more to being good at sports than body type?

These sorts of comments are what make it hard for our fat classmates to feel comfortable in this class. Imagine how awful it would be to attend a class and know everyone is mocking and judging your body? It's hard to even try a sport while constantly being judged. Even if you don't care about the teacher, let's at least make this class safe for our fat classmates to participate in.

This makes me uncomfortable.

All of these options are very soft, subtle, and not very confrontational since you said this is your friend, so you might not feel comfortable being more forward about the topic with them. Especially since most people don't understand fatphobia or unbiased weight science, and it is a lot to ask of you to educate them on such a big topic and defend fat people's right to exist in a single interaction. These suggested responses can be changed to be more confrontational, upset, or harsh depending on what you feel comfortable saying, like swapping "jerk" for a harsher word. Phrasing your response using words like "I," "I think," "We," etc. helps make it less confrontational as well, which also might have a better chance of creating positive change depending on the situation.

You can always give a couple sentence gist of fat activism, like saying "Weight doesn't equal health" or "Fat people are just as capable as the rest of us" or "Fat people experience a lot of oppression, and we are doing that to our teacher right now." But again, that can be difficult to do since your friends might not be understanding or might try to debate you about it, and debates aren't easy if you're anxious and haven't prepared for the debate even when your side is right.

Some of these responses should also only be used if you're okay with your friend possibly responding to what you said, like the suggestions that are questions. If you prefer to just end the conversation/jokes, being direct and saying you're uncomfortable should be enough. And saying you're uncomfortable even without explaining why or defending fatness explicitly will imply that what they're saying isn't good and might still make them think.

I hope these suggestions are helpful! Hopefully your friend won't make a comment like this again in the future.

-Mod Worthy

[kays-kg-works]

I was thinking about this sort of thing just the other day - I had so many experiences (particularly in elementary and early middle school) like, not where someone insisted I was illiterate or couldn't talk, but just in general where a teacher or other school faculty member either refused to believe I was capable of certain tasks without checking, or upon seeing I could do something I 'shouldn't be able to do yet' they kind of told me off or I was essentially told to hold myself back for their/other kids' benefit.

When I was in kindergarten I was already able to read at a 5th grade reading level and the school's librarian tried to refuse to let me check out a Harry Potter book because it 'didn't have any pictures in it :)'. This was after my grandfather had come into the classroom toward the start of the year to check things out and straight up asked my teacher "Where are the books?" after seeing an empty or almost empty bookshelf in the room.

I also knew how to at least write my name in cursive in kindergarten, and by second grade I'd learned the full alphabet and started doing my assignments in cursive. The first one I turned in, one of my teachers took me aside and told me I couldn't do that because we weren't supposed to be learning cursive until the following year, so I was told to return to writing in print.

In third grade, my science teacher tried to give me an F on an assignment because she claimed that the handwriting on it was too neat to possibly be mine and that I must've had my mother do my homework for me. It took one of my parents or grandparents complaining to the school to get her to take it back because she wouldn't even let me write something in front of her to show her I was telling the truth.

Fourth grade I was, according to my 'homeroom' teacher at parent teacher conferences, 'the first kid I've ever had to take a book away from' because she caught me multiple times reading outside of silent reading time when a lesson she was giving was stuff I already knew and I'd rather be finishing a book I was working on than just sit and be at risk of nodding off.

And in sixth grade when we got into long division, I could do it in my head but couldn't figure out how to show my work so the teacher, instead of finding another way of teaching me or being wowed by it, just told me the same thing she'd been saying to everyone and told me that if I didn't show my work she'd mark each question as wrong.

I also had to switch back from writing cursive in 7th grade because in one of my classes (science) our teacher made us trade papers with others at our table and peer-grade stuff and the person who always got my paper straight up didn't know how to read cursive. So I went back to print again.

Growing up as a 'gifted kid' or just being ahead of the curve in certain areas is wild because you sometimes end up with whole grown-ass adults being fully adamant about 'No that's like, a baby. They couldn't do that and no I don't want proof, I know what kids are like at this age."

[sleepylolsie]

in class today, I got so anxious

you see, our subject is in world religions and our topic today was Buddhism. Buddhism is a really interesting religion as it stems from the oldest religion which is Hinduism. I think Buddhism's primary goal is to eliminate all sufferings in the world and attain the state of nirvana (nirvana is a state of being and not a place or something btw)

We were talking about the 4 noble truths and stuff that basically said that life is full of suffering and those sufferings are due to our desires and stuff like that but there is a way to eliminate those sufferings and that is through following the eightfold path

So my teacher, he's a really aloof and quiet kind of person, a very serious guy but he's really nice. He was discussing the topic and specifically told us to stop writing down for a minute and listen first.

Of course, I didn't listen and continued writing, my reason for this is because I forget easily and I'm not really the best at recalling stuff afterwards.

So yeah, continued writing as he was teaching stuff...

right view

right intention

right action

then he suddenly yelled "didn't I tell you to stop writing?"

my heart trembled as I looked back up and saw him looking at the back of the classroom, I was a bit relieved as I wasn't the one he was referring to

"For who are we doing this for? Your exams are a week from now, shouldn't you be listening more intently?" he raised his voice even more and all I'm thinking of is

"oh no, he pissed, really angry" (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

because not once did he ever reprimand us like that and he suddenly snapped. The room fell silent which was in contrast to how the class usually is, noisy and brimming with energy.

"Stand up and get out of this class. Now." his tone was more threatening this time and it was getting really scary, his voice echoed throughout the classroom and I flinched at his every sentence.

"don't make me come there and drag you out here myself. Stand up and get out." oh shoottttt, everyone was really scared including me but nobody stood up so I was really expecting for there to be a lot more commotion after a few seconds

then our teacher wrote:

4. right speech

that motherf—

"so right speech, we should avoid using harsh words and think of people's feelings when you..." and continued discussing like nothing happened

so yeah, that is how the entire class got traumatized by our teacher today

of course, we were just relieved and laughed about it with him.

if people were to actually overhear it, they'd really think he was really angry which props to him, that was some really good acting!

the monologue was on point, the projection and the vibrato of his voice resonated clearly and really made it seem like he was frustrated at us, and he was able to prove a point that people must consider the words they use and deliver it to people clearly or it would hurt people's feelings in a way that some of his students almost cried, me included (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

so what is the moral lesson of the story? our teacher is a good actor and we must exact our revenge someday in the future

cuz of course, no debt shall be left unpaid for such a valuable lesson we learned today (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

(I now hold a grudge towards him even though it was quite funny)

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 168: Is it true what the rumors say, Professor?

Before he'd become the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, Draco had always imagined that he would be a teacher like his godfather.

Well, not precisely like Severus, he couldn't imagine threatening to kill a child's pet, or yelling at children for no particular reason, or expecting them to know things that he hadn't taught them.

Or a thousand other things, really. It just wasn't the type of person that Draco wanted to be and it wasn't the vibe, as the kids would say, that he was going for in his classroom.

Maybe it hadn't been so much that he'd imagined he would be a teacher like Severus than that he'd imagined that students would treat him the way students had treated Severus.

This very quickly had proven not to be the case. Students were constantly in the dungeons after classes. Sometimes they came to work on potions, but more often than not they came because they wanted to talk and Draco always had tea and biscuits ready.

And to be honest, he'd always had a penchant for listening to all of the drama and the gossip, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise that when the teens came in to talk about their lives and petty drama, he was always internally just as invested in the outcome as they were.

On one such afternoon in February, Katie and Maura were visiting when Maura squared her shoulders and asked, "Is it true what the rumors say, Professor?"

He hummed and took a sip of his tea before responding, "I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific than that."

Katie piped up, "About the new defense against the Dark Arts Professor."

Draco restrained himself from rolling his eyes, because he was a professional, but only just. "You'll just have to wait and see."

(Read more below the cut)

"Oh, please, Professor Malfoy!" Katie begged. "Just tell us if it's him coming to fill in for the rest of the year."

"We won't tell anyone else!" Maura agreed.

He shook his head, "I can't. I've been sworn to secrecy," this was technically true but Draco was dying to know who'd started the rumor that it was Potter joining the staff. "Besides," he said reasonably, "What would it change for you if it was Harry Potter?"

The girls looked at each other and giggled and Draco was very forcibly reminded of one of the many reasons he'd presented to McGonagall for not hiring the insufferable idiot. In the end, though, his objections hadn't mattered and Draco mentally braced himself for the day to come.

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He'd been right about the chaos that Potter caused. Everywhere the man went there were students swooning over him and begging for his autograph, and Draco couldn't help but snidely point it out to Minerva.

She seemed to think it would die down, Draco wasn't so convinced but it wasn't his call.

What had surprised him, though, was Potter's reaction to it. He seemed to be exhausted by the entire ordeal and Draco was fascinated.

He stopped by a week into Potter's teaching, knocking on his office door and listening for the call for him to enter.

"Come in," Potter called wearily, glancing up from his writing and then doing a double take when it was Draco who came through. "Draco," he said, standing and quickly smoothing down his curls that he'd obviously been running his fingers through.

He cleared his throat, "I hope I'm not interrupting," he said.

"No, please," Potter said, gesturing to an armchair and taking the one opposite it. "I would honestly chop off my left arm to talk to someone who doesn't see me as a war hero."

"Ah," Draco replied as he sat and cross his right leg over his left. "Well, you've found the right person," he lied easily, anyone in their right mind would see Potter as a war hero. Draco included.

"So," Potter said, holding a jar full of caramels out to Draco before taking one himself, "what brings you by?"

He untwisted the wrapper around the candy and said, "I wanted to see how you were settling in." Draco twisted the wrapper around the caramel again just to have something to do with his hands. "It's a lot when you start," he added, "and so many of the other teachers have been here forever that they forget to tell you the things that you don't know."

Potter huffed a soft laugh, "No kidding. I feel like I've got my head under water half the day."

He nodded, "At least the students are all very fond of you," he offered.

But Potter rolled his eyes, "Fond of the idea of me, more like."

"What do you mean?"

Potter looked at him for a long moment, "You've made a good name for yourself," he said softly. "The students really love and respect you, I can hear it in the way they talk about you."

He felt a delicate flush work it's way over his face and neck. "They like you too-"

"They like the idea of me," he repeated as if it made any more sense the second time around. Fortunately, he decided to elaborate before Draco had to ask again. "When you started, I'm sure that people had all sorts of preconceived notions about who you were."

"Of course," he said, scoffing. It had been really difficult to teach for the first six months.

Potter nodded, "The idea of you stood in the way of them actually seeing the real you."

"But they like you, it's not the same," he said.

"They don't like me. That's the point and it makes it hard to teach when you're too busy fending off fans to actually get to any content." He shook his head, "I feel like Gilderoy fucking Lockhart."

That startled a laugh from Draco and Potter glanced up at him, an amused smirk twisting his lips. "You're not Gilderoy Lockhart."

"But I'm not everything they believe I am," he said softly, smile slipping from his face.

He shrugged, "None of us are. Do you think that Minerva is everything you believed her to be?"

Potter shrugged, "Seems like it."

"You haven't been at enough staff meetings yet. They all have their imperfections. Professor Sprout?" he said conspiratorially and Potter leaned in a bit and nodded, "Curses like a sailor. Flitwick's got a gambling problem, I don't even need to tell you all of the things that are wrong with Trelawney."

Potter laughed, loud and bright, and Draco couldn't help but laugh too. "Thank you," he said softly, "for stopping by and cheering me up. It's been a hell of a week."

He hummed, "I'm sure starting in the middle of the year has been absolutely atrocious."

"Yeah," he said, rubbing his neck, "I feel like I'm already behind."

"Well," he said, standing, "Don't let me keep you. See you around," he added as he moved toward the door.

"Draco," Potter called, and maybe since Potter wasn't using his surname Draco ought to consider calling him Harry as well.

He turned and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, "For stopping by to check in."

"Anytime," he said with a little smile in return.

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What started out as checking in once a week, became checking in once every other day, which became checking in every day, which became checking in at breakfast and at the end of the day, which then became checking in at the end of the day and eating meals together.

Before Draco knew it, he was spending all of his spare time with one Harry Potter.

And he was enjoying it.

Harry was funny and sharp around the edges, he was sarcastic and had a wicked sense of humor. He always knew how to cheer Draco up and Draco honestly couldn't remember what it had been like not to have Harry book ending his days.

One weekend, toward the end of the term when everyone was beyond stressed, trying to make sure everything was done, he caught Draco's hand when Draco was getting ready to go back and grade more and said, "Let's go for a walk."

"A walk?" he asked incredulously. "First, it is 8:00pm, it's practically dark outside."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that we weren't wizards!" he exclaimed teasingly. "If only we had magic to hel-"

"Secondly," he continued over the other man, "Our term ends in a week. I've got loads of grading to do."

But then the manipulative bastard pouted at him, he actually pouted, and Draco knew he was going to end up giving in. "Come on," he pleaded, "just a short one?"

"Fine," he sighed and Harry perked up like a puppy being given extra playtime. "But just a short one."

Harry nodded and started toward the doors, Draco's hand still firmly gripped in his.

"You're holding my hand," he pointed out because he couldn't imagine that Harry would actually want to hold his hand.

The other man merely arched an eyebrow at him, "Well spotted."

He huffed, "Why are you holding my hand?"

He grinned infuriatingly at Draco, "Because I wanted to." His smile softened and his thumb trailed over Draco's, "I that okay?"

"Yes," he murmured, heart fluttering uselessly at the base of his throat as he allowed himself to be led outside.

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When the term ended, it was Harry who showed up in Draco's classroom after the kids had all gone home. "Feels weird to think that I won't see you everyday," he said from the doorway.

Draco looked up, "Did you decide what you're doing about teaching next year?"

He nodded slowly, "Thought I'd come back and give it another go. Actually get to start from the beginning, you know?"

He couldn't quite stop the smile from spreading, "Good."

"What are your plans this summer?"

He hummed, "Honestly? I haven't really got any. You?"

"Traveling," he replied wistfully. "You should come."

"Come traveling with you?" he asked incredulously.

Harry nodded, "you'd love it. I'm going to Greece, the Maldives, Bora Bora, Seychelles," he continued as he wandered further into Draco's room. "I could keep up my habit of thinking of you and talking to you whenever I'm not with students."

"You'd get sick of me," he said reasonably, even as his impulses told him to just go and figure the rest out later.

"I don't think that's possible," Harry replied, taking Draco's hand in his and looking at him under his eyelashes.

He swallowed, "Harry," he whispered.

"Say yes, Draco," he replied, leaning in closer.

"Yes."

Harry closed the distance between them and kissed him softly, his fingers carding through the hair at the base of Draco's neck. His kisses felt like summer, like adventure and lemonade, like riding a bike down a hill, like lying in fresh grass and soaking up the sun. Draco wanted to drown in them.

"You kissed me," he said when Harry drew back to give them both a moment to catch their breath.

The other man nodded and grinned cheekily again, "Might do it again, if you're amenable."

"I'm amenable," he said, letting the other man kiss him and thinking that maybe Harry Potter coming to work at Hogwarts hadn't been such a bad idea after all.

[thealexandriaarchives]

Hi! You caught me in a bit of a mood earlier, and since we're having this discussion, I figured I'd write you a genuine response from the heart.

So you caught me in a snarky and worn out mood earlier, and while the higher path would have been to ignore you, I was annoyed you were coming onto my post, (which is explicitly tagged with a ship that could be muted or blocked) that is barely that problematic by my own standards, canonically meant to be 'in another life I would have been your wife' since the book was written sixty years ago, and in which every adaption of the book and film that has happened has portrayed the final fight between Feyd-Rautha and Paul as a final rejection of his path and corrupted consummation of their meant to be wedding night, with Feyd penetrating Paul as intended, but Paul rejecting nature as the KH himself and penetrating Paul himself, to the point the most recent film also makes this an explicitly sexually charged scene.

So from my POV when I whipped off that first response I was just responding to someone doing what I saw as potentially morally righteous sealioning. Now after I came back later I looked at your blog and I saw you're a lot younger, so I'm going to walk back that assumption and apologize, I shouldn't have taken what I thought then was bait anyway, or gotten snippy with someone who missed something in six hours of a film that barely manages to squeeze in most of the first book, possibly the first time they saw it. I was rude and as someone who has been in fandom and online spaces and cares about making them a more welcoming space, that is on me.

However, now that we are here, I would like to gently point out a few pieces of etiquette that might help you have a better time, or at least better prepare you for what your future fandom experiences and experiences diving into older fandoms like Dune with their decades of history, or even some standards of classic literature you'll inevitably be assigned in English class.

"i feel like i shouldn't have people on my case or talking down upon me ( thats how i feel ) because i was shocked to see incest ships in 2025"

You are absolutely correct on the first part, and again I apologize for brushing you off and making your feel like I was talking down to you.

However, the year 2025 does not matter. It's simply the year in which you are first encountering and experiencing these elements of story-telling that have always been there. Shock is a natural reaction, and distaste, dislike, or disgust are also normal first reactions. A desire for complexity and nuance in all things develops with us as we mature, whether it's becoming bored of living on cartoons rated for 3 year olds that simply teach us colors and shapes to wanting ones that teach us stories and narratives, or going from wanting to live on nothing but mac and cheese for dinner every night to realizing you could really go for a green vegetable to not feel awful right now.

To stretch the metaphor to its logical conclusion: some people might decide they're happy with the basic meals, some people might be really into certain cuisines, and some people might like the flavors that actively incite disgust and nausea like appallingly stinky cheeses or rotten shark, precisely because the complexity of the flavors and some of the off-putting elements enhance the experience as a novelty and a delicacy to try and discuss. These would be your horror film nerds who like the truly grotesque and delightedly discuss 'does the dog die' as a positive element because it shows the filmmakers likelihood to challenge societal taboos in other areas, or yes, incest shippers, from gothic literature from the victorian era to V.C. Andrews or yes, even something like Dune fanfiction.

Where everyone stops in that journey is incredibly personalized after grade school, even more so now with the bubbles the internet gives us I imagine than when I was growing up and social media was only just beginning. My mother, for example, cannot stand depictions of violence in her films, and therefore does not like the majority of films that I do. Inversely, I cannot watch more than an hour or two of TV a night with her when I visit, as she consumes nothing but police procedurals like 'Law & Order SVU, CSI etc'. While she is personally turned off by fake blood and screams in any context, I am nauseated when having to consume another hour of pre-packaged narratives about how the police are always correct and get their man in every rape case, do not need warrants, are justified in roughing up people in custody, defense attorneys are bad, and other copaganda that has sunk into the American consciousness for irreparable damage over the last thirty years. Her comfort shows are hers. Mine are mine.

The reasons I bring this up, is that there will always be problematic ships, including incest ships. Sometimes they will be as old and textually supported as FeydPaul, sometimes they will be brand new and based entirely on vibes. Sometimes the reasons and fic will be a more complex exploration of things like the Bene Gesserit's breeding program and its roots to American Eugenics programs that were the origins that the Germans based their programs on in the 1930s and 40s, or the effects of centuries of intermarriage and inbreeding on creating oligarchies and fragile systems of infrastructure with nepotism at its core. Often times it will simply be fluff or making out or smut. Like a wine and stinky cheese club, you can be there to chug, to sip and analyze, but no one in the club will bat an eye if you say you'd rather pass because you don't drink and that smells disgusting to you, or that you are too young and it is not for you.

The culture change in the last decade or so, beginning with mid-season Supernatural and continuing to grow past that, has increasingly changed from a fandom mentality of 'Ship and Let Ship' and 'Your Kink is Not My Kink, And That's Okay', which are important first steps to learning to deal with people you may not totally agree with but need to share some form of space with. Censorship is the first tool used to silence and separate minority groups and divide them by an oppressing force. It cannot have limitations, and every one of us must swallow some level of discomfort for truly free speech that harms no living human. If it does not incite real violence against an individual and/or group, it the rotten shark we must personally decide we are not here to eat and mutually protect our rights to do so they can protect whatever our personal stinky cheese is tomorrow.

Now as for the reaction you received; I saw someone walk into my clearly labeled wine and cheese club, look around, and say 'ugh god, who would ever drink alcohol and eat disgusting cheese in this day and age? Why don't you just have some fruit or cocktail sausages?' and rather put out, I responded in the spirit that while we may like other things as well, this the well-established 60 year old wine and cheese club, not the strawberries and prosciutto club, and one doesn't simply swap one flavor for another.

To me, hearing people in their early 20s and younger talking about choosing ships based on what is 'non-problematic' in the modern age feels like hearing someone tell me about how they've found a new favorite food based on the calorie intake and instagram hashtag, never mind the taste. It makes me wonder a bit about what the appeal of engaging in fandom is anymore, if you are not drawn in by the idea of exploring the potential of a particular story or set of stories offered by a set of characters, that feels like the equivalent of drinking a meal replacement shake every day instead of lovingly basking in the joy of gooey fudgey brownies or cheese laden pasta whose flavors (and importantly, consequences) exist entirely within your own mind and the shared recipe box you have created with your friends.

This is probably not at all the response you were expecting if you expected one at all, and I have no idea how you will take it, but you felt dismissed earlier, and that is definitely not my intention. I hope this gives you a better understanding of where some of the sides of fandom (and in general some of the enjoyers of darker media you meet in your life) are coming from. I'm sorry we stepped on each others' toes.

FeydPaulChaniIrulan is fantastic OT4 with absolutely killer harem drama nonsense but we're missing out on the golden path if we don't call it The Paulycule

[insane-arcane]

Humming to the faint music playing in the background of the lab as you work you pause hearing a grunt. Glancing up from your papers another sound catches your attention. Turning you stare at Viktor from your work desk, his face contorts and another soft grunt leaves his lips.

You watch as he pushes his pen harder into his parchment and scowl as the ink spreads across his notes. Not noticing your observing him as his eyes are twisted shut he makes another face and winces quietly.

Viktor pulls his hand away from his ruined notes and placing it under his workdesk he starts to rub his knee with one hand as he tries to continue working with his other one. Frowning you realize he's likely been doing that all day and the music had distracted uou. You could tell he was trying to be quiet for your convenience. Wondering how much pain the mad scientists in he struggles to continue writing with his non domaniant hand. Drumming your fingers against your desk you bite your lip in thought suddenly unable to focus on your work as you instead focus on him.

Pushing your chair out from your desk and leaving your notes for later, you walk over to him. Grabbing a spare stool you push it next to his workspace before sitting down. His cheeks flush a bit and he doesn't make eye contact with you as you scoot closer.

"Do you need anything? Can I do something to help?" You question and he blinks surprised. Golden brown eyes stare at you and you stare back concerned as you look down at his knee.

"Most of my lab partners tell me to quiet it down. I'm surprised you care." He says with one of his very rare but beautiful genuine smiles before his face twists in pain and he groans loudly.

"What can I do?" You question and Viktor shrugs before adjusting himself in his chair. Frowning as he looks at his ruined work, he tosses the pen he was using aside. The tip had broken from the pressure so he grabs another one.

"It is just pain." He assures you going to continue but seeing his leg twitch under his hand makes you believe it's more than that. There were good and bad days with chronic pain and Viktor was not having a good day.

"I have some pain killers." You offer but he shakes his head, his dis-sheleved brunette hair covering his face as he looks down and signs deeply. Pushing it back to make him look at you, you notice just how dark his eye bags are. How strained his body and smile are.

You don't look at him with pity because of his pain but with a heavy knowing. You just wanted to take away your friends suffering. A genius mind like his shouldn't be troubled by such things.

"I... I wish I could but they make me fuzzy. I must be sharp for my work." He states stubbornly. Pulling your hand away from his hair as he adjusts you tap it against his desk. Lost in thought your eyes widen as you suddenly get an idea.

"Hold on." You state before getting up and crossing the lab to your desk. Viktor simply watches with a confused though curious look as you walk away.

Going back to your desk you open a side drawer to where you keep personal and sanitary items. Long nights in the office were common and left you preparing yourself to occasionally sleep at your desk before attending classes or teaching lectures. Opening it and looking through your things you brush your finger against a deodorant tube and some other personal products before you pause as you see your tiny bottle of lotion. Walking back over to him you plop yourself onto the stool again before scooting closer. Tapping your lap you reach for his leg.

"Give me your leg." Viktor hesitates completely baffled at your request as his face turns red. Reaching over to gently urge him to trust you and what your about to do, he coughs into his hand and looks away. Putting his cane where you were trying to grab at his leg you jerk back. Realizing this was a huge invasion of his boundaries and both your work professionalism you stop. "... I'm sorry I'm completely overstepping. I just-" Viktor holds up his hand and nods no as you continued to ramble. Stopping yourself as he speaks he smiles softly.

"You are fine I just..." Still flushed he slowly put both hands under his injured leg. "I am suprised but not ungreatful." Turning his hand in quick and precise motions he loosens some screws on his leg brace to adjust it before carefully extending his leg. Placing both hands under the leg to support it he lays his leg across your lap. Still feeling embarassed but having more confidence now that he's okayed it you nod.

Smiling at him he refuses to look at your eyes but you'd been working together long enough that you knew he trusted you. Rolling up his pant leg you go a little past his knee before deciding that's good. Untying his shoe and carefully rolling off his sock you see how the injured leg is much smaller than the other. His clothes hid it well but you never cared about such things. Viktor was handsome and kind and witty. His disability did not define him, it was simply apart of him and you liked all of him.

Getting the lotion on your hands you rub your hands together before one goes under his leg while the other stays on the top.

"I had a family member who got pain in their legs." You remark as you begin to gently massage the sore flesh. Viktor lets out a gasp of shock at the feeling and you smile after a few moments when he goes limp in his chair enjoying the brief feeling of relief.

"Oh?" He questions trying to remain composed but it sounded very similar to a moan. Looking away you smile trying not to have thoughts like that.

"Older age tends to be hard on the musles of a laborer. They worked hard for me so I could have a better life, so I could attend the Academy. Persue my dreams. So I learned simple ways to make their life easier. With practice I got good at it." You hum as you begin to find where the knots are and gently press into them rubbing them counterclockwise to increase blood flow and destress the otherwise tense flesh. You do your best to loosen the leg hoping that'll help stop the pain.

Viktor nods as you talk, listening closely before you carefully prod a nerve. He bites his lip letting out a little moan and you hum continuing to help his sore muscles feel better. Going on for a bit seeing his dazed state your glad you could help ease the pain.

It's very peaceful like this. Viktor with his head leaned back and eyes closed as soft classical music plays in the background. His hair Is ruffled and in his face but you can still see his features clearly. You begin humming softly as you finish the story and continue and you can see the faintest smile on his face as he hears you.

The door suddenly swings open making you dart your eyes up. You continue your ministrations despite the distraction but you feel your face burn like you'd been caught doing something wrong. Viktor simply hums eyes remaining closed as he stayed leaned back in his chair.

"Woah am I interrupting something?" Jayce questions and you can't bring yourself to look at him when he has that smug smirk of his on. Still rubbing Viktors legs he lets out a particulary loud moan making your heart skip a beat. This was simply a favor amongst friends. Nothing weird like the earlier sounds would hint at. You weren't doing anything wrong, could Jayce please stop staring like that?

"No." You state embarassed as you almost stop but Viktor lets out a pleased sign and you can't bring yourself to make his pleassure end because of your colleagues teasing.

"Yes." Viktor answers honestly and you feel your face heat up as Jayce chuckles.

"Well I'll just leave this on your work desk than." He hums plopping some papers on your growing number of files before sending you a wink. Looking away from him, face still red you focus on Viktors leg and how it felt less tense in your grip.

"Good idea." Viktor answers waving his head in dismissal before you hear the door close. Peaking one of his honey brown eyes open to look at you he chuckles at your sheepish expression as you keep rubbing. "Your very cute flustered." He murmurs before closing his eye again as he lets go and relaxes. You try not to dwell on what he said but you realize this may not just be a favor amongst friends.

[joaquinwhorres]

gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 3°~¤

Previously... 

"STOP YOUR STEP!!"

At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.

"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get rid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.

Present Time..

After the fight with the ghosts. The student's and Headmaster go to the field so ghosts won't bother them. Students who were also kicked out the school stayed at the field. "Ha...haaa. Ugh the sides of my stomach hurt so much." Ace tries to say as he and Deuce groan and grumble in pain.

"Ace, Deuce." A familiar voice spoke. "Ah, Prefect Roseheart!" The two huff out as they nod. Azul and Kalim stood next to Riddle, but Azul looks at the two with confusion. "Where is Prefect (Y/N)? Shouldn't you two be with her?" The prefect of Octavinelle points out.

The A-Deuce combo only shrug. "I think she got mixed up the crowed." Deuce says as he looks at the growing crowd of students. "How did you guys get put here?" Ace asks the three dorm leaders.

"We had gotten chased out by some ghosts that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Even though it was valuable time for the three of us to study together." Kalim responded, while Azul shot him tired glance. "Kalim. Shouldn't it be "valuable time where we teach you about studying."?" Riddle could only sigh and cross his arms. "We almost got Kalim to understand the question..!"

"When we stayed in class, a bunch of ghosts appeared. They chased us out while saying, "this will be the brides fitting room!"" Grim watched as more students came up to them. Telling the same tale. "Everyone who was kicked out from campus has already gathered around..!"

"It seems like the whole campus has been taken away by those ghosts." Deuce said rather calmly. Ace on the other hand was more shocked than calm. "Oi! Principal, what's going on!?"

Before Mr. Crowley could respond, Ortho decided to explain. "I'll be the one to explain. You see, yesterday..." Once the young Shroud told everyone of the events that occurred. Everyone went silent. The only person who spoke after Ortho, was Riddle.

"The ghost groom has been searching for his ideal princess. Then had chosen (Y/N) as his ideal bride... That's the idea, correct?" Riddle revised as his expression was oddly calm. "WHAT!!!!" The group of NRC boys all screamed in anger and fear, a lot of other expression as well.

"We need to save her!!" Ace says immediately after the video was shown. "What will happen to (Y/N) if she does marry the Ghost Groom?!" Deuce asks the principal with fret. Mr. Crowley casted his eyes downward, with a somber voice he said.

"If (Y/N) marries the ghost prince, that is the same meaning of signing a contract. Which will mean, once the wedding is over.. SHE WILL FOLLOW HER SOON-TO-BE-HUSBAND TO THE UNDERWORLD!!!" "EEEEHHH!!!" Everyone yelled out in shock.

Mr. Crowley continues: "I put my guard down because I never would of expected someone who meets the conditions of the prince and his ideal Princess would exist in this world." Headmaster Crowley said with dread in every word he spoke.

"(Y/N)... Is going to be a ghost..!?" Epel gasps out with fear. "We can't let that happen!" Jack gruffs out as he bared his fangs. Many others agreed at helping the female student from her impending doom.

"We need to come up with a plan then!" Ortho tells the group of fired-up teens. "How about we start talking with them? We can throw a party! I bet that the ghosts will definitely let (Y/N) go if we just explain the situation."

The young Al-Asim heir suggested to his fellow peers. Rook nods, agreeing with his classmates. "A truly splendid idea, Roi d'or." A slim smile crepts on Rooks lips, "though..." The huntsman drawls out, his eyes turn a bit narrow.

"Do you think you'll be able to persuade a groom who has been searching for his bride for so long?" Rook crossed his arms over his chest as he continues on. His voice hinting with amusement. "If I was in his place, I'd never let my beloved go."

Leona growls, "so our only option is to just beat those ghost into submission." Vil scoffed at Leona and his idea. "Have you forgotten that we all ran all the way out here because we couldn't do just that." The male model said sassily with a frown gracing his painted lips. "No matter what we did, we couldn't defeat all those ghosts."

The headmaster starts to speak, "they are truly a infuriating opponent to take on. We should avoid confrontation as much as possible." Lilia starts to ponder as Crowley squawked about. "Lord Sam is well versed in the ways of ghosts and things of a spiritual nature. Shall we go see what he has to say on the matter?"

"Lord Sam... Do you mean Sam from the student store?" Deuce questioned the old fae. Lilia hums, "I was acquainted with his great grandfather." Cater starts to laugh dryly. "I still can't tell when you're joking or when your being serious... Lilia."

"Then we must make haste to the student store!" The headmaster yells as he and the others rush to Sam's shop. As soon as the shop door closed, Sam greets them. "Yo, headmaster and little demons. Whay could you be looking for that brought you all here?"

Sam chuckles and shakes his head. "Kidding! I know you're looking for something to deal with that ghost groom, right?" Sam told the group of teens and headmaster. Riddle is perplexed by Sam and his words. "This speeds things up but it sounds like you knew we would end up here."

Sam starts to laugh once more. "My friends on the other side bring me all kinds of info." Soon Sam's voice quickly turns less cheerful. "But things are getting really dicey. Ghost are tied to this world by a really powerful "lingering attachment".

Sam explained more in depth on what he meant. How they still come back because of the "attachment". "And as long is it remains, they'll keep comin' back." Grim felt realization struck him like lightning. "That's why the ghost of Ramshackle keep coming back!"

"Bingo! Precisely. That's why ghosts are so hard to handle." Ortho asked how they can save (Y/N), saying there was no such item like that to get rid of the ghost permanently. Sam grins and says, "IN STOCK NOW!" Azul looks at Sam selection while Leona tsks.

"Groom and brides are especially quick to meet tragedy. So they turn into ghosts all the time." Sam then holds up a item, "to get rid of a ghost groom. You need the "ring of severance." Slide this ring onto the host's left finger while saying "I shall love you till death do us part." And it will forcibly send him to the other side."

"How could (Y/N) give this to him? She's not even here!" Vil said as he picks up the small ring. Crowley gasped as he remembers something about the ghost groom. "Hold on a moment, the ghost groom was a boy who loved a challenge."

"So if one of you asked for (Y/N)'s hand. He'll see it as a duel for her hand in marriage, you don't have to win. But you must be able to give her the ring and tell her what to say." Lilia giggles at the crows plan. "It'll be fun to watch the drama unfold by stealing someone's bride."

"We shall call this plan... "Operation, Lovely Bride To Never Be!"" The headmaster said confidently, "it's a bit long for a name." Ace mutters under his breath. "Now I must decide on who the grooms will be for his plan." Crowley exclaimed as the male students to crowd and shout. "I'll do it!" "Let me do it!" "As if!"

The headmaster started to sweat with nervousness stirring in him. The gleaming eyes of the students were scaring him! It was almost as if each student was ready to take a role as a groom by ANY means necessary. Which it seemed like the students were readying themselves for.

"Alright alright! Will do a vote! I will write down all of your names and put them in my hat. I'll choose four grooms for this operation. So that means four names will be drawn." Mr. Crowley says with a exasperated look on his face.

_________________________________________________________

(Y/N) sat in the far corner of the "fitting room." She held a blank expression as she looks at herself. She wore a beautiful wedding (gown/suit/ect) as her hair was spruced up and was placed into a (loose/ponytail/ect). A (white/gold/silver) tiara with a veil attached to it was on her head. (Y/N) wanted to rip the thing off her, but then the ghost would force the item back onto her head again.

Sighing and cursing under her breath. (Y/N) felt queasy, or maybe it was because she hadn't ate anything yet. This was all happening so fast! (Y/N) did not want to be married to this ghost groom. She hoped that her friends would find a way to get too her before the wedding started.

"Bleh..." The female utters as she looks at her bare feet. A knock was heard on the door as a soft "coming in" was heard. A slim ghost that wore a white suite appears in front of her. He was the nanny of the ghost groom.

"Come, my dear lady. Your fiance is waiting, he needs your help with decorations and would like your words on it." (Y/N) felt herself become stiff, but agrees. Playing along was her better chance of escaping her "wedding". "Of course," (Y/N) said politely as she walks with nanny ghost.

The two reach the cafeteria, now transformed with pretty decorations and tombstones. Along with dark blue flowers and white sheets cover each table. The nanny smiles at his prince with nostalgia. "It seems like only yesterday you were a small child. Trying to find follow your dream and find your dear princess. A dream you lost long ago with your life as well. What a cruel twist of fate." The nanny said as his voice started to crack.

"If only I had arrived at your room faster, I could of helped you escape..." The sweet prince smiles at his caretaker. "It is alright now, know need to bring up the past. Don't let all that stuff bring you down."

The young princes smile never faltered. "Besides, going through all that pain and sadness is what allowed me to meet (Y/N)!" His caretaker could feel his spirits lift at the princes words. "Oh prince Elias, you are always so courageous and strong."

(Y/N) could feel her heart cry at what she heard. She didn't know that... Breathing in a gulp of air, she slowly walks closer to the two. 'It's gonna be okay..' "You did a great job Elias." (Y/N) said as she gives him a small smile.

The ghost groom returns her smile tenfold as he looks at his bride. "My goodness, (Y/N)! You look just as beautiful as a.. Well beautiful than an' undead flower!" Elias said happily, (Y/N) giggles at his childish wording.

"Thanks." The caretaker gives the two a tender look. "You both are just perfect for one another. Prince Elias, we must get you ready before nightfall. You have to look your best for your princess."

The caretaker jests as he pushes the prince out of the cafeteria. "Wha- but I wanted to-!" "No sir, you must get ready. *Sigh* your still a stubborn little boy too." Elias waves at (Y/N), "I shall see you soon, my love!"

Once the two were gone, the ghost soldiers take (Y/N) back to the dressing room. Before the door closed, (Y/N) asks them something. "Can I please have something to eat? I haven't ate in a few hours."

To be continued...

(Okay, part three was supposed to be the end of the series. But that didn't happen, so I'll do my best to make sure part four is the last installment. I really wanna get to work for the Halloween event for Twst and a bunch of other stories I wanna put on this account! But I have to wait until I finish part four. Thanks for reading!)

[locitawritingsblog]

XS Randoms

Hi guys ! I write more randoms based one of my sw resistance fanfics from wattpad called Xiono Story. Happy reading.

Note : Ayu was 9 years old

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Meeting Goes Wrong

"Aww, do we have to ?" Kaz wasn't in the mood at all while Torra pulled his hand "Yeah, this is a big part as parents."

Kaz complained "Come on, Honeylatte. We don't have to come every time Miss Windy call us." She said "Uh-huh, reminds me when you're in the spot with your work."

As they just arrived in front of the door, they mentioned Della rushing to the door as well.

"Della, there you are. We were going to ask you to come along with us but Aunt Z said you weren't there." Torra stared at her.

Della sighed "Well, she asked me to pick up some drinks but I don't have time to back so I had to come here first."

After Della entered the meeting room first, Kaz spoke with his wife "Torra, are you sure about this ?"

Torra holded his hands "Relax, my love. We're here to see how's she going, not under the attack. I called Poe that you need a week off after this."

Kaz sighed "Okay."

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"Thank you for all the parents to have a time to come here. As you can see..." When Miss Windy was going to start, there was one more to wait.

"It is me, Hype Fazon. Hold up your applause." However the other parents weren't in the mood for it. They groaned instead.

Torra sighed "Hi Hype."

"Hello, my friends. Can't believe we would be here."

"Our girls are in the same class, Hype. So we techinally have to be here." Kaz said.

"Alright, let's get this start, shall we ? First of all, most of our children are well behaved and happy to play and learn but some of them have their own to control it." Miss Windy spoke to the parents.

Hearing the bad part, Kaz was nervous and was going to panicked but Torra reassured him by holding his hand tight.

"Mr and Mrs. Xiono, your daughter, Ayumi has been bringing a great spirit to learn and to be curious that who she wants to be and also has a care to her classmates but as you two know that she can lost her temper few times, including the time she had an argument with Vivian that happened two weeks ago."

"We'll do our best to help her to control it." Torra said.

Miss Windy nodded then stared at the next person "Della, guess you know what's your little sister's personality looks like, don't you ? While she has a great friendship with Ayumi, She can be rebel. She doesn't always follow the rules on this school and make some noise which bothering the study. Could you teach her how to be respectful and discipline ?"

Della nodded "Yes Miss."

Next, Miss Windy stared at Holly, Randy's mother "Mrs. Vios. I'm afraid that your son has been pretty down lately. I noticed there's something on his mind that it won't go away."

Holly sighed "That's true. Since my husband, his father abadoned us, it would breaking his heart deeper than I could imaged."

Hype laught "Aw, come on, woman. He's a boy ! He shouldn't have a broken heart as yours."

Everyone was so shocked after he said that way. Della made a serious face to him "Listen to me, mouther. Some of us having struggle to raise our kids and you're not serious on this parenting thing."

"Come on, I'm serious about it. Just take and pick her up from school. At least she has a place to live. That's all !"

Kaz and Torra knew that Hype was suddenly forced to be a foster figure to Giselle since no one take care of her anyone. They watched Della making an eye contract.

"Oh really ? Last time I saw you when you and Giselle ran around the class during a little show and tell as she yelled she doesn't want you to be her father."

Most of the parents were impressed by Della's bravery which Miss Windy worried "Alright, everyone. Let's settle down and talk about it nicely." But they didn't listen, they immediately had a loud argument.

Torra shook her head as tapped on her head "Maybe Miss Windy shouldn't gathering like this." She expressed her opinion.

Kaz agreed "That's great one, Honeylatte. We should get out of here, our girl doesn't need to see this."

Torra was shocked as saw Ayumi watching through the door. She sighed and pulled Kaz's hand.

"Hello, sweetie. How was your day ?" Torra touched Ayu's cheek.

"It was fine but what happened to them ? They're acting like the kids." Ayu responded.

Kaz trying to get her staright "Let's say that... They're having a bad day. Say, why don't we have ice cream before we go home ?"

Ayu cheered "Yay ! Ice cream, here we come." Kaz and Torra holded their daughter's hands as leaving the school.

Hype was landed on the door after he had been bet by Della "Hey ! Where are you two going ? Torra, Kaz..!"

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Here it is. I know it was quite different than usual what I wrote but hope you guys like this one.

I tag @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @girlzrok-archive , @tinysbandanadad and @tiny-badbatcher

[linawritesocs]

fake!jay's voicelines + lesson chats!

finally, i'm making this boy's voicelines and chats. finally. i'll be making these only for fake!jay because i personally see only him being a playable character. what about real!jay? HE'S JUST THERE.

[ jay's voicelines ]

if you choose to hold his hand: "i thought you got lost, i was so worried.. no, no, please, don't apologize! i just tend to get anxious very easily. now, shall we go then?"

level up:

"i'm becoming stronger, don't i? hehe, i'm sure he would be proud of me."

"i see.. i will write this down in my notebook then."

"you don't have to praise me so often. i was.. um.. born with high intelligence, so it's only natural for me to be so good at this. huh? you think that's even more impressive?"

level up max:

"hm.. i wonder if one day i'll get a chance to live a normal life, without being connected to that person."

episode level up:

"i want to thank you for always supporting me and being by my side. this school, these students.. all of this is so new to me. thank you for helping me feel at home here."

limit break:

"oh, does this mean that you have even more things to teach me? that's good to hear, i'll make sure to stay focused."

groovy:

"it's almost like i really am a part of this.. maybe my school life will be just as fun as he wanted."

lesson lines (before lesson):

"you think my handwriting is pretty? t-thank you."

"allen-senpai, we're gonna be late! ugh, why should i be the one to take care of him? he's my upperclassman!"

"i tend to draw while taking notes, but i really am paying attention! it's just easier for me to remember things this way.. oh, you think my drawings are cute?.."

lesson start:

"okay, i think i'm ready."

lesson end:

"if you need help, you can always ask for my notes! ah, but don't depend on me too much, you should pay more attention during class.."

battle start:

"my unique magic helps me bring anything to life, but today i'm gonna use it to take your life!.. did that sound lame?"

battle win:

"i.. i did it? whoa, my magic is more powerful than i thought.."

『 ✿ ◦• ♡ ◦• 𓆩❀𓆪 ◦• ♡ ◦• ✿ 』

[ jay's lesson chats ]

[ a smart kid who dreams about romance]

"did i ever tell you that i come from a family of scientists? yes, my parents are actually quite famous!"

"t-that explains w-why i'm so smart? um, thank you, hehe.."

"my parents are from shaftlands, but they had to go to sunset savanna because of their work and i was born there."

"that reminds me, my parents once told me about this girl, she had to go to the jungle with her father, who was a professor and they spent some time studying nature there."

"but then, she met a guy who spent his whole life living there! if i'm not wrong, his parents died when he was very young and he was raised by gorillas."

"they got along very well and they even started to fall in love. she had a choice between going home and staying here with him and she chose to stay.. don't you think that's so romantic?"

"wha- you didn't think of me as a romantic type? i- i'm not that romantic! i just think this story is very cute.."

"though i wish something like that would happen to me one day.."

[ how can i understand him? ]

"i guess you could say that me and allen-senpai are pretty close. we both are in the same club, we spend a lot of time together.. but honestly, sometimes i feel like i'm his personal assistant."

"allen-senpai is very forgetful, he doesn't care much about classes, he's always too busy thinking about whoever his crush is at the moment." *sighs* "i just wanted an upperclassman that i could rely on.."

"oh, but don't get me wrong, allen-senpai is a nice person! most students are either scared of him or they ignore him, but i think he's actually very kind. he's just a bit.. strange, haha. but it shouldn't be surprising, when you remember what dorm he's from."

"i just don't get him sometimes. his writing is kind of.. uh.. let's just say that it makes me a bit uncomfortable. but i also can't deny that he has talent. he tends to stalk his crushes and follow them around, ignoring their personal space. but also he's a genuinely loving and caring person, who's simply tired of being alone."

"how can he be such a complicated person? maybe i should ask someone to write a "how to understand and talk to allen snowhill" guide? though i don't think there's anyone who can fully understand him."

"if i'm not wrong, he used to have a childhood friend.. but allen-senpai claims that they're not that close anymore."

"i'm sure he still cares about his friend even if he says things like that."

"but allen-senpai.. if you want to be loved so much, why do you refuse to talk to that childhood friend of yours? just what could happen between you two?"

[ the rsa literature club]

"why did i join the literature club? well, at first i wasn't sure if i even should join any clubs here."

"but then i was told that only troublemakers and lazy students end up not joining any clubs and i didn't want to be like that! but then i had to choose which club i should join and.. and it was so hard.."

"i thought of joining the archery club, the animal care club, the art club, the debate club, but i still wasn't sure. but now that i think about it, it wasn't just me being indecisive, i was also.. scared. i was scared of not being accepted by other club members. i was scared of not being as good and talented as them."

"and then, i met the literature club leader. i told him that i'm interested, but i was still too scared to actually join the club. he saw right through me and he said that i don't need a "talent" to join his club. it's okay for me to simply enjoy reading and being a member of the literature club."

"i don't have to be a good writer, like allen-senpai. i don't have to know the plot of every single book in the world. i don't have to be a genius or anything like that. he told me that i shouldn't join a club because "if i don't, everyone will hate me and think i'm boring", i should join a club because i find it interesting and i don't necessarily have to be good at writing, archery or whatever that club is about."

"so.. yeah, now i'm here. and i would never change my decision. i love this club and i feel accepted by other members, especially the leader and allen-senpai."

"even if i have to read allen-senpai's writing during every single club meeting, haha."

[ you actually care about me, don't you? ]

jay: ...

jack: ...

jay: ...

jack: "i know you're here, jay."

jack: "there's no one else around but me, you don't have to hide."

jay: "wait, how did y- OW!"

jack: "hey, be careful!"

jack: "are you okay? whoa, you hit your head pretty hard.."

jay: "i'm fine, i'm fine! here, let me just stand up-"

jack: "stay still. we both know that you won't be able to stand up right now. i'm not even sure if you can walk."

jack: *sighs* "seriously, why do you keep coming to this school? you know that nrc students don't like rsa students and vice versa."

jay: ".. allen-senpai. that's all i'm gonna say."

jack: "is this guy's safety so important to you, that you're okay with coming to the rival school where everyone hates you? i think you worry too much about him, that guy is surprisingly strong."

jay: "well, making him go back to rsa is pretty much my job at this point. i'm like his babysitter or something, even though he's older than me."

jay: "and also, um, i don't think you hate me, so.. if something happens, i can rely on you!"

jack: ".. i'll go and find something to treat that huge bump on your head."

jay: "oh, are you saying that i really can rely on you, jack-san?"

jay: *thinking* "he already left."

jay: *thinking* "well, to be honest, i came here today not only because of allen-senpai.."

[ wait, you're allen's cousin?? ]

jay: *thinking* "oh, it's almost time for the club meeting. i should hurry."

jay: *thinking* "now, where did i put that book-"

riley: "you're allen's clubmate, right?"

jay: "WH- WHO ARE YOU??"

riley: "answer my question first."

jay: "uh- y-yeah.."

riley: "okay, thank you for answering. i'm his cousin and i came here to see him."

riley: "now, excuse me."

jay: "ALLEN-SENPAI HAS A COUSIN?? why am i finding out about it only now??"

riley: "it's okay, everyone reacts the same way when i tell them that. maybe it's because we're not that similar, so people never expect us to be related."

jay: "well, you do kind of look like him, but your.. uh.. "energy" feels completely different."

riley: "hm? what do you mean by that?"

jay: "i think you're more quiet than allen-senpai? and you're not as talkative and emotional as him.. but of course, we've just met, so i may be wrong."

jay: *thinking* "oh no, i hope i didn't offend him.."

riley: ...

riley: *nods* "you're right. it's a bit hard for me to keep up with allen sometimes."

riley: "but i still think he's really cool."

riley: "now, again, excuse me."

jay: "oh, i forgot to say that me and allen-senpai will be busy with club activities today, so maybe you should come and visit him later?"

riley: "is that so?.. thanks for telling me."

riley: "i guess i should come back to nrc."

jay: "wait, before you go, may i ask you one more question?"

riley: "sure."

jay: "why are you carrying a bat? is it for self-defense?"

riley: "oh, this thing.. i don't know. i just feel more calm when i'm holding it."

riley: "i think i'll go now. goodbye."

jay: "goodbye!" *thinking* "no, these two are definitely related. he's just as weird as allen-senpai."

jay: *thinking* "wait, i forgot to ask his name!"

[ maybe he isn't my idol after all ]

jay: ...

leona: ...

leona: "you've been standing there for quite a while."

jay: "ah, leona-san! i thought you were asleep.."

leona: "it's hard to fall asleep when someone's watching you."

leona: "anyway, you've got a lot of nerve to come here, being a rsa student and all."

jay: "yeah, a lot of people have told me that before, haha.."

leona: "i didn't mean it as a compliment. you're an idiot for doing so."

jay: "um, m-maybe i am.."

leona: "and why are you always following me around? can't you pick someone else? i'm sure so many nrc students would love to spend time with you."

jay: "i.. i just think you're interesting, that's all.."

leona: "interesting? what do you mean by that?"

jay: "um.. you're just.."

leona: "why would such an adorable, naive and spoiled rsa student like you think that i'm interesting?"

jay: "..."

leona: "don't have an answer? of course you don't. i knew that you said that to get on my good side."

leona: "now, get out before i-"

jay: "oh, sorry, i thought i saw a fly. i didn't mean to hit you with my notebook."

jay: "i'll leave now, sorry for bothering you, leona-san."

leona: "..."

leona: "ugh, whatever. maybe he really did hit me on accident. i should go back to sleep."

leona: "wait a minute, didn't this guy love insects?"

[ technology expert and nature expert ]

jay: "you didn't have to come here, austin-san. i have to come to nrc quite often because of allen-senpai, so i could pay you a visit myself-"

austin: "oh, shut up. you think i'm scared of rsa students? they are the ones who should be scared of me!"

jay: "haha, you're right."

austin: "okay, let's talk about that request of yours. what exactly did you need my help with?"

austin: "and just so you know, i had a lot of plans for today, so you better be grateful, i could've spent this time working on my other projects, but no, i decided to come to this school and help you, can you see how kind i am?"

jay: ".. here."

austin: "a broken phone, huh? what happened?"

jay: "uh, i dropped it in a lake-"

austin: "jay, your phone has no water on it at all, you can't lie to me about things like this."

austin: "you can be honest with me, i won't judge."

jay: "you promise?"

austin: "unless it's something really dumb."

jay: "then i won't tell you."

austin: "okay, okay, i promise, i won't laugh at you."

jay: ".. i think i pushed the wrong button?.."

austin: "what- what do you- wait, did you turn it off?"

jay: "no, no, i know how to turn it off and i know that i didn't do that! i guess i just tapped on the screen and.. i tapped the wrong thing.."

austin: "what do you mean by "the wrong thing"??"

austin: "dude, your phone looks like you've dropped it from the top of the building! how did you make it end up like this??"

jay: "i'm sorry.. you don't have to help me.."

austin: "no, i will. just.. promise me to be more careful. if you need help with understanding how your phone works, just ask. i'm a busy person, but i can try to find some time for you."

austin: "though i have a feeling you don't understand how any technology works, not just your phone."

jay: "haha, that's true. but at least i have you and i'm thankful for that."