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fushiglow · 7 months

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Gojō Satoru's rude awakening

I'm refusing to let myself seriously entertain the possibility that Gojō can come back after chapter 236. However, that's because I'm trying to protect my future self from disappointment, not because I think it's implausible — and I really want to talk about this image!

A couple of days ago, @runabout-river shared an interesting theory about what might happen next for Gojō. The post itself is well worth a read, but it was the choice of the above image that really set my mind alight. This scene is fresh in our minds after the anime adaptation of Hidden Inventory, and timing is clearly never an accident with Gege Akutami. So, why is it relevant now?

We see Gojō giving himself over to his past, lost in his happy dreams of his youth, only for Megumi — Gojō's first student and a symbol of the future that he envisions — to bring him back to the present by telling Gojō, "You're the one who called us here, please don't go dozing off."

In other words, "You're the one who dragged us into all of this, don't go pretending this isn't reality just because it's nicer in the past."

In my immediate reaction to 236, I said:

Gojō's dying bloody smile shows he's at least happy in his final moments. [...] Although, if Gojō actually is at peace in death, maybe that's the reason Gege will bring him back. He'll *never* let that man be happy, I swear.

It was just a joke, but seeing @runabout-river's post made me realise that Akutami has already set a precedent for 'punishing' Gojō for looking backwards. When he's dreaming about his past, Megumi scolds him and brings him back to the present. When he 'lets his mind wander' to his blue spring in Shibuya, he literally gets locked in a box where time doesn't pass, only to immediately find himself at the bottom of Japan's deepest ocean trench when his students bust him out to fix the problem he created.

As a side note, in both of these moments, the anime adaptation played a melancholy version of Gojō's Limitless theme — the audio representation of Gojō's youth. I'll eat my hat if it doesn't play again when chapter 236 is eventually adapted (I shared some more insights into some of the easter eggs hidden in the season 2 score in my mini review of the Hidden Inventory soundtrack if you wanna read).

If Gojō dies here, looking backwards to his youth, then he's taking the easy way out and that's what I find hardest to swallow about 236. Gojō leaves what is potentially the most difficult conversation he'll ever have — telling Megumi the truth about his father — to Shōko. He leaves his students to deal with the fallout of his failure to cremate Getō's body. He's saddling the people he loves with the responsibilities he leaves behind, and that's not fair.

However, we won't know if that's what's happened for sure until the whole story is told. Gojō doesn't mention his students in this chapter, and lots of people were bewildered that he seems unconcerned about their safety in a world without him. While that could simply be explained by his faith that they've "got it from here", there's a chance that he genuinely didn't think about it and he's about to get a rude awakening as his punishment — hence, "I pray that this isn't just a delusion".

I would *adore* it if Shōko dragged him back to life kicking and screaming, hauling him away from his pleasant fantasy of youth to tell him, 'No, you and Getō don't get to leave me behind to pick up the pieces again'. Because isn't that Shōko as a character? The one who's left to pick up the pieces in their wake? The one to heal the wounds and lay the bodies to rest while everyone forgets she's even there?

It would be the most character development she ever receives, and I'd love to see how Gojō and Shōko's dynamic changes when he's not the 'Strongest' anymore. So, in Shōko's own words:

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #呪術廻戦 #jjk 236 #jjk meta #jjk analysis #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen analysis #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk leaks #i can't stop talking about this chapter #so i guess it might actually be really good???#i'm literally drafting another post right now 💀

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hihomeghere · 6 months

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Hello my new favorite creator! I just saw your response to my last request (the soft y/n dom one) and I'm deffo going to formally request you turn it into a story (if you're not doing that already) I've been reading more of your content and it's quickly becoming an addiction 😅 any way I'll be a big supporter from the shadows <333 -🧛 anon (Naming myself lol)

Routine | Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

Part of the Tesoro series (Can be read as a one shot)

Word Count : 2.3k Summary : After the confession, Five and reader head back to a hotel room. Soft dom y/n. Aged up!Five Warnings/Tags : Smut, handjob, masturbation, piv, cursing, fluff at the end, this is filth enjoy <3 ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters )

If Five was anything, he was a creature of habit. His father had ingrained that in him from a young age. Chores, training, studies, hell even his meal times were scheduled. His entire life was based on routine.

Then he was stuck in the apocalypse, and even though there were millions of things Five could be mad at his father about, he had to appreciate his sense for routine. It kept him alive, he still had a set time to eat (if he had anything to eat), but instead of training he was scavenging. Picking through a wasteland for anything edible, along with trying to find a sustainable source of clean water. While picking through for food, he would also collect anything to help conserve his energy. Things like his bike or wagon, etc. His definition of ‘resting’ was mainly anytime he could sit down. During those periods he would work on equations, trying to find a way out of there and back to his family. And although it wasn’t strictly in his routine, mental breakdowns always seemed to weasel their way into his day.

Thankfully, both of those routines were a thing of the past. Now his routine consisted of reading up on case files before going into the field. He’d kill whoever he had to and afterwards he’d reward himself with fucking his fist until he fell asleep. Did it make him feel a bit disgusted with himself, yes, but masturbation had been the only stress relief he’d ever had. Again, just another one of his constants throughout the years. What he hadn’t accounted for was you. At first he had marked you off as a nuisance. Like the cockroaches that somehow managed to survive alongside Five, although you were much nicer to look at.

Five knew he was in trouble when he started subconsciously adding your routines into his. You would start getting hungry around 11:30 every day, like clockwork. So he had started planning his lunches for around 11:30, not because the thought of you eating alone made his heart seize in his chest, just to make his work more efficient. It aggravated him to have to wait for you to be finished with your lunch, only for him to get hungry once you returned. So out of convenience, he started eating lunch with you. Little things like that.

He couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. You were always one to throw wrenches in the works. Although he didn’t account for a deviation of this size into his plan. When he kissed you, a silent confession on his feelings, he knew there would be no going back. You were it for him. He loved you and you seemed to share those feelings. Your lips crashed against his as he fumbled with the key to the hotel room. You giggled into the kiss, something so sickly sweet. His hands were back on you as soon as the door swung open. Pulling the key out of the lock and throwing it onto a side table as he kicked the door close behind you. His hands were everywhere, touching and squeezing. Your breasts, oh god, your tits. He couldn’t get enough of them, his hand flew under your blouse, pinching your nipple through your bra. You gasped softly, your hands threading through his hair. He stopped, admiring your flushed face as he kicked off his shoes. Your lips parted slightly, hot breath fanning across his face, a light splattering of blood across your cheek.

You pulled away, and he almost whined at the loss of contact. What was happening to him? Did you really have such a hold on him? He was taken back to his younger years, when his father would read from Homer’s Odyssey. He had never paid much attention to the sirens, that was more of Diegos and Luthers interest. He wished he had listened to Circe’s warnings like Odysseus, now he was sure he had met a siren in person. He was bewitched by you, drawn to you like iron to a magnet. Five was sure you were more beautiful than Helen of Troy, hell even Aphrodite would be jealous of your beauty.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You smiled, pushing him back onto the bed before kissing his cheek. Another one of your routines, always showering after a mission. You made a show of undressing yourself, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. Then shimmying out of your trousers. You hooked your fingers under your bra strap, pulling them down at an agonizing pace. You unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the chair. Five’s eyes never left your body until you were behind the bathroom door. He gulped, his cock painfully pressed against the crotch of his slacks. He hurried to pull himself free, the buckle of his belt clinking metal against metal. He started to get frantic in his movements, unzipping his pants and kicking them off along with his underwear. His cock sprung up against his stomach. He let out a sigh, spitting into his hand. He grabbed himself, lubricating his dick with his spit. At times like this he wondered if was seriously fucked in the head. But normally once he ran his thumb over the slit on his head any negative thoughts would be tucked away. He arched his neck, letting out a shaky breath as he started to stroke himself. His mind wandering to you, always you. “Fuck,” he sighed squeezing the base of his cock. Your flushed face, a blush painting your cheeks. That slutty fucking skirt you wore, tight around your hips, he didn’t know how you got that little thing over your ass. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace. How your lips felt against his throat as you ordered him to cum, your tits bouncing with each of his thrusts. His hips jolted up into his hand, he craved more, his other hand gently cupped his balls. He was close, his breath getting caught in his throat. “Y/n.” He whined, his eyes fluttering close.

“Starting without me?” You asked leaning on the doorway to the bathroom. Clad in only a towel, tightly wrapped around your body. He froze, caught red handed with his pants down. Fuck he was so close. He tugged on himself, chasing after his high as it slowly slipped away. You stopped him, swatting his hand away from his dick. “Excuse me?” You scoffed, your arms crossed above him. You stared down at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. You grabbed his face, your fingers pressing his lips together, his skin dimpling under your grip. His breath hitched, his eyes going wide. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He said through squished lips.

“You started without me.” You repeated, a wolfish grin spreading across your face. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. You turned his face so he was looking at you, his green eyes wide. He let out a surprised sound, “Now, would you like to finish?” You asked with a commanding voice. His eyes flicked all over your face.

“Y-yes.” He stuttered, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You let go of his face, walking backwards until the back of your knees hit the plush chair. You sank down onto the chair, slowly undoing your towel, letting it pool around your body.

He stared at you, his eyebrows still furrowed. You chuckled to yourself, his expression taking you back to the first night you spent together. So unsure of himself, his hands twitched against the sheets. His dick stood at attention, brushing against his white shirt. His angry red tip made a wet spot on his shirt.

“Take off your shirt first,” you said, leaning back in the chair, spreading your legs. It was like he had been frozen until your command. His eager fingers moved to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons quickly. He tore it off of him, throwing it onto the floor. He turned to you for his next instructions, a newfound glint in his eye. “You can touch yourself.” You cooed, immediately his hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking himself with fever, he wet his bottom lip, his hips jolting against his fist. Five was so pretty like this, not that he wasn’t a gorgeous man, but he was so vulnerable. Pride bloomed in your chest knowing that you were the only one allowed to see Five like this. His head fell back, giving you a gorgeous view of his neck. He let out a strangled whine, his lips parting. You sat up, unable to help yourself. You stalked towards him, your hands holding his shoulders. Your lips attacked his neck, nipping and sucking on his neck. Dark spots adorning his pale skin.

“Fuck,” he moaned, leaning into your touch. You reached down, pulling his hand away. He let out a frustrated whine, biting his lip as he stared into your eyes. You smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek over his two freckles, before squeezing his shaft. You began to pump him harshly, sucking a deep mark on his collarbone. His hands flew to your hips, holding them with a vice like grip. “I’m gonna cum.” He said through his gritted teeth, “please let me cum.” He squeezed your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

“You can cum baby,” You chuckled, licking a stripe up his neck. He cried out his hips jolting against your hand as ropes of cum shot out onto your fist. You grinned, working him through his orgasm. A pained expression painting his features. As he came down from his high, he softly rubbed circles onto your hips.

“That was…” He trailed off clearing his throat, his hands drifting upwards on his body. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against your body.

“Never would have guessed Mr. Five Hargreeves would be so obedient.” You laughed, kissing him. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me y/n?” He said, cocking his head slightly. A smug smile spread across his face, his eyes darkened. You felt like the prey instead of the predator under his gaze.

“I would never dream of it.” You smirked, feeling him get hard against your stomach. “Already?” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I can’t help that I have the most gorgeous girl in front of me, naked.” He mused, raising his eyebrows. You pushed him back, his back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. He smirked, propping himself up on his elbows. You crawled on top of him, setting yourself over his waist. He leaned his head forward, his lips covering your right breast. You lowered yourself onto him, moaning as he pushed through your opening. He let out a pained cry against your breast.

“Are you alright?” You asked, stalling your movement.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his eyes shut tight, his hands gripping your hips, stilling any movements you would make. “Just sensitive, tesoro.” He chuckled looking up at you through his heavy eyelashes. You grinned, you wanted nothing more than to have Five under you a blubbering mess. And you were gonna have it.

You rolled your hips against him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. He let out a choked gasp, his head falling back against the bed.

“You like that baby?” You asked, dragging your hips up and down against him.

“Fuck yes.” He whined, arching his back off the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your chest. You rocked back and forth, Five’s fingernails dragging down your back. You moaned, pushing him back against the bed. You leaned back, propping yourself up on his thighs as you jutted your hips forward again and again. That familiar coil tightening in your stomach. “F-fuck.” He cried, his hips jolting against your pelvis, his pubic hair rubbing at your clit. His eyes shone with unshed tears as he bit his lip, his hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

“You feel so good, you make me feel so good Five.” You huffed, struggling to keep up your pace. He whimpered a tear falling down his cheek. Suddenly his body jolted, his hands gripping your waist holding you down onto his hips as he came with a cry. You grinned against him, reaching your own orgasm. You moaned, high pitched and breathy as his cock twitched inside you. His cum painting your walls as you clenched down on him

“Christ woman.” He sighed, his arm covering his eyes. You pulled away his arm, wiping away a stray tear.

“Glad to be of service.” You asked sweetly, kissing his cheek before pecking his lips. You slowly got off of his lap, his softened cock slipping out of you. You laid down beside him, lightly trailing your fingers over his chest. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. Your head laying on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

“I love you.” He says, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Are you thinking of someone else?” You tease, staring up at him through your lashes.

“No.” He says, rolling his eyes feigning annoyance. He sits up, you prop yourself up on your arm. “I’m serious,” he cups your face, “I love you so goddamn much.” He says kissing you. You were sure you had died and gone to heaven. His hand against your face, with his soft slightly bruised lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, feeling like a love sick teenager.

“I love you.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck, “I love you, I love you.” You kissed the corner of his lips, his cheek, his forehead. He chuckled softly, as you met his eyes. “I love you Five Hargreeves.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

“And I you.” He smiled. Five would happily add anything pertaining to you into his routine any day.

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lunar-rcp · 25 days

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Hii!! I have a request, if you don't mind! It's Sandy x Amber too btw hehe

Can you make a fluffy oneshot of Sandy realising she has feelings for Amber, and getting shy everytime she's near her? And eventually, she gathers up her courage to confess to her, but plot twist- Amber confesses first!

Thought this would be cute. :)

Board your way into her heart, Sandy!

☆ . . Tags: pure fluff! sandy is a total girlflop /affectionate

Sandy was a person who could easily comprehend herself. The leader kept a cold head at all times as she skateboarded through the hot sands of Treasure Vile.

It was no wonder why she was appointed as leader of the Desert rescue team. Others had envied the vehicle. They pondered; How does she never lose her cool?

A question that never had an answer attached to it.

Sandy thought it would just stay this way, and she was quite fine with that outcome.

That was until she met a peculiar van. A sweet, kind girl. Everytime the van passed by; Sandy could feel her heart skip a beat. Everytime the van even said remotely hello to her; Sandy felt her face heat up completely, often worrying the ambulance to whatever she was down with a fever.

Everything had changed for her. And this time the leader who had usually a way to comprehend situations with ease;

Couldn't even comprehend herself.

“What do I do!” Sandy cried. “I just completely shut down whenever she even flashes a look at me!” Sandy buried her face into the comfort of her own arms. A metaphorical purple miasma emerged from Sandy, causing Droney to sigh dramatically.

“Jeez, you're such a hopeless romantic sometimes!” Droney shook his head like a disappointed mother, even when he was younger in age. “Get a grip of yourself! You're never going to get a chance with her if you continue sulking.” Droney huffed, placing his hands on his hips.

“Although, Droney could be nicer about that..” Keaton cleared his throat. “He's.. sort of right, sorry.” Keaton rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“What do I dooooo..-- Wait, what if she doesn't even like me?!” Sandy slapped her hands on cheeks, panicking over the worst possibilities that could unfold.

“Calm down!” Keaton exclaimed, placing a hand onto her shoulder as comfort. Anything to make the worrywart shut up. “You're not going to get far if you just keep overthinking,” Keaton rubbed his chin, trying to think of a possibility to cheer up the poor girl.

Then, it was almost as if a light bulb shone over his head.

“So why not hint at your feelings for her?!” A sparkle of excitement glimmered in Keaton's beady eyes. “You're such a sweet person, she'll like you for su–”

“Wh-What?!” Sandy (very) loudly yelled at such a daring suggestion, much to Keaton's dismay. “Are you crazy?! That's– way too bold!” Sandy cupped her cheeks. She felt the warmth of her cheeks radiating against her palms.

“C'mon, dude! Get a grip of yourself!” Droney rolled his eyes, groaning. “Sandy, you're our leader! Surely, you can show signs of wanting a relationship with her?” Droney smugly smiled. “Or.. are you just too much of a scaredy cat to do it, huh?” The young drone mischievously chuckled.

All of Sandy's panic washed away almost immediately. She despised being called a scaredy cat. She felt almost challenged. “No way!” Sandy stood up, glaring daggers at Droney. “Y'know what, fine!” She transformed into her vehicle form, quickly heading off towards the direction of brooms town.

“I'll prove to you that I can do this!!” Sandy shouted proudly. Her voice slowly fading away as she drove further from the two.

“Hey, that work–” Droney was met with a direct slap on the back of his head.

You can do it, Sandy.

Confess your feelings to this beautiful girl, how hard can it be?

You're a leader of a team, there's no need to be scared!

..But what if she doesn't pick those hints up?

“Gosh, what did I bring myself into..” Sandy whined silently to herself as she was getting closer to Broomstown. Now that she was just minutes away from the town, she couldn't help but feel panic inject in her veins.

“No, no!” Sandy shook her head profusely. She can't turn back now! “I got this–”

As soon as Sandy turned up to the port, a very.. very peculiar van called her name.

A van with the cutest siren shaped like an adorable bow, a girl with a smile that was brighter than the sun itself; a true beauty.

“Sandy! Ah, it's been a while!” Amber exclaimed with glee.

Oh my god.

Ohmygodohmyohmygodohmygod.

Sandy immediately lost the confidence she had just gathered. Her heart raced faster than the fastest police car in town. She felt like her cheeks were set on fire. She gulped, just how was she able to tackle this?

Ah, I know! Just simply say hello back. Sandy thought.

“U-uhm, uh..” Sandy muttered out only stutters. “H-Howdy! Amber, hi!” Was what she managed to spit out.

Sandy silently screamed at herself. She mentally (and physically) cringed at herself at her words. Who in the world says ‘Howdy’? She was the leader of the Desert rescue team, not some cowboy!

“Howdy, huh?” Amber giggled. “Howdy to you, too!” A cheeky smile pulled at her cheeks. She adored to tease Sandy at times, she was overjoyed when she found out there were also other female rescue vehicles out there.

Sandy managed to keep a squeal within her. God, saying she was adorable was an understatement. “Haha,” Sandy sheepishly maneuvered her tire. “I-It's funny, isn't it? She cringed heavily at her stutter. However, she was somehow managing a conversation with the girl of her dreams! Sandy had to admit, she had to pat herself on the back for that.

..Even if the conversation was so painfully awkward for others to bear.

“Soo,” Amber looked to the side, seemingly in thought. “Would you like to go around the town with me? You never had a chance to see what our town's truly like!” Amber smiled warmly.

“W-What?!” Sandy's eyes widened, but she quickly comprehended herself by clearing her throat. “I-I mean, yes! Of course!”

Sandy couldn't believe it. Could this be her chance? It must be! She can't screw this up now, can't she?

“Very well! Then it's settled.” Amber steered herself towards the south gate. “Follow me! I'd love to show you our headquarters! Perhaps we can even hang out there a little, hmm?” She giggled, already driving off.

“A-Ah, wait for me!” Sandy quickly followed suit.

The two drove through the lively forests of Broomstown. Considering spring had already started, flowers were already blooming and full of color at this point of time.

“Woah..” Sandy's mouth was slightly agape. She was so accustomed to the dry environment she had been living in. The sandy dunes were all she knew, so this was a whole new experience for her. “It's really pretty.”

“It's amazing here when it's spring!” Amber transformed, picking off a flower from the ground and bringing it closer to her nose. “They're all so pretty, and smell amazing too.” Amber hummed.

Sandy was more mesmerized by Amber than the most beautiful flower can do. She adored on how sweetly Amber had been rambling about the flowers, it was such an adorable feature. Sandy averted her eyes towards the other line of flowers. They were softly waving through the breezes of the wind.

Most of the flowers were less of color, a contrast to the bright green grass.

Well, one flower stood out.

As on cue, a pink flower stood proudly in the middle. Sandy had noted that the flower was practically overflowing with petals. It was a pretty sight to please one's eyes, Sandy had to say.

This flower seemed so familiar with the girl. Sandy had pondered on the question; The name of this beauty of a flower.

Da..

Dah..

Dahlia!

That's right! Sandy had read in a book about flowers once. Naturally she was curious over flowers, as the only flowers that had ever sprouted in the desert were only flowers growing on cactuses.

Sandy had connected the dots together. The flower reminded her of no other than Amber.

A flashback occured. Sandy had remembered Keaton was once rambling for what felt like the thousands of times about Camp's many travels.

One peculiar time he was talking about how flowers had meanings. A flower may look pretty on the outside, but it has a blossoming personality from the inside. That was the true beauty of a flower.

Ironically, he had also spoken about the meanings of a Dahlia.

A Dahlia symbolized;

Beauty. A factor Amber's looks already had.

Eternal love. Amber's love for everything around her was one of the many things Sandy had adored.

Inner strength. Even in the most dire times, Amber had pushed through. No matter what was thrown at her, she managed to stay on the path of determination.

Dignity. Amber had always kept herself on the right track, she was a gentle soul.

And lastly, kindness. One could theorize Amber had invented the word kindness by how sweet the medic was.

This was her chance. And Sandy gathered the courage by handing this flower to the girl of her dreams.

Amber was about to walk into a further part of the forest, but paused her steps when Sandy called out her name.

“Uhm, Amber!” Sandy's voice trembled. She was nervous, but she wasn't going to give up. “Before we go to the headquarters, I-.. uhm, want to give you something.”

“Oh?” Amber raised an eyebrow, turning to face Sandy directly. “A gift? How lovely!” She clasped her hands together gleefully, excited to whatever Sandy had in store.

Sandy plucked the dahlia from its row. With a seeking feeling in her heart, she gently moved the flower into Amber's hands through the gaps of the medic's fingers.

“It– reminded me of you.” Sandy looked down towards her feet in shame. Was this too cheesy of a gesture?

Although, Amber had thought differently about the gesture. A soft gasp escaped her mouth, but then a slight flustered giggle followed after.

“Sandy.. Do you like me?”

“H-Huh?!” Sandy's head rose up from the ground, her face red as a beet. She waved her hands around, desperately trying to find an excuse to counter Amber.

“Hush, it's okay.” Amber reached one of her hands out, intertwining her fingers with Sandy's. “I like you too.”

Sandy's eyes widened. She didn't speak for what felt like a hot minute. So many thoughts were rushing through her mind, but none of them were able to form a coherent sentence.

“Did you know?” Amber raised a hand towards Sandy's cheek, brushing it softly. “Flower language could say so much more than any word any one has spoken. I knew what you were doing there.” Amber's cheeks were slightly flushed, but a soft loving glimmer reflected in her eyes.

“Amber.. I–” She couldn't believe herself. She had done it. And the girl of her dreams, a girl she thought she could never achieve;

Liked her back.

“Thank you.” Sandy smiled softly. It was a development from the nervous smiles she striked whenever she spoke to Amber.

“No need to thank me. You're the one who gave me this beauty, didn't you?” Amber giggled. “But you're more of a beauty to me!”

“Awh, shucks..” Sandy's cheeks flushed once more. She was surprised anyone had ever said such romantic words to her.

“Now,” Amber lent a hand out. “Shall we? We can't keep them waiting to get to know you better, can't we?”

Sandy stared at Amber's hand for a moment before leisurely placing hers onto it. “Yeah, let's go.”

And now, just like a flower, something had bloomed.

A beautiful relationship blossomed. With this blossoming of a relationship, the two shall now venture through the stages of their newly found life.

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they're very cute!

#robocar poli #robocar #amber #sandy #sandber #kidshow #oneshot #fluff

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moongothic · 4 days

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Remember my first crochet sweater from forever ago? The one that turned out like shit?

Frogged it and now it's a knit 😎

So to recap; I tried making a crochet sweater based on a YouTube tutorial like years ago, and although while making it I could tell it didn't seem... right... I just kept on telling myself to "trust the process" and that "it'd turn out okay in the end"

It did not

The sweater ended up being so square-ish and massive I could've fit three of myself inside of, going well beyond "comfy oversized sweater" straight into "clown clothes" territory. It was bad. On top of that, although I tried to get the same yarn to do the top of the sweater in a pastel purple, I ended up leaning about this thing called "dye lots" the hard way, as the yarn I had needed to finish the sweater ended up being a completely different shade from what I had used for most of the sweater.

So yeah. The sweater turned out like shit, and I wore it maybe once before putting it into my closet and refusing to even look at it for like IDK two years.

Now I have some nicer yarn that I'd like to make something with, something preferably knit because I like knit fabric more than crochet, but I don't want to practise knitting clothes with that nicer yarn. And so I figured, if I frogged this crochet sweater I could then practise knitting sweaters, reuse the old yarn (=don't have to buy jack shit), and maybe remake this failed sweater into something I'll actually wear

And so the sweater was frogged, this being all the usable yarn from the project. Pastel purple dyelot on the left while the more pinkish yarn (the stuff I had originally used while trying to convince myself it wasn't pink)

You can see the difference in the hue better here

So yeah. Now admitedly after frogging the sweater I did lowkey think about just trying to re-crochet the sweater and did kinda start on that, but I very soon realized that I probably wouldn't have enough yarn to remake the sweater the way I wanted to, and just trying to crochet with it made me double down on how much I just I don't like crochet fabric as clothes. It's just so bulky, man

So I got to knitting instead. And because I'm deranged I chose to... mostly wing it. I did look at a few YouTube tutorials for top-down raglan sweaters to get an idea of what I was supposed to be doing, but in the end, I do kinda learn the best by just winging it. But what I did make a big note of while remaking the sweater was just trying it on as often as possible, just to make sure I didn't make it as oversized this time.

I did want to make this process relatively simple though and because I didn't want to risk losing out of yarn at an inconvenient point I chose to skip the stripes of the original sweater and just make it a simple two-color sweater. This also had the added benefit where I was able to use up all of the purple yarn on the yolk and just go as far as I could go with it before switching to black.

But yeah, the end result?

It's decent!

Like let's be real, my raglan increases are an absolute fucking mess and the shaping on the yolk is a little funny, AND I did make the collar too big (I was so worried my giant head wouldn't fit through so I made it way bigger than it needed to be, but honestly it's better that way than it being way too small. It looks a little silly but it's not the end of the world), and the sleeves ended up being like maybe 4-5 centimeters too long they could've been a smidge shorter.

But aside from that?

I'm honestly really happy with it

Because the fabric is super soft and nice, it's not too bulky, and most importantly, it fits me. It's not obscenely massive on me, it's just the right size.

And really, that's all I wanted. A sweater I'd actually USE, and yeah, I'm gonna wear the hell out of this next fall/winter when the weather gets cold again. It's not perfect, but it's more than good enough for me. And most importantly, I now feel infinitely more confident in maybe using that nicer yarn sometime soon to knit something

Now what the fuck am I gonna do with the leftover yarn 'cause boy howdy do I have a ton left

#Moon posting #Yarncraft Diary #Yarnblr #They really weren't joking when they said crochet eats up more yarn than knitting does #Perhaps I will knit a little pink pillow for my cat with the leftovers

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fictionfixations · 24 days

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azul broomquet lines

(i never took the time to actually look through this stuff. but also his lines aren't on the fandom wiki yet)

maybe im being nitpicky but i couldnt help but notice the double space??

oop

(about idia) LMFAO

i dont know how to format stuff on the wiki anyway so. might as well put this here.

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Azul Broomquet / Birthday Bloom

Summon: What a grand party this is. I gladly accept your sentiments. ("This gold embroidery is just lovely. I'll take care to conduct myself as befits such refined attire.")

Groovification: I prepared exhaustively for today. Allow me to demonstrate the fruits of my effort!

Set to Home Screen: I shall make your wishes come true.

Home transition 1: Jade brewed this tea for me. He had an oddly bright smile on his face when he served it, though... Would you care to try some?

Home transition 2: Octavinelle students keep bringing me food they want me to try. How can they expect me to eat it all?

(^ note: it's mentioned in Floyd's Birthday Boy vignette that Azul doesn't like food being wasted.)

Home transition 3: Why would you put candles in cake? It looks lovely all lit up in the dark, but it ruins the presentation when it comes time to eat.

Home, after login: I'm honored you'd take valuable time out of your day to celebrate on my behalf. After all, time is money, as they say.

Home transition/Groovification: I don't think Jack's cut out for negotiations. His tail gives him away.

(^ note: Duo magic is with Jack. Plus that's who interviews him in his vignette. I wonder if that's the same for every other birthday card, with the exception of the ones I think we interview all of them in.)

Tap Home 1: It's my policy not to accept gifts, but I do make exceptions for people I want to maintain long-term contact with. Like, say Kalim.

Tap Home 2: Brooms look so much nicer when accentuated with chic flowers. It's a prime example of a tiny amount of work turning drab into dazzling.

Tap Home 3: Idia beat me soundly in a board game. How dare he humiliate me on my birthday... I must compile more data and avenge myself!

Tap Home 4: I bought a rare coin I'd had my eye on as a gift to myself. It was rather pricey, but I'm looking forward to seeing its value appreciate in the future.

(^ note: It literally says 'appreciate'. Lol.)

Tap Home 5: Don't bother trying to surprise me. I've got eyes in the back of my head. Heh heh, that was a joke, of course.

Tap Home/Groovification: You wish to know what I want? A birthday song would be nice. You'll sing one for me, right?

Here's the groovified ver, although you can find it on the fandom wiki card itself)

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Bonus (Vignette)

Jack: Have a nice flight, and be extra careful not to fall off.

Azul: Couldn't say that with a straight face, could you? As if I'd ever embarrass myself... ... *exhale*

hehe

#twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst birthday #azul birthday

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iwannabeastarstarrockmann · 9 months

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I was delusional to think this year would be different. TW:SH/ED

why are moms so toxic? i cant remember one birthday in which everything went smoothly ansd i truly felt loved by her. she has always made it clear to me that im not enough, she has sacrificed too much for me, im a waste of space, im a lazy sack of shit and she wished she never had me or my sister.

I just woke up a couple hours ago really excited because she stayed out late last night so I didn't get a chance to talk with her (we were starting to get along weirdly) and my birthday is tomorrow so I wanted to hear what her plans were and instead she yelled at me for not getting up earlier, for not having a job yet, (even though I had to quit my last one because of her and I've been applying for jobs ever since) she said I should stop using being autistic as an excuse because I'm "not really autistic", I'm "completely normal, I'm just a giant asshole"

why would she say that??! and then to make matters worse, a family friend is planning to make me food for tomorrow and so my mom said the least I could do to earn such a gift that I don't deserve, I should go swimming with her in her pool, although I cannot because I recently relapsed heavily and have sh scars all over my arms and legs and I would rather politely decline a swim rather than worrying everyone I know and love. so anyway, I couldn't tell my mom why I couldn't swim so I just said I'm really not feeling up to it and she replied with "okay well then, you're dead to me" and strangely as punishment forbid me from using her shower ever again?? I have a shower, but it's infested with mold, and we didn't find that out until I passed out after a shower, so I think that means I really am dead to her?? ouch!

I'm really sad though, more so because we just bought groceries and now, I may be wasting food because I'm fasting. how can I be a good anorexic though when my fear of wasting food overpowers my fear of gaining?? idk maybe I'll just cook for everyone else on my bday, that is, if I knew anyone to cook for. I also feel bad for not swimming with our friend especially because she is cooking a whole feast for me! something my mother would never be caught dead doing. a lot of my issues with food come from having no structure nor comfort in my household growing up, i went from eating too much to never eating enough. i love it though when i see family friends and they are always telling me that ive gotten too skinny and i need to eat more, and as a result always cook food for me and lecture my mom for not paying attention to me, not that shes obligated to, as im almost 20, but as long as im stuck with her due to finances and just a tad bit of codependency, she should be a little nicer to me right??

am I crazy for thinking that regardless of my age or life situation, when I'm home it should feel like home?? if I were going to college no one would question me for still being here, I'm just trying to save up some money but every time I do, my mom demands to borrow it and then threatens me that she won't pay me back if I don't do this or that for her. did I mention that she always plays the victim too?

she genuinely believes that the world owes her something. she thinks because of her disability, people should bow down to her and cater to her every need! that is so immature! its every man for themselves, if you can't hold yourself accountable, how do you expect your life to improve? doing the same thing over and over with no result gets you nowhere! that's insanity, its naive. I don't want to waste my life catering to her when I spent the first 19 years of my life being the adult and her being the child. I deserved better.

now I just want her to see how terrible of a job she did by rotting away. I don't care anymore, I know that's selfish but I just don't care about anything anymore, I want to starve, I don't want to eat anymore. I know better than to starve myself, but it feels so damn validating when I'm losing weight.

#ed bllog #ed relapse #tw ana diary #tw ana shit #tw ed diet #ed vent #i only harm myself and no one else #i wanna be weightless #starv1ng #starv3 #tw ana fast #ana trigger #ana and mia #emotional abuse #mommy issues #tw sh related #i wanna be perfect

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disquiet-doll · 3 months

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dis you need to stop putting yourself down

I'm no stranger to berating mine self and I'm still trying to adjust to a more healthy way of thinking about myself

if people get tired of you, fuck them

I for one want to keep being your friend and I can recognize that you've been having it rough for a pretty long time

I, and others consider you to be very smart and I'd find you to be very patient even if I don't hold the same rigid ideals you do and i thank you for your patience

please, be a bit nicer to yourself, please?

i don't think that's possible

yeah, it's hard

people getting tired of me sometimes do have good reasons. it's unfortunate, but i'm not really going to blame them for it. i can recognize that even when i'm in a good mood

thank you

i'm really not that smart, although patient is. eh. highs and lows there. i tend to get mad at incredibly minor things and be patient for actually bad things. jury's out on if that's good or bad.

i'll try, but, well. again, not sure it's possible.

#ask #Anonymous

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lunarmochi · 5 months

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Goodness me, Luna. You've grown so much.

How have you been? It's been years since we've talked. I truly hope you're doing well mentally and physically.

I'm not quite sure if you're still into Mystic Messenger. It's been a while since I've looked around that fandom, I won't lie. But regardless, I hope you're in a great place with a loving community.

P.S.

You might be in college right now. Great job for graduating high school!! I knew you could do it! Keep going! Although I'm not here to always watch you grow, know that I'm still proud of your progress regardless.

Hello, anon! I'm doing much better nowadays, and I hope you are as well.

In the past few years, I've taken it upon myself to actively better my mental health after an incident. I've made a lot of progress since then, and while I may not be perfect, I'm much better than I think I was back then. I know my boundaries and I've gotten better at taking care of myself, among other things.

I'm not actively in the Mystic Messenger fandom anymore, but I still like to look around once in a while. It still holds a special place in my heart because of the people it allowed me to meet.

I've gotten into vtubers! There's one I've been hyperfixated one for a long while. I've been able to meet a few new friends, genuinely feel part of a community, and I've even started organizing fan projects of my own! It's been a new change for me, but I love the community I'm in.

Honestly, I'm currently writing this while procrastinating from studying for a final I have in a few hours. I've been under a lot of stress lately for a bunch of different reasons, but I'm doing my best. I think I've been managing myself well, which is important.

Overall, I've been much happier. I still have my rainy days, but I'm still here doing my best to get by. I'm proud of my growth.

I hope you're also doing well, anon. Judging by the other messages you've sent my friends, I don't have anything to worry about. I've found peace with myself regarding what's happened, and I hope you have too.

I'll leave you with a small piece of advice: know when it's time to let go. Sometimes we may feel obligated to make amends and reconnect with those we've lost once all the dust has settled. However, once both parties have moved on and the damage has been done, it's better if they both move on. For your own sake, too, don't try to hold onto something for too long. Learn to be content with mistakes and loss.

I hope you've learned from your past actions and have nicer days, but there's not much more I can do for you. Please take care of yourself.

#anon #ask

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Five Things You Will Find In My Fic

thanks @acapelladitty for the existential crisis i had trying to think of five things other than words and punctuation that are in my fic 💚

am i about to be nice to myself, let's try!

smut. so much smut. i love writing porn. sometimes it's a bit difficult to do it over and over and over again lmao but it's always nice to know that people want more of that from me, and i think i'm alright at describing the sexy bits

headcanons. even if i'm not writing like a headcanon post, i like to make the characters... mine? something that stands out from other writers because we're all writing the same thing really! adding my own little personality traits helps me feel like i'm doing something unique or worthy. and then nothing is nicer than seeing other people adopt those headcanons

silliness. i dunno fellas, i am just a silly little guy. i like being funny, although that is debatable mos tof the time lol, and i like being FUN. i don't mind writing angst, or pining, or stressful things, or dark things. but i like most of all writing silly, often OOC cutesie things or silly stuff like riddler body swaps SO MUCH

desk sex/daddy kinks. look. look at me. i want to get railed over a desk by a man twice my age. i won't be apologising for it. and i will KEEP WRITING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN. and no one can stop me. i mean i put a lot of kinks in my stuff, and i'll write about most kinks, but these two... these two i will shoehorn into anything

the same words. i like the way some words sound. i know that's bad, i know that makes my writing repetitive, but it's not something i ignore. i am VERY aware of it. and i use a thesaurus sometimes. but i fixate on certain words and they just make sense to me, so i use them repeatedly. maybe they'll be my signature lol

i am tagging anyone who sees this, because i think it's an excellent exercise to make you be kind about yourself and look at what you write!!

#finnie shouts into the void #tag meme

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space-id1ot · 2 years

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Hiya! :) I was hoping to be able to receive a match up for either hazbin or helluva boss? :) Please pick witchever you'd like or both ofc! <3

This bio I sent is like one that was already pre written so I am sorry if it's alote to read lol-just feel free to use any amount of info <3333 Thankyou! And I hope this wasn't a bother!-

I am a demigirl who goes by she/they pronouns, I consider myself to be omniromantic and asexual, as I find that I just have no interest in sexuality really but when it comes to romantic attraction I have found myself being open to being with anyone of any orientation, although I have noticed that I do seem to have a preference for more feminine presenting individuals if I am being honest lol!

Now when it comes to my personality I do tend to be more on the timid side, as I really do not like confrontation and more so look for peaceful solutions to my problems, I consider myself to be at least polite, as a little tact never hurt anyone in my opinion, I'm typically pretty go with the flow and like experiencing new things when it comes to activities although it does take me a little while to warm up to new people as I tend to be shy when I don't know somebody that well, although if I'm being honest once I get comfortable with someone enough i become a bit of a chatterbox xD, I do tend to people please and it's hard for me to stand up for myself, I've been told that I tend to be in my own little world alote, often opting for daydreaming and or fantasy over reality if I'm being honest, so it makes sense gvhvb, my view on things is that the world can be a cruel and scary place and it would just be so much nicer if people simply cared a little more, about others, the planet and everything in general although they don't and although I try to do my best in making things at least a little bit better by showing courtesy and kindness to those I come across, and or just doing small things to make it better, I do understand that the world isn't changing anytime soon and it does frustrate me a bit sometimes so I tend to be a little bit pessimistic, my humor to counter my personality being a bit dark at times as I tend to self-deprecate.

// I'm sorry if this is too much information I'm just trying to give as much as possible hvnhvjh //

Sorry I didn't get to this earlier! 😅 this wasn't too much to read it was just enough to give me an idea!😊

If you don't like this matchup, then feel free to tell me and I'll fix it!

Also, I've decided to do both and I did platonic and romantic!

Hazbin Hotel

I think platonically you would go good with Charlie! you guys both seem to match perfectly as best friends! you both have similar opinions so I feel like you guys would both become friends in no time!

now I think romantically you would go with Cherri bomb

Cherri Bomb is great at comforting people but also encourages things like fighting- she loves to talk and will try and get you to do new things with her! Cherri can be chaotic at times and likes to prank people and crash parties. Cherri isn't used too affection, so she blushes very easily- She will always comfort you when you feel down and agrees that the world is a cruel place. 👍 Cherri relies on violence to fix problems so your gonna have to try and help her be more peaceful because if someone says something she's definitely not going to be afraid to hurt someone. 💀 if you're daydreaming, she'll most likely ask you what your doing-🤦‍♂️ then continue on with her day though she also daydreams about things. 👍👍 she will stand up for you if someone tries to get you to do something you don't want to do like I said she isn't afraid to beat someone up- eventually she's going to try and get you to stand up for yourself too.

#hazbin hotel #cherri bomb #hazbin hotel x reader #cherri bomb x reader

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rainbow-moon-halo · 10 months

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Tomorrow, i am getting breast reconstruction. it's "tissue transfer," I'm so excited to finally have a pair of breasts, even if they are just tissue sculpted to look like breasts. I've had four major surgeries before this one, and I am terrified about the entire thing, but if I know anything about my body, I know it will hold onto whatever's put there. I'm hoping it'll work with us and keep the fat. I'm hoping the surgeon can really do well at this reconstruction and make it look quite nice.

I want to have boobs back. I want to wear bras. I have been missing being nude without having to see holes and lumps and scars, I've been missing lingerie- which is something I love love love. I am really, really hoping this goes well. I am really, really hoping I will have boobs after tomorrow.

Is this detransitioning? First of all, I'm not one of those dumbasses on Reddit whining about getting bamboozled, and trying to make everything they chose to do someone else's responsibility. It's childish to blame anyone but yourself for something you literally had to fight to achieve. Second of all, I love my deep voice, and I loved my top surgery, it was life affirming, it was an emergency rescue from the oubliette that was my macromastia and all the ways evil old men moved around it. Now, I'm having a gentle evolution into a fuller, wholer person. I'm ready for some boobs. Femmes, as they say, can be thems. Masculine presentation is not at the center of the gender presentation "spectrum."

My dream is to see myself naked and go "yeah!" I felt that way the most when I put on a bra with two little pads inside. I don't want enormous breasts- although I love them on people who love having them. I prefer myself with little breasts, so I think this is really achievable. Egh, I've just been thinking in nervous circles all evening.

This year, I put on weight. I'm technically in the """"overweight""" category now (rolling my eyes here). When I was growing up, I was always told I didn't have the right to take up space, and also, that my size- my tallness, my weight- meant I didn't have the right to call myself a girl, and then a woman. There is so much fear, there. I'm afraid of femininity, even though I crave it- I collect girly shit and I love that girly shit on me even more now that my body is so full and robust.

I expected to be embarrassed about gaining weight, and ashamed and ugly-feeling. Instead, taking up that space made me feel real. It feels like I was dissociating before, and now I'm actually in my body. I'm not vanishing, I'm here. I even starting having great sex without having to get drunk or high first!!! That, combined with feeling so beautiful- like gender euphoria level beautiful- with the two small pads that made it look like tiny aa-cups in my bra, really has given me a clue as to what I really need as far as my physicality and presentation. I feel better now. I really sincerely hope that the surgery is successful because then I'll feel like my body truly looks like me.

Also? I have a wedding to attend coming up. I've been holding off clothes shopping because I knew this surgery would slightly change how my clothes fall. I wanted to wait to try stuff on until I had sexy boobs. Heck, I may be able to wear something from the back of my closet and simply see it in a different, potentially nicer light. Wouldn't that be great?

If the surgery is successful, I plan on taking this lovable tall and heavy body to the beach (once I'm cleared to go, lol). I plan to take this lovable tall and heavy body to fancy cafes. I plan to take this lovable tall and heavy body to the botanical garden. My body and I are going on dates. I plan on giving this body lots and lots of love, treating it as if it is as special as it is- this thing holds life. It holds a soul. I've been punishing it on behalf of men's gazes for so long. I owe it so much. I don't want to be an American Patriarchal Society's version of a woman, I don't want my life to center around the desires of the puritanical pedophiles who want me dead and who write half the law and most of the content in this country. I do want to be myself.

Also, strangely, I am realizing that I am unreasonably terrified of the feminine. I'm so terrified of the feminine that I've only ever made offerings to male gods. Like, why am I so afraid of divine women that I can't even look their way? Do I think that any sign of femininity will erase my masculine parts? Do you think there is a goddess out there watching knowingly, waiting for me to figure this s*** out? (Do gods even care enough to watch?) All of my artwork and sculpture work in college featured Maria Dolorosa-esque figures, tortured feminine saints, women rotting or beset by plagues. I was making work about a woman's pain, and here I was for years and years unwilling to look for the feminine within myself. I feel like I'm at a precipice- if I have the strength to face this fear, my heart and soul will become more balanced. It doesn't take away from who I am to embrace my feminine side. I want to be a woman, too. I want to be a woman, too. I want to be a woman, too.

Anyway, I have surgery tomorrow and I'm terrified and hopeful and I have to wake up at 4am and I'm totally unable to sleep.

#rosaliediary

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aplushemporium · 1 year

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Why are there so many text here boxes in your muses list I wanted to read about your muses but I can’t and it’s annoying me

//Oh, uh the template stuff at the end of the document? It's just me being cluttered and lazy. I thought i could save myself the trouble of like, keeping the template nearby to add more dudes, but I'll tidy that out now. I can yeet that into a scrap paper doc or something, apologies for that.

//..Although...

//This one I'm tempted to keep as is because the polygon fighter is a bit of a technical glitch.

//...As for BOYD, he was a bit of a try me that I never really got far with. Kinda can't really do much with him now because of lack of muse and that people seem to dislike the 2017 ducktales.

//The other dudes SHOULD be fine with their mini bios and what not. If not, lemme know. Big apologies for the inconvience!

//Again, thank you for your input! Would appreciate nicer words but, I'll take it! Thanks!

#the kitten storekeeper: ooc #anon #anonymous #mystery flavored peep #mystery flavor peep

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findingyou0711 · 1 year

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Chapter 1

Examination Midterm: Criminal Law 1, October 27, Wednesday.

The first five weeks of being in law school were just hard. In a short time, everyone becomes more competitive and stressed simultaneously.

This semester has driven my classmates and me on edge. Most of us stay up all night, to the point of not sleeping. Although our classes were conducted online due to the lockdowns, we still have a hard time dealing with everything happening. We thought that the school would be nicer to us, especially since cases continue to increase and a new variant of the current virus is more contagious and fatal than the "regular one."

Unlike the regular pen and paper exam, we will do this with a laptop and email. Well, it is much easier than the pen and paper, but I know this is not supposed to be. Despite the online exam, I could feel that this examination was a pain in the ass. Just reading the following questions, I found this very difficult.

"How would I be able to answer these kinds of questions? It seems that all the questions are from the bar question of the year something-something. Man, this is so hard."

The worst is, "This is the subject that I don't even like!"

My fingers were shaking… I could feel the nervousness of everyone coming from their eyes and how they pressed the keyboard.

"Fred, who intends to kill Ben, pulls the trigger of his gun. However, instead of shooting Ben, he shot Robin, which caused his death. What is Fred's criminal liability?"

This question was more straightforward, but as I went with the other questions in the exam, it was so hard I almost wanted to puke!

This examination drives me nuts to the point that I don't even know what I am writing here. I may have written a lot of shit into it.

"Niko! Think! For Pete's sake! Think! Answer this properly! Please don't be a wuss!"

It is hard to type without pressing the keyboard too hard. I hate myself for not studying too hard. I should have answered this examination well if I could budget my time to check on this subject instead of focusing on other matters.

"What am I doing?"

"Do I deserve to be here?"

"Should I just leave here and go abroad and work or something?"

"Why am I staying here if I am just going to fail this exam?"

"Should I just drop this or all of my subjects? For the sake of my sanity?"

I ask these questions when I should be focusing on answering all of the questions in this exam. I have even had the time to think about those things rather than reviewing this subject.

"I am pathetic… very pathetic…."

While trying to answer the exam, a voice that I have not heard since then just pops out in my mind asking this question to me.

"What are you doing right now?"

All of my classmates, except me, at least started their own lives and worked their asses to have money. While I am here, sitting in front of my laptop, studying and still relaying to my parents everything that I am doing. I would admit that after this, I might get double or even triple the salary of my classmates. Maybe, there is a silver lining in this, I guess!

"I'll show you, Lilibeth! I will defeat you because I am way better than you…."

#fiction #my writing #sliceoflife #original novel

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