#Apparently my teacher thinks it I keep up with my good work I can take TOPIK 1 exam next year

[niksu-agassi]

I passed my final exam for the first trimester of Korean & now I feel numb. We won't be continuing until 13th of January and I'm praying that my 서강 한국어 textbook & workbook arrive soon so I can keep practicing my reading, writing & speaking skills.

#I also ordered “Korean Stories for Language Learners” just to practice my reading skills #Studying Korean with my partner and taking notes after classes was my favorite activity #And I can't stress enough how sad I am that we won't be having classes for the next two months #On the other note #Apparently my teacher thinks it I keep up with my good work I can take TOPIK 1 exam next year #Y'all... #It's happening😭 #I'm so happy #I wanted to study Korean and eventually get back into learning Japanese for sO LONG #Languageblr #Studyblr #Korean #한국어 #한국어 학생 #A1 #TOPIK 1 #서강 한국어 #nyx rambles #seraphic melancholy

[sttoru]

“AS IF THE MEMORIES HAVE A HEART THAT ONLY BEATS AT NIGHT.”

༄ sypnosis. your boyfriend is on a business trip, yet always finds the time to call you at night. though, this time he’s lonely and in need of comfort.

༄ note. inspired by one of mahmoud darwish’s poems plus by my love for this man. sigh he’s so pretty. excuse me if this is too sappy.

༄ tags. satoru x reader. female reader. pet names such as ‘sweet, love, baby, babe, angel”. satoru is clingy. this is just uhh, fluff and sprinkles of angst + reverse comfort. spoilers jjk manga (stuff w/ suguru & toji).

“what are you doing,” “where are you,” and “who’s with you,”

satoru, as always, didn’t give you the chance to greet him properly once you picked up his call. your boyfriend was sent on a mission overseas and has been calling you every night since.

he says it’s to ‘hear your pretty voice’ and because he apparently ‘can’t survive without hearing it at least once a day’.

“satoru— love, calm down.” you chuckle softly, putting the call on speaker before going back to eat your dinner.

you hear the sorcerer let out a small whine over the phone, “my bad, sweet. you know i always look forward to speaking with you.”

you hum lightly in response. satoru has always had the habit to call you whenever he misses you even in the slightest of amounts.

some may find that annoying, however you’re aware that you are the only person satoru can rely on at the end of the day. that’s exactly why you try your best to answer all of his phone calls.

“how’d the mission go?” you ask after swallowing a bite of your food.

“pfft, the usual. dealt with some annoying curses that’ve been plaguing the area.” your boyfriend groans; he wished he didn’t have to take care of his duties so he could be with you all the time.

satoru just wanted to hold you in his arms, cuddle you, shower you with love, take you out on cute dates and spoil you with all kinds of gifts. his responsibilities as a teacher and as the strongest sorcerer constantly got in the way of that simple dream.

“good work, baby. you did well today.” you reply, earning a small ‘i-know-i-did’ huff from your boyfriend.

“thanks,” satoru adds, his voice muffled. it sounded like he had some food in his mouth, which you easily guessed was something sweet, “you know.. i was thinking about us— eh, you in particular.”

a silence falls over the phone afterwards. it was like satoru gave you a moment to process his words before he continues.

“well, when do you not think about me?” you snicker.

you couldn’t see it, but satoru rolled his eyes at your comment before letting a chuckle escape his lips, “hey! was trying to create a sentimental mood there.”

“but, i guess— yeah. true.” your words were the truth; satoru was a hopeless man when it came to you. you’ve invaded his thoughts, his heart and even his soul.

“anyways,” your boyfriend continues, pausing slightly to swallow the snack in his mouth, “i know i say this every day, but i wish you were here with me.”

you stop chewing on your food as soon as you hear the slight change of tone in satoru’s voice. you immediately knew that he needed you at the moment.

“mhm, i know,” you reply quietly. you wanted to let him get it all out before comforting him properly with your words.

satoru took that short answer as a sign to keep talking and opening up about his feelings to you.

“it’s just,” he sighs defeatedly, “actually, i don’t know. i guess being alone during times like these really gets to me.”

satoru stared at the ceiling as he laid on his back. his phone was on the pillow right next to his head, also on speaker.

when he’s with you, it’s easy to forget about all kinds of gloomy thoughts that may enter his mind. all satoru has to do is focus his attention on you and he won’t have any time to dwell on such stuff.

however when he’s alone, he’s left with his own brain and the thoughts that ate away at him ever since the inevitable incident with toji a few years ago.

suguru. amanai.

rustling sounds; satoru’s moving positions on his bed to somehow focus on your voice again.

“i guess it’s also because it’s unknown what the future holds.” satoru pauses. this time the pause was for him to collect his thoughts.

you knew what he meant by that; satoru had went through a few traumatic events over the years. he’s faced betrayal, loss and death ever since he was a teenager.

even if he doesn’t say nor show it, satoru is scared of what the future holds for him. especially with you in the picture now— he doesn’t want you to change or disappear on him. the thought alone makes his heart ache.

“..hey, can you promise me one thing, angel?” satoru eventually speaks up again, his voice a hushed whisper over the phone.

“of course. what is it?” you answer softly.

a third and short silence falls between you again.

“promise me that you’ll stay safe.” satoru sounds like he’s desperately trying to keep his tone neutral, however you could sense some vulnerability in there.

now that you’re thinking about it, you’ve never seen or heard satoru cry out in sadness or distress. though you know for sure that those feelings are building up somewhere inside of him. it’s only a matter of time before they need to be released.

“i promise,” you start in a comforting tone, “i promise i’ll stay safe, satoru.”

you could hear your boyfriend sigh in relief. just a small promise like that was enough to calm him down a little. for now, that is.

“i’ve failed many people before,” satoru continues, still trying to keep the tone of his voice neutral, “however, i will not fail you.”

you nod to yourself. the rest of your dinner was getting cold as you used your chopsticks to absentmindedly poke the rice while listening to satoru over the phone.

“you’re too important for me to lose,” he murmurs, taking a deep breath to steady his voice, “if it ever comes to that.. i don’t know what i’ll do.”

satoru actually doesn’t know how he’ll react or what he’ll do if you—the only person worth fighting for—would leave him; will all the thoughts come crashing down on him and cause him to finally break down?

he doesn’t know. nor does he want to find out. ever.

“don’t you worry, love.” you answer, “i hereby promise you that i won’t leave your side any time soon.”

you sigh, a small smile on your face which satoru couldn’t witness. you figured to cheer him up with your own words— it felt like he needed a mix of distraction and comfort at the moment and that’s what you wanted to give him.

“i’m not going anywhere. you’re completely and utterly stuck with me for now.” you playfully warn him, putting emphasis on the two words, “there’s no backing out of this, ‘toru.”

the sorcerer couldn’t help but laugh slightly at your last remark; you always knew how to make him feel better in an instant. that’s why he loved you to death,

“make that forever and we have a deal.”

“fiiine,” you reply in an over exaggerated tone before giggling, “forever it is. don’t get bored of me any time soon then.”

“oh, don’t you worry, angel.” satoru chuckles, sighing the stress away in one deep breath, “i’ll never get bored of my favourite girl. never in a million years.”

he sits up on his bed before standing up and walking to the window of his hotel room. satoru looked outside while grabbing another snack from a nearby table.

the sky was beautiful; it reminded him of you, though your beauty was no match for the sky. you were prettier than nature itself.

“satoru.” you call out to him over the phone and he immediately snaps back to reality.

“yeah, baby?” he replies, unwrapping his chocolate bar with one hand in the meantime.

“be reaaaal honest with me. like really honest.” a grin forms on your face as you thought of what to say next.

“you know i always speak the truth with you,” satoru mutters with a smile while putting a piece of chocolate in his mouth, “go on.”

“how many of those chocolate bars have you eaten today?”

the question caught satoru off guard and he instantly stops chewing.

satoru turns his head to the left and then to the right, eyes narrowed and body in a defensive stand like somebody was going to attack him any time soon.

“wh— the hell? how did you know? don’t tell me you’ve been secretly watchin’ me the entire time.”

you could already picture the way he’s probably checking his entire hotel room at the moment. your poor boyfriend may be strongest, but not when it comes to such silly ‘scary’ stuff. it’s adorable.

“babe, you never go a day without eating that one specific chocolate bar.” you giggle softly, taking another bite of your own food, “i’ve come to know your eating habits by now.”

“that so?” satoru grins to himself as he puts another piece in his mouth, “what am i thinking at the moment then? if you know me so well.”

you roll your eyes and get up to put your dishes away, taking your phone with you to the sink. “hmm.. well let me think.”

“take all the time you need, baby.”

satoru constantly tells you that you’re always on his mind, so you figured that this time wouldn’t be any different.

you know it’d probably be something sappy that’ll make you both giggle uncontrollably.

“maybe, something like—“ you start in a teasing tone, “i don’t know, uhh— ‘i love you?’”

there it goes; the uncontrollable giggles and laughter that fill both of your ears. it felt like you were two young teenagers in love again.

“damn, i’m really that predictable, huh?” satoru eventually says, trying to catch his breath as his tummy started to hurt from laughing so much.

“nah. i’d say it’s the power of love.”

another fit of laughter follows.

so, the night went on and on; going from discussions about random stupid stuff to deep philosophical conversations and back to the cheesy, lovey dovey remarks.

and of course, the call wouldn’t end without a direct and sleepy ‘i love you’ from your dear boyfriend.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo fic #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk fic

[russellsppttemplates]

It's just the beggining (Oscar Piastri)

Oscar hasn't done or said anything, so you're taking matters into your own hands

Note: english is not my first language. It's my first Oscar piece and I'm nervous posting this, but hopefully you enjoy it! 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: mentions reader's grandparents' health issues, mentions the situation with McLaren and Daniel, insomnia

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Hey, Y/N!", James called you once he saw you walk by his classroom, "hey", you greeted back, adjusting your books on your arms.

"There is a new kid, I'm sure you know, Oscar Piastri his name is, and apparently he's staying the long weekend too, like you", he trailed off, not knowing if he was stepping further than he should.

"Yes, I am staying, it's okay to talk about it", you gave him tight lipped smile, "well, I was hoping you'd keep him company - he's a bit shy, but he's very fun to be around and the teacher also thought it would be good since you're both staying", he reasoned as you nodded.

You had to stay back because your grandparents didn't live in England, and because of their old age and problems that naturally arose with that, your parents had to fly out and spend sometime with them, meaning you didn't have anyone back home, so you stayed. As for Oscar, you found out that he was staying back because his family was in Melbourne.

"At first, I just had online schooling, but it got trickier to manage and my dad needed to go back to work so I had to stay back", he explained when you asked him why he was there, "and I hope I can focus on racing, but you already know that", he scoffed softly.

"I don't think I do, I'm sorry", you narrowed your eyes, genuinely unaware of what he was talking about.

After he told you all about his career until that moment, as well as his hopes and dreams, he chuckled, "you really didn't know?", he wondered.

"I didn't! The girls said something about you moving here but I didn't listen much, I'm not that into gossip and my memory is like Dory's, I can never keep up with the latest who likes who and who flirted with what's his face", you earnestly replied.

For the first time since he arrived at the school, he felt like he could really trust someone and he could hope for new friendships on this side of the world.

You were there for his final race in F4, clapping at him on the podium, and even F3 and F2 despite your university deadlines, always making sure you could support him in every way you could.

"Hey, Osc", you said over the phone, setting your pen down the desk and swivelling in the chair. You wanted to get as much knowledge and experience as possible, so you applied to do a internship in a physiotherapy clinic near your apartment during the summer.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?", he asked as you could notice the antsyness on his voice.

"I'm good, it's a bit of a slow day here, my supervisor said I could read up on a few articles", you mused, "is everything okay?", you asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight", he began, "you can come to my flat if that's okay, I'll order something in since I can't be trusted in the kitchen", he suggested.

"Fine by me, I'd like that, sounds really nice", you smiled, "I'll see you soon, then", you added, not wanting to dwell much on the fact that he didn't answer your question.

When you left the clinic, you walked to Oscar's place since the sun had graced you for the day and it was still nice to be out. Knocking on the door, you waited for him to open it, "I'm still in my scrubs as I didn't see the need to change", you said as you walked inside, hugging Oscar after dropping your backpack on the floor.

"Hey, you look nice, don't worry about it", he smiled as he led you to the living room, "I had to go and get the take out myself, but it's still warm", he said as you sat at the dining table.

"Now can you tell me if there's something wrong?", you wondered as you poured some of the wine he kept for you at his place on your glass.

"I have something to tell you actually", he played with his glass while he fought the smile on his lips, "this weekend I finally had some conversations with McLaren", he began.

"McLaren?", you asked as you served yourself of the food in front of you, taking some bimi brocoli and then some of the warm noodles.

"Yes, McLaren. We finally spoke about contracts and, this morning, I signed the official driver contract for next season", he stated as if he was saying that the sun had been out today.

"You did what? Since when has this been in the works?", you gasped, dropping the kitchen utensils and looking at him intently, "you're driving for McLaren next season?", he nodded, "like, driving on track? Oh my Goodness, Oscar! That's amazing!", you got up and hugged him, "why didn't you lead with that?", you pinched the nape of his neck playfully as you kept the tears from falling from your eyes. This was his dream and he was getting to live it as early as the end of the year when pre season preparations began.

"I didn't want to tell you over the phone", he shrugged his shoulders.

"But how? This is huge, Oscar!", you smiled, your teeth showing and eyes squinting with how high your cheeks rose.

"There were a lot of conversations about it, specially the last few weeks", Oscar explained, "they still want to keep it quiet", he warned.

"So you're driving alongside Lando?", you wondered. You only followed motorsport and the Formula series because of your bestfriend, so the assumption you made was based on what you had seen and read.

"Yes, hence why they want to keep it quiet, I've only told you and my family", he mentioned, "my manager knows that, obviously, but I really need you to keep quiet about it", he smiled.

"Absolutely, don't worry!", you assured, "this is so amazing Oscar! You're going to drive in Formula One! Aren't you amazed?", you beamed.

"I put in the work too, you know?", he dramatically feigned offense as you hugged him tighter, "this is your dream, Osc", you cooed, letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks as you swayed you both around, "I'm so proud of you", you hiccuped, holding his head close to your lips so you could kiss his forehead.

"Let's eat, this is getting cold", your best friend urged as the situation for more intimate and brought you closer and closer to the thing he had been avoiding for nearly a year.

The feelings he had been arbouring for you weren't just friendship. How could he keep himself from being in love with you? You had been there with him and for him when he was alone in a new country, being the other shy kid that spent the long weekend im boarding school, and since then you had been attached by the hip. You were kind, caring, intelligent, beautiful inside and outside and anyone would be a fool to not see why Oscar felt the way he did about you.

.

"I'm just going to a training camp, Y/N, I do these every year!", Oscar reasoned as you groaned.

"Who am I going to complain to about university? Or how noisy my neighbours are? I'm going to die of boredom", you stated, "when you come back, I will have ceased to exist because of boredom and lack of attention", you exaggeratedly threw yourself on your sofa.

"You won't, silly", he chuckled, pulling you up since his trainer was picking him up soon, "you're going to go out and enjoy yourself, okay? You'll barely notice I'm gone", he tried as you helped him with his suitcases down to the door.

"I'll miss you", you muttered as you hugged him, "enjoy your training camp!", you smiled as you pulled away, waving at him before you made your way to your place.

Getting on with the project you had to hand in at the end of the week, you got it all through to the end, leaving time to proofread later.

You clicked on the folder where you kept your photos and videos, looking through them and reliving all of the memories you had in there.

Most of them had Oscar somehow, wether it was a screen grab from one of your FaceTime calls when he was at races, picnics in the park and lazy days at your place.

You had to admit it, for your sake and Oscar's sake as your friendship was on the line. At first you thought it was just the fact that a boy seemed to want to spend time with you, so you put it to that. Recently, however, things changed perspective and you felt stronger feelings and emotions when you thought about him.

You loved spending time with him and cherished every single hour he chose to spend with you whenever he didn't have racing related duties. Every time he hugged you, you clung just a little longer to feel hia body against yours and his arms enveloping you.

Whenever someone approached you in the rare times you went out clubbing with your friends, "I have a boyfriend" became more a wish and a need rather than some made up excuse to get guys to leave you alone.

So, to sum it up, you either had an honest conversation with him or continued to dwell on feelings you couldn't keep to yourself.

.

"Y/N just sent me a picture of her notes, can you believe they ask them to know all of that?", he showed his trainer Kim while they had lunch after a strenuous workout.

"I had to learn most of that, too", he said nonchalantly, not necessarily diminishing your competences and intelligence but letting Oscar know that maybe his infatuation with you had a source elsewhere.

"Y/N is very smart, I'm sure she'll do really well - oh, she sent me a picture, she's all dressed up!", he said as he inspected the mirror picture. He assumed it was a requirement for your presentation, as you usually preferred comfy attire, since you had a pair of trousers and a shirt, some small heels on your feet and your bright smile that left him feeling butterflies in his stomach every single time, "she looks gorgeous", he said as he texted you the same words along with wishes of good luck.

"Something you'd like to say?", Oscar quesioned when he felt Kim's eyes on him as he put the phone back on the table, screen down.

"I'm just here wondering why you're not together", the trainer offered simply after he wiped his mouth on the napkin.

"No, we are not together, at least not yet", he mused. The thought had crossed his mind, admitting how he felt about you before the season began. If everything went belly up and you didn't feel the same and didn't see him that way, he would occupy his time and channel all of his energy into racing; if you did feel the same, he would have been worrying for nothing and would have a extra spring up his step for his first season in Formula One.

"Good to know you're working on it", Kim waved his fork at Oscar, "now we need to finish this and we'll do some recovery stretches", he announced as Oscar groaned, prolonging his meal as long as he could.

.

Today, Oscar was coming back from Lanzarote and you couldn't wait to speak to him. Lately, it all dawned on you.

It happened a couple of nights ago, a slight insomnia episode keeping you up when you thought about what things would be like from now on. Oscar would travel a lot more, and he would be in a much public role compared to his previous one. It would seem stupid to other people, but a lot more people would know him, and you were sure they would fall in love with him. How could they not? Hence why you wanted to quit those thoughts while you were ahead of them.

I'm on the cab to your place, it should take another 10 minutes and Can't wait to see you, Oscar texted you just as you finished tidying your living room.

You missed him dearly, so when you threw yourself into his arms, you didn't let go as he kicked his suitcases into your apartment while still holding close to him, "I kind of need to get my backpack off my back, and I can't do that if I don't set you somewhere - only for a bit at the very least", Oscar suggested after trying to balance you against his body with one arm but he didn't feel safe enough to let you go without you falling.

Reluctantly, you got back down, feet back on the floor as he discarded his backpack before he tapped your hip twice, "up again, I want a proper hug", he mumbled as you jumped back, his hands protectively holding your thighs up as he nuzzled his face on your neck, "I need you so, so much", he sighed.

"I missed you too", you replied back, "and I don't ever want to miss you like this when I don't know how to feel about you", you forwarded. Now or never, you thought as you jumped out of his hold and faced him.

"I missed you like I have never missed you before, not even when you go a visit your family or when you went away for triple headers - and I've been trying to understand why and I finally realised what it was. I like you, more than friends like eachother - for Goodness' sake, I'm in love with you", you chuckled nervously as you admitted it out loud to him, "and everyone else will love you too - I just know it -, so soon enough you won't be my Osc anymore and I couldn't not tell you. People - and these gorgeous girls all over the world - are going to like you so much and I won't be able to compete with them, so I'm just telling you how I feel. You can leave if you want or we'll just stay here in silence of that works too, but I needed to admit my feelings", you let out in one go.

Oscar smiled, a big teeth and gums showing smile as his eyes crinkled at your words, "I'm not leaving, and we are not going to be silent - at least immediately - because I want to tell you how I feel", he began, "I'm in love with you too; I have been for about two years and only realised it a year ago, and I don't want to pretend anymore. I want to be able to kiss you, to hug you, to take you with me wherever possible, to sleep next to you, to argue with you, I want all of it. With you", he said, hand cupping your cheek as his eyes asked for consent to kiss your lips.

It was as you dreamed it would be, soft, gentle and caring, lips moving in sync as you held him by his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I thought I was loosing you to the whole F1 fandom", you chuckled, looking up at him once you pulled away.

"Of course you won't, you're my best girl", he winked, "this is just the beggining for us", he added as he pulled you to cuddle on the sofa, sharing his stories of the past days as you revelled in the feeling of being in his arms.

#oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[chloessleepystories]

Rabbit Hole

Based on a true story

Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.

Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to… She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.

Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers… how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted… But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted… to get drawn in…

She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.

“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts…” Miss Thompson was saying.

Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.

The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ… 

She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted… like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer. 

Or been conditioned, came a whisper. 

Been brainwashed. 

Cuntwashed.

Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy…

BUZZ. 

Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going…

This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words the way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one… oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny… making her a mindnumbed cockslave…

She tapped the little pencil symbol to make a public post.

“You guys are making me so horny!!!” she typed.

I’m supposed to be paying attention to the teacher right now but my tumblr feed is full of porn and 3 of you fuckers are having hot conversations with me trying to make me horny and IT’S FUCKING WORKING I’m sure my neighbors can smell me I’m so turned on I can feel how drippy I am goddammit I need to stroke I’m not gonna make it

That was a mistake, of course. As she knew it would be. The sharks smelled blood in the water, and circled.

“Just keep watching little slave. Soon you’ll be my little cock hungry whore”

“It’s just so nice to be able to turn off your brain for a while, ya know? Join me?”

“And when I say “horny bunny” you’ll have a powerful urge…”

“Mmm damn what a view! Your nice tight pussy wrapped around my cock feels so damn good. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, bottoming out hitting your womb”

“…And then one day you wake up and you’re an empty headed pink bimbo, with no thoughts in your dumb bimbo head but getting bigger tits and pleasing your Mistress’s pussy…”

Another public post:

Ogod now ur all piling on cumming our of the woodwork why csnt i turn off this app why do i keep lookin im not gonna make it im such a dumb hotny cow 

Sent.

And back to messaging, the words pummeling her brain –

Blank. Obedient. Responsive. Counting from 10. Letting your mind slide away. Relaxed. Empty. No thoughts. 8. Letting go….

Then, even before she could register the shadow over her desk, a hand snatched the phone from her fingers.

“You know the rules about phones in my class, Zoe,” said Miss Thompson. Zoe made a choked whimper, her fingers mindlessly twitching after the phone.

“You can get it back later. If you’re good.”

If you’re good. If you’re a good girl. Good girls obey.

Zoe whimpered again, as Miss Thompson walked away. She was going to have to sprint to the ladies’ room when class was over. The phone would have to wait. Her clit was throbbing… and she needed to obey.

*****

Later, after everyone had filed out, Miss Thompson carefully and (BUZZ) meticulously wiped clean the blackboard. She liked the board to be as neat (BUZZ) and tidy as her desk.

(BUZZ)

What on earth was – Oh. Right. That girl’s phone was still on the desk. Vibrating away, for some unknown reason.

She sat down and picked it up, turning it on. Silly child didn’t seem to have a lock on the –

A rainbow of porn leapt out of the screen and slapped Miss Thompson about the face.

Cocks going into young women’s mouths. A girl’s tongue on a pussy. “Zoe, are you still there?” Breasts, so many breasts. “Zoe, girl, look how hard you made me…” A maelstrom of dark and light flesh that she couldn’t make sense of for a moment, until she saw the caption “gangbanged fuckslut made airtight with BBC”… which, to be frank, didn’t ENTIRELY explain the picture to Miss Thompson, but it let her figure out what some of the shapes were…

Horrified, repulsed, Miss Thompson started scrolling. And couldn’t stop scrolling. Stories of incest and bondage. Lewd photos and gifs, scenes of decadence and degradation. She shook her head, her mouth open, but she couldn’t stop…

And the hypnosis. Over and over in the girl’s feed, the hypnosis! Glassy eyed girls with drooping mouths, baring their breasts… Women with spirals in their eyes, and cocks in their mouths… Flashing gifs with pictures and words, too fast to follow, telling her how she should be, how she must be, how she knew she already was, if she would just admit it to herself… Inductions, and fantasies, and more spirals, and submissive, drooling women, eager to serve cock, to serve pussy, to become slaves to their own needy cunts…

Miss Thompson hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. She hadn’t noticed how wet her own cunt was, until she found herself dipping in a finger… She bucked against her hand, but didn’t stop stroking… just kept scrolling… 

Someone calling himself Master of Mystery – except with some of the letters replaced by numbers – BUZZed into a private message. “Getting pretty horny, Zoe? Pretty needy and desperate?”

“No,” she found herself typing. “I mean, no, I’m – I’m not… No.”

“Oh, you certainly sounded pretty desperate to me. You sounded like a little slut who needed permission to cum… A naughty fucktoy who can’t stop touching her princess parts even though she’s not supposed to…”

Miss Thompson bit her lip and with an effort pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not Zoe. I am Miss Thompson, her teacher,” she typed.

She tried to pull herself together.

“And you should keep a civil tongue in your head, young man.”

“Ohhh! Naughty, naughty, teacher… Are you looking through a confiscated phone? And getting TURNED ON by someone else’s Tumblr porn? You are, aren’t you… Go ahead, you can admit it…”

“i” she typed and sent by mistake.

She cursed.

“I will do no such thing. I am… I am putting the phone down now.”

“No you’re not.”

She hesitated. He seemed so sure. She waited, panting.

“You won’t, because you would have already without saying anything. You would have before you got so horny scrolling through her feed.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Because you are horny, aren’t you? All pent-up, tied up in knots…”

“Yes, yes, I am, OK, but there’s nothing wrong with that”

“No, not at all. Tell you what. You seem tense. Let me help you relax. Can we do that?”

“Um”

“Just focus on your shoulders for a second. Feel how tight they are? Tighten them up even more, just for a second. Take a deep breath in. And then let it out, and as you do, feel all the tension go out of your shoulders…”

“what”

“Sshh shh you don’t have to say anything just listen. I’m going to count, and with each number you’re going to release a little tension, and it’s going to turn into warmth… warmth spreading through your body… 

“And then maybe we’ll look at a spiral together for a while… You’ll like that…”

*****

Zoe was feeling SO much better – though her legs were still a little wobbly – as she walked toward the classroom door. She couldn’t believe she’d left her phone behind! She hoped she could get it back quietly, without much fuss. There didn’t seem to be a class in there now. Maybe she could just slip in and grab it?

She eased the door open gently… and then almost dropped her backpack in surprise.

Miss Thompson was sprawled, nearly nude, in her wooden rolling chair! Her skirt was bunched around her middle, panties on the floor, white blouse and bra tangled on her desk. Most surprising of all, one hand was operating Zoe’s phone, and the other hand was operating Miss Thompson’s bushy cunt!

She stepped closer, sliding the backpack gently to the floor. The teacher’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy… and sure enough, Zoe could see a spiral on the glowing screen. She tiptoed close enough to read over her shoulder.

You want to watch

To let the spiral suck you in

To let my spiral suck away all resistance

You want to become mindless for me, because it feels so good to stop thinking

Each word you read will bring you pleasure, and each second you spend watching will make you sink deeper and deeper, until you can’t help but obey…

She reached around her teacher’s body, and cupped both breasts at once.

Miss Thompson gasped, and then relaxed with a moan as Zoe began kneading her nipples.

“How are you doing, miss?” she whispered.

“Can’t… Can’t cum. Need to… but don’t… don’t have permission…”

“Mmmm.” Zoe tweaked her nipples, massaging her surprisingly full and warm tits. “I know it’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to it. I’ve been sliding into this rabbit hole a bit at a time for months, so I’ve built up a liiiittle bit of an immunity.” Partially true, anyway. “But my feed and my followers must have hit you like a ton of bricks.” 

Zoe giggled to herself, as her teacher panted.

“Who are you talking to,” Zoe murmured.

“M-Master of Mystery,” Miss Thompson gasped, her back arching.

Ah yes, thought Zoe. Also known as Kevin.

“Tell him I’m here. And ask him what I should do to you.”

“Master…” Miss Thompson typed, and after a moment, responded.

“He says to get on your knees and lick my s-slutty, juicy c… cunt.”

Zoe smiled. “That’s what I was hoping he was going to say,” she murmured as she knelt.

After all, she thought. Good girls obey.

[nanaloveswo-men]

pairing: nanami x reader (sfw, implicit that you have a relationship) summary: the firsts years lost nanami's cat. you were called to help. nanami isn't happy. wc: 2.7 i want to write more about nanami, you and his (yours) cat

requests are open!

"sensei!" itadori feel the relieve filling his body as soon as you pick up the phone.

honestly, you kind of wish to never know what is happening, because if itadori is calling you, certainly, nothing good will come out of it. still, you have a job to do while you are his teacher.

you try to sound as polite as possible when answering him.

"hi yuji! is everything okay?" 'impossible' your mind quickly answer.

you hear some noises in the back of the call, and immediately you recognize the other voices.

"don't sound so hopeless" nobara shout at her friend, and you can perfectly imagine the two of them.

"stop screaming at my ear! she's going to hear you." yuji whisper, or at least try to, but you end up hearing the same way.

you think if yaga is going to be mad if you hang up on three freshmen that can possibly be in a death-or-life situation. maybe he wouldn't mind at all...

"yuji, where are you?" you ask already picking your keys, ready to save their asses.

more noises happen in the background, and you wonder if they are fighting with each other. the phone goes silently for a moment, and have to look down at the scream to see if the call was ended.

unfortunately, it was not. "i'm sorry to bother you, but we need your help" of course, the last one of the trio appears: megumi.

megumi tried his best to get away from the trouble duo but he is sure that you still could hear some screams. itadori's screams, you think. yeah, they are definitely fighting, and apparently, nobara is winning.

you signed trying to think why the bombastic trio of the jujutsu high need your help. neither of the options in your mind is good. "megumi, can you put on the speaker?"

after some seconds, you can hear the trio perfectly. "first of all, you three need to calm down, and explain why you need my help" before any of them talk, you continue "and nobara, you can't kill yuji yet, so stop beating him." she isn't happy to obey, but you hear itadori thanking you.

"okay, now you can tell me what happened" and again you can hear itadori, nobara and megumi talking at the same trying. each of them giving their version of the history. "only one of you!!" you scream interrupting them.

they fight for a little more before itadori finally speak. "you know, nanamin is on a work travel" he starts "and he kindly asked me if i could take care of his cat."

'more like i begged him for that' yuji remembers from a couple of days ago.

last month, gojo asked if nanami could watch itadori on his next mission, and even though he didn't want to, (or at least this was what he tried to convience you about) he accept. after killing the curse, kento offered to buy a snack for yuji (he couldn't let the boy die from hunger, he explained) and that was when itadori discovered that nanami owned a cat.

he saw a picture of it on his wallet. 'her name is angeline' nanami said because yuji keep calling his pretty cat "it".

the boy tried to convince his professor to let him meet angeline in person, but nanami would never let that happen. not when he was still alive.

angeline was a well-being animal. nanami made his number one priority to treat his cat like she deserved. the best food, weekly pet shop appointments, all the toys she needed to entertain herself when he was away, cuddle when he was at home. everything for her to be happy.

meeting anyone from his work (except from you, angeline absolutely adored you), teacher or student, would mean an stressful experience for the poor cat.

on the week nanami would be out of town on a work trip, he was ready to ask if you could take care of angeline, but yuji was faster than him.

"nanamin, please! i promise that i'm going to take good care of her." he begged for the last ten minutes, and kento was closing to explode "i won't make her stressed, and i can even video call you to see her anytime you want."

nanami signed. he would regret this, he was sure. but maybe he should follow your advice. trust people more. he could do this.

"alright itadori, you can take care of her."

but now yuuji was thinking that maybe nanami shouldn't have trust him.

"we were on a mission, so i thought it was a good idea to bring kugisaki and fushiguro with me, and everything was ok, we feed the cat, and played a bit with her, but then-" itadori was growing more and more nervous with each word coming out of his mouth.

megumi and nobara weren't different. the three of them could feel the cold sweat running down their temples.

you were just like them. of course, you knew anything good could come from itadori when he called you. but still, this was going for the worst scenario possible.

"yuji, where is angeline?" you ask, hoping, hell, even praying for the best.

itadori ignores you and continues his story. "we got hungry and run to the convenience, it was really quick, we didn't stay there for more than 10 minutes, but in our way back to the apartment kugisaki saw a dress, and then-"

yuji's voice is cut off and substituted by megumi.

"we got here, and the door was open. the cat was gone. we can't find it." you can hear itadori screaming in the background 'her name is angeline!'

everything pauses for a moment. you can't hear your students fighting. you can't hear any noise. actually, you feel nothing. your mind is completely blank.

and suddenly you remember how much angeline means to kento.

you and nanami been in a relationship for the past months, and since the begginig, he made sure to let you know how much he loved the little cat.

"itadori is the one who let the door open. blame him" nobara's voice took you out of your trance.

"i'm coming, don't move a muscle." you say briefly before ending the call.

---

in your whole life, you never expected to be in such conditions. you, a teacher, someone that can kill the most deadly curses, locked with your three students, desperately trying to find a cat.

you were still at the apartment with megumi, both of you looking everywhere in hope for angeline to still be here.

at this point, you were already using humiliating techniques.

"pspspspspspsps come here, it's me" knelling near the couch, you tried to call one more time "come on, angeline, you like me, yeah? then come here" you looked under the couch again, hoping that the cat would miraculously appear.

nothing, as expected.

even megumi was on the edge now, one of his shinigamis with itadori and nobara, while the other was stucked in the apartment with you. even the divine dog looked tired.

"megumi, don't you have, like, a divine cat? maybe we could pretend angeline was one of your shinigamis the whole time" you said throwing your body on the couch. at this point, you were already thinking of ways to calm nanami down. maybe you could convince him that his cat was something that only existed in his imagination?

"i don't think this will solve the problem" megumi sit on the chair near you, sad that kento would be disappointed at him. "i think that we can blame gojo-sensei, say that he broke into the house and let the cat scape."

you laugh a little, happy and a little worried to see megumi's funny side. "that's a good idea." you hum back, looking directly at the boy sitting next to you, only to get a look of his serious face.

he was talking for real. he won't disappoint nanami.

"let's wait for your friends to return, right? maybe they got luckier than us here." you try to easy the mood a bit, gently petting the divine dog lying on the carpet.

after some minutes, you finally hear running footsteps, which you presume are itadori and nobara. you and megumi quickly stand up, glaring at the door.

when itadori enters in your vision, you are already screaming at him.

"did you find angeline?" both, you and yuuji shout at each other at the same time.

"i think we're fucked" nobara says.

the four of you sit on the couch in completely silence, now, there was only on thing you could do. call kento.

obviously, no one wanted to do that.

'itadori was the one who let the door open." megumi defended himself.

kugisaki is quick to get her ass out of the way too. "he is the one that is responsible for the cat."

now, yuji had to be smart, otherwise, he would really have to call nanami, and he didn't want to get scolded. at least not in front of everyone.

knowing that he couldn't do anything incredible, he used his best technique. puppy eyes.

'damn kiddo' you think looking at the boy. you had nothing to do with the situation, why would you be the one calling nanami? you knew you would regret picking up the phone.

you sigh, feeling defeat by a bunch of kids. "i will do it. but you own me. the three of you." you reach for your phone from the pocket of your jacket.

you swallow the knot on your throat. praying that maybe nanami wouldn't answer.

"hello?"

as always, the world isn't on your side. maybe today wasn't your day at all.

"hey, kento! how is your trip going?" you answer, choosing your best calm voice.

you can feel the trio tensing up by your side, and for a moment you think that nanami will be able to hear their quick heartbeat.

"i'm almost finish, i'll be home tomorrow. why are you calling this time?"

of course, he would suspect. you usually call him at night, when you both would be already lying in bed, ready to sleep. "well, nothing you know, just feeling like checking on you would be good, you know?

nanami is silently for a moment. "why are you repeating sentences?" you fucked up. "what is happening?"

kento knew you better than you had thought previously.

"let's get into a hypothetically situation. if angeline went for a walk outside, and didn't come back until now, how mad would you be on a scale to 1-10?" you try to easy the water you're getting into.

but nanami isn't having any of your bullshit. "what are you saying? did you lose angeline?" you can feel the rage on his voice, and for a moment you think that maybe you should follow megumi's advice and blame gojo.

"so, 10 then?" nanami almost growls, and if this was any other moment, you would actually find it really hot. but not now.

"of course it would be a 10! now tell me, where the fuck is my cat?" oh, he is already cursing. time to hang up.

the trio tremble by your side, clearly hearing how much nanami is pissed off.

"well, so good that angeline is right hear with us, safe and pretty." you say absolutely not convincing the blonde on the other side of the phone. "unfortunately i have to hang up now, but it was a pleasure to talk to you.".

"us? who is there-" you click on the red button on the screen before kento can say another word.

you look at the trio, nobara and megumi by yuji side, both of them gently patting his shoulder. you can even see a dark aura hovering itadori's head. he was depressed.

your heart aches a bit. after all, you took pity on them. of course, yuji had fucked up, no doubt, but he was doing his best, trying to impress his teacher.

"no time to be sad!! get your ass to work!" you say, getting in front of them. you give their heads a little slap, getting their attention. "let's look everywhere again, starting with the apartment."

yuji, megumi and nobara look at you, feeling motivated again. (maybe megumi wasn't, but he wouldn't ruin the mood for his friends). the three of you scream together, ready for another hunting round (megumi think that you lost your mind).

nobara is the first to run around, throwing the cushions off the cushion crazy searching for a cat. yuji follows her, checking the living room cabinet. you look absolutely proud of them (megumi is sure that all of you lost your minds).

itadori is on all fours looking under the sofa. nobara is searching inside the fridge. megumi is almost falling off the window trying to see if angeline is outside. you are standing in the middle of the living room, phone in hand, the screen showing gojo's contact, you were ready to ask for his help. maybe he could expand his cursed energy and search for angeline.

a little meow coming from the door get your attention. four pair of eyes turn to where the sound came from.

a pretty cat sitting by the door. her pink tongue slowly cleaning her little paws.

your world pause for a moment. 'thank you' you thank no one at all.

"hellooooo, why are you calling the stronger sorcerer?" gojo finally answer your call, but now you didn't need him anymore. you just end the call without saying anything.

you walk to angeline, quickly cupping her on your arms, afraid that maybe she could run away again. megumi closes the door, a heavy sigh leaving his throat.

the cat in question only innocent look at you, like she didn't almost killed four (five if you want to count nanami) people from a heart attack.

the cat in question only innocent look at you, like she didn't almost kill four (five if you want to count nanami) people from a heart attack.

"angelineeee!" yuji is... crying? you see the tears running down his face. happy tears. he tried to hug angeline, but she didn't want his fluids on her fresh cleaned fur.

"MEOW!" she protested squirming on your arms, and you giggle getting her message.

"get off from the cat with your catarrh" nobara says pointing to yuji's dirty nose.

itadori stops, and a devilish idea appears on his mind. "then give me a hug yourself, kugisaki." he hums walking to his friend.

you laugh, seeing that even megumi got caught on the little chase. finally able to breathe again, you smile to yourself. angeline was safe. kento would be so happy.

---

"i'm never trusting any of your advices again" nanami murmur to you. he was finally back to home. angeline was on his arms again. "trust people more, you say" he was still a bit irritated.

you roll your eyes, getting comfortable against his shoulder, happy to smell his cologne. "yuji did a good job. in the final moments he screwed up a bit, but in overall, he was great." you defended him as always.

angeline meows at you, almost like she was agreeing with you. even kento was caught by surprise.

"it doesn't matter, next time i'm bringing you with me." nanami says kissing the cat head, but looking right into your eyes.

tilting your head to the side, you ask "are you talking to me, or with angeline?"

"both." he is quick to answer.

---

bonus

yesterday, itadori and kugisaki were searching for angeline

"i found her!" nobara happily says, holding a cat on the air.

yuji looks on her direction, surprised, until he saw the animal she was holding.

a random cat, not even the colors mach.

"kugisaki, this cat looks nothing like angeline." he screams, mad at her.

nobara just put the stray animal on the floor. "i tried.".

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #nanami x you #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #nobara kugisaki #jjk nobara #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro

[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

hit me with your best will solace hcs please, i can take it

will solace headcanons or something

gonna be real honest i forgot half of my headcanons and i'll probably remember them the minute i post this but:

healing and hymns: i don't think the healing process in chb is specified beyond "ambrosia and nectar," but i think a combination of powerful voice (stentorian) + correct hymn + natural talent = higher chances of healing success; i don't think will has a voice that's very pleasant to listen to. i think he can carry a tune, sure, but he isn't someone you want to listen to for extended periods of time. the thing i think makes him such a good healer is his strong voice - he's able to keep singing at a steady pace with consistency. he can heal his siblings of small bruises and paper cuts through a single song, but you won't catch him leading a campfire. [i thought way too long about how hymns work in the infirmary for my fic jdsjgfdg]

texan will: i've seen a lot of headcanons revolving around texan will that have always been a little odd to me, seeing as i'm texan and half of these hcs are just blatant stereotypes lmao. i think i even once saw someone say that because he's from the south he can't be a vegetarian, which is pretty absurd (coming as someone who fasts.) honestly the only one for this i can think of is that he uses "ya'll" constantly. also occasionally indulges in fried food, because fried chicken slaps (none of that fried oreo/snickers bs. miss me with that will would NOT go near that stuff.)

assorted appearance headcanons:

he has freckles all over him! apparently he doesn't have them canonically and we all just. collectively decided that he did, and i love that.

likes pockets. anything with pockets. also, flip flops, crocs, basically any open-toed shoes. sometimes he'll just go barefoot, because why not. i also think he wears a lot of bracelets - things made by his younger siblings (some alive, some not.) they're his version of camp beads.

from here i give up on categorizing my hcs:

gets more irritated during winter/fall months

tea person

the type of person to belt out songs when he thinks nobody is watching

is actually rather chill during shadow travel, and doesn't get nauseated because he's done it with nico so often

lets the cocoa puffs hitch a ride on him whenever he's in the infirmary, and always has to explain who they are to new patients.

doesn't curse often but when he does it's a storm

friends with drew because i said so and also because i think he, jake, and drew have "i became a camp counselor too early" solidarity. i think they all became friends post tlo and have maintained a tentative relationship since! those cabins have each other's backs.

big spoon

wants to get more tattoos (maybe a tattoo sleeve?)

doesn't want to become a doctor, but rather a vet, or maybe a teacher. reasoning being that he'll have to relearn everything, but also that he'll have to deal with the loss of his patients again, this time knowing he couldn't heal them magically because he's relying on modern medicine. plus, he would have to spend a long time away from his siblings, and seeing as how he's a year rounder, i don't think that would bode well for him.

really really likes planning events - especially birthday parties

wants to travel the world, but is also afraid to leave everything behind

was once afraid of growing up, and still sort of is. doesn't think much of his birthday, because he used to celebrate it with his mother, and he didn't really get a chance to start celebrating with his siblings before being thrown into war

terrible dancer, even though his boyfriend is really good at it

loves to garden! there's a garden for the infirmary where he gathers ingredients for salves and poultices, but he also just loves the scent of flowers. he likes to care and nurture things, and plants are something he pours a lot of energy into. he and nico also go strawberry picking a lot.

fast fast fast runner

post tsats: persephone will occasionally call him using an angel trumpet flower (this is like. a very specific vision but search up one of those flowers and imagine holding it up to your ear like a telephone:)

anyway she calls him on one of these bad boys and asks how he's doing. they have long chats about flowers and sometimes him and nico are invited for picnics in the underworld.

him and nico have a travel bucket list

he has possibly the worst handwriting ever. absolutely terrible

is pretty bad at using technology, but still has to pretend like he knows how to use it when he's helping nico navigate the internet.

aand that's all i remember for now!

#also i'm well aware that trumpet flowers are poisonous #seph has particular taste lmao #will solace #will solace pjo #will solace headcanon #nico di angelo #nico di angelo pjo #solangelo #drew tanaka #tsats #pjo #toa #rrverse #reeseanswers #lets not talk about how i used vocation forgetting what it actually meant mkay?

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 5/8

Y/N in this chapter 😩

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

He couldn't wait. Neither of you could wait. However, it was Ruben who insited on flying you out to Manchester for the weekend to watch him play.

"I have nothing, what should I wear?" You asked Alicia, as she helped raid your closet.

"I would say go shopping. But..."

"I don't have any money."

"Of course you don't."

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Huh, what was that?"

"I said, I bet Mr Siddiq have some money to spare."

You rolled your eyes. "Let it go Alicia, it's been months."

"But don't you miss it?" She crawled across the fallen outfits on your bedroom floor. "Don't you miss the thrill of spending somone elses money? The thrill of getting anything you want with one phone call to some account in Dubai? Don't you miss it?"

"No."

You would suggest that she lay of the caffeine, however with Alicia you never know, it could be drugs.

"Alright,  if you've got nothing to wear I guess I can lend you some of my designer clothes."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Unlike you, I put Mr Siddiq's money to good use when we were in Portugal."

"Thank you Alicia, really."

"No worries, and I'll make sure to slip in the promiscious lingerie I got from Savage x Fenty."

You arrived in Manchester on Friday evening, barley making it home after a day's work. You had to rush to the airport not to miss your flight. Then Ruben had a car pick you up at the airport, since it would be too tight for him to pick you up himself after his training. Nevertheless, your heart was in your throat by the time the car pulled up to his apartment building. The doorman had you hand over your ID card so he could check the guest list. It was fancy, the way that Ruben lived.

"Y/N, you're here!"

The doorman let you take the elevator up to the right floor. You knocked on Ruben's door and was happily suprised to see him appear with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his lean waist.

"Suprise." You smiled, even though he was well aware that you were coming. You hugged, a long hug, with Ruben apologizing for soaking your shirt.

"It's fine, I'll just have a quick change."

"Sure. The bathroom is over there. I'll get started on dinner."

Ruben could cook, he could really cook. You spent three hours around his dinner table, chatting away about anything and everything. "So what's the plan for tomorrow?" You asked, helping him clear the dishes.

"After the game, the depending on the result, we could eat out,  have nice dinner somwhere."

"And if the game doesn't end well? What would happned then?" You were curious to know.

"Well, we're playing United, aren't we?"

"Yes, and?"

"Trust me." He smirked. "It will end well."

Next morning you woke up to an empty bed and a note on your bedside table.

"Off to the stadium. Made you breakfast. See you soon. –R ❤️"

Ruben was so sweet and apparently, a very deep sleeper. He had you in a strong hold of you all through the night, your body pressed to his, unable to move. And you loved every minute of it.

For breakfast he made you a delicious omelet with a proteinshake. The omelet was out of this world, however, the protein shake was a bit too heavy, so you put half of it away in the fridge for later. You got ready around one o'clock, dressing up in one of Alicia's cutest outfits. A black skirt with big pumps to go with, and a coat from Gucci along with a pair of leather gloves. You wore your hair in a tight bun, along with a pair of earmuffs for the cold. Ruben had a car ready to drive you to the stadium once you were done. It was breathtaking, seeing so many people line up for a football match. The experience would be a first for you but you were more than excited for it.

"Told you we would win."

Ruben was definitely not humble about his team leaving victorious against United.

"You were amazing Ruben, really."

"Thank you baby." He kissed you and you stiffened. It was the first time he had done so since your arrival, and he had done so whilst you were surrounded by all kinds of people.

"You okay?" He said, smiling at your reaction.

"I'm..." You smiled. "...fine. I'm all good actually."

"Good.  So where do you wanna eat?"

You shrugged. "I'll go wherever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

He looked to contemplate something.

"Well, my friend is having this thing at this club, a celebration because of the win."

"Right."

"I'm not sure there'll be any food, but maybe we could pick somthing up on the way?"

Meeting Ruben's friends hadn't been involved in your plans for the weekend. It wasn't like you and Ruben were together or anything. How had it come to this?

"Or we could just go somewhere else." He said, noticing your hesitation. "I know some nice restaurants nearby by if you...."

"It's fine Ruben." You assured. "I'd love to go clubbing with you and your friends. However, I think I'm a bit underdressed."

It wasn't that you were underdressed. You wore more layers than most of the girls that you ran into in th club. But, you were really not dressed for a night out.

"Oh my god, hi! You must be Y/N!"

"Um, hi."

At some point of the night, when Ruben got comfortable letting go of your hand, you ran into a girl at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Lauren. I saw when you came in with Ruben and thought I'd say hello."

"Um, hello?"

"I'm being creepy, sorry. I'm with Jack."

"Jack?" You frowned. You don't believe Ruben had introduced you to a Jack yet.

"Yeah, Jack Grealish....Ruben's teammate?"

You looked around, confused as to who the girl was reffering to."

"You've never heard of Jack Grealish?"

"Um, no. But I'm sure if you point him out I could...."

It doesn't matter. Can I have your socials?"

"My what?"

"Your social medias. Like Instagram, Tik Tok. Please don't tell me you're on Facebook?"

"I'm not. I just don't think..."

It doesn't matter,  I'll find you."

It was like watching a master at work. In under twenty seconds Lauren had picked up her phone and scrolled through hundreds of accounts. "Found it! @y/n.1995, right?"

"Right."

She worked fast. Faster than Ruben, who didn't have your @ for obvious reasons.

"Ugh, why is it so grey?" Was Lauren's reaction to your feed. "And who's that fat guy in like every picture?"

"Eh, that would be my dad."

"Oh."

Most of the content you put out on your social medias were of other people. You should've given Lauren Alicia's Instagram, there she might have found what she was looking for. Aesthetic traveling content that made real agencies look like amateurs. However, Lauren kept scrolling, looking displeased until the end.

"You and Ruben haven't posted each other yet. Are you guys like only having fun, or...?"

You had no idea what she possible meant by that, however, your answer was simple, perhaps too simple. "We've only been talking for a while, so..."

"I get it." Lauren nodded, finally putting away her phone and turning to order a drink at the bar. "Three bottles of Moët and a BIG bottle of Grey Goose."

"Three Moët, one 6L Goose, for table number three. Anything else?" The bartender rounded up Lauren's crazy bill. Hopefully she wasn't planning on consuming all of that alcohol by herself, you thought. No, prayed.

"No, that will be all, thanks."

"Sweet, that'll be 1 000 pounds."

"Fuck. I forgot my purse at the table. Y/N, you don't mind paying do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"The drinks are for our table. I'll just have Jack pay you back once he's sober enough."

"Um, what?" Was she crazy, you didn't have that kind of money.

"Unless you're not good for it. I could just get Ruben to..."

"No!" You panicked. "I mean....I'm good for it, paying for the alcohol."

"Great. I'll see you back at our the table."

You watched her skip away with the bottles and the last of your pride. The bartender made a gesture that you were holding up the line.

"I'm just gonna make a phone call." You said, shying away from the crowd. You looked up the number that Alicia made you save as "Suger Daddy #1"

"Yes, hello? Is this Mr Siddiq's accountant?"

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

[system-of-a-feather]

Alternative System Mind Mapping Method for Communication

[DISCLAIMER: This is not a professional or scientifically or anything really backed method, this is something coming solely from peer / personal experience.]

In regards to an anon ask earlier, I was thinking about it and one of the ways we've approached improving communication - particularly internal - in a way that is a lot less prone to flooding or dealing with trauma or anything too overwhelming - is by approaching it following the concept of Memory Webs

I haven't read up on them recently, but "Memory Webs" were a thing that our AP Psychology teacher in highschool made us do because the AP Psych test was term / jargon heavy. Memory in the human brain has been shown to be HEAVILY associative and the ability to remember and connect things tends to rely on following a "web" of connected topics, ideas, concepts etc from one idea to the next.

So in our AP Psych class, she gave us these GIANT books for Vocabulary Webs that we had to slowly work on, each of which required 6 other vocab words / related concepts, a summarized definition, and an image to represent it. By doing this, you added 6 cues to recall the word (increasing the chance you'd remember it), a visual cue, an episodic memory of working on it, and a definition - all in all improving how connected the word is to other concepts in your brain and making it easier to recall it.

I personally like to look at DID and our parts in a similar manner sometimes where the large issue is that a lot of the nodes in the web of associations are either disconnected or connected through a hard-to-find and/or small chain. In that sense, parts struggle to be held together because they are not associated concepts. It's hard to reach other parts because the dissociative walls (which in our unsubstantiated opinion is less a 'wall' and more so a lack of reinforced neural connections, so I would call them dissociative caverns) keep associations from forming

As a result, alternative to more traditional ways of mapping your system and parts, a method I've liked to internally visualize systems and navigating system dynamics is through a memory web manner. (I actually have never done it physically cause the Ray part of my brain - also the most prominent part writing this rn - rarely liked to front if he didn't have to and did a lot of stuff internally)

Here's a bit of a breakdown using six of our parts if any of you want to try it out.

We personally like it because it strips a lot of trauma and stress off of it and makes it a lot more of a positive and present engaging activity. For the purposes of this, I'll be using the free online app of Milanote cause we've used it before for OC associative webs and I think it'll do fine enough. (Honestly it actually might just be a good way to log alter information now that I'm looking at it if you are at a place in recovery where keeping track of that physically helpful)

So we can start by dropping down the parts we want to include in the form of boards

So from here, we have a bunch of disconnected parts. However, we find that a lot of these parts have things that mean a lot to them, that illicit a strong emotion or reaction from them.

Some parts may lack it more than others (often in our case trauma holders and/or trauma locked parts) and that's okay and to be expected. This is a visualization method and if there isn't much connecting a part that is 100% okay.

For demonstration sake, I will now add bubbles around each part of things that were pretty early apparent that each individual liked.

Also for the purposes of how I know our system works and how I plan to do this, I am actually moving Riku to the center and you will all see why Riku is such an S tier center point with this model

So you can see some connections forming.

Some key things you can take from this visual that also applied to earlier stags of how we connected

Lucille and Riku are and have always been pretty darn connected, they go back as one of the longest duos and were split almost as a pair to deal with academics

Chunn and Ray have a very shared interest of "I don't want to do anything leave me alone"

XIV literally was just a piece of shit early on and didn't have any immediate HARD connections with anyone largely because he never was interested in actually engaging in things he liked in a positive way as his "favorite emotion" at the time was "being pissed off"

Lin - an originally trauma stuck / loop - is very very poorly associated with anything that isn't overtly trauma related (and that is saying something cause Vocaloid is trauma related) and thus has very few connections to other parts

So looking at this though, there are a few things that have some similarities between parts. What you can do is make plans to try to foster the interests that you do have and try to generalize it a bit more to also encompass what interests other parts have. So lets engage in hobbies a little more - explore a few concepts that mean a lot to parts independently - and find some more generalized version of those hobbies

(forgot to add easy listening to Ray's and "only wearing monochrome*" to XIV's earlier) (*there are a lot of nuances and caveats)

Damn, look at that. It's messy and ugly to have in a 2D form. I absolutely hate it, this would be so impossible with our whole system. But HEY, it's very connected - and that's the goal.

Compared to the previous one, you can see how easily it can be for one part's interests to start to drift into another. Because they are largely and strongly associated features to each part, they are a lot more accessible when engaging in their shared / associated connections and interests which makes it easier for the them to stay together near the front, stay associated with one another, and work with and communicate with one another.

Of course anyone following this blog goes "Where tf is Birds" and that I left out because it would ruin the point of the web as it actually is one of our traditional "you are around the system a lot? okay pick a bird" which serves to 1) be a fun system culture thing 2) be a means of welcoming a part in and 3) helps establish a foundational connection; we do the same with music but with music its a lot more elaborate and I probably wont explain it for other reasons.

But overtime, by fostering interests that were already present and encouraging parts to broaden and generalize their specific interest a bit, you end up with a lot of overlapping associations that can greatly improve internal communication, co-fronting ability, and just general fluidity and easy of moving around the brain web.

It becomes a good way of trying to figure out what you can do to encourage and help build connections and associations between parts by seeing where things are similar / could have more overlap (combat and martial arts, different types of fashion, different types of music, different appreciation for arts, taking over the world, yada yada yada)

And you wanna know the coolest thing? When you step back from the whole web you can see certain things appear that stand out the most and have some of the most connections.

If you ever intend to go to Final Fusion, those are the things that will likely be the most prominent traits of your whole self

For us? [REDACTED BIRDS for the point of the demonstration], Music, Fashion, Taking over the World, Recovery and Healing, Buddhism, Martial Arts, Arts in general - they're all some of our largest traits that persist in almost all forms as individual parts, partially fused parts, and fully fused parts.

And the BEST part? Doing this didn't require us to touch trauma at all.

Of course in recovery that will come up cause PTSD doesn't ask permission, but its a very low stress way to help improve internal communication and engagement with one another.

#actuallydid #dissociative identity disorder #resources #advice #internal communication #integration #feather's unsubstantiated theraputic tools #unsubstantiated advice #alter: fei #final fusion #functional multiplicity #wishiwashi recovery #system mapping #system map #mind mapping #mindmap #recovery #healing #alter: ray #<- heavily authored by that part of this brain #system dynamics

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Your POV:

When I made my way downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I heard the voices of multiple people coming from the living room.

I walked inside and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

“Ah, look at that, she’s awake,” my father walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “This is my eldest daughter Y/n, it’s her you will be protecting and looking after,” my dad said.

“Y/n, this is the geen ninja, he will be your body guard for multiple days in the week, things are becoming more serieus than we expected.” He explained and I nodded slightly in disbelief.

Malcolm and my mom where in the room aswel. I could see by the look in my mothers eyes that she had been crying.

“What about Ace?” I asked, looking at my dad. “Can he go to school again, now that Malcolm can be around to protect him?” I said and my father nodded.

“Yes, Ace is allowed to go to school again, I am afraid that he does have to be followed around, but I have my suspicions that Ace wouldn’t mind and actually find it rather cool,” he said and I chuckled slightly.

From what I could hear, Malcolm was going over my protection procedures with Greenie and I decided to sit next to my mom and take her hands in mine, hoping it brought some reassurance, she smiled at me and I gave her a warm smile back.

“What about work? Can I work again? We have to close on the Tuesday because I can’t be there,” I said and my father was silent for a moment, contemplating his answer.

“Fine,” he said and I was about to cheer when he turned around. “But only Tuesday,” he said and my face fell. “But on Thursday I work with Lu!” I complained and he gave me a stern look.

“That is my final answer, don’t go in discussion with me,” he said warningly and I grumbled but complied.

“I think it’s a good idea if we let you two get to know each other and make agreements about how you will proceed,” my mom looked at me and greenie.

My dad agreed with her and soon enough the two of us where alone in the room.

“How ironic,” he said and I gave him a look. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” I asked and he smirked at me trough the mask. “I know I am,” he winked.

“But honestly, we do need to talk about what the plan will be, Malcolm told me that he lets you be at school?” He asked and I nodded at him.

“Yes, he just chills in the teachers room and he drives me to school and back again.” I explained and the ninja nodded. “Alright, we’ll keep that up, I’ll leave you be at school and you push that scare button if something happens,” he said and I nodded in agreement.

“What about work?” He asked and I thought for a moment. “Well, I think it’ll be fine if you just stay in the back, I mean, I am there a lot aswel, the shop is rather small so it’ll be easy to find me, and yeah, I think it’ll work,” I shrugged and he nodded along.

“Alright, then that’s that, now I do have to say, whenever you are in public, let’s say with friends or maybe alone or whatever, I will be close to you at all times, the procedure has changed for that.” He explained and I thought for a moment.

“How does that work?” I asked a bit confused. “You see, if you are with friends, let’s say at the skatepark -you’re there a lot no?- then I will be just outside the gates of the skatepark and you will remain in my eyesight at all times,” he explained.

“Alright, I can work with that- but I have a question,” I said and met his eyes. “Shoot,” he said, I leaned forwards slightly as if the answer would come faster that way.

“How did my parents manage to contact you?” I asked. “Oh, yeah apparently your father knows our sensei, and if he didn’t, we actually have a phone number you can call in case of an emergency,” he explained as if he was expecting a complexer question.

“I see… does that mean my father knows your identity?” I asked and the green ninja was silent in thought for a moment. “I actually have no idea,” he admitted, making me chuckle.

“Wait but like- am I allowed to hang out with friends today?” I asked and he shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m your bodyguard, not your babysitter,” he said and I smiled at took my phone out of my back pocket.

“Great, I’m going to see if I can grab some breakfast with a friend- or well, yeah friend is fine,” I mumbled the last bit and his eyes narrowed slightly, but I didn’t think much of it.

I opened my phone and saw his number at the top of my contact list.

You

Hey blondie!

Wanna grab breakfast?

I looked at my screen, he always texted back within a minute, but for some reason, he didn’t do that now.

Not read either, so for all I knew he wasn’t ignoring me again.

“What’s wrong?” The green ninja got up and walked over. “You seem troubled.” He stated and I looked at my screen to see that Lloyd had been online around 3 AM last.

“Oh, my friend isn’t answering, he normally answers almost instantly,”’ I said a bit disappointed. “Give the boy some time, Princess, he’ll answer,” greenie waved his hand and I chuckled slightly and put my phone down.

“If he doesn’t answer I’ll probably call James, if he’s awake, that lazy bitch sleeps until twelve or so,” I said making the green ninja huff out a small laugh.

Suddenly my brother came running into the room, making both of us look up. There were stars in his eyes as he looked at the green ninja and he pointed at him, not able to form words.

Greenie pointed right back at him making Ace squeal in excitement. “N/n- n/n it’s the green ninja!” He said making me chuckle. “Yes, I can see that,” I said and he jumped up and down in excitement.

“Hey there, bud,” greenie said and a grin spread across Ace’s face. “Can I get your autograph?” He asked and the ninja chuckled slightly. “If you get me a pen and some paper, I will give you an autograph,” he promised and Ace bolted away.

“Sorry about that,” I apologised but the green ninja was obviously smiling through the mask. “Don’t worry about it, I love it when kids freak out at the sight of us, I appareantly have an autograph now, which I suddenly had to make up one time,” he admitted and I laughed.

Ace came running back in and shoved the pen and paper into greenies hands. He signed it, put Ace’s name under it and handed the notebook back.

“Holy shit-” he said making me scoff. “Language Ace!” But he just ignored me. “I have the autograph of the green ninja!” He jumped up and down once again.

“Why are you even protecting my sister? I am way more important than her!” He rolled his eyes making me give an offended noice. “You little gremlin!” I said and he laughed and stuck out his tongue at me.

“Well, at the moment, your sister needs it a little more,” greenie said and Ace grumbled before his attitude changed and he looked back at me.

“Is he your boyfriend?” He asked and my face became red. “Ace!” I said and greenie laughed. “Oh wait! You went on a date with that blonde boy, didn’t you? Didn’t you, Y/n?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Ace, please, go to your room, the green ninja and I have some important things to discuss,” I said and with some grumbled Ace left the room, probably off to raid the kitchen.

“Awe, why sent him away, I like him,” greenie said and I gave him a glare. “I would prefer it if he didn’t spill my entire non-existing diary too you in his excitement,” I said making him chuckle lightly.

It was silent for a moment, we didn’t have much to talk about, did we?

I just looked at my phone to see if Lloyd had replied, but he hadn’t read the message yet. Maybe he was at work?

“So, blonde boy, huh?” Greenie suddenly said and I looked up. “Uh, yeah,” I said before a smirk made its way to my face, “what, you jealous?” I asked and he huffed a small laugh.

“Maybe a bit,” he winked, making my heart rate quicken slightly, oh how I hoped he didn’t hear that.

“Mhm, gotta stop with the pet names now,” I said and he gave me a daring look. “As if,” he said cockily. “Your blonde boy can suck it up,” he said making me laugh.

“Do tell me, sweetheart, what’s his name?” He asked and I was about to reply before stoping myself.

“Well, this is awkward,” I said and he raised an eyebrow. “What?” He asked and chuckled a bit. “It’s uh, it’s Lloyd Garmadon,” I said and he let out a small laugh in disbelief.

“You’re going out with my arch enemies son?” He asked and I gave him a look. “Didn’t you turn Garmadon good again? Like multiple years ago?” I asked and he shrugged.

“Well, yeah, but still!” He said and I shook my head slightly. “You are such a drama queen,” I said making him laugh.

I shot another glance at my phone, still no reply. I let out a sigh of disappointment at this.

“Hey, is it alright if I go to the bathroom?” Greenie asked and I looked up. “Yes, of course,” I said. “It’s in the hall, the door on the left,” I said and he thanked me and stood up, leaving the room.

A minute later my phone buzzed and I immediately snatched it.

Blondie

Sounds good, only I’m really busy at the moment, sorry ):

You

Awe, now I have to go by myself ):

Blondie

Hey, don’t you make me feel bad

You

So lonely :<

Blondie

You’re going to make me cry

You

As if

Blondie

Currently crying :(

You

Sounds like it ain’t my problem I gotta grab breakfast alone now

Blondie

Damn, you’re mean

Maybe I might not show up for that date if you act like this

You

Wait nooooo

I’m sorry >:

Blondie

Forgiven

I’ll talk to you later, I have to go now

You

See you<3

I sent it and immediately regretted the heart. I pulled my legs up to my chest and banged my head against my knees slightly.

Alright, that was stupid, you just had your first date, no time for hearts yet.

It suddenly felt like your knees changed and looked up to see greenie had put his hand in the way.

“What are you doing?” He asked and I let myself fall back in the chair.

“I am scolding myself for being stupid,” I said and he gave me a look. “Did you steal skittles again?” He asked and I glared at him.

“Are you ever going to let that go?” I asked and he grinned. “Never,”

“Well, blondie can’t hang out with me, so I’ll be calling James in the hopes he’s awake,” I said and then dialed his number, putting the phone on speaker like I always did out of habit.

The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up.

“Hm, who’s this?” A tired voice sounded. “James, get your lazy ass out of bed, we’re going to get breakfast,” I said and he let out a dry chuckle.

“If you’re going to talk to me like that I ain’t coming,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You just woke up because I called, didn’t you?” I asked and he mumbled something inaudible.

I looked at the green ninja, hoping he caught that with his great hearing and stuff. “He says you’re an annoying alarm clock,” he said making me let out an offended noice.

“Excuse you, Jamie, I am not annoying, I am just your very lonely best friend that needs attention.” I said and when he spoke again he sounded a lot more awake.

“Who’s with you?” He asked confused. “What? Why?” I asked, also a bit confused now.

“I don’t recognise his voice,” he sounded protective making me laugh. “No worries, it’s my new bodyguard,” I said.

“What, is Malcolm not enough anymore?” He asked and I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see. “Appareantly not,” I answered.

“Go get breakfast with your bodyguard, N/n, I’m to tired for this crap,” I heard him fall back on his bed and I sighed. “Well I don’t think it’s your normal everyday occurrence to just go and grab some breakfast with the green ninja,” I said and I heard him bold right up again.

“Excuse me?” He then asked for a video call making me laugh and accept. I saw his bed head, his hair was everywhere and there was actual drool visible on his chin.

“You look horrible,” I said and he mocked me in a childish voice. “Show me, I don’t believe you when you say the green ninja is your bodyguard,” he said and I chuckled, looking up at greenie who came to stand next to me and bend down to look at the screen.

“Hello there,” he said and James let out a screech. Greenie seemed surprised, I didn’t, this was actually quite normal.

“Holy shit! Why? Did your life get threatened this time?” James asked and I shrugged. “I don’t know, my dad just decided to invite this fucker into our home, not aware he once got mad at me because of a bag of skittles!” I bit at him and he gave me a look.

“You stole them!” He said and I rolled my eyes. “It was one bag!” I said and scoffed. “You are going to be a pain in the arse to look after aren’t you?” He asked and I grinned.

“I am happy you caught up.”

After calming down James, we hung up and I decided to just grab some food at home and take a walk in the park, meeting my friends later in the afternoon.

“Wait, but what if something happens and you need to leave?” I asked and he shrugged. “Probably won’t happen, except if something really big happened but I don’t expect that,” he said and I thought for a bit.

“But like- don’t you also have smaller missions?” Is asked and he nodded. “Yes, and I am currently on said mission and that is to protect you, I can’t get called on for another mission when I am already on one,” he said and I did the math in my head for a moment before understanding.

“Ohh, yes, alright I get it,” I grinned and he looked down at me with smiling eyes. It’s only then that I noticed how tall this guy actually was, making me actually stop in my tracks.

“Why are you so tall?” I asked and he chuckled. “You only just noticed I am taller then you?” He asked and I shook my head. “I noticed it that one time when you- you kind of pushed me against a wall, but I never thought about it any further.” I said and I saw his face become red.

“When did I push you against a wall?” He asked and I was at a loss for words for a moment when I realised how that sounded. “When like- when I stole the skittles, got caught me and you pushed me against a wall!” I said and poked a finger into his chest.

“You pushed me into a wall because of a bag if skittles!” I said in a confrontational voice making him chuckle slightly. “Sorry about that, Princess,” he said making me pull back my hand.

“What didn’t tell you about the nicknames?” I folded my arms and he tilted his head to the side. “That you have a boyfriend now and that I can’t call you that anymore?” He asked and I scoffed.

“Lloyd is not my boyfriend!” I said and he grinned at me. “Better not, you know, I am a way better choice than Lloyd Garmadon-” he started and I cut him off.

“Oh, shut it Greenie!” I said and he grinned down at me. “What, am I not?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“First off, don’t make me compare you and Lloyd, second off, big difference is that I’ve actually seen his face,” I said and he huffed.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He actually seemed quite offended. “Also, I bet I am way more handsome than him,” he said and I huffed an amused laugh.

“Yeah, sure,” I said and he bend down slightly, our faces a bit closer now. “Did you just insinuate you think Lloyd is handsome?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“He is! So what? Lloyd is actually, perfect boyfriend material,” I pointed out and greenie gave me an amused look.

“Oh? Tell me, why is he ‘perfect boyfriend material’ because I bet I can live up to it,” he said cockily and I scoffed.

“First off, he is actually really kind and funny, when he laughs he has a dimple on his right cheek, if he does something wrong -which only happened once- he apologises with chocolate and is actually genuinely sorry, he texts back immediately, except for today and that one time, he has beautiful eyes- and hair, of course, like it is so soft, also, he is just genuinely kind, like not fake kind you know?” I looked at the green ninja who was actually speechless for a moment as he looked at me.

“I also have green eyes,” he said and I groaned as he laughed at me. “I’m kidding, sweetheart, just know that if he does something wrong, you may always call me,” he said and I grinned a bit.

That night, as I laid in bed, I decided to on texting Lloyd.

Greenie was stationed outside my bedroom door, he had his nights of on Mondays, Wednesday and Thursdays, then Malcolm would take over. I had stated how that is unfair because he needed to sleep to, but he had promised that these where normally his patrol nights, so it was normal for him.

Altough I still didn’t agree, there was nothing I could do about it.

You

Blondieee

Are you up?

Blondie

I am

Why are you up??

You

Can’t sleep, kind of a crazy day

Blondie

What happened?

Got kidnapped??

I chuckled slightly at his joking around and texted back.

You

Not yet

Sadly

But I did get a new bodyguard.

Blondie

Ohh

Is he hotter than me?

You

I don’t know actually

But probably not ;)

Blondie

Are you flirting with me, L/n?

How do you not know??

You

Hey! You flirt with me all the time, let me aswel

But he’s actually a ninja, I can’t know his identity apparently

Blondie

Damn, as I said before, rich rich

Which one do you have?

Would be ironic if it was the green one

You

Well it was mostly because my dad knows their- whatever it is, boss??

And I do in fact have the green ninja…

Why is that ironic?

Blondie

Are you actually asking that question?

You

Ohhh, right, the evil dad thing

Blondie

Don’t call it the evil dad thing

You

What else do you want me to call it??

Blondie

Idk

You choose

You

Evil dad thing it is

Blondie

You’re insufferable

You

I know <:

Wanna hang out?

Blondie

Are you taking your bodyguard ninja with you? Maybe not a good idea??

Are you even allowed to leave the house at this time?

You

No

Obviously not to all the questions

Sneaking out is an art and I can do it perfectly

Blondie

What? No, don’t you sneak out

It’s dangerous!

Y/n??

You

Too late, I’m already opening my window.

I’ll see you in the park?

Blondie

No, you won’t see me in the park, I won’t be there and neither will you

N/n?

Ffs

I ran across the lawn with a grin and suddenly felt two arms wrap around my waist. I was about to attack my attacker but was met with a familiar voice.

“What do you think you are doing?” He put me down and I looked around. “Testing your reaction time?” I tried, he did not look amused… he looked angry even.

“Are you crazy? You can’t try to sneak out! If I didn’t realise you had snuck away, what could’ve happened? What if it had not been me that caught you?” He narrowed his eyes and I blinked at him.

“Well, you had a very useful catching method, I would probably have broken their neck, but had they done it differently, then yeah, probably death.” I shrugged and he sucked in a sharp breathe of annoyance.

“We are going back right now, what were you even planning to do?” He asked, holding my upper arm and excorting me back to the mansion.

When I was back in my room, I sat grumbling on my bed and opened my phone.

You

Plan failed

I can’t seem to meet you in the park

Blondie

Thank God

You idiot, what were you even thinking? Something could’ve happened!

You

Now you sound like greenie

Blondie

He caught you?

You

Sure did, that is one strong fucker

Blondie

Do not say it like that, that sounds weird

You

Lloyd you dirty minded ass😭

Blondie

Oh come one, had I sent it like that you would’ve thought the same!

You

Yeah probably.

Anyway, I will sleep now, I am pretty tired after that run

Blondie

Good thing you where caught then

Sleep well<3

I squealed at the heart and immediately sent a message back.

You

Night Lloyd<3

Lloyd POV

I sent the last text and heard her squeal on the other side of the door, making me smile lightly.

If she hadn’t directly told me she was running, I’d just have heard the window open, but I think it was good I had the heads up because she is one fast runner.

I will not let anything happen to her, even though she might actually let something happen to her, I am here to prevent that and protect her.

Her talking like that in the park only made me fall for her harder then I already had and I wondered how long it would take until she managed to find out about me and Lloyd being the same person.

#ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago x reader #ninjago city #Ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #lego ninjago

[princessprettyprivilege]

How do you look & act like a model?

My Off Duty Model Persona

TW: weight & eating habits. Indicated with 👠

Hi, thanks for your patience! The best part is having experience and genetics to back it up. Although it has jack sh!t to do with my major, I can add this to my resume if I’m in the modeling world because I’ve done this FOR REAL. I am infusing my firsthand experience into this post.

Face shape: Oval

Kibbe type: Pure Dramatic

Body type: Pear shape

I’m 5”7.8, so let’s say 5”8 & slender, I can say I’m a fashion model looking for work since I walked in a fashion show. I enjoy being tall, and wearing heels gives further authenticity to my persona.

I would bookmark this for future reference, since it will be a long read. This isn’t glitz and glam, for the faint of heart, and meant for insecure girls. I want longevity, not a lust for former glory And it takes being as authentic as possible to achieve it. I left pictures out on purpose so you’re visualizing yourself through this, not anyone else.

A Foreword

What I noticed most preparing for my show were our food & drink accommodations. We were sponsored by Starbucks, and the only sweeteners/creamers provided were (unsweetened, creamy & extra creamy) oat milk, vanilla (sweetened & unsweetened) almond milk and sugar free syrups.

They didn’t provide the full bar so we wouldn’t be distracted by sugar, then not being able to fit into our clothing from bloating, plus it was runway day and no alterations were being made.

So, sugarless coffee and water. Our food, veggie sandwiches and finger veggies. Therefore, as an off duty model, I will only drink non-dairy milk so I stay prepared for surprise fittings and keep my proportions in check.

Vibrations.

To believe in yourself with high confidence, look from the perspective of others. Would you believe yourself if you showed someone who you were?

That’s why if I called myself a model, I wouldn’t have stiff hair, ill fitting clothes, be half awake pouring half a shaker of sugar, and lazy or no makeup, or else you’d think, “another delusional IG ‘model’ with 50 followers calling herself a model” and I’m a bad liar.

I show I’m a model by my sharp posture, well groomed hair, pretty nails, clothing & makeup emphasizing my star features with a small drink or healthy snack in hand.

Vibrate on the level you want to be perceived as since there’s no switch to be flipped if you want to stay consistent, and live the life you desire because there’s no reward for half assing.

Research.

Hands-on experience is the best teacher, but if you’ve never modeled before, you still have a chance. Pull all of the stops and not really need them than not commit at all because my future life requires the same accommodations. In my experience, you’re measured or have to bring your measurements in to be eligible for auditions.

Your audition is your walk and presence. I didn’t have to audition though, even though everyone else had to because a model was needed ASAP and I’m tall.

Apparently, a lot of girls who auditioned were turned away. Modeling is not only the makeup table and clothing, so be prepared to sit through long videos and training to refine your walk and posture. Pageant videos will help you tremendously!!

The pretty reality:

Cute makeup & hair

Attention

Clothes fit or drape body perfectly on stage

Healthy options before showtime with pizza and soda/beer afterwards!!! Yay! Pigging out

Besties with colleagues

Everyone’s a walking goddess, a room with the most beautiful people

“I want to be seen with a model.”

Divas have people at their disposal: stagehands and assistants want positive letters of recommendations so they’ll kiss ass (I had an assistant!!!)

Strict exercise regimen to maintain proportions

👠 Body picked apart “lose weight here, here and there then you’re good!”

Parties

The tough reality:

Having your hair and makeup manipulated for hours until your eyes and scalp are sore

Attention gathering

👠Critique for being out of proportions

👠Cutting out your favorite food or drinks months before a show for low sugar and no carb diets

The divas have people who are using or abusing by the diva

👠Strict exercise regimen to avoid being fired for not fitting garments

Shallower than the Mariana Trench (NO freaking surprise there)

👠 Cigarettes & black coffee for a meal

What’s another reason why I’m including both realities? To get back into the mindset and acknowledge both correct opposing views.

Questions to ask:

What’s my brand?

What/who are your inspirations?

How “in” am I? How “in” do I want to be?

What lengths am I willing to go for success?

How long am I willing to maintain a model persona?

Am I actually interested in modeling?

My Beginning.

👠

“When I first entered the room for measurements, the head lady stared me up and down every time I zoned out, nodding in admiration saying my designer got lucky for finding such a perfect model to another designer, in whispers. The next time I came in, she told my designer I had the ideal body, I’m slender with soft curves and a perfect canvas, so do my body great service.”

Identify Your Brand

Each model has their own unique style.

Unless you’re a fast fashion model, save fast fashion for the future when you don’t need to buy dupes of the designer item.

Your Beauty

Models can have unique faces and stories, but above all, they’re beautiful. If they’re an ugly or weird faced model, they need a beautiful physique.

Diet.

To commit to my persona instead of cosplaying, my diet has to be realistic.

If I want Cheetos, mini bags.

Coffee, smalls only because tea is healthier.

Tea, any size tea.

Bring a portable toothbrush to prevent staining!

Grilled or baked chicken with a side of beans

Bento box vegan meals

If your insurance allows or you have money put back, make appointments for a nutritionist and physician for blood tests for vitamin deficiencies, family history, and to have a written record of your health.

“Luckily for me, I’ve eaten vegan + plant based before so it wouldn’t be a shock for me to go back. I’ve learned multivitamins are important to replace nutrients from meat.”

Discipline.

Models aren’t only their exteriors. Models are chosen as marriageable partners and milestones of success due to their disciplines, beauty, intelligence, and high quality genetics for continuing legacies/progenies.

Waking up before sunrise for exercise, cold showers for exercise recovery, and home cooked meals to stay healthy isn’t supposed to be easy. You get used to it after a while!

My desire for financial freedom and full autonomy motivates me to keep up! As part of my persona, I do cardio 3-4x a week, adding up to 40k+ steps a week.

Exercise.

Exercise is to regulate body weight, lower body fat, and promote tone.

I cannot speak on plus size modeling because I am not plus sized.

Reps & sets for tone and definition to stay trim

For minimal bulk

lower body fat

Maintain a goddess physique. I am doing:

12-14k steps a day

Green smoothie, fruity smoothie for treat

Light barbell lifts

Eating when hungry

What cosmetic or medspa “work” does my persona have??

Lip filler: hot pepper extract applied with a Q tip, lasts for 4 days before swelling goes down, mainly bottom middle lip & top for a newly plump look instead of allergic reaction

Lash extensions or lash lift

Body sculpting: using my $8 RF tool on my body contours

Lip blusher

Books for my body are Sculpt Her Perfect and the Body Sculpting Bible For Women.

Disposition.

Save the haughtiness for when you’re more experienced. Models are working in the designer’s vision, not the other way around. If you’re complaining to the directors and coordinators as a model, they don’t give a shit because you’re on the program’s time. For the duration of the project, you’re at the designer’s whim and if you don’t like that, leave. There’s 10 other girls who would take your spot without complaints and suck up.

It’s uncommon to be a designer’s muse since you’re modeling clothes and your allure 2nd, but I act like a muse since I’m not going to psychoanalyze my persona. This is marketing myself to my targets.

I act haughty because I’m a model to the outside world and models are put on pedestals [by their prestige]. Models, stay classy and polite, not nice. Certain designers will mow over you if you lack a backbone. You can be exclusive to be around, but don’t be a bully to those you don’t believe are worthy.

Demeanor.

As part of my persona, my demeanor is exclusive and Russian cold since I protect myself from users. I read thought pieces on Russian women’s femininity as “bitches” in the world dating markets due to their ruthlessness to leave a country not benefiting them.

I learned from experience that being overly friendly screws me out of opportunities. I need a spine to deal with constant nagging, being nipped, stuck and tucked all night, coattail riders, and being exposed to drug & alcohol use.

Looking & Sounding Like A Model

I’m having a lot of fun. Your persona should be fun for you. If you feel pressured by the discipline required, that’s common. If you feel overly fake, find another persona.

Your Face

Read these for more information:

Kevyn Aucoin: Making Faces

Bobbi Brown Everyday Makeup Manual

How to Look Expensive w/o Breaking the Bank

Real makeup artist advice over any YouTubers unless they’re a celeb mua.

Style.

Your current style [unless you dislike it] more high end.

Lingo.

Words are shortened for efficiency + prestige, and don’t apply to every event or dialect.

Makeup & hair = glam.

Anything related to nails, including toes = Mani.

Play it safe with short, manageable nails unless you’re a nail model or unemployed because long nails distract from your clothes, unless the designer wants it.

Anything related to eating = lunch[eon], plate. Formal: banquet, buffet or dining. Informal: refreshments. On our itinerary, lunchtime was called luncheon and dining.

Schedule, planner, calendar, dates = books. “Mmmm, my books are open for Friday, but Saturday I have glam to submit [for an event that needs models to do their own glam].”

Girl, have a planner in your bag, pocket, car, bathroom, everywhere! Nothing is more unprofessional than a model who doesn’t know what she has planned or booked. No one has time to wait on you for work, so why carry that into your regular life?!

Someone setting up appointments and dates = manage(r), planner. *warning: for those with more money, prestige, time to play around and/or experience to back it up*

It depends how far you want to go and if you have a willing friend or person who can pass as a manager. Or, use manage/plan instead.

“Let me check with my management first, I’ll tell you then.”

Your schedule. Models have a busy schedule to juggle, with alarms and their phones ringing. Sometimes, it’s a slow month and you have time open. If you want to open your books up, say an event was canceled or you’re off for a duration of time. My persona doesn’t allow for slow times or being a has been.

Always be on the move looking for the next best.

It’s not much of a flex to say you’re [with] a model at home all the time, even if you’re at home, working or shopping. At the same time, if you’re a college student, that’s justifiable.

A model who doesn’t have to work sounds better than a model who can’t find work.

Play on Stereotypes!! ⭐️⭐️

To the average person, modeling is a nepotism industry only accessible to the wealthy and the beautiful.

You’re always given PR, receive fan mail, go to parties, have your own trainer, chef, MUA, and helper at your beck and call. They can be contracted out by your agency (you!!)

PROOF

You NEED a binder, USB & folder for this, maybe more down the road.

Social media showing you as a model, at parties that aren’t trashy or events not easily accessible to the general public.

Make a portfolio full of headshots against a clear, white wall.

Color analyses

Body type, height and weight dated

Who or what cause you model for

Examples of your personal style

Not all models are popular on social media, but you don’t need a high follower count at the start. You can’t be a nobody though!!

You’ll get questions like,

how:

they can build a portfolio

Your walk

Photogenic you are

If:

you can network

potentially work parties

you can share secrets about the fashion industry

You can be copied

What:

Got you discovered

Are your meals like

Exercise routine

Ideal proportions

Skincare routine

Body care routine

Vitamins

When:

Last time you had free time

Gotten sleep

Why:

“Why you instead of me? my face is prettier.”

Conflicting evidence you really aren’t a model:

Lack of social media

Lack of social circle

followers in person & social media

Low esteem

Not being seen at parties

For most of these, the worst thing you can say is none of your business.

Some neutral responses would be:

I’m under a noncompete contract, I apologize.

Signed an NDA

I’m unable to speak about this aspect.

I require $x,xxx deposit for parties

Positive responses:

What type of party are you/is being host(ing/ed)?

Use ChatGPT for improv.

The point of this persona is to network with beauty & influence. I won’t blame anyone for being caught up in the allure of models, since the point is to catch people with allure!!

How did you begin modeling? What interested you?

Keep your answers brief or else you’ll be asked for more info. If you give detail, keep track to avoid giving conflicting evidence.

I was scouted [on campus, on the street, a recruiter slid into my DMs]. I’ve always had discipline and body though. I told you concisely that

I was scouted on campus. The more out there you make your discovery, the seemingly more allure you have because you didn’t have to seek out the recruiter. You can still say your were chosen at a scouting event.

Who helped you learn? Did you go to a boot camp or something?

Boot camp and modeling coaches.

How you learned: pose guides for photographers, modeling agency guides, model agencies’ YouTube channels.

Can you set me up to model with your agency??

It’s invitation only and you have to be scouted.

You’re the modeling agency until you’re accepted under a agency’s wing or get scouted.

Can you teach me to model?

At a price!/I don’t have time at the moment.

If you’re going to charge, don’t suck. I wouldn’t be fraudulent with this persona.

Maximize the pretty!! 💖💖💖💖

I will expand on this.

#Masterpost💖 #princesskhalyiah #pretty privilege notes personal #my asks 🌹 #princess khalyiah asks #My model persona

[multifanlol]

If your still taking request can you pls do yandere Scott tenorman x reader that is like mikan tsumiki (being a nurse,clumsy,apologizing a lot,ect)

Yes I’m still taking requests don’t be shy to ask :) also sure! It might be a little out of character since we don’t see Scott a lot in the viewers pov but I’ll try-

Tw: If you’ve seen the game you know Mikan herself can be a trigger to some people with similar trauma but incase you didn’t mentions of sexual trauma, falling into inappropriate positions, bullying, etc all that stuff also stalking, overall yandere stuff

Yandere Scott Tenorman x reader who acts like Mikan Tsumuki

Before the chilli incident

When we first met you was completely by accident as he was just talking with his friends about whatever and you bumped into him into one of “those” positions

Wouldn’t lie he would make fun of you a little since his friends are there but then he’d help you up realising how uncomfortable that position must be

Then he realises how pretty you are and he was lovesick right away

Like he doesn’t know what to say then and then and you pretty much start apologising over and over thinking you did something-

He quickly stops you kinda flustered with his friends watching telling you it’s fine and to stop apologising till you run off

Yep he’s obsessed like he keeps on talking about how pretty you are around his friends that it begins to annoy them so they just tell him to take you out

Like my boy wants to but doesn’t know how to approach he doesn’t even know where to find you!

Till his friends tell him your a nurse….

You weren’t exactly a full time one since you were still in school but the way you’d heal wounds and etc were so good in the teachers eyes they offered you a job to work there! You were so good you became the official full time one-

And oh boy does he become your most visited customer

Apparently Scott always seems to have “cramps”, a “twisted” elbo, the flu….

Soon you notice he becomes your only customer, not that you mind it’s nice having a friend but…..

Anyways! When he finds out about your past of being bullied he feels some sort of rising anger in him he’s never felt before…..

Like yeah he’s been really mad before but not THIS mad it feels kinda psychotic really…..

Really

Maybe he’d get you to give them the names……and addresses…..

Sooner or later you notice nobody’s bullying you anymore! That’s great but you also notice people seem to i don’t know…..fear you? Did you do something? You’d ask and they’d practically scram acting like your gonna kill them-

You thought you did something but not to worry, your greatest and only friend Scott Tenorman is here!

He’d comfort you and make all those sad tears go away!

“Don’t be so sad s/o who needs all the friends in the world anyway? You have me and that’s all that matters”

I feel like he’d maybe let you hang around his friends only if he’s there of course and it’d be rare he doesn’t want them to ruin you….your his after all….

Would probably be more gentle and calm with you as to not freak you out but not gonna lie in his opinion seeing you scared some times can be cute…..

Definitely wouldn’t tell you about the whole pubes thing as he wouldn’t wanna let you in on it as it’d be kinda embarrassing in his eyes although he does let you go to the chilli festival to “impress you” or something like that….

Cartman would def find out about you when stalking Scott he’s stalking you so he would just take a few photos of Scott and give them to you i mean who would you believe Scott over an “innocent” little boy?

Your not really sure what to believe honestly with the way you grew up you’d find it maybe…..cute? Scott is your only friend! You don’t wanna lose him

During the chilli festival you watch Scott lose everything embarrassed in front of his friends, his parents dead, his favourite band brutally roasting him, yk he’s kinda going mad

After the chilli incident

Ever since the festival Scott was missing not even you heard of him, you were worried and it’s not like your life got any better, people went back on to bullying you, etc yk it sucked

But you always felt like someone was watching you…..particularly all the ginger kids, like they were meant to keep an eye on you….

You didn’t really want to think much of it but one day while you were sleeping, you woke up in a…..different place

And you felt a presence of someone in the room and noticed a shadow…..coming out was Scott Tenorman! With ginger kids behind him…?

Not to worry! Everything’s gonna be okay, he just had to kidnap you and keep you here to make sure your safe! He’s gonna get revenge on that Eric kid for ruining his life….

He’d become much more possessive and brutal although not exactly brutal to you as in his eyes you can do no wrong although brutal with others especially with his kills

Good luck because i don’t think you’ll ever be seeing the light of sun again, maybe just maybe he’d let you and him go at night but only at night as it’s too risky

I mean can you totally blame him? (Yes you can) he just lost his parents thanks to a little kid (and that kid is Eric Cartman) anything can happen….

Definitely becomes much more clingy and affectionate with you now as before he’d still be embarrassed in front of his friends now he doesn’t care he can give you all the attention you’d desire! If you ever cried he’d feel horrible

“Aw d-don’t cry! Look i know you want to leave but it’s not like you had it good out there anyway! They all hated you, I’m protecting you!”

Whenever he’s thinking of some plan to get back at Cartman and you sadly can’t be there which is rare he get some of the ginger kids he got to watch over you which would be kinda rare although he trusts you won’t leave i mean, not only are you insanely clumsy but do you really wanna go back to your life out there?

Overall he would be a bit of a messy yandere tough with a soft side i guess?

I hope you liked it-if you wanna request anything else it’s open! Bye love y’all! :)

#character x reader #south park #South Park x reader #Scott Tenorman #Scott Tenorman chilli #Scott Tenorman x reader #Yandere Scott Tenorman #Yandere South Park #South park teens

[lullaebies]

It's me again, I wanted to ask if you got some Aegon III/Jaehaera hc's to share?

you are always welcome in my inbox, no worries 😂😂 and of course!

⌈ Aegon III/Jaehaera Headcanons ⌋

*some of these are not canon compliant ※ Aegon III and Jaehaera only truly met once before the Dance began, which was during Vaemond's trial time. Despite the fact that the two factions were fraught, they did play together while Viserys was around to see. Aegon III, being the oldest, was the one watching over them seeing everyone was okay, and kept his and Jaehaera's brothers from driving her insane. It was brief, but this interaction did cement him as reliable to Jaehaera. ※ When they are married off to one another, they are still holding lots of fear from the war and are simply resigned to this duty to the treaty and the peace. They both are trying to cope with the pain still and therefore the first years are distant. They do not blame each other for the death of their relatives, but the court politics and people make it a struggle to brave the trauma and speak to each other truthfully. ※ Jaehaera first turns to Aegon III when Alicent dies. Aegon III sees the grief as the last kin of her side leaves the world. He doesn't have to be empathetic but chooses to. He holds Jaehaera's hand throughout the funeral and keeps himself by her side. ※ Just like Aegon, Jaehaera grows fond of Gaemon Palehair in a brotherly way. While Gaemon reminds Aegon III of Viserys II, Gaemon reminds Jaehaera of Maelor. He's the King and Queen's favorite, all know, and he brings about more social, paternal, and maternal sides in both of them. They bond over it. ※ Jaehaera becomes quite the hard worker to not be a burden to Aegon III and the Realm. She works twice as hard on her studies so her issues/learning disabilities will not be apparent and she could be a better consort. The septas can be harsh on her - Aegon himself, however, whenever he's inclined, is a much better and more empathetic teacher. Jaehaera is always grateful when he helps, even if it's just reading from her books. Aegon III has a lovely, level-headed speaking tone she finds calming. ※ Jaehaera is the one that Aegon confides with about most regarding his fear of dragons. His side of the family has good experiences with dragons for the most part, and while certainly caring, they do keep insisting on their advantages and how Aegon should try to overcome fears for a new generation of dragons. When the need to make dragons hatch is pushed, Aegon vents his frustrations to Jaehaera. She's an empathetic ear for him and a confidant to let it out as he finds the courage to push on. ※ They only start to get truly more physical as they grow up. It takes years but as Jaehaera enters her later teens it starts. They go through a whole denial phase about it at first because it's weird as hell - they married when they were so small and now they aren't. Kissing isn't horrible when it's with someone you grew to truly trust, though. ※ Their first time [when they're older and grow to trust each other] definitely involves some ripping off of each other a green dress and black garb for symbolism, lmao.

I have more but I think this is enough for now, lmao.

#now im going to sleep sorry if there are typos dlkk #you can tell i love my colors lmao #aegon iii x jaehaera #aegon iii targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #hotd #answered #my headcanons

[arc-misadventures]

In the Rebirth au I really hope Pyrrha never beats Jaune, both for comedic chances it opens up and it would give her a rival. Maybe she gets closer and closer over time but never manages to at the end. While turning out Jaune gives her the best advice everytime after their duels.

Just an idea that I’m hoping for. Really like the au and looking forward to future posts of that au.

Have a pleasant day. :)

The Teacher, and the Sudo-Student

Jaune was sitting at his desk, watching a clip of a championship fight. Analyzing, and studying the movements of the girl who just won her first championship fight. And, he judge her lacking.

He made a series of notes as he continued to watch the fighting, but stopped when his scroll went off, and he got a call from his, ‘student.’

Jaune: Hello, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: Hey, Jaune! Did you watch my fight?

Jaune: Just finished it.

Pyrrha: And~?

Jaune: You’re foot work has gotten better; you’re more assured on where, and how to put your foot down. You need to keep working on that to the point where you don’t even notice that you’re doing it. But, still… best watch your footing.

Pyrrha: Yeah, it did feel like I overstretched myself a bit at times. Anything else?

Jaune: Yeah. You’re slow on the draw; Sure it’s a rifle, but you take too long to line up your shot.

Pyrrha: Am I? Hm… I hadn’t noticed. Any ideas how I could fix that?

Jaune: Go to a shooting range? I’m not really sure, I’m not a range fighter.

Pyrrha: You don’t have any range attacks?

Jaune: Mom’s going to teach me… I think she called it, Aura Slash? Some sort of ranged aura attack.

Pyrrha: Ohhh! That sounds cool~! Could you teach me it?

Jaune: Nope, apparently it’s a secret, Arc family technique.

Pyrrha: Well, I can think of a few ways I could jump that fence.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Back on topic: Your semblance… Use your bloody semblance!

Pyrrha: Hehehe…

Jaune: No laughing! Start training!

Pyrrha: Okay, okay! I’ll start using my semblance more often…

Jaune: Will you?

Pyrrha: Of course I will~!

Jaune: Pyrrha, I know when you’re using your, ‘smile, and wave,’ smile. Don’t use that on me missy!

Pyrrha: Shoot!

Jaune: Other than that, you’re pretty much fine.

Pyrrha: ‘Pretty much?’

Jaune: I only know about your tournament career; For all I know you’ve developed a chocolate addiction, or a sudden aversion to bacon.

Pyrrha: Well, I don’t know about the bacon bit, but I do have a but of a chocolate addiction.

Jaune: Noted.

Pyrrha: But, hey… Why don’t we get together sometime, and get to know one another better…?

Jaune: I’d like that…

Pyrrha: Really?!

Jaune: But, I’m going to, Vale for a while to do some… training, with my uncle.

Pyrrha: Oh, really? What do you think he’s going to teach you?

Jaune: Well, he’s sorta the… Black sheep of the family… So… yeah…

Pyrrha: Really? Why are you going to see him then if he has… A reputation?

Jaune: Best get training from multiple people; You learn more that way.

Pyrrha: Hmm… Fair point.

Jaune: Also I need to get away from my family. My sister’s are… getting weird.

Pyrrha: Weird how?

Jaune: I’m not gonna…

Jeanne: Jaune! Mom, needs to talk to you again about training under, Uncle Roman.

Jaune: Haa… Here we go again… Jeanne, could you keep, Pyrrha company till I’m back?

Jeanne: You’re on call with, Pyrrha? Hey, Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: Hey, Jeanne! How are you?

Jeanne: I’m good, you?

Pyrrha: I’m good, Jaune just gave me some pointers about my last fight, some pretty useful tops too.

Jeanne: Like using your semblance?

Pyrrha: Naaa… Now you’re telling me this too… Why, Jeanne why!

Jeanne: Hey, if Jaune said for you to do it, then you better do it. May save your life one day.

Pyrrha: Is this some sort of combined twin attack?

Jeanne: Yes, get used to it.

Pyrrha: Oh no… Hey, Jeanne, Jaune said you, well, the girls of the, Arc family were getting weird; Define weird?

Jeanne: Oh, he’s just upset that half of his sisters, including me want to sleep with him.

Pyrrha: Like sleep in the same bed together?

Jeanne: Nonono… We want to sleep with him~!

Pyrrha: Eh…?! Y-You mean… as in s-s-sex…?

Jeanne: Yeah… Sex~!

Pyrrha: B-But, you’re siblings!

Jeanne: Hey, it’s perfectly legal for siblings to bang. Grimm fatality rates, and all that.

Pyrrha: R-Really…?

Jeanne: Yep! Jaune sorta lost it when we said that to him. So, it’s going to be hard, but we’ll get him~!

Pyrrha: O-Okay… That’s… Good for you…?

Jeanne: Yeah… So… would you like to join us?

Pyrrha: Join you; What are you talking about?

Jeanne: Oh, come on now, Pyrrha. Don’t lie to me. I know what you want, or should I say… Who you want~!

Pyrrha: …

Pyrrha: H-How do I join…?

Jeanne: Hehehe~! Welcome to the club sister~!

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #jeanne arc #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos #roman torchwick

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 5

Synopsis: After a good long talk with an old friend, the Doctor catches Reader out on her lie. And figures some things out.

A/n: I feel so indebted to you all. The praise and likes and reblogs feels good, my guys. Also, this weekend, I'll have maybe not as much output but you know...gotta work on big issues instead of work and vibin. But ahhhh. Hope you like it.

(Y/N) called out of class. Maybe she really was sick. Humans leaked a lot. Especially when sick.

Rose once had a common flu and she cried until her temperature came back down to normal. It was hard to hold her, his body being so cool in comparison to hers, he felt like, in that time and body and place, it would relieve her nearly 39 degree fever. The tender grasp he held her body in made her cry and sweat even harder. Mickey apparently never held her like this when she was sick. It overwhelmed her shocked system even more…

Suddenly the thought of him, in this body, holding (y/n) to cool her down invaded his mind.

Ideas of different ways and reasons to hold her left his mind awry. He imagined how it would feel, her skin against his. Her lips against his. The feeling of him looking in those nervous, doe-scared eyes as he thrust de- he stopped himself before he could finish the fantasy.

Her empty seat later that day haunted him.

Another mystery woman from the universe. Hell-bent on driving him to madness.

It was always the women, the one’s that seemed so mundane, yet glimmered in a way that their essence caught his eye. Drove him wild. Even when he wasn’t initially attracted to them. Sooner or later he’d become so.

A fatal flaw.

The class ended.

He visited Missy in her Vault.

If anyone could understand madness, it’d be her. Despite the cost it’d bring him.

“Ignore the blindingly obvious irony. But you need to help me.” He half-pleaded, half-ordered.

“Oh? Wee Ickle Me? The great Doctor needs my help?” Missy cackled an awful grin. “Whatever bothers you, my sweet?” She purred. “What can I do that you don’t, besides serve.” She straightened herself up and gave a snap of her fingers above her head and put herself in almost a ballet dancer’s poise.

“A girl I teach in my class. Why do I keep thinking of her. I have all these primal, base instincts when I see her. Frankly way beneath a member of our species…” He confessed to his oldest friend and greatest foe. And ex-lover. “She is ruining me and my focus.”

Missy fell over laughing and pointing. Her petticoat flashing wildly through the air.

“It’s always the Earth girls!” She exclaimed.

“Though, I did marry that poor Lucy girl.” She had a moment of lucidity.

“These Earth girls are going to kill us. And hey- why not just let them! Get me a perky little thing to ruin me too! Let’s commit suicide and genocide in one fell swoop!” She cackled even harder, her booming voices echoing throughout the Vault.

“No, you shouldn’t.” She seemingly sobered up.

“Assuming that you don’t kill her, as you usually do with these little flings.” She made a hand and body gesture that resembled herself being flung. It hearkened back for the Doctor how physically emotive (y/n) was…

“You’re her teacher. And in position of power! If things get wonky in a marriage bed sense…well doctor, can you handle the storm? Con your way out? You’ll be the one holding the dirty diaper. Not her.”

“And wherever will you put me… I’ll have no good place for your prison to be?” she became sing-song and gave a sarcastic pout.

The Doctor put his hands on his face and rubbed hard. This was both too much help, and not enough.

Missy was right.

And seemingly taking a moral stance, an action previously unheard of for many a millennia.

He decided that he’d go and take this all with a grain of salt.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Oh.” She seemed shocked into silence.

Giggling ceased.

They stood in silence.

“You might be fucked.” She said after minute.

He crouched deeper into his despair. The weight of his grief and Missy’s well-balanced advice echoed in his skull.

“Oh, off you go Teacher! Go get yourself a new Pet!” She seemingly understood and definitely read his mind.

He found himself at odds.

He left her and vanished further into the day fading into the dark of the night. Refusing to leave the planet and irk Nardole’s ire.

He chose to walk the streets of Bristol.

The cold air whipped around him. It was a blustery day. The air had a bit of winter’s last ice in it. Dying season for a dying ethos. The freshly birthed night was adding a layer of chill.

He could feel the turn on the planet under his feet as he turned a corner.

What was this?

He swore he saw (y/n) turn the adjacent corner into a street ahead of him. He took a few quick steps and curved into an alley. It was definitely her.

Go into a large detached building with a sizeable car park. She had her big, over stuffed tote bag with her. She looked in perfect health.

Whatever happened to her sickness?

A lie? Or did she feel his encroaching gazes and seclude herself from him.

He wouldn’t blame her…

It didn’t appear to be flats or even a room-share or sublet situation. Maybe it was her elusive job?

But what was it, in this seemingly askance residential building? With the car park that seemed a bit too big, even for the size of the house.

He stood on the corner of the street and gazed at it. He was clever enough to find out what she did now. Obviously.

But did he want to break her trust? Even in this little way? She was obviously quite guarded about her source of income.

Was it shame? Was she something that was shameful?

That narrowed it down, what jobs held stigma?

Down to a few.

What job would necessitate a huge bag such as that?

Seldom more.

He came to two or three careers.

Now which would be held in this suburb?

Two left.

What one would be in a place with a large car park and- he noticed all the windows were blacked out. As if coated in the same tint a car would have on its..

One.

He couldn’t honestly be shocked. It could prove lucrative. And it was flexible for her schedule. Not a common choice, but one trillions across the universe and time had made…

He crooked his head.

“Ah, bingo!” He felt himself saying aloud.

No wonder he felt sexually charged and drawn to her, he rationalized. She was changed by this career. Even in her normal, day-to-day, her mind was probably racing on ways to keep this concealed. The psychic cues probably just meddled with his mind.

She was probably scared shitless that a peer or a professor, or someone on administration would see her here. The stigma around this would damage her chances at a civilian career once she graduated.

Or even worse, request her to service them…

Though, yet he couldn’t fault her for the risk…

He’d taken billions.

Especially when the economy was fascistic.

All these humans had to make do to tread water.

And this was her attempt…

He felt liberated over this. Just psychic cues and her own internal warfare! Not him!

Or was it?

How easily was it for him to accept these fantasies, despite how much he tried against them?

Was it so simple? Or was it deeper? He enjoyed the brief time they had shared. She was intuitive. Empathetic and, if the last class they shared, valued everything from humans to microbes at the same level…

He decided it was a combination of all of the above.

She’d definitely make an interesting companion, of not a romantic partner.

Why not?

Precious little to lose, except her…

He said he’d email her about meeting on Monday. He whipped our his phone, and shot her a nice, professional sounding email requesting her presence at the same time.

Let the seduction of (y/n) begin…He thought as he made his way back home.

He had to prepare.

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[comicaurora]

Sorry if this is a weird question but how long did it take for you to start making art you felt was good enough, at least at the time? I have a lot of ideas for projects I want to make but I'm slowed down by not quite being at a level I'm happy with for professional endeavours. Wondering if I should quit while I'm ahead and just hire an artist I like.

Hoo. Good question.

It's hard to keep track of, honestly. I think every artist is going to feel a degree of "this could be better" about anything they make, and if that's all you're keeping track of it can feel like no progress is being made - but in hindsight, I think "this could be better" means a lot of different things, and what it means for my work has changed over time.

One of my earliest art-related memories is having a very clear image in my head of a pencil sketch I wanted to make (a family portrait of some wizards, a mom and dad flanking a young daughter) and then being immensely frustrated that what I produced was a pale, inexpert shadow of that image. The starting point I was at was "this doesn't look right and I don't know why," and I stayed there for a long time, even as I got overall better.

The first time I remember trying and failing to emulate a specific cartoon style, it was the manga Steam Detectives - I'd mostly been exposed to newspaper comics and scientific illustration, so I had never seen that sharp-angled straight-lined manga style before. There was a liveliness to it I couldn't capture, and that frustrated me. At this point I could see what was wrong, but couldn't yet correct it - my unconfident pencil sketching wasn't going to produce the same kind of three-dimensionality and flow as the brush strokes used in the, in the same way that a traced figure can look strangely odd and off-balance because it's only mimicking the outlines. At this point I'd hit "this doesn't look right and I know why, but I'm not sure how to fix it."

At that point, practice was kind of the only solution - unconfident linework can only be improved by honing the muscle memory and confidence of the artist, which I didn't know at the time or do on purpose but ended up happening anyway, especially once I got going on the channel and was regularly doing dozens to hundreds of drawings per project.

I do remember the first time I thought "oh, that's actually better than I expected" - I had broken my clavicle and my right arm was in a sling, and my art teacher encouraged me to try drawing something with my left instead. I am very much not ambidextrous and my lines were spidery and shaky, but when I stepped back at the end, the thing I'd tried to sketch - a portrait of a regal-looking elf man - actually wasn't too bad. The muscle memory in my right hand was completely absent from my left, but apparently my basic understanding of shapes and shadows had come through and made something that got across the gist of what I wanted. That was the first time I felt "this doesn't look right, but I already knew that, and what it does do is actually pretty solid."

At some point in the process of cranking out channel illustrations, and later chibi character commissions, without even noticing I hit a baseline level of confidence in what I was doing. Certain things got easier because I was doing them a lot more. I stopped thinking about whether a facial expression was communicating exactly what I wanted it to, stopped spending long stretches of time trying to refine poses - because in those specific areas I was no longer experiencing "this doesn't look right and I don't know why." I'd draw a face, realize it could look angrier, redraw the eyes and brows to be angrier, then move on. I'd block out a pose, decide the leg didn't look right, redraw it, line it and move on. It wasn't that I was nailing everything first try, it's that I'd had enough time and practice to quickly diagnose what wasn't working and quickly try something else to correct it.

Instead, I was thinking "this doesn't look right and I don't know why" about other things. Trees, buildings, figure shading, fire, water, metal textures. I still didn't feel ready to do the comic in earnest, but I'd started doing digital illustrations of the characters and mock-up pages/covers, and I kept finding problems in the composition. It didn't look right and I didn't know why. If I didn't know why, I couldn't fix it. A lot of that process boiled down to redrawing stuff until it managed to look right, then trying to reverse-engineer what had worked about that. I'd accidentally draw the most perfect torso and try to figure out what magic combination of lines had made that work. And again, it was a slow process, almost unnoticeable from my perspective, because I just gradually stopped worrying so much about unsolvable artistic problems because the solutions had just arisen with practice and experience. The background looks wack - it's probably under-shaded, darken some corners to make it match the foreground. This texture looks off - probably needs some particle effects to help give it detail. Etc etc.

At present, I very rarely think "this doesn't look right and I don't know why." I still have moments of "this doesn't look right" - almost constantly, probably - but they aren't noteworthy because I've had enough practice improvising solutions that it turns into a brief experimental phase before I fix whatever was bugging me and move on. It doesn't mean it's perfect, it just means whatever problems or places it could be improved are either subjective choices that are fine either way, or small mistakes I don't notice at the time. The process of error-correction and bug-fixing becomes quick and painless enough that I hardly think about how I used to spend ages agonizing over something that was wrong that I couldn't make look right.

The point I eventually got to could probably be best described as "I could make this better if I wanted - do I want to do that?"

Making a comic like this, it's very important for me to consider the value of pouring too much into any one page. If I vastly overdesign anything, I'm going to need to keep up that level of design every time it shows up. If I drew every forest shot by hand-drawing every single tree I'd never get anything done. If something looks off and I know the solution would be more detailing and more texturing, sometimes I'll do that - filigree and particles and all that good sauce - but sometimes I'll just try a few things until I find a shortcut that makes it look fine to my eyes. Art can always be more polished, so that's not really a metric for completeness or ready-ness - I really do think the most helpful metric is whether you're regularly struggling because you can see something is wrong but you can't figure out what. If you consistently know what's wrong - or, more accurately and less judgmentally, what could be polished if you wanted to polish it - you're probably in a pretty good spot.

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[valaruakars]

I'm so happy you opened up prompts. Don't worry about poor time management; life is too short to fret! Work on your own schedule and do what makes you happy. 😘

Always casually pulls up in your inbox like a Mcdonald's drive-thru.

*taps on mic* Can I get a uhhhh number 35 with perhaps pervy Viktor? 🥴

Uhhhh yeah, pull around 👍

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x AFAB Reader, unethical student/teacher relationship, masturbation, finger sucking

It’s not weird that you’re waiting for him in his office. Viktor lets you do that sometimes. Sorry, Professor Viktor. He’s generous that way, so that you might work comfortably while you pass the time. Generous in a way you’re not sure he is with anyone else, but perhaps it’s only hubris to presume that you’re special.

It gets a little weird, though, when you have the horrible thought to lock the door behind you. Weirder, when you settle into the fine leather chair at his desk and let your thighs inch wider as the pressure builds and the cling of cotton between your legs feels distinctly wetter. He’s not due out of class for at least twenty more minutes…

You have time.

Time to arrange your latest research results to show him, yes, but first… Time to slip the button of your pants through the eyelet, to shimmy them scantly down your hips. Oh yes, you have plenty of time to touch yourself in his office, just as you’ve fantasized about ever since he first spoke your name and called your work inspired.

Your head tips back against the chair as two of your fingers drag up the sticky seam of you, and it’ll be quick, you think. Scratch that—you know it’ll be quick, because you’re imagining that they’re his when you roll your hips into your hand and slip them inside you. In and out in quick, panting flicks of your wrist, your clit catches the heel of your palm over and over and over. Your teeth bite blunt into your lower lip as you imagine, too, how he might coo for you to be a good girl and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want anyone catching an academy professor with his hand between the legs of a student, now would we?

The sensation, the risk, the deviance—it all sets your nerves alight and you are so close, so quickly. The brink is right there, but, well, so is the sound of a key sliding into a lock.

You scramble to wipe your dirty fingers on the inside of your pants and pull them up properly. They’re not even buttoned all the way and there he is. Early, for fuck’s sake. He’s never early!

His eyes are pretty and wide and a little too searching for comfort when they fall on you, but at least he smiles.

“Hi,” is all you can say with your thick, stupid tongue and something in the way he’s looking at you changes.

His eyes sharpen like he’s running a calculation. You plus a locked door, plus an utterly disheveled appearance equals…

He huffs a quiet laugh as he closes the door behind him. And, wait… Was that the bolt of the lock?

“Good afternoon,” he says, ever casual as he comes closer. To put his things down, of course, why are you panicking? He’s too polite, too sweet to suspect you’ve been so vile, but he’s got that smug spark in his eye. The one he gets when he knows he’s done his math right. “Apologies if I’ve kept you waiting. May I see your hand?”

You nearly choke. “My what?”

“Your hand, please.” And because he’s smart, smarter than you, he specifies: “The dominant one.”

You pray it’s not still wet when you place it in his waiting hand, though that doesn’t really matter in the end. Not when he takes it with that wicked little smile and makes sure you’re watching when he kisses the knuckles that you’d sunk all the way inside yourself. He inhales deeply against your skin, and your heart nearly stops.

“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me?” he asks, his voice low and utterly pleased.

You can’t stop watching, awe-struck and throbbing, when he draws two fingers into the warm, wet clutch of his mouth for a taste. For confirmation, because apparently the way you whispered, “Yes,” wasn’t quite enough.

He’s nothing but thorough, cleaning the lingering salty sweetness off your skin with lewd, slick noises as the color deepens along his cheeks, and a prominent strain in his slacks becomes very noticeable.

He pulls off and cradles your hand close, eyes molten.

“I’d like to see that in action.”

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