#it feels so good to play since assignments took most of my time & focus

[bllakcat]

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#⋄ ⊰ cat got your tongue? › ooc. ❜ #i ... accidentally got swept up playing xiv again #it feels so good to play since assignments took most of my time & focus #but i was aiming to finish sarastus' carrd today which failed KSJSJS #i am also planning to upgrade some graphics soon!

[sturnish]

౨ৎ Teachers Pet౨ৎ || ⋆౨ৎ˚ Matt Sturniolo⋆౨ৎ˚ || MasterList ||

ᡣ𐭩 | Warnings - Smut,legal age gap,sir kink,

ᡣ𐭩 | Summary - Y/n is nervous about meeting with Mr. Sturniolo to discuss her grade, but also has a secret crush on him.

As the day went on, Y/n found herself growing more and more nervous about her meeting with Mr. Sturniolo. It wasn't just because she was going to discuss her grade; it was also because she had a secret crush on him. She had been fantasizing about him since the first day of class, and the thought of being alone with him in his office sent shivers down her spine.

When she finally arrived at his classroom, her heart was racing. Mr. Sturniolo, tall and handsome, was sitting at his desk, poring over some papers. He looked up as she entered, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, Y/n. Good of you to join me. Please, have a seat." His voice was deep and commanding, sending a thrill through her body. She could feel her cheeks flush as she took her seat across from him.

The two of them exchanged small talk for a few minutes, but Y/n could barely focus on what he was saying. All she could think about was how she wished they were alone, how she wanted him to touch her. Suddenly, Mr. Sturniolo leaned in, his voice lowering. "Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you."

Her heart skipped a beat as he slid a piece of paper across the desk. Her name was written at the top, followed by a big, red 'F' for her grade on the most recent assignment. She felt a stab of disappointment, but she couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her, the heat in his eyes.

"I think we can work this out," he continued, his voice low and sensual. "Why don't we discuss it further… in my office?" He flashed her a wicked grin, and she felt her entire body respond to his suggestion.

Without another word, she followed him down the hall to his private office. The door clicked shut behind them, and they were alone. Mr. Sturniolo turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "You've been such a good girl today, Y/n. I think you deserve a reward."

Before she could even process what he'd said, he was pressing her against the door, his hands moving up her sides to cup her breasts through her shirt. She gasped as his fingers found her nipples, hardening them beneath his touch. Her head spun as his lips met hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.

He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lace bra. "That's it," he murmured, "let me see all of that beautiful skin." Y/n obediently raised her arms, letting him pull her top off and toss it aside. His eyes raked over her bare chest, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs.

Mr. Sturniolo stepped back, his eyes traveling down her body until they met hers. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He reached out and tugged gently on one of her earrings, pulling her forward until their bodies were pressed together once again. "And you want this, don't you?" He nipped at her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

She moaned, arching her back to get closer to him. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, using his honorific for the first time. "Please."

His hand slid down between their bodies, pushing her panties aside and rubbing circles over her wetness. "Oh, you're wet for me, aren't you?" He growled, the roughness in his voice sending a thrill through her. "You're so fucking wet."

Without warning, he spun her around and bent her over the desk. She gasped as she felt the cool leather against her stinging skin. "You're going to take my cock now," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to show me how much you want it."

She whimpered, unable to believe how much she wanted this, how much she wanted him. He pressed the tip of his erection against her entrance, and she felt herself stretching to accommodate him. "Oh God, yes," she moaned, arching her back further. "Please, Mr. Sturniolo."

With a rough thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her up completely. She cried out, the pain momentarily overwhelming the pleasure. But he didn't stop, didn't let her catch her breath. He began to move, his hips slamming against her again and again, driving his cock deeper inside her with each stroke.

Her nails dug into the desk, her body arching and twisting in response to his brutal rhythm. Her orgasm built inside her, teetering on the edge, and then finally crashing over her in a wave of ecstasy. She screamed his name as her inner walls clenched tight around him, milking his cock. But he didn't stop there, didn't let her come down from the high. He kept thrusting, his eyes locked on hers, until he came as well, his hot cum spilling inside her then pulling his cock out.. He groaned her name, his fingers fucking his cum back into her tight pussy, "Sorry baby, i can't waste any."

"Please sir!" she whines. "Please, what?" he teases. "Please, fuck me again!"

He chuckles, lowering her back down to the desk. "Been a bad girl, haven't you?" He asks, smirking. "Well, you'll just have to take your punishment." With that, he pulls her back up by her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze, and then slams her back down on his cock again.

She cries out, the sudden pain causing her to tense up. He growls, slapping her ass hard. "Take it, Y/n," he commands. "Take my cock."

Tears well up in her eyes, but she does as she's told, relaxing her body and letting him use her. He begins to fuck her harder now, his hips slamming against her, driving his cock deeper inside her. She can feel the tears streaming down her face, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is his thrusts, the way they make her feel.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "Give it all to me." And she does, surrendering to the pleasure and the pain, giving him everything she's got.

As her orgasm builds once again, she feels him tense up inside her. She looks up at him, their eyes meeting, and then he comes, pouring his hot cum deep into her. His body goes rigid, and he growls, his hips bucking violently against her.

She cries out, her own orgasm finally cresting, and then he collapses on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the desk. He kisses her roughly, their tongues tangling together as they both catch their breath.

Finally, he pulls out, his cock sliding free from her wetness. She looks down at the mess they've made on the desk, and then up at him. "Is that it, Mr. Sturniolo?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "Am I forgiven?"

He smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, you're forgiven, all right," he says. "But now you're mine."

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fluff

[brains4brawn]

Summer Camp, Football

I was so excited for science camp, it would be my last year as I would start college in the fall. The camp was huge and divided into four major sections; Arts, Sports, Science, and Space with Sports taking up most of the land. The different parts of the camp didn't mingle too much but every Fourth of July there was a gigantic celebration.

It was great seeing old friends and getting to bunk in one of the smaller Sci cabins. My best friend Jeff was assigned with me and we went over the catalog to see what classes there were for the seniors.

In the distance we could hear the rowdy football jocks. It was a trade off, the smaller more private cabins were on the outer perimeter close to the sports section, specifically the footballers. Jeff and I just ignored them while we made our schedules for the following 8 weeks. I started to unpack my huge suitcase into the dresser beside my bed, in the second drawer was a small football key chain with the camp logo emblazoned on it. I picked it up and got a slight static shock, I showed it to Jeff and he thought that some meathead must have forgotten it. We both laughed and well both got slightly turned on at the thought of one of those jocks sleeping in our beds.

The day went by quickly and soon we had our introduction dinner and met everyone in Sci. Soon though I was in bed, tired but excited for tomorrow.

Tomorrow came to early, I awoke at 4:19 am with tons of energy! It was like lightning had struck, i bounced out of bed and began to quietly pace hoping not to disturb Jeff. I decided to go outside where I heard grunting in the distance. I followed the sounds to a flat track woven in-between some cabins where some big jocks were doing an early morning run. One of them saw me and motioned to me, for some reason i went closer. This guy was stunning, he was shirtless and showing off his rock hard body. I felt my penis begin to tent as i drew close, He asked why I was here and I made up some story that my dad always takes me on early jogs and if i could join them. He looked me over and then said that any bro is welcome to join.

I got back around 6:30 my body sore but energized. Jeff was still softly snoring on his side of the cabin. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a shower. Jeff was just getting out of bed when I re-entered the bedroom, he rushed past me into the vacant bathroom, while he was getting ready I still was overcome with energy. I went to a spot on the wood floor and proceeded to do some pushups until I heard the shower turn off.

The next week flew by as I developed a new morning routine. Every morning I'd be up at 4am and jogging with Seth and his bros. They were all really welcoming, and I was having a great time just not thinking. Heck, Jeff even commented one day that I was looking healthier. It felt weird to keep this from my best friend but I know he wouldn't understand. Even though the guys here were awesome, Jeff had been bullied practically his entire life back home.

Afternoons soon became torture as my Sci projects were becoming harder to focus on. My body was brimming with energy and I couldn't wait for the two hours of free time before dinner. Jeff and I used to sit and watch the hunky Jocks play their different sports during the afternoon breaks but now I had the urge to join them. I feel bad for ditching Jeff but now I get in the water and go for a swim or grab some boots and go on a short hike.

Its been almost four weeks since camp started and I haven't felt this good in years. Every morning I get up and run with my bro Seth and the gang, then go and work out at the sports camp gym. By the time I get back to the cabin to shower and change Jeff is already gone. I feel bad for the little bro, he's obviously gay and a guy with my bod can't be easy to room with. It still kinda sucks that I'm in a Sci cabin but at least I'm not far from the rest of the footballers. After morning PT I go to strategy sessions and game history. Then the afternoon is spent playing touch footie with the guys.

The Fourth of July was a blast. All the different sports teams came together and we had scrimmages all day. The Sci Nerds showed off some dope looking robots and the Space Dweebs launched rockets. Later on the Theater Dorks put on a talent show, then came a cookout dinner BBQ. Lastly came the fireworks. As the sky was bombarded by the light, I noticed Jeff off by himself. Not wanting anyone to be alone I picked up my things and moved closer to him. Sitting next to him it was hard not to notice just how much smaller my cabin bro was.

At first he tried to ignore me, but fuck i am not someone who is ignored easily. I scooted my perfect ass up beside him and he told me to go away. I just sat there letting him get used to my presence, I felt an odd need to be protective of the little guy. I heard a sigh and then in a whisper Jeff asked if I knew how perfect I was.

Well duh, I am tall proportionally muscular and let's face it, any guy would be lucky to have a piece of me. Something awoke inside me, feelings that I knew were there but didn't want to admit. I was Mr. Popular, big man on campus, life of the party, but somewhere in the last month I had devolved a crush on this lonely nerd.

It was after midnight when Jeff and I got back to the cabin. I woke up with the little nerd spooning against my bod. Fuck it felt good having him next to me, my morning wood pressed against his back. Jeff woke up slowly and I felt the goosebumps as he realized his situation. His head tilted up and he looked into my eyes, I took the chance and kissed him gently..... which quickly turned into a passionate make out session... which....well, let's say the little nerd is one of the best cocksuckers ever. The moment I erupted into his mouth a slight bit of static electricity passed from me into him.

From then on we became inseparable. Jeff joined me for morning PT and came to support the team in our mock tournament with our sister campgrounds, while I tried my best to support his Sci shit. By the time we left, Jeff had put on some decent size and was getting along with all my bros on the team.

Epilogue:

Two men stand in the tiny cabin, marveling at how they'd spent so much time in such a cramped space. The taller man had just finished his second season in the NFL while his shorter husband had become the CEO of his own successful startup. The men stood there, reminiscing on how they met the summer before college and how they couldn't imagine life without each other. Jeff gave his husband's hand a squeeze before the two of them started their summers as owners of this special place.

#nerdtojock #reality change #male muscle growth #mentaltf #muscletf #personality change #muscle god #Ai art #Muscle4all #tf

[satoruhour]

hey t it’s me again 😔 i saw u have choso on ur masterlist and it got me thinking back to the brothers bff/bff’s brother debate and now i can’t decide which is better

being yuuji’s sister and getting used to choso always being at ur house bc him and yuuji r inseperable and ur always acting annoyed but secretly u love having him around bc he’s super sweet and respectful to his friend’s sister and over the years u also become close w him and can’t help but slowly fall for him bc he is so gentle and protective w u

oorrr being yuuji’s bff and always hanging around at his house but his quiet, grumpy introvert of a brother choso avoids being around u bc he doesn’t wanna overstep his brother’s boundaries. u always think he’s annoyed by you when actually he would love to be friends (or more) with u bc u r the literal sunshine in his life and he’s dying to talk to you but he is too afraid

aahh t...need your thoughts. now!

a/n: sorry this took so long jelly !!!! but why not both...? 0.7k / 0.8k ✶

i. choso as your older brother’s best friend

it’s at fourteen that your older brother, yuji, starts to bring a pale guy to his house. he looks dead in the eyes most of the time, hair tied up in matching buns and they were unkempt, just like the rest of his clothes, but he made them look good. and although he looks like he just walked through hell, his voice was gentle, timid.

you bow slightly when he enters the house for the first time, a grunt escaping you when yuji throws an arm around you forcefully and introduces you with the same booming voice he’s had since five. since then choso’s been coming around more and more, and you’re happy to at least see yuji smile a little more ever since your grandpa died — they’re not entirely guarded about their time together too, because sometimes yuji would drag you over to play stupid dress up games and you’re the one they listen to when you tell them purple is a terrible colour against stark, bright red.

within months, choso’s soon to treat you just like how yuji does: a little annoying and insufferable just like a big brother is, and soon you find yourself warming up to him: giving him highfives, being able to go out with him on ice cream outings, giving him stickers that you buy to paste on his skateboard. he’s always asking if you’re okay, too — he has heating pads for when you get shitty cramps, he has plasters for when you skate a little too fast on his skateboard.

they’re so inseparable that it almost feels unreal when you still see choso at twenty one years old in your first year of university while yuji’s in his third, bringing him over often in weird spots of time.

“how’s university treating you?” choso asks from across the room, lying down and staring blankly into the ceiling; he’s mindlessly playing with his lips. you’re reading a book on a couch in the bedroom, though you’re hardly digesting any information from how loudly yuji is clacking on the keys. he’s not aware of how loud he’s being either, music blasting into his ears as he rushes for an assignment.

“it’s alright,” you sigh, wincing when yuji almost spoils by slamming the spacebar. it’s futile trying to focus now, so you abandon your book totally, dumping it on the bed to sit by choso’s side on the bed, “though one of my professors is a total ass.”

“is it mr. shuichiro?” you just scrunch up your face and nod, another defeated sigh leaving your lips. 

“how’d you know?”

“not telling ya,” choso smiles. it’s not like you hadn’t seen yuji’s best friend smile before. there’s laughter, grins, everything on top, but never like this. the older man’s eyes crinkle when he smiles too, and you realise you’ve never looked hard enough to notice it. but you were unaware that today would be the day that would get you staring (and also would get you sputtering in retaliation).

you tsk, “annoying,” and you know the other knows you don’t mean it. not when later on he’s slipping a blanket over yuji who’s passed out at his desk, who offers to make you some hot chocolate when you can’t sleep. all these years have not turned you blind to choso’s selflessness, but because he was so casual about it, it hadn’t made a mark on you until you’re borrowing a hair tie from the other after yours snapped that same night.

“here,” he removes his buns, shoulder-length hair falling to frame his face, “you can have i—”

and you’d have more decorum on other days, but you’re so enamoured with how often his quiet acts of service happen that you reach out to touch his soft hair. you’re awkwardly twisting against the kitchen island, strands of black into your fingers and you gasp as you come to your senses when you get a sudden cramp up your leg.

choso’s the first to react, scooping you up effortlessly as you yelp, hands quickly wrapping around his neck. and then he laughs when you’re glaring at him through hooded lids and messy hair while everywhere else is tingling like frostbite. your heart is the fastest when choso leans down, pecking your forehead softly with a smile that shows relief, you think.

“let’s get you to bed, pretty.”

ii. choso as your best friend’s older brother

“aniki! come say hi to my friend.” your best friend itadori yuji needs everything but a loudhailer, because his voice easily carries throughout the house. he didn’t exactly need to shout either, because it was an small apartment with neighbours and you heard they’ve already got multiple complaints about yuji and his older brother playing DDR while shouting like dogs.

there’s grumbling when choso inches out from his room, a muffled rock song playing on the speakers. paramore. you bow when he finally reaches the two of you and you almost wish yuji hadn’t called his brother out when he looks like he would kill you. two years older than you both, his black hair is tied up messily into matching buns, eyes lined with faint makeup but choso sees your bow and scrambles to do the same, offering you a smile.

“you datin’ her?”

yuji chokes on his drink the next time he brings you over to complete a partner assignment, interrupted with the sudden question. similarly, the hands on your laptop halt too and your head snaps back to look at his older brother incredulously.

“anikiii!” yuji whines because it works on choso, seeing it take effect immediately when all he does is put up his hands in surrender and purses his lips, a smile tugging at his lips before his eyes shift to you. by then, yuji’s already moving onto the next section of your combined essay, but you linger just a little longer in choso’s gaze, who just shoots you a resigned smile and leaves.

“you like paramore?” you ask on another day, focusing on devouring a snack bar. choso nods, amongst other times where you’ve asked are you in university like us too? and he shakes his head. do you wear anything other than black? and he mumbles “no”.

warming up takes a while; you’re able to speak your mind whenever, so you’re usually the one initiating conversations that usually result in nods and one-worded answers. it doesn’t dampen your spirit, though you speak out less and less around him until choso picks up the pace again — he since then, you’re the only person worth communicating to.

choso only ever talks when you start, and most days are spent in his room avoiding the both of you, but mainly you, and he isn’t sure when those feelings of wanting personal space turns into varied feelings of wanting to see you more.

“choso? your dinner’s ready,” you call through the door, reluctantly accepting yuji’s plea for a favour when he realised he had nightly club activities to attend, shooting up from his bed before sprinting to the university nearby. you’re left with heating up the leftovers from yesterday, and yuji emphasised that you make sure that he comes out for his food.

you didn’t expect the door to open so fast, contrary to yuji’s experiences, taken aback by how dishevelled choso looked. your curious eyes couldn’t help but wander past him, looking into his room with renewed curiosity at the posters on his wall and the iMac on his table. there’s a tab open, a video that’s entirely out of his style playing faintly.

“here.” you smile, hand outstretched as you pass him a bowl of udon noodles, not noticing how choso wills his fingers to stop shaking at almost being found out and you think he’s going to go back into his man cave, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he asks “wanna watch a movie?”

two bowls of udon finished, you’re halfway through the rom-com he suggested, and maybe you’ve been too caught up in your perception of him that maybe he’s not all that stoic and mean-looking. glancing down you see the rings that adorn his fingers and how his nail-polish is chipped and the tips of his fingers are red, and maybe they’re calloused from playing his guitar or working on his iMac, but you won’t know for sure until you find out; that’s a lie you tell yourself.

if yuji was here, he’d burst out laughing — his best friend and big brother stuck in an awkward predicament — at your finger tracing his knuckles and veins on his hand. but there’s no shrill laughter to quell the situation and fluster on both your cheeks, unfortunately. in a swift motion, choso swallows his pride and aches to hold your hand, but he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries, so he pulls away and scurries back to his room and you’re soon lamenting over your stupid mistake.

but then choso comes back, an unfinished product in his hands. it’s an average-sized bouquet of paper flowers, but so far there’s only three flowers finished and he’s apologising — you realise earlier, he had been learning how to make flowers for you. “i’m sorry— i didn’t know how else to—” you place a hand on the one holding the bouquet, scooting closer to him with a sweet smile.

“i like you, too, choso,” placing your lips on his cheek, you get a whiff of his cologne, giggling when you see a faint blush on his cheeks that puffs out at your confession. your laughter is cut off when choso places down the bouquet and pulls you into his side, already feeling at home within the warmth of his embrace.

“you’re going to be the death of me.”

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[unidot]

Some Fade Valorant headcanons from my twt

-Since her powers are not mind reading and not clear, she also uses her psychology knowledge to base assumptions on people and use their fears against them more affectively

-Fidgets with her hands a lot. She either uses an object to keep her hands busy or uses her nightmare tendrils

-Doing henna and drawing are some kind of meditation for her. They help her to keep herself grounded when the nightmares and visions get especially bad

-She prefers bitter coffee

-Born in the city of Bursa, later moved to İstanbul

-She doesnt have a cat of her own, mostly takes care of street cats

-She loves homemade food but is not that good at cooking so she mostly goes to restaurants that makes homemade like food

-She is 167 cm (5ft6) tall and is 27-28 years old

-since its confirmed that the nightmare is not a seperate entity, the prowlers act on her most basic emotions deep down (playing with people she likes, hissing at people she dislikes etc)

-She cant shut down her powers because they work like a 6th sense in a way. She constantly feels the fear and discomfort around her but choses to not focus on it

-Designed her own nazar symbol

-She is really bad at singing

-likes photography and she is good at it thanks to needing to take a lot of photos in her job

-Knows hacking because she hacked into Cypher's computers and compiled all the information on the protocol without being detected

-she sometimes plays chess with Cypher

-Her favorite color is blue (color of nazar, her vest and her ult)

-does coffee fortune telling for her friends

-her favourite food is mantı

-didnt really had a good education but has a lot of knowledge on stuff thanks to reading a lot and doing a lot of research on stuff she is curious about

-She was really skinny when she joined vp (mostly because she didnt really took good care of herself as she did research for her blackmail attack) gained some fat and muscle after vp's food and training

-she learned some German in middleschool and highschool. With that vp has 2 agents who both knows Turkish and German (Kj being half Turkish from her mothers side)

-Omen and her dms are full of cat videos they found

-her prowlers name is Karabasan

-her favorite book genres are books that explore the human mind or detective books

-she tans easily

-she dislikes swimming. Prefers to read a book on the beach

-she is generally tidy but can get messy when she is focused on a mission. Her desk especially becomes a mess

-she smells like coffee and burnt sages

-she doesn't really care about other agents' opinions on her. She is still friendly sometimes and civil to them, but if they don't forgive her, she honestly doesn't give a shit. And agents that still dislike her are mostly civil towards her

-if she is feeling down, she often goes on walks outside. Helps to clear her mind

-its hard for her to care for something or someone. But if she does, she cares so much

-she has a motorcycle back home. It's easier and more efficient for her since Istanbul traffic can be hell

-she is great at gambling or games like gambling since she is observant and can just feel the peoples fear or anxiety of losing

-she sometimes falls asleep (passes out) on random places if she hasn't slept in a really long time

-Omen knit a sweater and a scarf for her

-she gets along with Harbor really well. They share books and talk about their experiences with working in Realm while drinking tea or coffee

-she can really relate to Neon with not being able to control her powers fully and that affecting her life and relationships. She doesn't admit it, though

-she plays backgammon with Cypher and Harbor

-she spends a lot of time and effort on her "messy" appearance

-she is one of the busiest agents. She gets a lot of assignments (mostly intel work)

-she knows all of the agents' most secrets and fears but she honestly couldnt care less. Your secret is safe with her (If you are on her good side)

-she prefers to use a Phantom than a Vandal

-she finds Dizzy cute because she looks like a sleepy kitten

-she is still secretly salty about KAY/O catching her

-she and Skye dont really like eachother that well but they see eachother often during the early mornings (Skye going for a morning run and Fade still not sleeping) and Skye's tiger and Fade's prowlers likes to play so they end up seeing eachother more than they would like

-Used to go to clubs and bars often. Mostly to stay awake and keep her mind busy

-She is actually kinda rich. Her bounty hunter job paid her well

-Secretly wants Neon's black cat plushie but would never admit it

-she is really great at reading people but she is bad at interacting positively towards them. Her compliments or her comforting words can be awkward or just not appropriate

-other than cats, one of the other animals she really likes is octopuses

-she and Chamber trade expensive coffee

-she has a lot of scars on her body

-she is not that psychically strong compared to other agents

-she has high alcohol tolerance

-names all the cats she looks after on the streets. Either gives them cute names or just normal human names

-she is superstitious. Mostly about nazar

-her hand writting is really messy

-she was born left handed but she is now ambidextrous

#valorant #valorant headcanons #headcanons #fade valorant #valorant fade #uni talks

[megumi-fm]

16th - 20th October || 86 to 90 days of 100 150dop

hi besties! it's been a while since i updated on here properly. there was kind of an infestation issue but now it's all flushed out and I'm back! i've decided to upgrade my days of productivity challenge to 150 total days because i have 40 days of uni remaining (as well as additional exam days) and I wanted to note all of them down and wrap it up in this challenge itself. I'm also gonna start adding memes and random non-productivity updates, just so I feel more motivated to actually post stuff, instead of procrastinating and clubbing too many days at once.

🎶: Hayloft II by Mother Mother 🔉: MAG053 The Crusader

💌: today I am grateful for music! i've been in a funk recently, but my playlists has really been helping me through it <3

my main focus for the past few days and especially today (20th Oct) has been to complete an assignment on 3D bioprinting and it's relevance in drug testing. I've done a lot of research and learnt a lot of interesting things, but my interest has also led me to getting too distracted and not actually wrapping up the project. I really hope I finish it by tonight, I like how it's looking so far.

i spent yesterday (19th Oct) with my cousins and my sister, I took them to this gaming arcade and babysat them for the day. they seemed to have a good time, I enjoyed a day out of the house as well. we spent so much time there, I managed to upgrade the game card to a gold tier :P we also had taco bell for lunch <3

the day before that (18th Oct) I spent a couple hours on my week3 neuroscience lectures. the concepts are comparatively challenging to understand, so i sat through them many times, I'm yet to make notes for them

on Tuesday (17th Oct) I had extra classes (booo it was the most boring time ever) and a dentist appointment after, so I couldn't really get much done. the dental clinic was just a kilometer or two away from home, so I just walked back, taking pictures of the greenery on the way

i didn't have uni on Monday (16th Oct) so I ended up waking up late but i did clean my room and chart out a work plan the weeks until this semester ends. I've been trying to follow it best I can but oh well, things keep popping up from time to time

in the midst of this I'm in the midst of massive nationwide cricket fever (the world cup is going on and we're doing really well! we've won every match we played so far!) It's also festival time here so I have holidays this week (we don't celebrate at home but my friends call me home and I get to partake with them so it's really nice). And this is coupled with my insane levels of consumption of The Magnus Archives Podcast 24/7 xD. Additionally, I have quite a chunk of AI-ML work to get done by this week (SGD and XBoost model development) and I don't know the first thing about it or where to even start so I'm kind of avoiding it for the moment. Hoping to start that once I'm done with this 3d bioprinting presentation. Fingers crossed!

#2023dop #100dop #yes it is a loooooong post but i don't do 'read more's so if you follow me you're stuck with my incessant ramblings whoops #and I've added colours to spice it up too XD #studyspo #studyblr #100 days of productivity #study blog #100 days of self discipline #study motivation #100 dop #100 days of studying #biology student #college student #student life #stem studyblr #study blr #adhd studyblr #stem student #long post #study inspo #stemblr #uniblr

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

I was just doing my nightly routine of “sad emo depressed “you can’t fix a broken heart”🖤🥀” music so I can sleep like a new born baby

Me after my “sad emo depressed “you can’t fix a broken heart”🖤🥀” music

And then it occurred to me that these two songs are so insanely Y/N and Megumi coded I feel the need to explain it right now.

I just threw out the love of my dreams - weezer:

This is Y/Ns literal anthem idec. Sure to me when I just listen to the song I typically feel like it’s more about a breakup since it says “I just threw out the love of my dreams” and “want for him to stay” as in hes leaving bc they aren’t tgth anymore but flip it and reverse it and you get a whole new meaning, if you focus on different words. The first line imma focus on is “never before have I felt this way” well we know that for a fact Why Enn(Y/N I’ll do anything but call Y/N Y/N these days‼️)is literally emotionally constipated like she’s unable to work out why they feels the way they do because they’ve never felt that way before about anyone, esp someone they’re meant to hate. And let’s go back a little to the start of the song when it says “I’m so tall can’t get over me I’m so low can’t get under me” and “I must be made of steel” they also really represent Why Enn and again, they’ve been emotionally inept thus far, they’re a stubborn person and they stand their ground, people can’t move them yk? And then the “for I just threw out the love of my dreams” if we take this in a new light, look at it differently, Why Enn knows deep down they like megumi but they refuse to admit this fact and that’s leading to complications in their current relationship which could COULD ultimately wedge a gap between them. Also the “even though my love is a world a way” is kinda megumi coded bc Why Enn be so delusion I think they be living on planet zog Gaddamn🙏😭

I don’t smoke - Mitski

Again, the meaning of this song is absolutely not this, but idk music is music and I’d be damned if it wasn’t up for interpretation. Anyway this song is the EPITOME of megumi for many reasons, first the most obvious part of the song “if you need to be mean be mean to me” this is megumi coded bc he literally didn’t care WHAT Why Enn did to him so long as they acknowledged him, he also just wanted to help them the best he could. Another part of this song is “being with you makes the flame burn good” again, so megumi, bc as I already mentioned he would do anything at one point so long as they acknowledge him. Another line, tbh all of them show the same thing bc that’s kinda what the song is about “you can lean on my arm as you break my heart” again, being told by the “love of your life” (quotes bc at this point it wasn’t set in stone) to not play a joke on them is pretty painful but he still took it and literally bounced back yk like a king🙏🙏

Okay anyway i think this should be more of a message to me bc instead of putting this much analysis into a song why don’t i do this for my literature revision‼️‼️🤣🤣🤣🙁 sorry for the long ask I needed to get this out into the world (or onto smth just out of my head)

BAE BAE BAE BAE COLLAPSES TO MY KNEES AND HAS A HEART ATTACK OH MY GODDDD UR FUCKING MIND????? THE WAY THESE R SO ACCURATE ??? i adore u . i adore when people psychoanalyze and assign characters or situations songs i’m going to eat ur brain . i was hyped and nodding and agreeing the whole time i was reading this… thank u…

#axel answers ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ #axel answers// abi

[thegrandlinesimp]

Heya Line! 💗 Congratulations on 100 followers, I am very proud of you for reaching this milestone! 🤗 I've been in a very fluffy, lovey dovey mood lately so may I request D, K, and W from the fluff alphabet for our most beloved mochi husband, Katakuri? This wonderful deserves the world and more, it is my life mission to spread the love for Katakuri as much as possible 😉 Thank you so much! Don't feel pressured to write this either, it is up to you if you want to take this request 💕

I

AM

ALIVE!!!!!!

*Eye of the Tiger chorus plays*

I’m back to writing, my final assignment is coming along well, all I have left to do is the annotations for all the resources I found (the finding took the most time so I’m glad I took time off writing to focus on that). Finish the wireframe (draft layout of a webpage) and do the report. I know it sounds like a lot but trust me, it isn’t.

AND WE’RE KICKING IT OFF WITH A KATA REQUEST!!!

MY SWEET MOCHI HUSBAND!!!

Wanna stay up to date? Come sign my taglist form!

Tagging:   @lautluk

Katakuri Fluff Alphabet: D, K, W

(Look at him, he's so cool! 😍)

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

His ideal future with his s/o is surprisingly very white piquet fence-esque, cozy house in the woods, at least half a dozen children running around (he doesn’t mind if they’re biologically his or not) and a dog and a cat that like to lounge in the sun together.

But he’s all too aware this can’t become a reality if he wants to continue to protect his large family.

His more realistic future is quite calculated, thinking beyond if his mother was to pass away from old age, he knows either Perospero or himself will take her place as head of the Big Mama pirates. If a brawl were to occur for the spot, he knows he’d come out on top, same if it came down to a family vote thanks to his popularity. With this path thought out, he pictures himself on a throne as the new King of Totto Land, his s/o either on his lap or by his side. As for kids, he sees himself having a sizeable brood of children, no more than fourteen and a bare minimum of three, most of which are adopted (think like Doflamingo taking in stray kids but for less nefarious reasons and more to just give them a home).

Kiss (Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Kata? A kisser?

Nope, not till he met his s/o.

First step here is for him to first reveal his face to them, once they show him they don’t see anything wrong it’ll still be quite some time before he’s ready to kiss them. Mostly because he’s scared his teeth will hurt them.

For his first kiss (and quite a few after) he won’t initiate, and after the first couple of times he’s gonna be checking their lips to see if he hurt them or not. Slow and steady is the way to go with Katakuri, honestly, I think he’d be sleep with his partner before trying a full on make out with them. However, as he gains experience, so too will his confidence grow and he’ll be less hesitant to initiate, just give him time.

Though if his s/o individually kisses each of his four fangs he will get chocked up, no matter how hot and heavy things have gotten.

Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

This man lives for cuddles, has no idea what being touch starved meant till his s/o cuddled up to him one night. He now requires them to get to sleep and is restless if he ever has to go away on a mission for his mother.

Also, please for the love of god if his partner is bigger than or a similar size to him let him be the little spoon every now and then. Man hasn’t been held since he was an infant and it makes him feel so warm and happy inside, he feels like crying! In fact, even if they are smaller than him, they should just drape themselves over his shoulder as he lies on his side.

Just hold him please, it makes him so happy.

#charlotte katakuri x reader #katakuri x reader #katakuri x y/n #katakuri x you #one piece #charlotte katakuri #fluff #fluff alphabet #100 event #my writing

[redlerred7]

You know he had to do it to 'em

I know I drew Brandon p recently, but I'm already going down my list of OCs anyway. Might as well draw all of them.

Backstory/character summary under the cut

Brandon Lim was a sickly boy growing up, spending most of his time reading in bed. His favorite kinds of stories were of knights fighting dragons and saving princesses. He liked to imagine himself as one such knight, but eventually realized that he wasn't physically capable of becoming one.

Years after his sister was born, it became apparent that she was significantly more athletic than he was. Feeling inadequate, he pushed himself to do well in school, since he believed it was the only thing he could be good at. For the most part, he succeeded, receiving an academic scholarship to an expensive private highschool due to his excellent grades.

While at that private highschool, he worked hard to maintain the grades necessary to keep his scholarship. When the course material started becoming too difficult and the assignment workload started becoming too large, he started pushing himself even harder. He regularly ended up sacrificing sleep and meals simply to keep up.

Two years into highschool, his self-distructive study habits finally caught up to him. He collapsed in the middle of class and had to be hospitalized. During his hospitalization, he found out that his behavior had caused much damage to his body and it would take him a long time to recover—and even then, he would never be able to recover completely. Realizing that he could have prevented this, he resigned himself to his fate. With the weight of his failures on his shoulders, he gave up any hope of amounting to anything himself and decided to focus on supporting his sister's efforts. Apparently, she had a potential career in dance ahead of her.

After a year of rest, he'd recovered enough to at least go back to school. He'd lost his scholarship in that time, so he transferred to a nearby public school in the city. Unfortunately, going to that school did not play nicely with his condition. The polluted city air and the dusty old school building irritated his lungs and made it difficult to breath. It took only a few months before he collapsed again. He died in the hospital with his mother and sister at his bedside, once again feeling like he'd failed them.

He next awoke in the Dream, now with the power to induce a state of fatigue and exhaustion in his targets. This power also worked in reverse if he so wished, re-energizing and revitalizing people.

He is still unsure of what his calling is, but he's decided to use his power to support two of his fellow Dreamers whenever they hunt Nightmares.

(note that this backstory/summary is only so long because I'm in the middle of writing a novel about Brandon and two of my other OCs)

#original character #OCs #OC #OCart #OC backstory #rkgk #sketch #tablet sketch #colored #digital drawing #redlerred7 draws #OC 03 Brand #no one knows who my OCs are

[kellanved-ammanas]

Demoman Pals & Ships - Pyro - Fade to Black

[A/N] I have been trying to get myself to start posting this for literally more than a month now but just kept not being in the mood to do it because I want to explain what I'm doing so that people can appreciate that this is a writing exercise, that though fun, is actually kinda hard and is a pretty big commitment. Here it finally is though because I finally sat down to post it when I actually have time to figure out how I want to explain it.

Explanation: first I assigned each merc a number and used a random number generator which landed on Demo. Then for each drabble I rolled again and used a prompt generator to get a prompt. I do these latter two things right before sitting down to write each drabble, meaning I basically have no time to think about what I'm gonna write before it's time to start writing. Which is the point, I'm pushing myself a little while also keeping it in comfortable parameters of knowing the drabble's gonna feature Demo interacting with someone (except for the bonus last drabble, he's alone in that one). My one constraint is that I have to write from that someone's POV (again except for the last one for obvious reasons). And I'm gonna do this for each of the nine mercs.

Also, I've done something like this before. In that one I had a focus on making most of the drabbles shippy to explore new ships (and discovered multiple that I liked in the process). I'm not doing that on this one, just them interacting. A lot of them ended being kinda shippy anyway and most could probably be read either way.

~

Pyro woke slowly, his head pounding. He rolled over, burying his face into the soft pillow. It was no use though. He was already awake and his throat was about as dry as the New Mexico desert. With a groan, he rolled back over to look up at the ceiling. A familiar ceiling but not the ceiling in his room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Demo said with a tired sounding chuckle from somewhere to Pyro’s right. “Good morning.”

Pyro could only groan again.

“Yeah, I feel ya. There’s some water and a bottle pain pills on the nightstand though, the good stuff from the Doc’s office.”

Those two things were about the only things that could get Pyro to move right now. He pushed himself up and slid over to sit on the edge of the bed. Demo’s bed because he was in Demo’s room. He still wore his suit but his mask, boots, and gloves had been taken off and lain on the nightstand next to the promised bottles of water and pain pills.

Pyro took two, downing them with the entire bottle of water. Seemingly fresh from the fridge, it was possibly the greatest water he’d ever tasted. Upon finishing it, he crumbled up the bottle and tossed it in trashcan by the door, or tried to anyway. His aim was off and it landed next to the can instead of in it. Ugh.

With a sigh, he stood and put it in manually. “What happened?” he asked as he sat back on the edge of the bed, turning his head to look at Demo seated in the lounge chair Pyro had helped him dissemble and put back together in here a couple weeks ago. He lay back in it, looking just as hungover as Pyro felt.

“How much you remember?”

“Hmm… we went to town and then to the bar and then… I don’t know.” Everything seemed to fade to black from there. Clearly alcohol had been involved somehow though.

“Scout convinced you to play beer pong with him. Bastard didn’t invite me, probably cause he knew I’d win but still. Anyway, after that you decided you simply had to set the bar on fire and would not let it rest even after I took your lighters away. We had to drag you out before we got kicked out and banned again. You passed out during the car ride home.”

“Oh.” Despite going to the bar with the rest of the team every Sunday, Pyro didn’t drink often. In large part because doing so around the mask was a bit of a pain. Since starting to trust Demo enough to be comfortable around him without out it though, he’d been a bit more lax with loosening it around everyone else too. “Did I win?”

“Huh?”

“Against Scout. Did I win?”

“He played slightly better table tennis but passed out before you so yeah, I’d say you won.”

“Good.” Even if it wasn’t the cleanest victory and he didn’t remember any part of it, Pyro would still take that was a victory.

Too uncomfortable to sit here for much longer, he stood, giving himself room to unzip the suit and slip out of it. After wearing it most of yesterday and then sleeping in it, taking it off was like finding fresh air after being tramped in a dank tunnel for a week. A massive relief! ... He could really use a shower though. Meaning he would have to put it back on in order to go through the halls all the way to the shower. Something he really wasn’t in the mood to do right now. Instead…

“You want to go back to bed?” he asked as he looked over at Demo again.

“Now that you mention it… that sounds like a good plan. I’d tried to get up but… I’m too hungover for all this.” He lifted a hand to gesture vaguely in the air, indicating life in general. Pyro couldn’t agree with that sentiment more. They could sleep for a little bit more before getting up for real.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #demoman #pyro #demopyro

[avatar-saiki]

The Gift That Keeps Giving

Mammon/Reader, 3.9k words

Rating: SFW, T

Summary:

Mammon realizes it's not the gift itself that makes him feel special, it's you.

(aka I wanted to write something cute for his birthday)

Birthdays were, without a doubt, one of the best things humans had ever come up with.

After money of course.

Who’d even argue having a day dedicated to themselves wasn’t the greatest thing ever? A whole day for those around them to celebrate and shower them with praises and gifts. It easily, easily made September his favorite time of the year after celebrating that first birthday.

Which was saying a lot, since he never really cared much about the goofy things humans did on Earth and only half listened whenever Belphie got excited about something. Oh wow, humans learned smacking sticks together made fire how cool… Oh look at that now they put the plants where they want them isn’t that neat. Oh ain’t that just swell? They took a river that went one way and made it go another way! Why? Who cares! It’s a stupid river!

But birthdays?

Birthdays were pretty great.

Sure, there were a few that didn’t go as planned, and maybe someone might say he’d get a little carried away with the partying and excitement, but what could they expect? It was a day unlike any other, because it was his day.

His day that…

“Mammon, what’d you get for number seven?” you asked while scratching down an answer on the parchment before you, “I want to compare to see how far off I am.”

“Uh… thirty-two.” he said without a second thought, having, quite honestly, forgotten what the question even was. Being able to study with you helped him focus sometimes, but he had to play things carefully. If his grades improved too fast or too often, Lucifer’s impossible expectations might rise even higher.

“Thirty-“ You sat back in your seat and looked at him, befuddled. “Mammon, it’s a multiple choice. Thirty-two isn’t even an option.”

“Wh- Well I meant that on the next one then!”

Your befuddlement went dry. “Number eight’s a true or false.”

“What! That can’t be right.” He leaned forward and grabbed your textbook, skimming over the page.

You laughed and pushed it closer to him, “Something tells me you didn’t even read the assignment.”

“I did! Well… kinda. I opened the book at least.”

“Yours isn’t even on the right page!”

“Shaddup!” He pushed your book away and leaned over his own, flipping to the correct page this time and crossing out his previous answers.

So, okay he didn’t want to try that hard but he didn’t want to look like a total idiot.

You hummed, keeping to yourself for a moment or two while he scribbled his answers down quickly, not-so-subtly pushing your own paper closer to him for easy glancing. “And here I thought you took our study dates seriously.”

Ink bled across his new answer for number six, and he cursed under his breath. Pressed too hard, way too hard.

“W-Well yeah, you know how it is. I can only be strung up so many times before it starts cuttin’ into my schedule. I gotta make an effort once in a while.”

“Yeah, good point.” you said dismissively, leaning back in your seat and leaving him in confused, frantic peace, scribbling away as if he could somehow focus any better than before.

“I was almost starting to think it’s because you like me.”

“What-!”

This time the quill tip caught, tearing a small hole across number seven.

You smirked and nodded to it, “Really hate that question, don’t ya?”

“Sh-shaddup,” he muttered, placing his arm on the desk between the two of you and leaning in a way to block your vision. It did little to block the snickers at his back as he tried to smooth out the page. It didn’t look so bad, it was probably fine, right? The professor could still read it and most of the page was still good. He wasn’t about to waste a whole ‘nother page for one stupid question.

And if they couldn’t or wouldn’t read it, so what? He wasn’t trying to pass anyway.

But maybe he could try to get the next few right since you do help him out sometimes. Just this once. So you wouldn’t feel like you failed.

The thrill of promised freedom began to rise the closer he got to the end, just a few more left! Sneaking a few answers made it fly by even faster, and just as he was about to jot down the last one, you spoke up again.

“Why were you spacing out so much earlier?”

“Homework sucks and I get bored.” he answered easily, swiping the quill across with a lazy swirl.

You hummed, amused. “Fair enough. What were you thinking about?”

He lifted the quill and flashed you a grin, “Oh nothin’, just my birthday comin’ up.”

“Birthday?” you echoed, understandably struck by surprise. Poor human, you must be worried about getting him something nice.

“Now don’t worry, I—“

“I didn’t know demons had birthdays.”

You said it so simply, so why did it make him flinch?

“Wait-“ you said quickly, holding up your hands, “that came out wrong. I meant it like, well. I just had no idea?” You smiled sheepishly and slouched in your seat, “Demons live forever, don’t they? So how would you know if you had a birthday?”

Forever.

He sighed and sat back, tossing the quill on the desk. “Newer demons are born too.”

“Oh yeah…” you said, voice low. Then you laughed under your breath, “I guess I need to study more too.”

“Mm…”

This conversation didn’t go anywhere he wanted, and it’d die if he said nothing, but what else could he say? Yeah, he might know he’d been around longer, and would be around far longer still than you could ever be, but he… didn’t like thinking about it. Thinking about things that made him feel so far away…

Was it… weird for him to have a birthday?

Did it really have to be the day someone was born? Then what about those that weren’t?

Time just… didn’t exist in the Celestial Ream in that sort of way. Everything is and was, nothing never and wasn’t. Even youth was… hard to explain to humans, naivety didn’t always have a consistent number.

He didn’t even count now that he had something to count from. Why bother? He’d never need the number for anything, and all he really wanted was the day.

The day when everyone would celebrate the Great Mammon.

That day…

You cleared your throat, drawing his attention again. “So…” you smiled tentatively, “when’s your birthday?”

“The 10th.”

He’d been the first to choose. After falling and transitioning to a demon, the sudden shock of needs and wants overwhelmed his very soul. Everything felt like euphoric agony, ripping his very being apart and exposing his very being to the soulless gaze of Fate’s never-ending void.

“Wh- of this month?!” you sputtered, the expression on your face making his heart feel just a little lighter.

Was it really so surprising he’d felt the urge to claim something as his own?

“Yeah,” he said with an easy smile, “so… like in a week or so I guess.”

Something that could be his, a day that could be his.

“Well… shit. I wish you would’ve told me that sooner.”

A day that made everyone think of him.

“Ah don’t worry ‘bout it.” he said, picking up his homework and book and getting ready to leave. “I ain’t that picky, and you know,” he paused to wink at you, “cash is king.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “No, cash is lame. You’re getting something, I just have to figure out what.”

“Cash ain’t lame.” he muttered, and you chuckled.

“It’s kinda lame to me, I want it to be something special.”

His heart did another weird little jump again.

“R… Really?”

You stood up and gave him the proudest grin, “Well, yeah. I’m guessing humans don’t really give you gifts, right?”

“Oh…”  He tried to not sound too defeated and walked toward your door, “No, I guess not.”

“Then I gotta make a good impression!” You said cheerfully at his back.

“Mm.” He opened the door and gave you one last smile before stepping out, “Or jus’ keep it simple with cash n’ jewels. I ain’t that complicated.”

He stepped out before you could answer, mostly because he didn’t want to hear it. He liked being given things, always liked being given things. One of these days he’d finally convince Lucifer to increase Goldie’s limit or forgive one of his debts. If nothing else was on his side, he could at least try wearing him down.

‘I’m guessing humans don’t really give you gifts, right?’

Well, that wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t… right.

‘Then I gotta make a good impression!’

He tossed his book on the pool table the moment he got to his room and sighed, leaning over it and feeling like such an idiot.

How many times did you have to remind him you were just a human?

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He didn’t see much of you after that, at least not much as he’d become used to. Only a few quick conversations in the halls or just before meals. Quick, stolen moments but nothing substantial. Hardly any time at all. You’d even joked a few times that you were working hard and he better be impressed, but that just made him feel worse.

Whatever it was, he didn’t want it.

The thought brought a tightness to his chest, and a defeated sigh to his lips.

Okay, he did want it. It just wasn’t going to be what he wanted.

Dammit.

Why’d you even make him feel this way? 

How’d it make any sense at all? Avatar of Greed not wanting a gift.

Silly.

Sometimes his brothers gave him weird things too, but he still liked ‘em anyway. Why did yours need to be any different?

Human or not it was just… just a gift.

More was always better than less.

Whatever it was didn’t matter as much as getting the thing itself.

He’d always known these things, so why did he feel so suddenly anxious when you touched his shoulder, asking him if he could step away from the crowd? Why was it so easy to laugh off that feeling and make a crack about watching his things while he chatted with the human, silently wishing the music could be the rhythm of his heart instead?

You led him to a less crowded corner of the Fall’s floor, away from the dancing and glittering lights. The music still filled the air, but it was far easier to hear your voice here. You leaned back on the edge of a table and looked up at him.

“It’s been awhile. You having a good birthday so far?”

“Yeah,” He glanced back at his friends, then to you. “You could say that.”

You smiled and followed his line of sight. “Get lots of cool stuff?”

He shrugged noncommittally, those strange feelings stirring in his chest again. 

“Sounds like competition is fierce,” you joked, standing up straight with a sigh. “Should’ve figured, there’s only so much I can do.”

“I told you, you—“

“I know,” you interrupted with a sly smile, “that’s why I chose to make you something.” 

“Make me something?”

Your smile turned bashful and you reached into your back pocket, withdrawing a small black box adorned with a golden bow. “Well, sort of. I made it… different. More. If that makes sense?”

Not even a little.

But a gift was a gift.

“Thanks,” he said with an easy smile, plucking the box from your palm and giving it a little shake. Nothing. Hm…

He held the box in his hand and pulled off the lid, seeing you smile and stand up on your toes just as the red velvet revealed itself.

“Pretty, huh? It’s not real gold sadly, I couldn’t pick up enough shifts fast enough for that but…” 

Your voice faded into the background as he took in the offering in his hand. A single, golden ring with his sigil engraved on its smooth, polished metal. The ring alone was something to be treasured, but there was… something else…

“Why’s it buzzing?”

“Huh?” You blinked, taken aback for a moment then recovering with a smile. “Oh, can you see that or something? That’s how I made it better!” You placed a hand on your chest, “I wore it and used a curse to seal my luck into it! I wanted to try to give you like a month or a week, but I think I only managed to get thirty rolls or so in. It’s actually kinda funny becaus—“

“You WHAT?!”

Levi slammed his hands on the table, startling both of you.

“Oh hey Levi, didn’t see ya-“

His eyes were focused on you, intense and distraught. “Why didn’t you tell me?! We almost lost our whole campaign!”

“Sorry…” you said sheepishly, glancing at Mammon again with a small smile. “Like I was saying. I think you might have something that equals like thirty good dice rolls in there.”

“We could’ve used a filler character!”

“Oh yeah that sounds great, let me just give Mammon fake good luck for his birthday.”

“It wouldn’t be fake and your barbarian wouldn’t be just barely hanging on!”

“Hey! It’s just a scratch!” You said with a haughty laugh, crossing your arms and feeding into Levi’s nerdy frustrations.

“It’s not a scratch, they lost an arm!”

“Tis but a flesh wound~”

The conversation, the music, these feelings…

Everything just felt so…

“I need to step outside a sec,” he muttered, leaving you with his brother and focusing on nothing but seeking the cooling relief of night air. Once outside, he breathed in deeply and leaned against the club wall, clutching the box in his fist.

Rings and luck.

Why’d it have to be a ring and luck?

“It ain’t fair…” he said to himself, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.

“What ain’t fair?”

He jumped, spinning on his heel and holding his fist to his chest. “What- why’d you come out here?”

You shrugged, walking over to lean on the wall beside him. “Do I need a reason?”

“… No.” He lowered his fist and let his eyes drift to the street, idly watching demons pass by. “Guess not.”

Most demons kept walking by without so much as a glance down the alley, and the ones that did were quick to move along. It hadn’t taken long for them to learn to keep their distance, but the habit he’d gained from watching out for you wouldn’t disappear so easily.

“Was the ring a bad idea?” you asked softly.

He winced, “It’s not…” Dammit. 

“It’s not… bad,” he said, the box feeling heavy in his hand. “but humans… humans only have so much luck in life, to just give it’s like—“

“I thought it was worth it.”

“But what if somethin’ happened to ya?” 

Your eyes widened, and he felt the urge to backtrack. Explain it away into something trivial.

“Y-you coulda gotten hurt. I don’t want you doin’ something like that jus’ to get me a gift.”

You said you’d wanted to give him a month, a week even. Just imagining what a week of bad luck could do to you was… was…

“Well,” you shrugged, “that’s why I wore it when I played with Levi. All the bad stuff just happened to my barbarian, not me.”

“That’s not the point!” he said, surprising both of you when he grabbed your shoulders. “You can’t… you can’t do stuff like that.”

You stared up at him in an expression he was more familiar with now. Worry. 

“Do you really not like the gift?”

Dammit.

“That ain’t fair.” He bowed his head, still holding your shoulders to ground himself. “‘Course I do.”

“I just… thought the ring would be fun to wear, even after the luck faded…”

He closed his eyes and held you just a little more firmly. A ring… a ring he could wear… forever.

“I’m sorry, Mammon,” your voice was getting lower, concern creeping in. “I just wanted you to win… at least once or twice…”

“Why?” he asked, lifting his head. “Why risk it?”

Your eyes met his fearlessly, darting between them as color touched your cheeks. “I thought it was obvious.”

He pressed his lips in a thin line and shrugged, “Doesn’t seem to be to me.”

Your eyes darted faster, color rushing as you fidgeted ever so slightly. 

“What?” He stepped back, “C’mon, out with it.” Was it a bribe? You get some cut of his winnings or what? If that was the case, he’d have to give you some more pointers on haggling. For starters, don’t give the demon the object they want without negotiations first.

You held your wrist and looked down to the street again, avoiding looking at him now. “You’re not really going to make me say it, are you?”

“Well if it’s some trick or something, I don’t wanna be fallin’ for it.” he said, crossing his arms.

You scoffed and looked up at him just like he wanted. “Oh don’t even. You know damn well I wouldn’t trick you like that.”

He shrugged and flashed a grin, “Yeah? Then tell me why.”

You blushed and looked away again. 

“It’s… because I like you.”

His heart squeezed, but he urged himself to keep himself neutral.

“Oh, well I like ya too but that ain’t a reason to be riskin’ harm for me. You humans are pretty fragile as is, the last thing ya need is more of—“

You huffed.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You were worth the risk!” 

You both knew what you said, but you recovered first while he was still trying to understand—

“I want to see you win,” you said, placing a hand on your chest and looking up at him, “I love when you win, Mammon. You should see how happy you are, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not—“

“Shut up, yes you are!” You stepped closer, sincerity giving your voice more confidence with every word. “Anyone can be cute, demons included.”

He took a half-step back. The way you were talking, almost sounded like…

“But… a ring… those’re special to humans…”

You paused, then reached up to touch your forehead. “If you already knew that, why’d you even make me say anything…”

His heart leapt into his throat, the box suddenly holding a different weight. More.

“So it’s… a ring… because you… like me…?”

You peered up at him through your fingers. “Duh.”

He swallowed, speechless. A human liked him? Liked him? Enough to give him a ring and a piece of their life’s luck…

You sighed and collected yourself, occasionally reaching up to touch your cheeks, never quite meeting his eyes again. 

This ring wasn’t from just any human though.

“Well… I’m gonna go inside now I think,” you said with an awkward laugh, “Sorry I uh, I guess I missed the mark, but I hope it still works for ya.”

As you moved past him, he reached out to grab your arm.

“Wait.”

Even now, no matter how embarrassed you might feel, you still looked up at him when he asked.

“I…”

His mouth felt dry, so many thoughts and wants swirling in his head.

“I-I…”

“C-Can I…”

So much he wanted to say, to know, to feel.

You smiled sadly and reached up to touch his hand. “It’s okay, you don’t have to feel the same. I wasn’t really sure if you did anyway. Just glad I got it off my chest—”

“No!”

You jumped and he loosened his grip, instead pinching your sleeve.

Don’t be scared, but please don’t leave.

“I…” Saying it held so much risk, even now there was no way of knowing if you wanted the same. 

“Me too,” he said, leaning into you, yearning rising from his very soul, “I want you too.”

You bit your lip with a smile. “I don’t think I said want.”

Fuck—

“What I meant was—“

You reached up to cup his cheek, the touch so warm and soft he immediately craved more.

“But I do,” you said, gently stroking him with your thumb, “I want you too.”

Want you too.

How could a human’s words make his chest feel both heavy and light so often and so easily? He couldn’t even remember when it first started anymore, only that these feelings became stronger with every passing day. Every moment he shared… with you.

His hand moved from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck, watching for any changes in your expression and listening for a hastened breath. Instead, you lifted your chin and smiled softly, silently inviting him in closer with a gentle caress on his cheek. 

Just once…

He leaned in, stealing a kiss from you that you willingly gave, treating him to the sweet thrill of want from your lips. 

“Mammon…” you whispered softly, lingering close as if deciding whether or not to gift him with another.

More.

The distant caw and rustle of debris across cobblestone reminded him of where he was and the party waiting for him inside, but he didn’t want to let you go.

“Can I go to your room later?” He asked softly.

You smiled, “We could do that, or,” you closed the distance between you with a gentle kiss, “you could win us an even better room sometime.”

He sucked in a breath and you hummed, stepping out of his arms with a little pinch to his cheek.

“I bet you’ll be rather lucky if you take me along too,” you said with a grin. “Not that I’m trying to bribe a date out of you, but I do think the ring would work better if I was near it.”

“You could bribe a date outta me anytime,” he said without thinking and you laughed.

“I’ll remember that. Now, c’mon,” You reached out to take his hand, tugging him back toward the door, “put that ring somewhere safe and let’s go party!”

Party.

For once in his life he could finally understand why Levi always tried to leave parties early. 

There was so much more he wanted to do somewhere else. He’d leave right now if he could, but if any of his brothers found out he bailed to sneak some alone time with you, that time would be stolen far too quickly.

But being here with you, surrounded by you, his friends, and his family… laughing and drinking, dancing the eternal night away and celebrating hisday…

You laughed and flashed him a smile that shone so bright among the crowd, making his heart dance to its own beat. Thirty rolls… he could win a lot of money in thirty rolls… rent a nice room, maybe even buy a nice dinner or even take you somewhere fun in the Devildom or on Earth if he could sell the idea to Lucifer to let him roam freely.

Maybe he could buy you something to wear too… a ring that matched or… or if that was too much maybe bracelets or a pair of shoes…

Asmo stepped in to join you, offering to refill your drink while Mammon was pulled away by some of his friends, more gifts to be shared. The night was forever young, cheers and celebrations for the Avatar of Greed filling the air. A rare night unlike any other, surrounded by so many things that both made him want, and feel wanted.

Birthdays were the best.

#obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obeymemammon #reader insert #fluff #fanfic

[shera-dnd]

First commission of the month done (oh god I have 6 days to finish the other two)

This one is about how Winter Schnee drunkenly stumbles ass backwards into a polycule with Fiona and May

Inspired by this meme

anyways here's the fic. ENJOY!

Winter Schnee wasn’t a drinker.

She was pretty sure her mother spent more of her life holding a bottle than she spent holding her three children, so that made sure she spent most of her life stone cold sober.

Sure, she did indulge in it from time to time; in small controlled doses and only in social situations, at small parties and the like. Though this party was different. This wasn’t a party she would be able to face sober.

Because her ex-boyfriend was here, not only that but turns out she was her ex-girlfriend now, and she was looking unfairly attractive.

Winter’s will was stronger than most, but it was not strong enough for this. 

So alcohol would be her answer. Plenty of it. With any luck it would numb her to any lingering feelings without greatly affecting her judgment.

Most people with any experience with alcohol would quickly realize that this was not a sound plan, but that was the problem. Winter had close to no experience with alcohol, and as such was a complete light weight.

So no, the alcohol did not numb away the pain of seeing her now much hotter and happier ex enjoying her life while she was still her old miserable self. 

No. Instead it turned pain into indignation and all it numbed was the self restraint keeping her from making a scene about it.

How dare she? How dare she go out of her way to look this pretty? How dare she come to this party and just be happy? She had to be doing this on purpose, right? 

This had to be some evil plan to ruin Winter’s night.

Yes, that had to be it. But if she really thought she could get away with it she had something else coming her way.

And that’s how she found herself pushing her way past the crowd and stomping towards her ex, shouting, “Marigold!”

The woman turned to face her and the most infuriating smirk took hold of her face, “Schnee, it’s been a while.”

Oh come on , even her voice was hot now. 

What evil deity allowed this to come to pass? 

Truly this was one of the cruelest tricks the universe had played on her since assigning her as Jacques’s daughter.

“So did you wanna chat, or did you come over just to glare at me?” Marigold teased, “the name is May now, by the way.”

Crap, had she been staring this whole time? 

Damn it, focus , Winter!

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” She accused, gesturing widely at all of May.

“What? Growing tits?” May replied with a laugh, “actually, that was a freaky accident at the hormone factory.”

“No!” Winter bit back angrily, “I mean looking…” there was more vague gesturing, her arms feeling weirdly floppy, as she tried to put her thoughts into words, “like this!”

May raised a single eyebrow and asked, “like what?”

Hot, was almost the word that left her mouth, but the last shred of self control she still had managed to keep her mouth shut on that one. Instead she went with the equally as damming, but far less embarrassing option.

“Attractive.”

Now that got her to laugh, and loudly.

“Aww, Schnee, do you think I’m hot?”

Yes, but that was besides the point.

“Don’t change the subject,” Winter countered, poking May inthe chest, “you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You came to this party looking like this just to mess with me.”

"You got me,” May dead panned, “this was all part of my master plan to make you fall for me all over again.”

“I knew it!” Winter shouted, sounding far too proud of herself, and taking another swig of her drink to celebrate her victory.

“Mhm,” May hummed, deeply amused, “so what exactly are you gonna do now that you know of my nefarious plan?”

Now that was a good question. 

What was she going to do? Could she simply demand that May left the party? 

No, no, that would be admitting that she couldn’t control herself near her. 

Perhaps she could simply give her a stern talking to and be on her way? 

But Marigold has proven many times that she was immune to that trick.

It was unfortunate how she didn’t manage to think of a proper solution until she caught herself leaning forward, her gaze locked with May’s lips like the guiding system for a missile.

“What are you–”

May was not given the time to finish her sentence, and Winter was not given time to rethink her decisions. 

Next thing she knew her lips had clashed with May’s own in a sloppy and awkward approximation of a kiss.

Damn it, her lips had gotten softer too. 

Would this cruelty never end?

It did indeed end, with May shoving her away, face as red as fire dust.

“Ahem,” another voice called from behind Winter. One she didn’t recognize.

“Uh, Winter,” May said, gesturing towards the new arrival, “that’s my girlfriend, Fiona.”

Winter turned to look at her. She was a pretty short faunus girl, with sheep ears. Her overall adorable look was somewhat undermined by the absolutely pissed off expression stamped on her face.

“Ah… my apologies,” Winter answered, clearing her throat.

What a fool she made of herself. 

That’s what she got for acting without thinking. Worse still she had clearly hurt May and Fiona’s feelings, and she simply couldn’t leave things like that. She simply must do something to make things better.

“Allow me to make it up to you,” Winter said - sounding almost confident in her decision - as she pulled Fiona up into a kiss.

~~~

When Winter woke up the next morning she was back in her room, with only a massive headache to keep her company. Tentatively she reached out for her nightstand, feeling around for her scroll.

She pulled it towards herself and–Fuck! She needed to turn down the brightness.

Once her eyes recovered she checked the clock, and was informed she had somehow slept all the way to two thirty in the afternoon. 

Wonderful. 

Oh, and it looked like she had about a dozen unread messages too.

She opened her message app just to find a group chat she had no recollection of joining. 

Now fully dreading what might be lurking in there, she tapped that group chat, which appeared to be between her and two more girls. 

The latest message was sent by a sheep faunus and read, “hope you got home safe, boo.”

What the hell had she been up to last night?

#rwby #fanfic #winter schnee #may marigold #fiona thyme #whatever the hell their ship name is

[fuesch]

Good news, everyone! I've finished the binge from hell (Criminal Minds).

What made it hellish was that I just could not stop. I don't know if it was also something about the show or just my out-of-control ADHD using this as an excuse to ignore my to-do list. And so this binge took under 2 months, which - FUN FACT! - is shorter than finding a doc these days to get an ADHD diagnosis from (the German healthcare system has such a good reputation, but honestly, shit's been going down the drain since before Covid - and I say that as a city dweller).

If you're wondering how my fragile mind managed to handle this non-stop input of murder and various forms of torture:

Ignore the cases or try to enjoy them as revenge fantasies.

Focus on the team and all the "Hey, I know you from this/that/everywhere!" guest stars instead.

Crochet while watching. I've made such progress, the first of my cherry-pit socks is nearly finished!

I can't believe how long it's been since I've properly watched TV: The season I'm most familiar with is 2! Since other factors hadn't come into play yet, I suspect what caused this was a deterioration in adhering to a schedule (hm, parallel with rl, so I guess due to not being bound by a rl schedule, I slowly lost the ability to keep up with the TV schedule) and my growing passionate hatred of annoying commercials which had led me to getting stuck on Nickelodeon (their ads were also annoying, iirc, but ... uh, idk, can't remember), a documentary channel and CNN (International, that is - such bearable commercials, they should be the model for all).

I liked all the women on the team, which must have been a first. I couldn't tell you a favorite, because every one of them is great in her own way. Let me point out Garcia though, for giving me back the joy of hair decorations. Huh, I thought not having NCIS's Abby in my life anymore didn't impact me, but Garcia made me realize that without Abby my encouragement was gone. Man, do I hate that I need continual encouragement to be myself! So there's another CM binge and the long-time-coming NCIS rewatch with making caps of my girls in my future. Maybe I'll make myself a motivational collage and hang it on the wall above my monitor.

Anyway, on to the team's men! *sigh* Those were mixed bag for me. I mean, nobody was really bad, but it did span the whole range of chest-thumping type (which ugh - although Morgan's relationship with Garcia remains the best thing, they were close and cute but not a thing and that's the queerplatonic shit I wanna see everywhere, fuck yeah!) to guy who's just, idk, there and the that's-my-boy guy. My boy was and still is Reid *pat pat*. And as a bonus during this binge he functioned as my Peter Maximoff substitute. He did that not only by being my fave, but for example also by having messy lightbrown hair. Which, sure, isn't Peter, but it is Evan Peters (I'd like to take this moment to thank the writers for all the Evans and Peterss they put in and the casting person for that one time we got actual EP), who usually is my PM substitute. Hmph, I didn't talk about Spence as much as I meant to, but where to even begin?

How did everyone feel about the revival? It wasn't bad, but it didn't quite feel like previous seasons. I'm not that good at finding out what is bothering me about stuff, so it might have been more things besides it feeling darker visually and too much swearing (I'm generally not against it, but after 15 seasons of it not being there, it just felt so out of place). I wasn't happy with the lack of my boy, but if there's one thing this revival did right, it was the absence of change in the meantime (except for what they put Rossi through), Reid as well as everyone else still worked at the BAU, we just didn't see him and Simmons because they were on assignment.

I kinda want to talk about ALL the things, but I wouldn't be able to remember all that I want and writing all that I do would take sooo long. So if anyone wants to talk about anything specific, I'm here.

#criminal minds #crochet #(rl stuff) #peter maximoff #evan peters

[u3-ha]

I'm not Sleepy

Fluff time! A fic I wrote based on a prompt

Pair: Beel x my mc (haru)

Warning: maybe some typo :3

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Beel and Haru sometimes spend their night together. They can't do it quite often since the brothers will never shut off about how unfair Beel "monopolizing" Haru. Even though both of them basically dating at this point.

They also take turn about the room they choose, but they mostly use Haru's room since they want to respect Belphie who share room with Beel. Some night can be quite intimate but not always. Doing assignment together, watching movie, playing game or maybe just talk to each other until the night shifting. They can enjoying time by just being in presence of each other like now.

Haru was doing her work with her laptop. She really focussed on it even thought she said there's no deadline she need to catch when Beel asked her. Meanwhile Beel were just laying on her bed watching some akutube videos and munching on his snacks.

But that's quiet moment didn't last long after beel finished his last pack of chips. When he thought about getting more snack, he took a glance at the clock. It almost past the midnight. He looked at haru who still working on her table and humming from song she listen to on her headset.

"She haven't take any rest. It's been three hour since she took a break to go to bathroom.. Isn't she feel tired or anything..??" Beel thought.

Just when he finished his thought, Haru let out a big yawn and rub her eye.

"Haru.. haven't you finished yet?" Asked beel with worried tone.

She plugged out one of earphone from her ear bud, "Almost. Are you sleepy? You can go sleep first, Beel."

"But don't you feel sleepy as well?"

"Me? No, I'm not." she smiled.

Liar...

He slumped on to the bed and grab her sheep plushie and play with it a lil bit.

He silently peeked on her.

Haru looks different than how she usually look right now. She wore no "fancy clothes" but her plain shirt that she claim as her "most comfy" t-shirt with a pair of black short.

Her hair that usually free from any kind of accessories were getting tied into one low ponitail with a scrunchie that he won from a cereal box and some clips on her bang to make it stay in place.

She also wore her glasses that make her look more unusual. It wasn't the first time Beel saw Haru wore that glasses. But he just can help himself that this "different looks" of her were attracted to him as well. He once asked her why she didn't wear her glasses when they were going out.

"I only wear it when I work. It just to protect my eyes from the screen. I didn't look good in it anyway." Were her answer. And Beel know that what she said wasn't true.

Now he were focussing on her face. Her expression looked so fixtated on to her screen. Even though her eyes look tired and make her almost nod off. But she quickly shakes her head and go back to focus on her work. Just to be back on the state one.

He blushed.

"Cute..." He mumbled to the plushie sheep that covering his face.

Beel train of thought pop off as he hear Haru sighed and turned her head to look at him.

"I won't be able to work if you keep staring at me like that, Beel..."

"But you look cute when you try doing your best like that." He chuckled.

She blushed, "Y- your sweet words won't work on me right now, Beel. I'm not going to bed."

"I know you feel sleepy, Haru. You don't need to lie to me."

"What are you talking about. I'm not.."

She paused as she yawn.

"See?"

"Okay. Okay. Maybe I'm sleepy. But just a lil bit.."

He pouting, "Haru.."

"No, I can't go to sleep. Not until I finished this." Haru shook her head.

"Y-you have something to do tomorrow, right? Now be a good boy and go sleep first without me. Good night, Beel." Haru stuttered as she look for any excuse to make Beel believe her.

She then put her headsets back and triying her best to gain her l focus as she continue to work.

Beel sighed.

"How you can be so stubborn on something like this.." He thought.

Beel rose from the bed and walked to her.

"Sorry, Haru. But you need to go sleep as well."

He grab her from behind and just pick her up effortless.

"B-beel?! Put me down." Said Haru as she wriggling on his shoulder.

"Satan said human need sleep for at least 7 hours to stay healthy and we already pass less of hours than that. Now time to sleep."

He bring her to the bed and put her into cuddle.

It's a checkmate. There's no way Haru can get out from the arms of the legendary bear hugger himself.

"C-can I at least turn it off first..?"

"Nope." He tighten his hug.

"I know it'll turning off by itself so stop looking for any reason to get out from the bed. I won't let you go anywhere."

She grumbling and pouting. Beel actually ain't mad at her He just thought she look cute when she look mad and pouting like that. She didn't really show that expression often when they were out with his brother, afterall.

"What make you so focussed on that? Didn't you say it's only personal project and didn't have any deadline?"

"I know.." She gripped on Beel arms.

"But I'm afraid it will look bad tomorrow if I left it half done... So I need to finished it or I don't deserve my time to rest yet... Until I'm done."

"Haru.." He kissed the back of her head.

"It's not good to do that. Your body will suffer if you keep doing that... Even me need to take a rest in between my rep to make sure my muscle not too overworked."

He patted her head.

"Also it's not true. I don't think it will turn out bad if you took a break while working on it. I believe you can make it more pretty when you do it while you feel fresh and get enough rest."

"Beel..."

She sighed out then smile.

She remove her glasses, untied her hair and remove the clips bang before putting it on the desk beside her bed. She then turn her body to make her face to face with him so she can hug him back.

"Alright, you win." Haru mumbled as she burn her face onto his broad chest.

"It's so unfair that I always lose to you, Beel.."

"You wrong."

"Hmn?" She looked up at him with confused look.

Beel chuckled and gave her kiss on the forehead.

"You just don't realize what you've won against me."

"Good night, Haru."

#obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #ueha ocs #beel x mc #obeymemc #obey me fic

[abbysacomblog]

Final Reflection

Compare and contrast your movie reviews with your production project. How have your production skills grown over the semester? As the “director” of these projects, what was most important to you as you put them together? Do you feel you reached those goals? What, in your opinion, is the most important concept or skill you learned during this course? If you had to take the course again, what would you do differently?

As I compare and contrast my movie reviews versus my production project, I see such a big change in the way I made these videos! I used to use PhotoBooth on my MacBook, upload all the videos into Canva and never added in photos, sounds, and overall the quality of them were very boring. As I got more advanced and used to making these videos, I tried CapCut which was helpful for awhile. However the app was a bit difficult for me to process, it got confusing at times and a bit glitchy. I knew the outcome that I wanted with these videos, but every time i did them, I was never fully satisfied.

As I made my production project, I knew this had to be a good one since it was my final assignment. So, I tried out Vimeo. Personally, Vimeo was my favorite. It was very easy to upload videos and talk as the video is playing, which I used to find difficult to do. I think this aspect was most important to me because it adds two different dimensions, a scene from the movie and me talking, which looks so much more professional!

I think I am very happy with the way I left off in this class regarding my skills and believe I reached my goals of providing quality content. Although sometimes I was clueless on how to make a good video, by getting feedback from Professor Malone, I was able to see what it was that i was doing good/bad.

In my opinion, I think it is so important during these videos to try your best to not sound like you are reading off of a script. Then, I think that its extremely important to have your own good shots and angles. Are you in good lighting? Is the visual component there? Are you providing enough information to the audience as if they had never seen the movie before?

Overall, If I had to take this course again, I think I would have taken more risks with my editing. I think that I was afraid to try any new apps or approaches on my movie review vlogs which is why it took me a whole semester to finally "master" what I was trying to achieve. I think if I took this course again I would already have some background knowledge on editing which could have been helpful, allowing me to focus more on course material rather than worrying about how to edit the videos.

[yukihime242]

I know I haven't been updating as much but it can't be helped! School has started and I just completed my assignment, for now, and it's already the fourth week of the school semester.

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Anyway, this is just a general update of my gaming progress on some of the games I play.

1️⃣ Death's Door

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I have been playing Death's Door during my exam period in the upper half of the year, and if there's anything I took away from the gaming experience is...

If you are feeling super stress about your exam, play Death's Door. All of that stress will be converted into gaming energy which allows you to advance the game faster than you'd expect.

Well... that is, up to the Bull Run phase for me. Yeah, I am quite stuck at the Bull Run phase. It's not the Bull Run part which I am stuck at but rather the mini boss fights with the Lord of Doors that I am stuck at. I am fine with the ones at the beginning and at the Witch's Estate, but the subsequent ones just got me. I think it will take another miracle for me to be able to advance to Phase 2.

2️⃣ Sky Children of the Light

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I got to admit that I have been extremely inactive with the game. I think I have reach the point where I want to momentarily quit the game and focus on other things.

Although the new season boast a new area and an extremely beautiful scenery, I just couldn't bring myself to log in and play the game. I think, sadly, this will have to be goodbye for now. Of course, I am not going to uninstall the game but possibly let it rest on the shelves.

3️⃣ Honkai Star Rail

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Another game I am super stuck at... not saying that it is difficult but rather I don't have the right characters in facing off the alchemist. So I did something which made my wallet cry...

Yeah, I pulled on the gacha and lo and behold! I GOT BAILU!!

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LOOK AT HER! SHE IS SO CUTE! LOOK AT THAT ADORABLE FACE!! I CANNOT BELIEVE I FINALLY GOT THIS LITTLE CUTIE PIE!!

Ahem!

Anyway, yeah, now that I have Bailu who has really good healing, I thought I could try bringing her to face the alchemist and hopefully I can finally advance the game progress!

I mean, the game is kinda boring for me now because I am stuck at that part and there is literally nothing else for me to do except farm. But renewed vigor has taken over and I pray that Bailu will help me see the end of the tunnel!

4️⃣ Genshin Impact

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Most of my game progress happens in Genshin Impact. There is quite a lot to talk about, but I will try to summarise.

First, I didn't know that Venti's signature weapon was the Elgy of the End... I have the bow, I have Venti, I just never equipped it on him. So, my poor soul was practically screaming at the screen every time I tried to level up his weapon because it also means I cannot touch the weapons I am building at that point. And resources are so scarce as a higher AR level player. I even wrote in to Hoyoverse asking them to provide us a better solution in getting those Mystic Enchantment Ore, like how we can easily get Mora and Character Exp Books from the Leylines on a daily basis with just the limit of our resin. Anyway, that's just my opinion about the weapon level up system.

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Secondly, I have finally completed both Tighnari and Ganyu's character builds. What surprises me was how OP Ganyu is and how fun it was to use Tighnari. Now with both Tighnari and Ganyu out of the way, I can finally focus on building up Dendro Traveler's and Xiangling's talents.

Thirdly, I was not particularly happy with my Xiao's artifacts. I had in mind to re-farm for his artifacts since the damage could be better. For the record, I am not really a damage fanatic; my motto in game is as long as the enemy dies. But the fact that I need to re-farm Xiao's artifacts for better damage just shows how horrible Xiao's artifacts were.

Then, I noticed that the artifacts I had on Wanderer was the wrong one. Bonus for me since I could just plonk everything from Wanderer to Xiao. All I need to do is farm for Wanderer. I also noticed that I am still lacking one more artifact for Yoimiya. Thankfully, the strongbox for that artifact is available in the crafting bench.

If you guys are wondering what the heck I am trying to say, the TLDR version is: Farm Wanderer's artifacts --> Trash artifacts go to Strongbox for Yoimiya --> Remaining artifacts feed to Xiao's artifacts to level up.

(GIF Source: GIFDB.com thru' Google Image Search)

Anyway, that's all of my gaming progress. It does sound like a lot is going, but that is not even half of it. Remember that I still have my videos to edit and upload and I need to do it soon because my laptop memory space is crying at me.

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