#it looks much better as a source file. L.

[doodleduds]

making evil pictures of johann like im finding him in a horror game

#my ocs #johann #girl help i have been possessed and consequently killed but a piece of my terrible horrible psyche lingers in the material realm #had to host this on GIPHY BC TUMLR KEEPS NERFING MY ANIMATED FILES!!!! #it looks much better as a source file. L. #ask to tag #horror #scopophobia

[madlumqx]

that's unexpected. | n. kento

synopsis | nanami kento was the most secretive person in your office, to find out one of his biggest secrets was something you never expected.

warnings | non-sorcerer!au, office!au, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, nanami is in his late 20’s to early 30’s), nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni!), bit of a slow burn, fem/afab!reader, camboy!nanami, dom!nanami, masturbation (f/m), using of pet names (angel, darling, & the likes), sir kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation (f), dacryphilia, dirty talking, size kink, hand kink, degradation, praise kink, and unprotected sex (don’t do this irl for the love of god)

a/n | alright, who’s ready for this to go down? haha camboy!nanami will forever live in my head.  also !! a big shout out and thanks to @l0serloki & @bunnyyamor for helping me gain confidence in writing this because i would have NEVER even thought abt posting it T___T credits to the original artist of the nanami fanart i have used in the banner.

word count: 5.4k (haha whoops got carried away)

nanami kento was the most secretive person in your office. no one really bothers him aside from gojo satoru from the finance department of the company that you work in. 

the man was a total mystery for everyone since he tends to be more reserved than most. despite this however, he was a total heartthrob for everyone; tall, muscular, polite, and drop-dead gorgeous? yeah there’s no doubt that people would line up for his attention. 

you, on the other hand, strayed away from him. not because you wanted to be different, you were just too intimidated by his presence. he was your senior in the company by eight years and the last thing you want is for anyone to have your head for being the new girl in the office trying to score with the hottest guy. 

the work you do was draining enough already. 

it was another day at work and you were just about to lose it. your team’s manager tasked you to photocopy a bunch of files needed for an emergency meeting to be held in the afternoon but the xerox machine decided to be a little bitch and jam mid-printing. the missed calls from your boss only adding pressure as your shaky hands try your best to fix the contraption. 

“need help?” a voice mumbled from behind you, causing you to jump just a bit and turn to the source. 

your eyes widened a bit to see nanami staring down at you with the same unreadable expression he sports every day. “o-oh! mr. nanami, i’m okay! just… having paper jam problems, is all.” you sputter out, mentally cursing yourself for being so obvious about your nerves with him. 

he silently shrugs you off and shakes his head, a hand reaching over to place on your shoulders so he can go to the machine and pull out the jammed paper with ease. “you can call me kento, you know.” he mumbles softly. “you’ve been in the office for over a year now but i can’t recall having a conversation with you.” 

he catches you off-guard at that statement, making you choke on air. luckily, the last paper you were photocopying was done and you grabbed it along with other copies stacked, “our… schedules never really collided! we can have a conversation soon, mr. na- kento!” you bid him a swift goodbye, bowing as you hurry off. 

you were internally panicking, practically fighting with yourself as you walk away, pondering if it was better to just accept the earful from your manager with one missing copy just so the incident with kento never happened. him, on the other hand despite his emotionless exterior, was bewildered at how much you tried to avoid him.

and even if it wasn’t like him to pry into others but you caught his attention.

—

“satoru, do you know (y/n)?” nanami asks the white-haired man as they both exit the building. his run-up with you still unable to leave his mind. the nervous image of yours planted into his brain. 

gojo looks at him in disbelief that he would finally ask about someone around the office. “you mean (y/n) (l/n)? yeah i know her! she’s really sweet and friendly, actually.” he answers truthfully, looking back at the time you and him were seatmates at a seminar for the whole company and how you catered his talkative ass the whole time and managed to still pay attention to the speaker in front. “she brings me the cookies she bakes from time to time. why’d you ask? have the hots for her?”

the blonde stares at the latter with unamusement. “just talked to her earlier, i don’t know but she seemed to avoid me. we’ve been working under the same department in administration but i’ve barely heard her voice.” he admits, actually curious why you’re so avoidant of him when you manage to befriend satoru. 

unable to help his laugh, gojo pats his friend’s back and shrugs. “maybe it’s more of a you thing rather than her, (y/n)’s friendly.” he says and picks up his pace. “here’s my stop, have fun wondering why she avoids you, nanamin!”

—

you were drained, all you wanted to do was sprawl on your bed and wonder why you put up with the job that you’re in.

removing the tortuous heels you’ve been wanting to take off, you take a deep sigh of relief as your feet hit the solid floor. dragging your body towards your room and sprawling out on the comfort of your bed. you almost moaned at the contact of your aching back against the foam of your bed. 

managing to slip off most of your clothes, you were left in just your button up and underwear; the only thing on your mind on right now to further release tension made you open your phone and searched for a website where you can get off to camboys, scrolling through different ones until you come across one that looks a tad bit too familiar. 

sitting up a bit, you stare at the muscular body and the all too familiar voice and slacks that slapped your senses back into place. despite his face being hidden behind a mask, you knew it was nanami! the very person you actively tried to avoid was live… stroking himself for the whole of the internet to see. 

your sensible side was begging for you to stop and scroll away, but you were a human with needs too. you could feel yourself slowly drip in arousal as you watch him hungrily paired with the guttural groans he slips off from time to time. it was definitely him. 

“mhm, that’s right baby, stroke yourself for daddy.” the words he spoke hitting directly in between your legs. feeling his dominance, you just opted to follow and let your neediness take over.

sliding your hand south slowly, you moaned quietly at the slightest friction of your fingers as you slowly rubbed your clit. nanami’s voice was all that you could hear, matching his pace as your eyes focus on his digits, it seemed so big, so perfect to fill you up. you’ve noticed how big his hands were when he helped you just today, but never has a dirty thought crossed your mind until now.

unable to focus with just one hand, you let go of your phone and continue your ministrations, just hearing your co-worker’s breathy moans and small words of praise was enough to send you over the edge. “nngh, k-kento..” you needily say to no one, dipping your middle and ring finger inside, quietly whining as it fills you up; soon feeling the knot in your stomach slowly starting to tighten.

“mhm, gonna cum soon, baby? that’s my good doll, c’mon, make a mess.” nanami’s voice fills up the room, making you quietly cry out of pleasure as his voice sends you into oblivion. 

your eyes looked back at the screen of your phone and you watched as nanami came himself, thick ropes of white coating the tip of his cock and stomach, it was a sight to behold. a godly sight, if anyone was to ask you. but not even the nbi can ever get that information out of you.

you had just fucked yourself to your co-worker’s camboy service; how were you supposed to face him at work tomorrow then?

—

you tried to be stealthy around the office, thankful that your work cubicle was on the literal opposite side of nanami’s, it was easy for you to avoid him and risk blowing your cover about knowing his secret. he was a well-respected man who has serviced the company longer than you and the last thing you want was the gossip to spread like wildfire amongst the hungry-for-him people that surrounded him daily. 

the plan you had was simple, stay by your side and avoid him at all costs! it sounded easy in your head, even packing your own lunch this time so the only real opportunity for the two of you to clash was if you had to take a trip to the bathroom. 

everything was going smooth until your lunch break, however. 

you were confident! with just a few hours left of the work day, your plan would be deemed successful, until gojo satoru came waltzing over with nanami in tow. “oh (y/n)!” the boisterous man had greeted you with a wide grin. “why eat here? someone bothering ya?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at you and your food.

the man behind you, honestly. you thought to yourself but you could never say that out loud.

opting to avoid looking at his companion, you turn to gojo and smile at him. “toru! well, i just wanted to eat here. kind of a break from the noise, you know.” you say, internally cringing at how shit your excuse was. in attempt to save yourself, you also motion your computer which was displaying a plethora of files opened. “and i just want to revise on the letters and memorandums that the boss assigned to me, just want to keep things spick and span before i have to pass them by the end of the week.”

satoru suddenly lights up even more, glancing at nanami who just stared you down. clearing his throat, he pulled the blonde forward and patted his back. “nanamin, right here, would love to help! right?” he says, leaving the two of you in shock.

you immediately shake your head as the words gojo spoke finally sink in. “oh! there’s no need! i can manage and i’m pretty sure mr. nanami’s busy too.” you bow a few times as you decline, heart racing as you hope kento would do the same and wack some sense into his friend’s head but instead you were met with him shaking his head. 

“it’s okay, (y/n). i have nothing to do anyways, i finished my work for the day already.” he says, grabbing the vacant chair next to you and places himself beside you, motioning you to continue on with your lunch as he takes your work laptop away so he can revise on the current one you’re doing.

you stare at gojo incredulously, unable to formulate words as the blue-eyed man shrugs and silently walk away, leaving you and nanami alone. 

cue the awkward silence. 

it was unbearable; knowing that if one of your female officemates saw you two together would cause gossip and the weight of being aware of his side job after office hours pestered your thoughts and inner demons to your limits. but considering you had no more say on the matter, you just let him work on what you were doing previously and eat your sandwich in ignorant bliss.

that’s until your eyes landed on the two fingers on the touchpad of your laptop scrolling through the file. the memories and thoughts that took over you last night were back, causing you to choke on your food, making nanami stop and look at you with concern.

“are you okay, (y/n)?” kento asks, placing your laptop back on the table as he pats your back and offers you the water bottle on your desk. his brows were furrowed with concern as you take the bottle and chug down the water, making you a deep gasp for air right after. 

taking a few seconds to calm down, you nod. “mhm, just the food going down the wrong pipe.” you manage to crack to lighten the mood between the two of you. if he was doing this much to actually talk to you after yesterday’s photocopy small talk, you probably should make a conscious effort to talk to him too. 

“kento? i… i apologize for like… you know avoiding you all the time.” you start off, voice quiet but you can feel the blonde’s intense stare on you. choosing you pick at your fingers rather than look up and meet his gaze. “i’m just intimidated by you, most of the time.” you continue to explain, having the courage to look up and see the corner of his lips upturned to the smallest smile. 

“it’s okay, (y/n). i’m just glad it isn’t because of my appearance or something. really thought i did something for you to avoid me as much as you did yesterday.” he admits, placing the laptop back down and flexes his fingers, causing you to spare a quick glance at them again before placing your attention back on him. maybe striking up a conversation with him wasn’t a bad thing at all.

but unfortunately for you, however, nanami kento’s a very observant man and your glance onto his hands didn’t go unnoticed. 

—

it was the end of another workday and you were more than glad to go back home and just pass out, but the morbid curiosity of checking to see if nanami was live plagued your mind. it was a bit later in the night as you had to go out and run a few errands of grocery shopping before heading home so the chances seemed lower. 

after arriving home and washing up, you were back on your bed, thumb hovering over the browser of your phone to search up if he was active. you shouldn’t, (y/n)! he’s your officemate for fuck’s sake. but you did so well already with hiding it from him today, one more time wouldn’t hurt, right?

the next thing you knew, you were back on the website, heart racing to see if he was active— he definitely was. it seemed to be the start of the stream but he wasn’t wearing his usual slacks anymore, it was gray sweatpants that outlined his dick perfectly and hung low on his hips, exposing his defined abs and v-line.

but what actually caught your attention, was the silver rings that decorated his fingers. combined with the evident veins on his hands and arms, this was like a treat that fed your core. you couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have the cold metal kiss your skin as he touches you. 

it was all too much, but you couldn’t help but greedily want more, want more of him.

—

a few work days go by and nanami seemed to be drawn to your presence, finding himself gravitating towards you as you treated him the same as you would with any person; unbeknownst to him about your knowledge on the things he does by the time office hours are done. 

it’s a beneficial friendship for the both of you; he gets to be left alone by the people who usually pester him to eat with during lunch (with the exception of satoru) and you get to fulfill your dirtiest fantasies by watching him get off whenever you catch him live on stream.

—

it was finally saturday, almost two weeks since you first found out about kento’s secret. you felt proud of yourself for managing to keep it inside for you for this long (with the denying thought that you wanted to gatekeep this information to yourself for as long as you can)

you were making your way home when all of a sudden the rain started pouring, it was harsh and you were drenched in no time. having no other choice, you were forced to find shelter underneath one of the buildings, cursing yourself for not bringing the umbrella you had chosen to leave inside your house when you decided to go out for a walk.

“(y/n)?” someone calls out, and you turn over to see nanami dressed in just sweatpants and a fleece jacket that fit him snug. “what’re you doing here?” he asks, eyeing your figure.

you shot him a sheepish smile, “i wanted to go out and walk for a bit since i’ve been asleep all afternoon. might not be the brightest idea of mine to not bring an umbrella.” you explained, trying your best to keep yourself warm by hugging your arms to yourself. 

nanami contemplated letting you into his home; not that he didn’t want you there, he just had business to attend to later into the evening. seeing your freezing frame, however, made him think otherwise. “how about you say here for a bit? i don’t think the rain would let up anytime soon.” he offers, motioning his head to the doors of the apartment complex. 

you wanted to decline, you really did. but considering whether you should wait this is one out and probably face hypothermia, maybe accepting his offer was the wisest choice to make.

so you relent, nodding quietly as you walk closer to kento, following him inside the building and into the elevator. “have you invited anyone else from the office over here?” you asked him, genuinely curious to see if he has brought anyone else over. 

to your surprise, he shook his head. “just you, (y/n). and satoru, but he’s an unstoppable force of a migraine so i have no other choice.” he says, sighing at the mention of his best friend's persistent and unannounced visits. 

it somehow excited you, going inside his apartment and seeing where he would do his business, and it didn’t help that he admitted to not having anyone from the office over aside from gojo; it was like the cards of fate were on your side— even if the odds and chances of him ever opening up the topic were slim to none.

 if there was a 0.1% chance it would happen, you would jump on it.

the elevator ride was silent, the awkwardness weighing on your head as you shift from one foot to another as your eyes steadied on both of your reflection against the doors of the lift. it wasn’t helping that you were still cold from being drenched in the rain. “this is us, (y/n).” nanami mumbles quietly as the doors open to his floor, motioning you to get out first. 

“i’m not intruding by suddenly coming over, right?” you ask, nipping on your lower lip as you watch the muscles under his shirt flex as reaches for his keys. 

he glances back at you before finding the key, shaking his head. “relax, (y/n). i invited you to come over. would’ve declined if i felt you were.” he truthfully says, opening the door and steps to the side, tilting his head to the side and wait for you to enter. 

mumbling a soft thanks as you pass by him, you eye the apartment. it wasn’t /that/ fancy but you can definitely see that he was rich. anyone can also tell he liked reading from the multitude of books displayed on the shelf beside the tv. it was definitely an apartment of someone around his age. 

“you can wash up in the bathroom, i’ll grab you some spare clothes in my room.” he speaks up, pointing to the door by the end of the hallway. “i’ll just knock when i have them ready.” he finishes, walking briskly into his bedroom. 

you head off into the bathroom and wash up, stripping from your clothes to go into the shower and wash off the sticky feeling from being in the rain, sighing in satisfaction as the warmth of the water soothes down your shaking body. 

right as you were done, you heard the knocking from the bathroom door. “(y/n)? here’s the clothes.” he calls out. wrapping yourself with the towel, you open up slightly to see him with his arm extended but his face was facing away. “just… find me in the living room after.” he mumbles and walks away as soon as he feels you grab the set of clothing. 

briefly slipping into the boxers and the shirt he gave, you walked out and headed for the living room where you saw him sat by the couch, legs sprawled just enough for the dirty thoughts to come right back. his lap seemed so inviting but you had to keep yourself at bay. you were a sudden guest after all.

“would you like some coffee? tea?” nanami says, eyes shamelessly checking you out in his clothes; the way it looked on you causing his dick to stir in his jeans. he felt ridiculous, being turned on by the way you look in his clothes. then again, you didn’t seem to mind his blatant way of eyeing you up and down. nanami is a wise man, he knew and felt if the tension was thick and that was clearly evident with you. 

nodding, you sat down by his side; the distance just enough for the two of you not to touch. “if it wouldn’t be such a bother, some coffee would be perfect.” you answer, smiling at him shyly as you get comfortable in the cushions. 

feeling his weight lift off from the couch, he looks down at you with his same old stoic expression. “again, you’re my guest so it’s natural for me to try and be a good host. i’ll get us a cup of coffee.” he says, patting your head gently before disappearing into the kitchen. 

and you were left alone. alone in nanami kento’s house. 

if you were to tell yourself two weeks ago that you were in this current predicament, she would have never believed you. but here you are, eyes wondering around to observe the little trinkets, decor, and overall ambiance of the older man’s place. the curiosity of wanting to know where he films his live but you wanted to respect him and not blow your cover about being aware inside of his own home. 

“i’ll find out soon enough, nanami…” you mumble softly as you stretch, unaware that the very owner of the name you just mentioned was just a few feet behind you. 

“find you about what?” nanami’s voice startles you, sitting up straight as you turn your body to look at him with eyes as wide as saucers. c’mon get it together, (y/n)! you look like a deer caught in headlights! you cuss to yourself, unable to form any excuse for a few minutes. 

kento looked unamused, raising an eyebrow to your direction as he places the two mugs of coffee down on the table. “asked you a question, (y/n). what are you going to find out?” he asks one more time, authority dripping in his tone which sends shivers down your spine. his dominant aura seeping out of him so naturally as he towers over you. 

looks like you have no other choice than to come clean. 

taking a deep sigh, you start to avoid his gaze, fingers toying with the edge of his shirt. “i… i know, kento.” you admit, voice shy and meek as your heart thrashes around in your chest at the reaction he could have. “i was curious about where you… do things.”

the moment the words left your lips, nanami knew exactly what you meant and honestly, he wasn’t even mad. you treated him the same despite bearing the heavy secret of his work outside of the office hours. you didn’t even gossip around the department about it! you were such a good girl for him that it honestly turned him on more so than feeling invaded.

“and you’ve kept it all this time?” his voice comes out lower than before, stepping closer as one of his digits hook around your chin to lift your face, making you have eye-contact with him. “why’d be so secretive about it, sweet thing?” 

sweet thing. motherfucker knows he has you hooked around his finger and you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit frustrated at yourself for being so weak. “because… it felt nice to be the only one to know.” you say, nipping at your bottom lip as your vulnerability slowly shows in front of him. 

his free hand snakes around your waist to pull you in, tilting his head lightly as his dark orb stares into yours. “such a good girl for me, yeah? keepin’ my secret and all” he says lowly, leaning in just enough for his lips to ghost the skin of your cheek, breath fanning over your ears. “should i reward you for being a good girl then?” 

he hit the spot. he knew exactly what you wanted and you weren’t even ashamed about your body language, hands now gripping the side of his shirt tightly to keep him close to you. “y-yes sir, want you so bad.” you mumble quietly. 

that’s everything that nanami needed to hear. 

his lips were on yours in a flash, moving in such a slow and intimate way you can’t help but whine just the tiniest bit into the kiss. it drew a low groan from his end, sounding almost primal as he pulled you in tighter, feeling his hardening dick stir against your lower belly. his hands were already underneath your shirt, palming your breasts and pinching your pebbled nipples. 

“gonna take you to the room, darlin’” he mumbles, stripping away your shirt before lifting you up with ease as he navigates through his apartment with such expertise. his lips never leave your skin, planting open-kisses to your neck, leaving little nibbles here and there that would probably leave light marks for you to see after all of this. 

once reaching his room, you gently tosses you down on his bed, “take a look ‘round and see if this satisfies your curiosity.” he says, motioning to the familiar set up you took in as his background whenever he streams. “could easily open up that camera and fuck you for the whole internet to see, would you like that?” kento asks you, pointing to the camera that was directed at his bed. “as much as i would want that, wanna keep you as mine for tonight.”

the pure filth that was leaving his lips caused your brain to malfunction, unable to form any words from being so overwhelmed already, he shakes his head. “already a dumb baby? how will i fuck you stupid then, little slut?” he tsks, going down on his knees and tugs you to the end of the bed. 

easily slipping off the boxers you were wearing, he groans at the sight of your sopping cunt. “such’a good fuckin’ girl for me.” he groans lightly, his big hand gripping at your thigh as his tongue took a teasing kitten lick at your folds, humming at how sweet you tasted for him. “so wet and i haven’t even done anything yet?”

“m-mhm, s’all for you, sir.” you respond, looking down to meet his gaze, your hand slowly reaching over to grip at his hair which earns another groan from him. 

“gonna make sure you only know my name by the end of the night.” was the last thing he said before latching onto your clit, tongue swirling around your clit. his free hand ghosting against your hole, middle and ring finger gathering enough of your arousal before dipping in, filling you quite well. 

your hips buck up as you feel his fingers enter, “t-too big, nami…” you sputter out, already losing it at the idea of his dick fucking you senseless later on. 

kento was about to lose it; he was a man of self-control but something about the way you react has him wanting to see more of you, to gauge more reactions from the touches he gives you. nanami wanted it all. 

“gonna have to prep you, sweet thing. needa make sure you’re ready for daddy.” he answers, fingers doing quick work of finding that one spot that made sure to have you writhing underneath him. seeing how your face contorted into one of pure bliss, he knew he had it. 

with his tongue doing laps around your clit and his fingers fucking you so well, you could feel the tightness forming at the pit of your stomach. “g-gonna cum, nami…” you manage to say, your moans filling up his room as you struggle to control your movement against him. 

you hear him hum, his ministrations never stopping until you feel yourself come undone, nanami’s fingers ride out your high before pulling away once you settle down. you’ve never cum that hard before and you want more.

whining lightly at the sudden loss of his fingers inside you, your eyes watch eagerly as he licks his fingers clean, his stare at you filled with lust. “w-want you in me, sir.” you beg, hand reaching up to palm him through his sweats, earning another groan from him. “please… need you so bad.” 

and who was kento to decline? making quick work of his swears, your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, freed from the constraints of his pants with his tip smeared with his precum.

sitting yourself up, he stops you and shakes his head. “gonna pleasure you first baby, can do that some other time.” he says, positioning himself on top of you. the tip of his dick ghosting against your hole. 

“don’t… don’t think it would fit.” you mumble softly, already whining at the feeling of his tip teasing you. “gonna have to make it fit then, princess.” he says, slowly sinking into you. 

the both of you groan in satisfaction;  the feeling of your tight walls wrap around him so well and the burn of his length enter you already causing so much euphoria

once he bottoms out, he stays just for you to adjust to his size. once you nod, he rocks his hips into a steady rhythm, his groaning music to your ears. “s-so fuckin’ tight baby. gonna make me cum so soon.” he grunts, voice a bit gruff as you let out another whine. 

“go faster, nami, please. want it rough.” you beg, throwing your head back at how he fills you up so well, just wanting to feel every bit of him. “you sure, baby?” he asks, lifts his head to look at you, adoring your already fucked out expression. 

“mhm, use me, please.” you beg. 

with your verbal permission, nanami relents. his thrusts were sharp yet hit the exact same spot every time. with his free arm snaking down, his thumb does quick work to rub circles around your clit, overstimulating you even more. 

his lips bite into your skin, leaving nasty lovebites as your fingertips drag along his skin, leaving red marks along his back. it was mixed with your light and airy moans, his low grunts and occasional curses and praises about how well you were taking him; t’was pure filth with the sound of skin slapping resonating in the room.

“k-kento, sir, i’m- i’m close!” you squeal, hips bucking up uncontrollably as tears form in your eyes; overwhelmed with pleasure from his fingers and cock.

kento’s drunk on the feeling of your pussy squeezing him right with your legs wrapped around your waist, he couldn’t get enough. “gonna cum in you, yeah? gonna make sure your pussy’s dripping with my cum.” he gruntles, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he starts to chase his own high. “look so fuckin’ pretty with those tears runnin’ down your face, angel.”

his words of praises sent you over the edge, nodding desperately as your grip around him tightens. you feel yourself cum for the second time tonight and nanami rides out your high, his own coming soon after, filling you up. 

he thrusts in you one more time, causing you to react and shake your head, “t-too much, nami.” which he understands and slowly pulls out, watching as thick white beads drip from your cunt mixed with your own arousal. 

kento leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, “gonna be back in a bit, sweet girl.” he mumbles and leaves, reappearing with a towel and a glass of water in his hands soon after. “here.” he says, giving you the glass and stars to clean you up gently, his hands light and makes sure to leave nothing. 

putting the glass of water on the bedside table, you hold his wrist and tug on it. “please don’t leave, nami. just want you here.” you mumble, patting the space next to you. 

the blonde obliges and lays down beside you, easily pulling you into his embrace and tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “gonna be here by your side for as long as y’ want me to, sweet thing.” he says, shutting his eyes to relax himself. 

“next time we do this, we’re fucking for everyone to see.”

peepeepoopoo camboy!nanami says to reblog, pretty please !! >__<

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[jjkamochoso]

My Boy’s Got His Own Ringtone

Nanami x gn!reader

Angst, hurt/no comfort

Based on 100 gecs’ song “Ringtone”

Warnings: none (idk why it’s marked as a mature post, there’s nothing sus in here)

[My boy’s got his own ringtone, it’s the only one I know, it’s the only one I answer]

You glanced at the clock, seeing the hour and minutes hands being precisely where you didn’t want them. You still had about 3 hours left in the workday and you were drowning in mission reports that had to be looked over, edited for clarity, submitted to the higher ups, then filed correctly. With the influx of high grade curses roaming around, paperwork from sorcerers for office people like you was bound to increase as well and you were getting the brunt of it. You were exhausted, to say the least. Not to mention, your cellphone wouldn’t stop ringing with people asking you the stupidest questions, leading you to almost throw the damn thing in the dumpster. Instead of costing yourself the extra money that you don’t have by ruining the (unfortunately necessary) piece of technology, you had put the annoying rectangle on do not disturb and shoved it in one of your desk drawers.

“30 minutes of peace and quiet, that’s all I can afford,” you had muttered to yourself, but now that time had passed and you found yourself grasping the phone once more. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the lit up screen—27 missed calls and 45 group texts. Scrolling through the texts, you were thankful that none of them were urgent matters. The phone calls, on the other hand, were ones you had to attend to and make sure all questions were answered. You were about to press the “call back” button for the first sorcerer who needed your assistance, but your phone rang with a call from someone else. Before you smashed the phone into little tiny pieces, you registered the ringtone and quickly answered, a smile forming on your face for the first time today.

“Nanami! How can I help you today?” you asked, any trace of previous annoyance immediately dissolved.

“L/n, hello. I have a question to ask you, and I’m sure you’ve been busy. Is this an alright time to talk?”

You practically swooned. You couldn’t believe how respectful of your time and work Nanami was and it made him even more attractive, if that was possible.

“I’ll always make time for you,” you answered sweetly.

“And I, for you,” he replied, and then dove into his question. It was a fairly simple one and you were honestly surprised he needed clarification. Maybe he was teaching Yuji how to write reports and wanted to hear it being explained from the source? Whatever it was, you were just happy to hear his voice, no matter the situation.

“Does that make sense?” you asked after explaining.

“Yes, thank you very much. I appreciate your help today and whenever I may need assistance in the future.”

“Don’t ever hesitate to call, text, or seek me out. You know where my office is!”

It was true, Nanami did. He had spent many hours there with you, in comfortable silence, typing away reports and filling out various paperwork. He would try to convince himself that the reason he sought out refuge with you was because no one would find him there to bother him while he was working, not because he desperately wanted to watch the way you would crinkle your nose when you caught a horrendously bad typo in a report, or be enthralled in the way your nimble fingers made quick use of the computer keyboard, or anxiously awaited your invitation to a coffee shop during lunch breaks where everything would feel like a perfect date instead of an outing with a close friend if he just admitted his feelings to you. No, he chose the office he did most of his work in because he was helplessly, selfishly in love with the person whose nameplate graced the door.

You, of course, returned Nanami’s undisclosed affection, but you knew it could never work. He was a Grade 1 sorcerer while you were a lowly office clerk, a glorified secretary, no better than the salaryman position he had left behind. Status and money were of no matter to either of you, but you felt, deep in your heart, that your lack of status and achievements could never win over the 7:3 sorcerer. He was so handsome and accomplished that he could have anyone in the world and certainly deserved better than someone like you.

Anyway, back to the phone call.

“That I do, I’ve spent many days in there. Thank you for sharing your space with me. Speaking of, do you mind if I drop by at the end of the day?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You hadn’t seen Nanami in a fair amount of time since he had been dispatched on all sorts of missions lately.

“Of course! What’s mine is yours. You’re welcome here anytime,” you said, hoping he understood that you truly meant it with every fiber of your being.

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon,” he said, and hung up. As you went back to your work, you noticed you had a new jolt of energy. You didn’t even realize you were supposed to be off 5 minutes ago until there was a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you said, shuffling the rest of your papers away to deal with them tomorrow. In your haste, you didn’t notice your phone flying into the pile and landing somewhere unseen.

“It’s just me,” Nanami said, slipping past the doorframe.

“Just you, huh?” you teased, earning a small smile from him.

“I’m here to staple a few things, if that’s alright,” he explained, and you gestured to the stapler on your desk. In reality, he wanted to come by and see you since he’d been gone for so long. You had become a source of comfort to him, something he knew he could depend on to be there when he came back from a mission. In a world where his existence could be easily taken from him, he liked the idea of loving someone who lived a more peaceful life. Sure, you thought your job was boring, and it was, but Nanami wanted that for someone as precious to him as you were. You, on the other hand, were thinking about how blessed you were for being able to see his muscular forearm on full display as he leaned over to staple papers, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow. You didn’t want to look away, but certainly wouldn’t be caught staring. You grabbed your bag before trying to head home, but you absolutely couldn’t find your phone anywhere.

“That stupid thing causes me more and more trouble,” you mumbled, furiously digging through drawers. Nanami had never seen you so flustered before, and he had to admit, it was pretty cute. However, he knew he needed to help with whatever it was you were talking about.

“Trying to find something?” he asked, gaining your attention. You huffed, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“I lost my phone when I was going through piles of papers,” you explained, “but of course nobody needs me anymore or else I’d hear it ring and could find where it went.”

“Want me to call it?”

“Please,” you said, exasperated. With a slight chuckle, he clicked on your contact and it started to ring. All of a sudden, you heard Nanami’s custom ringtone coming from your trash can.

[It’s my way of trying to let you know, I’ve got a little thing for you, I’ve got a little crush or something]

“Found it!” you exclaimed, pulling the phone out as it continued to blare his very own theme song.

“That’s a ringtone I’ve never heard before,” Nanami commented, “did you choose a new one while I’ve been gone?”

Damn him for being so observant! You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him the truth but the words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Nope, this is your own special one,” you said sheepishly. You figured you should explain yourself further since he gave you a look that implied he wanted to hear more. “You’re the only person I actually like to talk to, so it’s my way of filtering out the calls I don’t care to answer.”

“I see,” he said, his warm brown eyes staring into your own. His expression was unreadable as always and you hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable.

“Is that weird? I can change it if you think that’s weird, I—”

“No!” he said, hurriedly, “please don’t. I find it… endearing. I feel the same, your company is the only one I can stand most days.” With his confession coupled with yours, it was hard for both of you to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

“Okay well, I guess I should head home,” you said, trying to make a beeline for the door, but you felt Nanami’s large hand gently grab hold of your arm so you didn’t leave.

“Wait, l/n, I need to ask you something else.” These words that left his mouth were quieter than usual.

“I’m off the clock, Nanami, you can call me y/n if you want,” you told him, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of a blush on his face.

“Okay then, y/n, you’re well versed in the rules of jujutsu workplaces and colleague relations, right?”

You nodded and he continued.

“I know we don’t technically work together but please tell me before I get my hopes up. Would it be wrong of me to ask you on a date?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was Nanami being serious? He was never a man of jokes like Gojo so he must be for real. You gulped.

“There’s no rules regarding that subject that I know of,” you replied and Nanami looked relieved.

“Oh. Then, allow me to ask you properly this time. Y/n, would you grant me the privilege of taking you on a date?”

“I would love nothing more, Nanami,” you said, smiling.

“Please,” he said, his eyes shining, “call me Kento.”

You felt like the luckiest person in the world.

It was a brisk fall day and you were enjoying your time out of the office for the weekend. The market you were at was pleasantly busy, enough people to observe for a bit but not too many where it was overwhelming. It was nice to get out and walk around for a while. Taking in the smells of the pastries, you followed your nose to a vendor selling the cutest little loaves of bread.

Nanami would love these, you thought to yourself, and bought a few of them for breakfast. As you strolled away, bag in hand, you heard a phone ring. It was that same ringtone that lived in your mind since the day you set it for the man you loved. You hurriedly dug your hand into your purse, excited for once to find your phone, but you were greeted with a dark screen. All of a sudden, you felt a sensation like someone grabbing your heart and twisting it out of your chest.

[Used to love that ringtone when you called me, now it makes me sick]

No. It wasn’t Nanami calling you. He couldn’t.

Kento Nanami was dead.

A/n: it was my first time writing some evil like this, I hope you enjoyed the heart shattering moment😈 also I can’t remember if there’s report writing and paperwork in the JJK universe but I’m sure there is so take this with a grain of salt okay love you byeeee <3

#nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami x reader angst #nanami x y/n #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you

[curioussubjects]

Kara/Lee Fic LiveJournal Links

It occurred to me a while ago maybe not everyone is familiar with navigating LiveJournal, much less how to go about finding fic there. I figured it could be helpful to have a list of personal journals and communities to make that easier, or just to have on hand. What's included on this list: * Authors (prolific and/or widely rec'd, some with partial AO3 archiving); * K/L Communities (great sources for other fics and fanworks); * General Battlestar Galactica (2003) fic communities; * Friend-Locked and Deleted Journals (for reference and archived links, if applicable); * Authors that moved all their fics to AO3 (not linked, also for reference). All that being said, this post is neither a rec list or comprehensive. Mainly, I wanted it to be a point of entry for new fans or fans who aren't familiar with LiveJournal. With that in mind, if I forgot a community or user you think should be here, let me know and I'll edit the post to include them. Let me know if there are any issues/questions!

If you see your username on this list and you'd like to be taken off of it, just let me know and I'll edit the post, and likewise if you have your fics listed on LiveJournal and you'd like me to link to them.

Note: You might notice reference to a specific archive for Kara/Lee fic, called Fallout Shelter, as you explore these links. The bad news is that the site is offline. Unfortunately, the site wasn't archived very well either, so pretty much all the fics that were exclusively archived there are gone. The good news is that the archive was a repository for fics originally posted on the ApolloStarbuckFic yahoo group, which was saved during the massive archival effort to backup YG back in 2019/2020. The even better news is that the data for that group might become available some time next week. I'll make a post explaining how to go about sifting through all the messages if/when the data becomes available. Keep in mind though that I haven't seen this data yet, so I have no idea what, if anything, is saved in the group's messages and files. Still, though, definitely something to be excited about!

Fics under the cut! ☺

General Communities

Battlestar Recs BSG 2003 Fics BSG Creative BSG Epics BSG Fic Finders BSG Kink BSG Remix BSG Slash

Kara/Lee Communities

The Applecart Beyond Insane KaraLeeFic No Takebacks Pilots Big Bang Pilots Presents Reel Pilots SASA HQ (additional fic tag)

Authors (A-Z)

alissabobissa (general k/l tag, ffn) anr (general k/l tag) apodixis bantha-fodder (general k/l tag on dw) that i should suffer (archived) brynnmck (general bsg tag) coffeesuperhero (general fic masterlist) daphnaea (general fic masterlist) dionusia (general k/l tag) elly427 (general k/l tag) embolalia (general k/l tag) fahye (general fic masterlist) hackaddict indigo419 kate98 (lj deleted, find on ffn) kdbleu leavingslowly leda13 (general fic tag) letterstonorah (lj deleted, general k/l tag on dw) liminalliz (general fic tag) lint (deleted lj, fin on ffn/ao3) lotus79 meyerlemon (lj deleted, find on ffn) mnemosyne olaf47 sangga (general bsg tag) shah-of-blah (general bsg fic tag) stars-like-dust (general bsg fic tag) svilleficrecs (general fic tag) tamsibling thefannishwaldo (general bsg tag, also on ffn) voleuse whatimages (general bsg tag) widget285 (general bsg tag) wisteria- (general bsg tag) zeplum (saintstreet, plumunited) F-Locked Journals queenofthorns (f-locked on dw) rawles/peri-peteia (ao3, dw) workerbee73

Deleted Journals/Fics

kag523 latteaddict nancy777ca (some fics on ffn) oxymoronassoc (archived, see below) Look Him Straight in the Eye Just Something Out of Step shawngf sloanesomething (archived, see below) And So I Woke (1 [might be gone], 2, 3, 4, 5) All the While Byzantium (SVU crossover) Terms Five Things that Didn’t Happen on Colonial Day Untitled

Find on AO3: callmeonetrack elzed Innibis ninjamonkey73 rachelindeed rayruz scifishipper SomewhereApart

#starpollo #kara thrace #lee adama #battlestar galactica #bsg 2003 #pilots lj fic links #fanfiction

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance was very… particular about things, Keith noticed. And it wasn’t just him, obviously. Their whole team was pretty particular. Hunk, for example, had to have all his tools organized and straightened before he could work on something. If they weren’t, he’d stop whatever he was doing to straighten them out again. Keith had taken to polishing his knife (and other small tasks like that) in Hunk’s workshop, so he could straighten the man’s tools for him, and then he wouldn’t have to start over. (As an added bonus Hunk had all the drama — Keith would rather make friends with the business end of Pidge’s bayard than admit it, but he enjoyed listening to the gossip now and then.) Allura was very particular, too. Her holoscreens and data files for the Coalition were so meticulously organized and colour-coded that they were beautiful even to Keith, who didn’t much care for folder organization.

All of them had their quirks, their strange hills to die on. But Lance? Lance had a particular way of doing everything, it seemed. Which made sense, given who he was as a person — aka someone who could, in one word, be described as ‘extra’. (And, yeah, Keith is well aware that he’s telling on himself by having noticed all Lance’s quirks at all. He knows damn well that the only reason he knows that Lance is — and he’s saying this with all the fondness in his heart — a weirdo, is because he watches Lance, all the time, and does everything he can to be around him. He knows. He’s had his embarrassing realization. He’s accepted the L. He likes watching Lance, because he likes Lance. A lot. It’s whatever.)

One specific thing that Keith noticed is that Lance plans out who he’s going to sit next to at dinner in advance. There’s no real real rhyme or reason to it — Keith spent a while trying to figure out a pattern, but gave up after about a week of complete randomness. He seems to sit next to whomever he pleases, for very specific reasons that only he knows.

Hold on, now, you might be saying. It really sounds like you’re just reading into it, and Lance just sits at random places every day.

And, yeah. That would be a fair assumption.

If it weren’t for one small thing.

See, no matter what time Lance arrives in the dining room, he’s the last to sit down. Always. Even if he’s the first there, even if he’s the one to cook. He’s somehow the last one to sit down. He waits for everyone else to sit, looks at the table for a moment, visibly makes a decision, and then sits beside whomever he’s chosen. It’s because of this that Keith’s sure he’s right. (Again. Keith knows it’s a stupid thing to put so much effort into observing, but he can’t very well turn it off. His brain focuses on things it finds interesting. It follows the dopamine. And, as humiliating as it is, Keith’s brain has decided Lance is a great source of said chemical.)

There is some pattern, Keith supposes. If Lance knows someone has had a rough day, or looks tense, or hasn’t been taking care of themselves, he sits next to them. He does it when Allura is particularly homesick, so he can subtly steer the conversation into happy memories of Altea to cheer her up. He does it when Shiro is tense and shaking from a day of bad memories, so he can joke and tease until Shiro is laughing so hard he sprays milk through his nose. He does it when Coran is weary and exhausted, making sure everything Coran needs is in reach so the advisor feels a little less drained at the end of the meal. He does it when Pidge hasn’t done anything but code for several days, quietly scooping extra portions on her plate and nagging her into an early bedtime. He does it when Hunk is fidgeting anxiously and shivering, keeping a constant hand on Hunk’s person and telling wild stories from home until Hunk’s smiling again.

He does it for Keith, too, although it took him a while to realise. Whenever Keith is snappy and irritable or blank and sad, Lance will invent some stupid game where he’s ‘definitely better at than you, Mullet, so eat that!’ until Keith has perked right up and started arguing right back and playing along with so much intensity that he forgets why he was so upset in the first place.

Yeah. It’s definitely one of the many reasons why Keith likes him so much. He’s always had a soft spot for the kind ones.

Most of the time, though, everyone’s feeling pretty good. There’s no one who needs Lance’s strength or wit or humour to go to bed with a weight lifted off their shoulders. No one Lance needs to care for.

On these days, Lance sits with whomever he carefully chooses. (Keith is pleased to note that, on a good chunk of these occasions, Lance sits with him, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Today, Lance is sitting with Hunk, who’s deep in conversation with Shiro. To entertain himself, he’s taken to playing out some dorky drama, using his utensils as action figures and silently mouthing out dialogue. (Keith wants to repeatedly bang his head on a wall, because holy shit, that’s such a dweeb thing to do and it shouldn’t be endearing but it is and Keith wants to kiss his stupid face so badly.)

Suddenly Coran sneezes across the table, one of those great big dad sneezes, and Lance startles, his fork going flying.

“Aw, man,” he mutters, immediately bending down to grab it.

Without breaking away from his conversation, Hunk reaches over and covers the corner of the table with his hand, so when Lance shoots back up, he only brushes Hunk’s fingers instead of braining himself on the hard edge or the table.

Keith blinks. As soon as Lance is upright, Hunk pulls his hand back, and Lance goes back to playing with his utensils like he never dropped one in the first place.

Hunk looks completely unchanged. Lance doesn’t offer thanks, or even acknowledge what Hunk did in the first place.

Neither of them noticed the reaction. At all.

Keith hides a smile in his hand. It figures that Lance is so clumsy that Hunk has security measures in place for something as harmless as eating dinner, and even more so that Hunk has to do them so often that he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it. It figures that Lance spends so much time watching other people and anticipating their needs that he’s completely oblivious to any of his own.

“What’s funny?” Pidge asks, squinting at him.

Keith shrugs, but the smile stays firmly on his face. “Nothing.”

Pidge squints harder. “There’s definitely something. You look all… squishy.”

“It’s nothing,” Keith insists, but can’t quite stop himself from flicking his gaze towards Lance.

It does not escape Pidge’s notice, unfortunately.

“Oh, I see,” she says with a smirk.

Keith rolls his eyes, ignoring the flush on his cheeks. “Whatever. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Just embarrassed on your behalf. Personally, I can get through a meal without making painfully obvious heart-eyes at my super embarrassing middle school crush, but to each their own.”

“It’s not a middle school crush,” Keith says, elbowing her in the side. “It’s — whatever. He’s just kind of cute. That’s all. I can just — I’m just saying, objectively.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Loser.”

At the very sound of ‘Keith’ and ‘loser’ being spoken in the same sentence, Lance perks up. “Why’s Keith a loser? Besides all the regular reasons.”

Keith cuts a slightly panicked look to Pidge. He swears to god, if she even implies to Lance that Keith maybe kind of admitted he finds the blue paladin a little tiny bit cute in, perhaps, certain lighting —

“He drinks all of his water before touching his food,” Pidge says instead, and Keith lets out a sigh of relief before registering what she said.

“Hey, that doesn’t make me a loser,” he argues.

“It kind of does,” Allura interjects gently. “Sorry.”

Lance laughs, and Keith is so caught up in the sound that he forgets to defend himself.

He scowls at Pidge’s widening smirk.

Whatever. It’s — it’s just a crush. A measly, tiny, itty-bitty crush. Keith’s sure he’ll get over it soon.

He risks a quick glance over to the crush in question, who has abandoned his utensil telenovela in favour of enthusiastically explaining the intricacies of Terran marine biodiversity to the Alteans. His smile is so wide it crinkles his eyes, almost completely hiding the warm brown irises.

Keith huffs, shaking his head at his own audacity. Get over Lance? Who’s he kidding?

#it’s been a while since i wrote smth so disgustingly fluffy!! #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #pidge #pidge holt #hunk & lance #pidge & keith #team as family #mom friend lance #autistic lance #adhd keith #pining keith #klance #observant keith #truly so much pining like it’s ridiculous #my writing #fic fragment #brown-eyed lance

[mikami]

I found an interesting question on reddit

“

I guess it makes him look to the task force like he's trying to "do" something about Kira, but L already talked through this option with the task force and determined it would be a bad move because it would provoke Kira to kill innocents instead. So Light could have just kept up that pretense of respecting L's decision/wishes and not done anything while continuing to benefit from gaining information on criminals via news outlets.

But instead he did this and just as L predicted when reporting on criminals' names and faces was ended, instead anon flooded the internet posting the information of alleged 'criminals' with no proof that they committed or were even suspected in any crimes. So for 5 years essentially Reddit/4Chan was Light's main source of information on who to kill?

If Light is sincere about trying to make the world a better place and truly only wants to kill proven criminals this makes no sense, it just makes it much harder for him to do that.  Am I missing something?”

What are your thoughts on this

The 'no proof that they committed or were even suspected in any crimes' part is conjecture, if i am not totally mistaken - and I think it is reasonable conjecture to make based on current day society and internet? But I think this is also one of the things where perception now is very different than it was in 2005 when this plotpoint was written.

This is the image that is shown when this is discussed - what we see here is leaked police files, including fingerprinting data etc, not forum posts. The idea is that Light was working off basically the same information as before, just obtained through illegal means.

And I think this idea of a dark net where you can obtain reliable information that is not publicly available was a lot more believable to an audience in an era that still predates the prime internet age. People simply weren't very online in 2005 - as evidenced by lines like Misa's "I don't even use the internet", which seem ridiculous now.

From today's POV this all seems insane because manipulated information runs rampant online and we cannot conceive of a way in which this method of obtaining information is anywhere close to being reliable... but that's not what a contemporary reader might have thought.

Combining this with the knowledge that during the whole first arc Light actually researched every single case and took mitigating circumstances into account... I really don't think the 'Light got his info from 4chan' interpretation is how we're meant to see this.

(Like, I can absolutely imagine Light's standards getting looser over time, but like... not that loose.)

#answers

[theroyalsims]

“HAPPIER WITH ANYA” ALFONSO+ANYA FANS MOURN PRINCE’S ENGAGEMENT

It’s a sad day for die-hard shippers of two of the most popular young royals. 

It has recently been announced that Prince Alfonso is engaged to be wed to his girlfriend of half a year, Miss Felicity Nowhanne. The happy news, however, was not well-received by some royal fans, specifically those who were hoping that the Prince would end up with our very own Crown Princess Anya. 

(Above: File photos (L) Alfonso helps Anya walk through a muddy archaeological site during the latter’s official visit to Selvadorada. (R) Anya and Alfonso were photographed leaving the chapel together after the christening of Princess Amara, the latter’s niece. The two stood as godparents to the little Princess.)

Although the Prince and Crown Princess never really dated, people have noticed their chemistry during the times they’ve been photographed with each other, and noted that they look incredibly good together. 

One fans wrote:

“No. No, Fonsi! You’re supposed to be with Anya! What are you doing? That’s not Anya. I see the way you look at our girl, and lemme just say you look way happier with Anya that with that other lady.”

(Above: Prince Alfonso smiles alongside Crown Princess Anya for a group photo during Queen Julia’s birthday banquet last year.)

Another wrote:

“For me, it’s the way he looks at Anya and the way he’s always touching her whenever they’re together. Look at his eyes. They literally shimmer when he looks at her! Everyone knows Alfonso has feelings for Anya. I dunno if she knows how he feels, but you can’t fake the magical pull between them.” 

However, some say that the imaginary pairing is completely unfounded. One royal expert suggest:

“Yes, they look together and they get along really well. But they’ve never actually been a couple. Anya knows that Alfonso is a massive flirt and has playboy tendencies so she has always kept her distance. 

For years they’ve been linked and rumoured to be together, and some of my inside sources reveal that Alfonso did try his luck with Anya, but she shot him down nicely but rather quickly. She values his friendship, but that’s all it’ll ever be for those two, at least where Anya is concerned.”

(Above: File photos. Top row: Alfonso and Anya reunited for the royal wedding of Tartosa’s Crown Princess Giulianna; Bottom Row: Alfonso and Anya were photographed laughing during the pre-wedding party of Prince Liam of Glimmerbrook a few years back.)

Some royal fans also felt sorry for Prince Alfonso’s future bride:

“Imagine being engaged to a hot Prince and immediately find your name and yourself torn apart just because some people are convinced your fiancé is better off with someone else. That must hurt like heck. I actually feel sorry for her. Some royal fans can be too much sometimes.”

While we agree that Anya and Fonsi would’ve looked great together (and let’s face it, made adorable babies), some things are just not meant to be. 

Here’s hoping Fonsi finds happiness with Miss Felicity. 

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royal family #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal legacy #anya #alfonso #mystory

[coriline]

The (sad) life of Francis Henderson Junior

(When I thought John Laurens' life was sad enough this appeared)

The information that will appear was taken from here.

Better known like John Laurens' grandson, only surviving child of Frances Laurens and Francis Henderson, this newspaper talked some little details about his life.

They (Frances Laurens and Francis Henderson) lived together about a year, which time young Frank (Francis Jr) was born. (I suppose he was born in London and it was understood in Abbeville as I several times hear him say his vote was challenged at Cedar Springs in '30 or '32 for evidence that he was "civilized")

Francis Henderson and Frances Laurens married in the year 1795, Francis Jr was the only surviving child of the marriage, Francis Jr was certainly born in London and baptised there, about his year of born I don't know where's the source but most of mentions of him around internet said he was born during 1800 (as the article suggest).

Here, starts the most personal part of his life, one that, for lack of sources to refute or support this, I'm going to just copy it here.

The husband and wife spent the second year or a part of it, in Paris, and quarrelled and filed bills and cross bills for divorce, with evidences that looked ugly for both. I do not know whether the battle was in England, France or South Carolina; no disse lution of the marriage tie was granted, but the child was awarded to the father, and also the trusteeship of the estate , the wife being allowed an annuity of $1800, and the balance of income divided between father and son.

My understanding is, that the father placed his son in Scotland with his relatives and came himself to the United States to manage the estate, making his residence at Newport, R. I., where he again married and raised a family, spending the winter in Charleston and Abbeville, leasing and renting the property. The wife remained in England and was living at an advanced age 26 or 28 years ago. Frank, junior, (Francis Jr) was graduated at Edinburg College and afterwards went through and graduated also at one of the first German colleges, and traveled a year or two. He then came to Charleston and read law with Jas. L. Pettigrew, or another, and was ad mitted after a most brilliant examination and the highest hopes entertained of him. (This I learned from the lips of one who studied and was admitted with him.) But just at that seemingly propitious period, he learned of the existence of his mother, whom he supposed had died at his birth, and with the message there came too much for him; his proud heart broke, and though caring not for the bowl he sought refuge in it from thence un til the grave closed over him.

When I first saw him in 1834 he appeared to be between 30 and 35 years of age, and had reached his quart per day; in 1840 he could "run" it, and to the end there was no difficulty in disposing of it. He made Abbeville his home and never left it but three times that I re member - twice he spent the summers at Flat Rock, N. C., and about 1836 he went to Washington. His father was trying to get reimbursed for a large sum expended by the elder Laurens in aid of the first " rebellion , " and supposed his presence would aid it. During his stay he was the guest of President Jackson at the White House. Frank, jr. (Francis Jr), boarded with the McLaren family, (as also his father during his stay,) and was as regular in his habits as David Lewis Wardlaw, but they were unfortunately, not so well ordered. He arose 90'clock A. M., took a cup of strong coffee, a hot roll and butter, boiled Mackerel, ham and eggs or steak, (he cared not for chicken.) Then he would sit or walk until 11 o'clock A. M., and then took his seat near a table, and after having filled a glass half with spirits and half with water (never used sugar) he would, read and sip an hour and repeat, which carried him to dinner time, when hef fr would go in on nearly a bee - line and cl make a hearty meal; then at 4 o'clock P. M. he would read and repeat the morning potations until supper, eating again; then after giving supper one hour, he would read and run down a pint by bed time , which would C leave hiin in a condition requiring aan little aid ( always at hand among the fe well - paid servants , ) in getting rid of te his boots, & c. This statement explains him from 1834 to about 1842. for Afterwards he weakened rapidly and ar required aid at the end of day sittings, te and on the "quarter stretch" he had to read and drink mostly in bed went under in 1847. He went under in 1874.

How a man could drink so much, so persistently, and so long, is a puzzle. My explanation is this: he in the first place inher ited a perfect physical development, strengthened by the school and college discipline in Europe, and he was free from all irregularities or habits taxing the system until perhaps 27 years of age with the basis of a good constitution established; again he always ate his meals and slept; and drank only the purest spirits, and never before breakfast on an empty stomach. He usually purchased by the bottle or demijohn, and whoever had the best "Otard" or "Dupuy" found a good customer. He drank mostly in his room, but sometimes with Robert Cochran whom he liked, and his seat was at a table in the back room. He ap courteous and enquiry, but I remember was polite and proachable for a proper accessible only to a few to have heard at the time of his being accosted on his way into Cochrau's by an impertinent fellow who mistook him, from his neat dress and having seen him standing in a tailor shop, for a "jour," and addressed him as such, which cost him a horizontal position and a bleeding head from a lance wood cane. He always dressed in fine taste, of the finest material, and had no use for cotton. He would in his better days have passed for hand some , but for his projecting eye-balls, the most so I ever witnessed. withstanding his habits he kept up with the current literature of the day, and was as nearly an Encyclopedia on walking library as ever came withing my reach. He was familiar with all the great authors and their writings, except Pollock, whose "Course of Time" he had never read through, nor found any other who had. He had visited all the great cities and points in Europe, and had seen, or was familiar with, all the potentates, politics and leaders of the day in Europe. He knew but little on this side of the water, and cared less. His American politics were a friend to Jackson.

He took a fancy to me early as a boy, and I to him as a man, and his room was open to me at any hour. I availed myself of him often, and am in debted to him for many facts and ex planations I might not have known without him. He was one of the finest readers I ever listened to. On one occasion I found him reading Richard III and he repeated some passages which may be excelled, but how I cannot imagine. At other times he read selected Psalms in a manner that seemed to give a meaning far more reaching than my own to me. He was a man of fine moral and religious sentiment, without the practice, as understood by rule or prescription. No one had a higher respect for the clergy and those who followed in sin cerity their teachings. He seemed to be a fated man under a cloud and carried onward by a power and circum stances beyond his control. And may it not be true that,

Who made the heart' tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord - its various tone, Each spring its various bins: Then at its balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly many compute, But know not what's resisted.

The last parragraph is from a poem written by Robert Burns, called "Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous", the Unco Guid is a Scottish term used for those who profess a strict morality, and the poem is in fact, a satirical critict to the hypocresy of the religious and social moral. Such a sour detail from the article author's part.

#I hope that y'all read this #historical John Laurens #John Laurens #Frances Laurens #Francis Henderson Jr #Laurens family #except that Francis didn't know his mother was alive #honestly i don't know which part is worse

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Blog #1 - First Person Account - CBTC on the NYC Subway

Have you ever wondered why some lines on the New York City Subway arrive much more frequently than others? Earlier this fall, when I went to Jackson Heights with my roommate, the same thought struck me: it seemed too good to be true that if we missed the 7 train, another would be coming in a mere four minutes. Looking into this further, I learned that one important factor playing a role in improved headway times for some trains is communications-based train control (CBTC). This new system, a major project for the MTA, rolled out on the Canarsie (L) line in 2009, the Flushing (7) line in 2018, and the Queens Boulevard (E, F, M, R) lines starting in 2021 [1]. 

Using the previous system, known as ‘fixed block’ signaling, the train tracks on a given line are divided into stationary blocks to keep trains a safe distance apart [2]. When the equipment on the tracks senses that a train has passed a block, the block is considered ‘occupied’, and no other trains can enter. Two additional ‘buffer’ blocks of safe distance are added behind the train, so that crashes can be prevented. This signaling system is still in use across much of the subway system, but it comes with many drawbacks. For one, most of the system’s signals were installed in the 1930s, meaning that tower operators must manually signal to train drivers that their block is clear so that they can move forward. For another, beyond whether or not a block is occupied, tower operators do not know the precise location of trains or their speed. If these details were known, the space between trains could theoretically be decreased to a minimum safe buffer distance in order to offer more trains per hour to customers on busy lines. With today’s computational power, the MTA is able to use CBTC to accomplish just that.

CBTC is a closed-loop control system, which takes as input the location of two trains relative to each other, their directions of travel, and their speeds. This is accomplished by detection using transponder interrogator antennas (TIAs) under the train, which communicate with other transponders mounted on the tracks. Rather than using fixed blocks, CBTC uses ‘moving-block’ signaling, where the length of a block moves with the train, in order to maintain the minimum safe amount of space between trains (which functions here as the setpoint). If trains get too close to each other during operations, which may happen depending on rail conditions or if a scheduled stop takes a particularly long time to load, the controller slows them down, or may trigger the train’s emergency brakes. Similarly, if they drift too far apart, the controller is able to speed them up. [3]

The MTA has touted many benefits to riders of the CBTC system, including more trains per hour, better on-time performance, and faster speeds. However, the installation of the CBTC equipment required to sense trains has come at a cost to New York State taxpayers, and has resulted in many recent disruptive service outages on the lines where it is being added. In my opinion, CBTC is a welcome addition to the technology powering the NYC subway, and will certainly be appreciated in time by a city full of commuters looking to get around faster.

Sources:

[1] Metropolitan Transportation Authority, "A final push for CBTC on the Queens Boulevard Line," new.mta.info. Available: https://new.mta.info/projects/CBTC-on-Queens-Boulevard 

[2] mtainfo. “CBTC: Communications-Based Train Control”, YouTube. 20 Jul 2015. [Video file]. Available: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mjx3S3UjmnA&ab_channel=mtainfo 

[3] H. Frishberg, “New York subway 101: A guide to the signal system”, ny.curbed.com, 2019. Available: https://ny.curbed.com/2019/2/27/18240200/mta-nyc-subway-signal-delays-infrastructure-guide 

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Why Accounting Matters to Your Business

Creating and evaluating financial reports, tax returns, and other reports are all part of accounting. It is the systematic and comprehensive documentation of a business’s financial transactions. There are actually numerous sorts of accounting, ranging from accounting for small enterprises through government, forensic, management, and corporate accounting.

Smaller firms may employ bookkeepers, whereas larger companies frequently hire accountants. Accountants often work with more intricate financial systems, but both bookkeepers and accountants play crucial roles in businesses.

Accounting is essential to running a business because it provides quantifiable financial data that you can use to track income and expenses and make business choices. For instance, these three financial statements—the income statement, balance sheet, and cash flow statement—are generated by your records.

It is crucial that you maintain accurate and up-to-date financial records if you wish to keep your firm afloat big or small! To give you a clearer perspective, read on!

#1 Accounting Monitors Your Business Performance

If you want to know how your business is performing, you can learn about its expenses, gross margin, debt, and other factors from the financial records kept by accountants. In other words, accounting boosts your knowledge of the financial health of your business.

A strong accounting system makes it easier to look back on the years and make comparisons. You may compare your present data with past accounting records and successfully manage your budget because cash flows are documented in financial records. If anything is better or worse, it is evident.

#2 It Helps To Create a More Profitable Future

How your budget and future goals will work out successfully is based on your financial records.

This is how accounting helps a business maintain complete financial control while minimizing business tax and other expenses. To maintain your transactions profitable, business trends and estimates are based on previous financial data. Using your earlier financial records as a beginning point in this process will be your key to achieving a more prosperous future which can lead to business success.

Let a professional team  of CPAs build you an accounting system that provides the data you need to project the future and create budgets!

#3 Accounting Organize Complex Documents

You can gain benefits from being as transparent as possible about your finances!

Investors, lenders, and employees are just a few interested groups in your company’s financial information. The health and reputation of your business may suffer if your documents are disorganized. Accounting services organize these frequently complicated documents to make them simpler to access and distribute to interested parties.

Managing money is much quicker and simpler when reliable accountants and trustworthy accounting services are in place! Tax season preparation will no longer be a nightmare, and your business may now spend time on other aspects of your life.

#4 Accountants Are Skilled at Handling Large Sums of Money.

A few things could make filing taxes for an individual or enterprise more difficult than usual.

If you have multiple sources of income or your business receives investment money, your taxes may be complicated. The same applies whether you personally receive a sizable fortune or have provided a substantial financial contribution. In general, your taxes become more complex the more money is involved.

The best accountants, however, are highly skilled and more than capable of handling even these large sums of money! From a tax standpoint, you wouldn’t want to take the chance of making a mistake until it’s too late to fix it. Thus, hiring professionals and delegating complex bookkeeping chores to them is the best and most practical solution.

Manage your money and simplify your life with the top accounting specialists from The Bookkeepers R Us!

#5 Things Get Difficult Without Accounting

A lack of financial records will make things overwhelming if your company grows to the point where it needs to expand, open a new location, or extend its team.

Would you lend money to someone who hasn’t demonstrated decent money management? Or work for an organization that is slack with budget compensation? Would you allow a tenant that couldn’t give recent profit and loss accounts to occupy your space? All of these questions would most likely have a negative response.

Without good financial management, growing your small business will be more challenging than it needs to be. Seek help from the best accounting service today to achieve business success!

In a Nutshell

Accounting is essential as it is the driving force behind wise decision-making. You cannot accurately know how your business is doing if you don’t have a system set up for accounting.

It can be challenging to decide whether you really need or when it would be best to engage a professional accountant. Consider the information we shared above, and if it resonates with you in easing your business operations, it might be time!

If you’re wondering about accounting, audits, or business consultancy, know that the expert team of The Bookkeepers R Us is at your service! One call can go a long way! Guarantee success for your business! Contact us!

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This tutorial will guide you through steps to install Zsh on Linux and Configure it to suit your needs. Definition of shell from Wikipedia: A Unix shell is a command-line interpreter or shell that provides a traditional user interface for the Unix operating system and for Unix-like systems. Users direct the operation of the computer by entering commands as a text for a command line interpreter to execute or by creating text scripts of one or more such commands. Most fresh installation of Linux comes pre-loaded with a Bash shell. Personally, I like zsh, and it’s my favorite shell that I use all the time. Why Zsh? Zsh does a bunch of other useful things that bash alone won’t accomplish. Apart from being a powerful scripting language, Zsh is a shell designed for interactive use. It incorporates into it many useful features of Bash, ksh, and tcsh. Other additional features provided by zsh are: Auto Completions are case insensitive much faster than bash. All sorts of bells and whistles made possible by a community-driven framework like oh-my-zsh. Support multi-line editing Recursive file globbing Highly compatible with ksh. Zsh has a huge collection of better themes. Simple configuration style Output redirection to multiple destinations And many more, do some googling to learn more. Here you’ll Install Zsh on Linux.  Install Zsh Shell on Linux Distributions Install zsh on Arch based systems: sudo pacman -S zsh How to install Zsh on Gentoo emerge --ask zsh Install Zsh on Debian based systems such as Ubuntu: sudo apt update sudo apt install zsh Install Zsh on Fedora / CentOS / Rocky / RHEL: # Fedora / RHEL 8 based sudo dnf install zsh # CentOS 7 / RHEL 7 sudo yum install zsh Check and Change shell to Zsh Confirm it’s installed and see a list of installed shells. After you successfully install Zsh on Linux, you should see version displayed. $ zsh --version zsh 5.8 (x86_64-ubuntu-linux-gnu) After you’ve installed it, we need to make it our default shell and customize it to get extra eye-candy. You can change the shell for both root and standard user accounts. Non-root account, sudo usermod $USER -s /usr/bin/zsh # OR sudo chsh -s /usr/bin/zsh $USER The command above will change shell for current logged in user. You can also specify username: sudo usermod username -s /usr/bin/zsh # OR sudo chsh -s /usr/bin/zsh username Logout after the change to start using new shell: logout Confirm if current shell is set to Zsh $ echo $SHELL /usr/bin/zsh If the default Zsh configuration file was not created, manually create empty one: touch ~/.zshrc Install Oh My Zsh (framework for managing your zsh configuration) The easiest way to customize zsh is to install Oh My Zsh to set zsh theme. Oh My Zsh is an open source, a community-driven framework for managing your zsh configuration. It comes with a load of plugins and themes to take advantage of. Install it as below. Prerequisites: wget curl git Make sure you have all above prerequisites installed on your system. sh -c "$(wget https://raw.github.com/robbyrussell/oh-my-zsh/master/tools/install.sh -O -)" New look after install Oh My Zsh framework. Once installed, you’ll get a bundle of themes that comes with it, located at ~/.oh-my-zsh/themes/ $ ls -l ~/.oh-my-zsh/themes/ ....omitted output ... -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 661 Mar 14 20:46 suvash.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 788 Mar 14 20:46 takashiyoshida.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 356 Mar 14 20:46 terminalparty.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 579 Mar 14 20:46 theunraveler.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 516 Mar 14 20:46 tjkirch.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 514 Mar 14 20:46 tjkirch_mod.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 1214 Mar 14 20:46 tonotdo.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 3642 Mar 14 20:46 trapd00r.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 4379 Mar 14 20:46 wedisagree.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 443 Mar 14 20:46 wezm+.zsh-theme

-rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 366 Mar 14 20:46 wezm.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 333 Mar 14 20:46 wuffers.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 574 Mar 14 20:46 xiong-chiamiov-plus.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 554 Mar 14 20:46 xiong-chiamiov.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 2426 Mar 14 20:46 ys.zsh-theme -rw-r--r-- 1 ubuntu ubuntu 727 Mar 14 20:46 zhann.zsh-theme You can also take a look in the plugins directory to see all plugins available. $ ls -lh ~/.oh-my-zsh/plugins ....omitted output ... drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 vscode drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 vundle drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 wakeonlan drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 wd drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 web-search drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 wp-cli drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 xcode drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 yarn drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 yii drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 yii2 drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 yum drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 z drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 zbell drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 zeus drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 zoxide drwxr-xr-x 2 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 zsh-interactive-cd drwxr-xr-x 4 ubuntu ubuntu 4.0K Mar 14 20:46 zsh-navigation-tools Install Oh My Zsh themes for Zsh You can install custom themes to ~/.oh-my-zsh/themes/ and configure ~/.zshrc to use it. Best Terminal Shell Prompts for Zsh, Bash and Fish Modify theme variable name to ZSH_THEME in ~/.zshrc. See example below: $ vim ~/.zshrc ZSH_THEME="spaceship" Save changes and exit. Type CTRL+X, Then Y. Source ~/.zshrc file source ~/.zshrc Configure Help command. vim ~/.zshrc Add the following lines to the end. autoload -U run-help autoload run-help-git autoload run-help-svn autoload run-help-svk alias help=run-help Source it and you’re good to go. source ~/.zshrc Fish-like syntax highlighting (Optional) Clone code to plugins folder: cd ~/.oh-my-zsh/plugins git clone https://github.com/zsh-users/zsh-syntax-highlighting.git vim ~/.zshrc Add below the line at the end, source ~/.oh-my-zsh/plugins/zsh-syntax-highlighting/zsh-syntax-highlighting.zsh Then source zshrc file source ~/.zshrc Persistent rehash: This allows compinit to automatically find new executables in the $PATH. vim ~/.zshrc Add line: zstyle ':completion:*' rehash true Save and exit, the source it. source ~/.zshrc zsh-completions Configure additional zsh-completions, applicable to all Linux systems. I will assume you already installed oh-my-zsh, if not refer to it above. git clone https://github.com/zsh-users/zsh-completions ~/.oh-my-zsh/custom/plugins/zsh-completions Then enable it in your .zshrc vim ~/.zshrc Add the lines below: plugins+=(zsh-completions) autoload -U compinit && compinit zsh tab-completion system To enable the famous zsh tab-completion system, you need to add above commands ( autoload -U compinit && compinit). If you are running Arch Linux, you can install it using Pacman package manager. This has an advantage of getting updates for it automatically. pacman -S zsh-completions Installing  zsh-completions on Gentoo emerge --ask zsh-completions Install zsh-completions on Fedora / CentOS / RHEL / Scientific Linux: cd /etc/yum.repos.d/ wget https://download.opensuse.org/repositories/shells:zsh-users:zsh-completions/RHEL_7/shells:zsh-users:zsh-completions.repo yum install zsh-completions Also, check Configure Zsh syntax highlighting on Linux / macOS Conclusion We’ve covered how to Install Zsh on Linux and configuring Zsh environment on your system. Zsh is the most customizable shell I have ever used. It’s easy to install and customize with more than 100 themes. There are plenty of plugins to extend its functionality with frameworks like oh-my-zsh.

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Fresh green Greens' Nutritional Advantages

Weight the board: Most green vegetables are low in calories. You can eat however much you like without gaining additional weight.

Death rate: Frequent utilization can significantly bring down your mortality risk. Salad greens contain vitamin K, Magnesium, the B nutrients, and Calcium, among numerous other fundamental supplements. These supplements are basic for each cell work and consequently, forestall the maturing system and assist us with looking energetic.

Cardiovascular illness: Greens are low in fat, high in dietary fiber, and rich in folic corrosive, potassium, magnesium, L-ascorbic acid, and phytochemicals. An additional one serving each day can bring down the gamble of cardiovascular illness by 11%.

Type 2 diabetes: The elevated degree of magnesium and low glycemic file that can be found in greens is great for forestalling and treating diabetes. That's what studies showed assuming you increment your admission of greens by only one serving each day, your gamble of diabetes is brought down by 9%.

Bone wellbeing: The elevated degrees of vitamin K, Magnesium, and calcium in salad greens produce osteocalcin, the bone developers. Moderately aged ladies who eat north of one serving of greens each day will bring down their gamble of a hip break by 45%.

Safe capacity: The rich beta-carotene and Vitamin A work on the insusceptible framework.

Safeguard eyes: Children who consume insufficient measures of Vitamin A have a higher gamble of going visually impaired. Carotenoids (lutein and zeaxanthin) found in salad greens are amassed in the macular district of the retina and the focal points of the eye. An eating routine predominant in salad greens safeguards the eyes from requiring eyeglasses in children to macular degeneration and waterfalls in grown-ups.

Disease: Carotenoids, cell reinforcements, and flavonoids found in salad greens safeguard from most malignant growth.

Home delivery or takeaways have attracted a lot more clients in places like malls, offices, and large-party orders for residential complexes. People forget to eat breakfast on their way to work, so they order it in.

People who want a better option for a corporate lunch or party can place an order as well. Everyone appears to be amazed by the food & vegetables online ordering and delivery alternative for the convenience and immediate source of food at home.

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BTS Reaction || First Ultrasound [Request]

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First Pregnancy Scan - 10 - 14 Weeks

Seokjin:

Jin watched the screen as the baby started to appear, it was hard to see at first but once the nurse began to point out where the baby was it was easier.

"Look at that, we made a whole new person." He chuckled as he held onto your hand, tears were streaming down your cheeks as you smiled but the nurse shook her head as she giggled.

"You better make that two new people, it looks like you're having twins." She smiled proudly but Jin's face fell and he looked as though he'd seen a ghost,

"Two?" He stuttered out making you laugh softly as the nurse began to point out where the second baby was hiding,

"We're having two babies?!" He finally yelled out in excitement jumping up a little as he realised what was going to happen, then he repeated the same statement in a more scared tone.

"I'm going to guess he's happy but worried?" The nurse asked as she began snapping pictures of the babies, you nodded watching as Jin began to pace back and forth while mumbling about twice as much work.

"Baby, it'll be a baby for me and you, it's okay." You reassured him as you stretched your hands out to calm him down but he began shaking his head and trying to work out how many nappies and supplies you were going to need.

Yoongi:

The whole drive to the nurses office Yoongi had been silent, you knew it was becuase he was nervous about going for the first scan. This was your first child together so he'd been going out of his mind researching everything almost scaring himself as he realised youcould have had a false positive and the baby might not be there. But as soon as the baby appeared on the screen you visibly saw the tension leave his body,

"Whoa," He mumbled as he looked at the screen, letting go of your hand as he moved closer to get a better look at the baby on the screen. A warm gummy smile appearing on his face as the nurse zoomed in closer for him,

"I'll leave you alone for a minute while I get the print out's." She whispered turning to leave the room,

"You okay Yoongi?" You whispered as you sat up in the bed, wiping the goo off your stomach as he nodded at you,

"I'm perfect, we're perfect...We're creating a family," He smiled brightly as he held onto your hands ignoring your whines about wanting to get the goo off your stomach and pointing at the baby on the screen once again,

Hoseok:

"I have to tell you, this is the weirdest ultrasound I've had to do." The doctor spoke as you held up your phone to face the screen, you smiled softly.

"Well, he's away on tour and he didn't want to miss the first scan," You told him as you watched Hoseok squint to see what he was trying to see on the screen,

"Here-" The doctor began clicking on the computer to outline the baby for Hoseok and you smiled, tearing up as you realised that you were growing your baby inside of you. Hoseok smiled to himself as he bit down on his lip, he'd promised you that he wouldn't cry but he was starting to realise he couldn't keep to his promise.

"Would you like a video recording of the heartbeat?" The doctor questioned but without giving you time to answer for yourself Hoseok screamed out yes and smiled shyly at you through the screen.

"I'll get it all sorted for you," The doctor chuckled as you turned the camera to face you once again,

"I told you we could do this, two more months and I'm home to look after you." He promised as he blew you a kiss through the screen.

Namjoon:

You knew how badly Namjoon wanted to be a father so when you first got pregnant you were both over the moon about it, always smiling and getting excited about it.

"Is this your first child?" The nurse asked as she pointed at the screen, your small baby appearing there making you smile brightly.

"Yeah, how can you tell?" You questioned looking at her when she nodded to Namjoon, you turned to look at him and he had tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared at the screen.

"Joonie?" You whimpered as you realised he was almost just as emotional as you were at this point,

"I'm going to be a dad." He mumbled before sobbing into his hands, you laughed softly bringing him into a hug as he held onto your arm the nurse smiling to herself as she continued to take videos and photos of the baby for you.

Jimin:

As soon as the baby was shown on the screen Jimin was a wreck, started crying and blabbering more than you had since becoming pregnant which made you and the nurse giggle.

"You sure you're okay?" You laughed as you got down from the bed and walked towards the door, he nodded at you as he took a tissue from the nurse and began wiping his eyes.

"Do we have to ell the boys?" He groaned as he remembered who was sitting in the waiting room for you, all of you had bets on when he was going to cry and you'd won.

"Baby, yes. I want my money," You laughed as you swung the door open and smirked at all of the boys who knew instantly that you had won by the look on your face.

"Pay-up, I had bets on as soon as he saw the baby," You giggled holding out your hand for their money. Jimin grumbled about being the source of your entertainment while the boys grumbled about you being right all of the time.

Taehyung:

The nurse had finally stopped asking all of the routine questions and was about to apply the cream to your stomach,

"This will be a little cold," You bit down on your lip as you held onto Taehyung's hand, he'd been silent the whole time as he waited anxiously to see your baby on the screen. Since the moment he found out you were pregnant he'd been stunned by everything going on inside of your body. Amazed by the fact that your body could make a whole new person, all of their vital organs and 10 toes with 10 fingers.

"You okay?" You giggled as you cupped his cheek in your hand, running your thumb under his eye to remove the tears that were starting to fall from them.

"Perfect," He breathed watching the screen as your baby first appeared,

"Do you want to hear their heartbeat?" The nurse questioned as she continued running the wand over your stomach, clicking a couple of buttons before a small healthy heartbeat was playing through the speakers.

"That's our baby, Jagiya," Taehyung whispered excitedly as he held onto your hand tightly and squeezed it softly watching the screen.

"All ten fingers, all ten toes and one very strong and healthy heartbeat." The nurse spoke as she began taking photos for you both,

"I'll leave this playing while I go to print off the photos." She whispered before leaving the room, Taehyung immediately started to cry as he looked at you.

"Oh baby," You laughed softly bringing him into your arms.

Jungkook:

"Miss Y/l/n?" You looked up at the nurse that was calling your name out and sighed, Jungkook told you he was running late but you didn't expect him to be this late. Almost an hour late to your first ever pregnancy scan, you couldn't hold it against him but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

"Coming," You mumbled as you stood up from the chair in the waiting room and a couple of the other mothers all watched you walk towards the smiling nurse.

"No dad today?" She questioned as you laid back on the small bed that was inside the room, you bit down on your lip trying not to get too emotional over him not being there.

"He's running a little late-"

"That's okay, we can print off some pictures for him." She promised you as she began to get everything ready, pulling your files up onto the screen and asking you routine questions.

[X]

"EXCUSE ME YOU CAN'T JUST-" The door slammed against the wall and you jumped to see a sweaty and panting Jungkook standing there with an angry nurse behind him,

"Y/n? Did they scan yet?! Am I late!?" You giggled as his voice went up in pitch as he asked the questions, the nurse who was about to press to ultrasound wand against your stomach began to laugh softly.

"Father I presume?" Jungkook walked further into the room and the angry nurse from before shut the door, Jungkook came over to you and held onto your hand tightly.

"The boys are outside aren't they?" You laughed as you looked up at him, he nodded shyly staring at the screen as the wand was placed onto your stomach. A black and white image appearing on the screen, it took a couple of seconds until the nurse finally began to point out where the baby was and that they were in perfect health.

"We made a baby," He mumbled as he let go of your hand, staring at the small baby on the screen as he began to tear up.

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[ethanesimp]

THE OAK TREE // ZERO E.T. 

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x GN! Reader

Summary: Everyone at the Oakes Academy is aware of the rivalry that exists between two of the school’s best students, Ethan Torchio and Y/N L/N. What nobody knows is what a brilliant team they are when they’re at risk of their reputations being damaged and a killer’s on the loose.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Just Ethan and Y/N behaving like children, mentions of killing someone (as a joke), swearing.

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TEASER

A/N: This is the first chapter of The Oak Tree! I hope you guys enjoy :) Huge thanks to @night-girl-301​ for proofreading this and cheering me on! I was like... scared as shit to post it so yeah.

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It was only a few minutes past two-thirty when you managed to open the door that led to the greenhouse. The key, more often than not, would get stuck in the lock, and you’d have to spend a few minutes trying to yank it free, but this time around luck seemed to be on your side.

You placed your large black backpack on the stool that was always by the door before closing the entrance again. Mr. Murphy was still watering the plants, completely oblivious to your presence thanks to the loud music coming from the small stereo he kept near the gardening tools. You tapped his shoulder gently not to startle him; it wouldn’t be the first time you’d come into the place unannounced and you didn’t want to be the reason why he had to walk around with a cast on his arm again. 

He smiled fondly at you and adjusted his large glasses that were starting to slide down his nose. Mr. Murphy was an old man with long white hair and kind blue eyes, he’d been in charge of the greenhouse at the Oakes Academy for almost twenty years and had been the first person to show you kindness after you first arrived at the place years back.

“I thought I told you to take the afternoon free, Y/N,” He shook his head disapprovingly and you could only shrug. You had to work at the greenhouse at least three hours a week to maintain your scholarship per the Academy’s rules and it’d been long since it stopped being a task and instead became your favorite part of each day. 

“We were let out of Philosophy earlier so I thought I’d come by before I go study. Can I help with anything?” The older man sighed but nodded. He adjusted his glasses once again and wiped the dirt from his jeans.

He pointed at the corner where all the pink anthuriums were kept, shielded from direct sunlight, “Please water those, put a bit of fertilizer on the ones that arrived on Wednesday, and if you’ve got time, can you please feed the worms?” 

“Sure thing, anything else?”

“Just those three things. I’ve got to go help unload the groceries so please lock up both doors once you’re done,” He asked with a smile on his face as he buttoned his coat and grabbed his walking cane from where he’d dumped it on the floor right next to him. Back when you’d only known him for a few days, you’d always rushed to his side to pick up his cane and help him, but quickly realized it was a thing that annoyed him because of how independent and stubborn he was. “Oh and, before I forget, the kid’s outside. I don't want to come back and see you two trying to tear each other's heads off."

A laugh escaped past your lips and you shook your head as you tilted your head to the side so you could look through the hole in one of the windows. Just like he’d said, the boy with the long hair was sitting outside by the oak tree reading a book. You looked back at Mr. Murphy and shrugged, "No promises."

"I'm serious. You're smart Y/N, and I'm pretty sure you could easily find something you've got in common. That much hatred isn't good for either of you." Those were Mr. Murphy's last words before he walked out of the room.

You stood by the plants for a few minutes as you played around with the headphones that hung around your neck. You’d already sort of been startled by the topic you’d seen during Philosophy that day and you hoped that being at the greenhouse would serve as a little distraction but Mr. Murphy’s words hadn’t helped much.

You huffed and looked around for the hose to water the pretty anthuriums to get your mind off of everything that had gone down that day.

-

Hours later, you were still unable to shake Mr. Murphy’s words off. It wasn’t the first time he’d insisted on voicing his thoughts against that rivalry you had going on with the person standing between you and your biggest dream coming true. The thing that pissed you off though, was that his words had reminded you of what your best friend, Rory, had told you just the previous night while you did your usual hate rant. According to them, it was a good way to destress yourself.

You scoffed at the thought alone and let your chin rest on your palm as a frown appeared on your forehead. There was not a thing you could name that made you even remotely similar to the person sitting only a few feet away from you at the quiet school library. Ethan Torchio, a.k.a. Your archnemesis, the person you disliked the most in the face of the earth, was biting on the tip of his pencil as he concentrated hard on the thin black book he was holding up. Those dark eyes that shone honey whenever light hit them just right and those long strands of hair that graciously fell down his back accompanied by his signature turtlenecks and pretty smile were enough to make someone’s knees weak, but they only made you gag. 

You were sure he felt your eyes bore holes into the dark depths of his soul because it didn’t take long for him to look over his shoulder and meet your stare. Ethan smirked and his eyebrows shot up as he sent you a wink and a small wave. You knew that expression of his, he was teasing you, riling you up, hell, maybe he was trying to intimidate you. As crazy —and maybe a bit pathetic— as it made you sound, a simple smirk wasn’t just that when it came to him, never had been. Those dark eyes of his communicated his devilish intentions to you while he looked like an innocent child who’d never break a plate to anyone else.

You held his stare and mirrored his expression, which made him chuckle softly. It was nothing more than a silly game you’d play with one another to see who’d get tired of it first. The stare-off didn’t last too long that time around because his attention was stolen by one of his friends, Thomas. You simply shrugged and went back annotating on your copy of the black book. It was nothing more than one of those books written for the sole purpose of boring people to death. You loved reading, but when it came to those school-issued books that took around three pages to describe the sky-blue sofas in the main character’s living room, you couldn’t read more than a few pages before wanting to aggressively chuck it out the window. 

In a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the book that did nothing other than make you feel miserable, you stood up. You walked over to the large window that went from floor to ceiling. To your delight, the curtains were drawn back, which allowed sunlight to illuminate the otherwise dark library with its beautiful hues of orange and yellow. The librarian was a grumpy woman that loved when the curtains covered all the windows and blocked any source of light that wasn’t the soft glow of the lamps placed all over the dark room. You were almost convinced this woman had never felt the warmth of the sun against her pale and ashy skin, sometimes you even thought of her as a vampire that’d burn to death if she dared to stand outside for a few minutes. 

You looked out the window and admired the green gardens that adorned the front yard of the Academy’s largest building. The Oakes Academy was old and had been around since 1057. However, unlike most ancient schools like this one, the school board hadn’t been too interested in renovating the place outside of simply reinforcing the structure enough to fulfill the basic safety guidelines and the installation of optical fiber wires for a better internet connection. Even then, it was still considered to be one of the most prestigious schools to study at, and if it hadn’t been for the generous scholarship you were offered, you wouldn’t have been able to afford it anyway.

“Still plotting that little plan of yours to end the human race?” You bit down on your bottom lip to stop the colorful curse words from spilling as you turned sideways to look at Ethan. He’d decided to wear one of those annoyingly tight black turtlenecks of his and a pair of plaid trousers that made him look taller than he already was.

“Yes, and I’ll start with you first,” You smiled sarcastically at him, “In fact, I’ll swing by your dorm and murder you in your sleep,” You added while you choked the air for dramatic effect.

Ethan laughed and rolled his eyes. He had that spark of hate in his eyes that was always present when he was talking to you. That look alone told you that all that hatred and disgust you felt towards him was returned in the same magnitude. This rivalry of yours that consisted of dirty looks and constant arguments had been going on since eighth grade and it just seemed to get progressively worse as graduation approached. 

Everyone at Oakes knew how much Ethan and you despised each other, it wasn’t a secret. Even the Head Professor had been a witness of plenty of your many petty fights and you didn’t doubt that the people in charge of the Student Welfare department were sick of the many reports you’d filed against each other for breaking the ‘student rules of politeness’. No one remotely important cared much about your reports anyways because they were far from serious and, more often than not, childish.

“How cute. Although I don’t think that’d work too well for you, would it amore? If something were to happen to me they’d know it was you,” He commented. You shrugged and bit your lip in anger at the nickname he knew very well you detested. 

You casually leaned against the window, “Meh, it’d be worth it if I knew I wouldn’t have to see your face again. Now please get away before someone starts getting the sick idea that we’re friends.”

Ethan rolled his eyes but backed up a few steps either way, “God forbid someone would think such a horrific thing," He scoffed and raised his hand only to show you his middle finger when he knew the librarian wasn’t looking.

Before either of you could utter out another word, Damiano, one of Ethan’s closest friends, walked up to where you two were standing, effectively ending the conversation between you.

He waved at you and offered you a kind smile, which you immediately returned. Unlike his best friend, Damiano was a delight to be around. He was one of the kindest and nicest people you had ever met. You were quite close thanks to the fact that he’d been dating Rory for a while and you got used to spending long nights with the two of them doing silly things like playing board games or watching films. You were basically their third wheel, but neither of you minded much, if at all. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Damiano smacked Ethan on the shoulder as he started a conversation with him. You took it as your chance to leave and just awkwardly walked away after mumbling something about having to find Rory. They had told you something about eating dinner together, and while you’d initially refused because you were supposed to finish the book and start on your report, you were tempted to accept their offer and forget about the stupid book for a little bit more.

Just as you were about to leave the library, your phone vibrated inside the pocket of your warm cardigan. You took it out and chuckled when you read Rory’s message about their new phone but groaned when you realized they wanted to see you after curfew. You sighed and left the library as you tried to think of a great excuse to tell your roommate Emilia so she’d cover for you while you snuck out.

Ethan had his eyes focused on your figure as you left the library but turned back to look at Damiano when he spoke up, “If you’d only talk to them Ethan, I-” He sighed and interrupted his best friend, already irritated by the conversation he’d had with you.

“No, I will not talk to them, okay? Not like we can even talk because we start arguing like two toddlers,” Ethan mumbled out the last part and took a deep breath in. Truth be told, no part of him wanted to talk to you. You were annoying, rude, and didn’t seem to have more than one brain cell in his eyes, so why lose his time talking to you? Not like there’d be anything to talk about.

“They’re just so exasperating!” He spoke up and Damiano rolled his eyes as he saw his hate rant start approaching. They were both aware that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop, “I just- They try so hard and it’s annoying. Like I swear they’re also a huge hypocrite. I know you don’t see it but I do, I’ve never met anyone mo-”

Before he could end his last sentence, he felt a body slam into his and arms snake around his waist. Ethan huffed at the impact but wrapped his arms around her frame once he noticed it was Adeline Rossi, or Addie as everyone liked to call her. 

She pulled back and looked at both Damiano and Ethan excitedly, “You will never believe this but the craziest thing just happened… Hey, where’s Vic?” She trailed off as she started looking around for her friend.

Ethan chuckled lightly when he saw Thomas quietly approach Addie while she was distracted. They all knew she was the easiest person to scare, so it didn’t take more than a slight push and a soft boo for her green eyes to go wide and for her to jump. She was quick to turn to where Thomas was standing and didn’t think twice before smacking his shoulder with the heavy book she was carrying.

Thomas put his hands up in defeat as he took a step back and rubbed his shoulder, “Okay, okay shit. Stop, that actually hurts,” He whined and Addie only shrugged as Damiano and Ethan watched the whole interaction with amusement. 

“Right, so, ignoring all that,” Addie spoke up once again and shifted her attention back to Ethan, “Since she is nowhere to be seen, could you please help me with some stuff? It’s just this little interview for one class of mine and I’ve already interviewed Damià and Thomas but I need just one more.”

He nodded and said a quick goodbye to his two best friends before following the shorter girl out of the library. However, while he was walking, he felt his phone vibrate inside the pocket of his jeans. He fished it out and frowned as he read the text that had just been sent to him but laughed once he noticed it was only his girlfriend Emilia from her new phone. 

Then he sighed and rolled his eyes once he realized she wanted to see him past curfew again and he knew Will would ask him for money in exchange for not ratting him out. He quickly texted her back and slipped his phone back into his pocket as he followed Addie to her dorm.

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Humans 101.”

Sorry for not posting yesterday. I have had the WORST motivation the past few weeks, but I thought you might like to see some more of Krill. Hope you all have a great day!

Krill walked up the university hallway turning his head to look out the window at the vast expanse of space before him. It had been a very long time since he had been to University, in the Vrul sense of the word, which was less like University and more like on the job training, but he had recently accepted an assignment at the Intergalactic Institute of Biological Science. Granted, he wasn’t a real professor, not fully, but an adjunct who had signed on to do a series of lectures for the next few months while he waited for Admiral Vir’s return. 

Since Simon had become acting Captain of the ship, it seemed that there was less and less reason for him to be there. She wasn’t experienced enough to take on the real dangerous assignments that the Admiral had excelled at, and due to her rule following nature, and the assignments they were sent on, mostly diplomatic and exploratory in nature, Krill had found less and less use for himself on the ship. He didn’t expect to be gone forever, and he doubted he would be able to leave at this point.

He couldn’t return to his home planet, not now there was a standing order for his termination, which he was planning to avoid with great prejudice. Though he found it wildly Ironic that they had asked him to come teach, when many of the professors at the school were, in fact, other Vrul.

It was with this small piece of amusement that he scuttled into the lecture room: Large and circular with seats rising on all sides and a projection hub right in the middle. The room was already packed full despite him being five minutes early. He had been told his lecture series would be popular, but he hadn’t expected there to be standing room only, and even then, there were students sitting on the floor, and a few Vrul floating in the air high above other students' heads.

He moved to the center of the room to set up his projections and, from the corner of his eye watched as a few of the front row students shifted back slightly. The Tesraki, Rundi and Finnari students didn’t seem to notice, but the Vrul students certainly did, sarong at him like he was some sort of freak.

He  could hear the whispering, and he reveled in it.

It was nice to be intimidating sometimes.

Overhead the lights flashed once, and then twice, and the entire room went quiet expectantly looking down at him with their wide eyes.

He drew himself up Resting two of his hands together and another two behind his back as he began pacing his way around the projection field. Students Continued to whisper quietly, “Good morning class, My name is Dr. Krill Galaxy renowned trauma surgeon, and the galactic leading expert in xeno-medicine with an emphasis in humanity.”

There was a uiet muttering around the room.

“I have been acting medical officer aboard the UNSC Omen once Harbinger for more than two years, and I have practiced surgery in hospitals From Andromeda and Irus to the milky way and Earth.”

More shifting wide eyes and some nervous muttering.

He looked around the room shrewdly at all the new faces, “How many of you are interested in working with the intergalactic community.”

A slow raise of hands.

“Then I should probably let you know. Humanity has begun to profuse through all the major sectors of space, business, government, shipping, sales, medical. Humans are everywhere, and humans can do anything. If you wish to work in the wider intergalactic community, you will be working with humans, and many of you will work extremely closely with humans.”

Nervous expressions all around.

“I noticed many of you, the Vrul students especially have noticed the strange effect that spending time with humans can have on an individual.”

He looked around and saw some acknowledgement.

“The colloquial term for it is called the humanizing phenomenon and it will happen to you no matter how hard you try. Scientists have said that you will become more aggressive in order to interact with humans, your movements will become more predatory, you will come to focus on facial cues and the pitch of voices to determine emotion, and soon,you will even begin to utilize human body language in order to communicate better with them.” He motioned to himself, “Out of all the alien species,I have spent the most time with humans, and as you can see, I communicate primarily in a way that humans would understand, mostly with nonverbal body cues. I don’t often use my helium sack as I get in the way with keeping up with humans.” he turned to look around at the room, “Human’s no longer scare me. As pack animals, your social influence is often more important than your physical influence. Given the fact that I have built myself up in social influence within a human pack, I no longer worry myself with being round humans. In fact, I Have never been safer in my entire life.”

His antenna vibrated slightlin amusement, “In fact it is well known that I already have a termination order placed on my head by the Vrul council.”

There was a shocked gasp from certain Vrul parts of the room.

He swaggered about the room a little smugly. He didn’t usually get reactions like this from people.

“They actually took me from an assembly meeting with the GA and brought me back for termination, but one of my humans, as I certainly do consider them mine as much as they consider me theirs, came and rescued me single handedly.”

Another murmuring from around the room.

“How did he do it?”

They waited.

“He used his complex human vocal cords and clapping to simulate a beat. In that way he disabled all the guards, and climbed his way up the guiding rope to the council chamber.”

More soft muttering.

“If you make friends with a human, you are probably as safe as you are ever going to be, especially if you happen to become friends with a very audacious human=, in which case there is nothing that they will not do for you.” He spun on the spot, “Enough for introductions, I will please have you open your files to page one of the textbook, and we will go over a brief discussion of human mechanical anatomy.”

There was a shuffling around the room as Data pads were produced.

Krill brought up an anatomical projection of a human. Looking up it amused him to know that this anatomical model, the one used in almost every nonhuman textbook, was modeled on one single human, that being Adam Vir, all accept for the right leg of course, which was modeled on another human of similar height.

“Humans are are omnivorous bipeds with an endoskeletal structure supported by a vascular system. I know a lot of you have been wrongfully told that humans are primarily carnivores, though that is not true, while human can eat a variety of foods, there are humans that choose to live without eating meat, and they can be sustained on a herbivore diet if they wish. As you can see here, the front facing eyes of the human mark them off as a predator species, though this isn’t always the perfect indicator. Vrul eyes are on the front, but, as we know, Vrul also have prismatic vision that is more closely related that of insects on an earth-like planet.” he glanced around the room, “These predator classifications only exist for a class of alien known as the vascular type, which uses a pump to push fluid through the body. As you know Vrul, Burg, Gromm, and Lumins as well as a few others are not represented in this category.”

“Can anyone tell me which species ARE classified as the vascular subtype.”

There was a raised hand and he pointed, “You there.”

“I can provide a short list sir, Tesraki, Rundi, Humans, and Drev to name a few, but the Drev are a notable outlier for this rule because their war-like culture has supported the slow movement of the eyes towards the front of the face despite them being a herbivore species.”

Krill nodded, “Very good. Yes, humans are in fact a REAL predator species, however it is important to note that the greater 80% of human diets are supported by fruits and vegetables. Based on the amount and distribution of consumed foods, humans are actually closer to herbivores in their dietary choices than they are carnivores.”

There was a soft muttering around the room. Either disbelief or interest, he couldn't tell.

“Historically, humans would have evolved from tree dwelling omnivores, though their diets would also have been primarily fruit, and maybe insects as hunting only really came after they moved to land based travel on two legs. As far as earth animals are concerned, humans are not a top tier predator, and years of life in padded habitats using technology have actually dulled their hunting senses and abilities. A human COULD take a chunk out of you with their teeth, but they certainly wouldn’t WANT to. It would definitely be a last resort. Following that, humans only eat cooked meat as they can grow very sick on consuming certain raw products.”

The class shifted and whispered to each other.

“Yes, I know you have been told many strange and odd things about humans, but most of those are heavily exaggerated. However, it is true that humans are more versatile than most of us. Humans can run, walk, climb, throw, jump and swim, and while they don’t do any of those particularly well, their ability to do all of them  to some degree makes them the most versatile alien in the GA. Furthermore humans also have a multitude of senses, ones that are common to most of us balance, heat cold, pain, etcetera, but there is one sense that they have which is very uncommon in the galaxy, and that is a sense of smell.”

All around him, students were taking notes, “This is the ability for a human to detect particles in the air and, often, identify their sources. Everything sheds particles, and the human nose can pick up those particles. For instance humans generally like the smell of Iotans because Iotins shed compounds similar to foods that humans like to eat. Once upon a time it might have been used to help humans detect poison or other predators, but like I have said before, a human is a middleman in abilities. All of a human’s senses are relatively dull in comparison to some of their earth counterparts.”

He turned to his projector and flipped it to the anatomical structure of a dog, one that had been oddled off the only dog that many aliens had ever met.

Waffles the admiral’s dog.

“This creature’s sense of smell is powerful enough,they have been known to track a sent trail for miles through densely wooded forests. They can smell a change in hormone and pheromone levels on other creatures, and are even being used to detect certain diseases. The best a human can do is smell a cooking meal.”

He walked in a wide circle looking out at the students, some of them looking excited, others staring on in trepidation.

“Human eyesight is on a similar level to their smell. Humans have binocular vision which makes their depth perception quite good. A human is perfectly capable of snatching a flying object out of the air as their predatory instincts draw them to movement. This also makes humans very adept at navigating through obstacles like they might once have had to do in trees. Furthermore, it allows them to guess distance to prey during hunting.” He switched to a picture of a drev, “However humans do not have the best vision out of all aliens species. While the acuity of a human and a Drev are similar, Drev can detect Ultraviolet wavelengths where humans can only see the visible spectrum.” He looked at some of the Vrul, “Take solace in the knowledge that you can see thermal where humans cannot. They have relatively poor night vision, but better than that of you or I and far better than the Drev who traded the use of multiple cones to very frew light sensing rods.”

He looked up from his lecturing, “Are there any questions so far.”

Every had in the room shot into the air.

He paused to look at them faces lit by the glowing bluish light of the hologram behind him and sighed, he supposed this is what he was here for.

“Let’s star in the back then, shall we.”

One of the hands went down.

“Sir, is it true that humans are capable of surviving cortical tissue damage.”

Krill snorted, a sound he probably shouldnt have been able to make since he didn’t have a nose but one he had learned how to make because it expressed a very important emotion when interacting with humans. The entire class looked at him funny.

He sighed, “Yes, The first surgery I preformed on a human involved removing an eight inch steel rod from an eye socket which had gone into cortical tissue. To this day that human… well hes been doing fine, a bit of a dumbass sometimes, but I think that was a part of his personality before brain damage.”

They stared at him confused until Krill realised that dumbass probably wasn’t in their vocabulary. It probably translated to silent butt or idiot butt which didn’t have the same kind of ring to it.

Krill waved a hand, “In certain cases humans have been known to survive with only one hemisphere of their brain.”

A chorus of disbelief, “It is true, in certain cases where electrical abnormalities n the brain cause convulsions, surgeons intentionally remove half the brain to increase quality of life. There are a couple of downsides to this of course, like the inability to play musical instruments, but most humans still live a productive and fulfilling life after the procedure.”

More hands shot up again.

He turned and chose one at Random.

“Can humans smell fear”

Krill frowned, “No humans can’t smell fear. Whoever told you that was smoking something.”The class stared blankly at him until he picked another hand.

“Are you worried that the humans will ever…. Turn on you?”

Krill raised his hands into the air in exasperation, “They are SENTIENT beings not wild animals  Humans have strict social rules like you or anyone else. It would be illegal for them to hurt me , and I doubt they would let it happen at all. Humans aren’t feral. In fact my partner aboard the ship is Doctor Katie Quinn, and she is just as experienced in the field of medicine as I am. SHe can match me in almost any medical procedure and she only has two cortical hemispheres, and less than half the amount of hands.”

He frowned at the room, “I have no idea where ou all got these ideas from. Humans are thinking creatures not animals. The reason they survived on their planet is not because they are the strongest predator, but because they are the smartest, just like you or I. the only difference between us is that the Human planet is so hostile, they have been forced to keep some of their more instinctive tendencies.”

More hands raised.

“Have you seen one of these larger earth animals, sir?”

“Yes on plenty of occasions.” He flipped his diagram back to that of a dog, “This animal here is called a dog, the ancestral  evolution of the wolf, which is just a much larger version of this animal here. These animals are higher on the food chain that humans and have the ability to easily outrun, attack and rip the throat out of a human.” He paused as the class pulled back, “Which is why humans often use them in security, protection and law enforcement, because no human wants to fight one of these creatures.” He smiled a bit grimly, “Also humans just love to keep them as pets.”

There was an uproar around the room.

How could anyone want to keep something that could rip their face off as a pet.

Krill raised a hand to quiet down the room, “I know, I know, it all sounds very strange, but you must understand, humans and dogs are both descended from highly social pack groups. At one point a human took wolf cubs and began raising them and breeding them for desirable traits. As wolves are pack animals they slowly would have begun to see humans as members of their own pack family. In this humans molded a creature into being one of their greatest allies. Dogs rely on humans and humans rely on dogs for many jobs. Humans love dogs and dogs love humans. In fact, humans have bred this animal so extensively that dogs are one of the only creatures on their own planet capable of reading human facial expressions.”

He pulled up an image from his personal files, one where Adam sat on the floor, and the dog Waffles sat next to him. He made a face as her long, pink tongue ran up the side of his cheek.

The class gasped.

“She could easily use this opportunity to kill him.” krill said, “But she never would.” He turned to another image of himself standing next to the dog, a hand resting on her back.

More gasping.

Krill was somewhat amused. “Humans, as I said are social in the extreme, and this fact is going to be our best ally when meeting them. Anyone and anything can become part of a human pack. In fact, this instinct in humans is so strong that inanimate objects can easily be accepted into a human’s pack. They routinely name plants and attribute personalities to them. I once conducted an experiment where I placed fake eyes.” Googly eyes to be exact, “On a waste receptacle, and the humans named him Mr. Rubbish and began throwing away their items exclusively in that specific receptacle as ‘Offerings’ to Mr Rubbish….. That is not a joke, that actually happened.” He appraised them with a stern look, “Befriending humans is the most important thing you can do, and probably one of the easiest things as well. If you find yourself incapable of making friends with a human, its probably time to look at yourself personally because you must be horrible.” he pointed to himself, “I will openly admit that my personality isn’t exactly the easiest to be around, and yet I still managed it on accident.”

His lecture continued for some minutes, covering more anatomy, bone structures and some interesting facts about their internal organs.

However he was forced to stop as little lights began blinking overhead, and he went to dismiss the class, “Next week we will be discussing the effects of adrenaline on humans as a special treat to those who decide to return after this first lecture. And for your assignment, I want you to find one news article that perpetuates a myth about humans and write a short essay debunking it. Since this is the first week I am going lenient on assignments but by the end of the term I do expect full essays at publishable quality.”

Everyone in the class stood, and he found himself suddenly swarmed by a mass of figures.

It seemed as if he was going to be here for a while.

Little did Krill know that his lecture series was becoming so popular that the administration was going to have to upgrade his lecture hall two more times in the concurrent weeks.

Everyone wanted to know about humans.

#HUMANS ARE WERID #humans are space orcs #humans are insane #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia

[aredheadedmess]

Pied Piper || JJK [4]

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an investigative journalist for the Daily Bullet, usually doesn’t see much out of the ordinary; A missing person’s case gone cold, an old case reopened and solved with updated technology, the thrilling excitement when another puzzle of one of the biggest serial killers is cracked. But when an old file resurfaces, she brings back a past that should have been burned with the file a long time ago.

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter Warnings: A few swears, creepy settings, a very loud bird, minor injury, mentions of blood, a terrifying smile, if i missed anything let me know

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mystery/Thriller, Paranormal, Strangers to Friends

Chapter Rating: Pg-13

A/N: So... how ya sleeping at night? Just fine? Good. 🙂

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My welcome was everything but warm. The host of the Bed and Breakfast I had decided to stay at did not appreciate my visit. Though, the fearful glint in his eyes when he had first opened the door told me that it wasn’t completely because of my job that I wasn’t welcome in the town. I do appreciate the fact that he took me in anyways, gave me a room to stay in, and cooked homemade meals that, contrary to his words, was some of the best food I had had in a long time.

The day after I had arrived, I began my investigation. Because there was so little information I could pull from the internet, I decided to go directly to the main source, the library. It was safe to say that my trip to the town’s library wasn’t as pleasant as I had hoped. The streets were bare, only the distant memories of what once was a lively place hidden away by the layers of dust and weathered down buildings I walked by.

31 August, 20XX

Creeeaak.

With a final step, you reach the space in front of the front door to the Bed and Breakfast. The floorboards moan underneath your feet. You raise your shaky hand, grasping at the cold doorknob, sighing at the sudden change in temperature. Though the air is cool, your body is on fire. It’s as if you’ve stepped into a sauna with your clothes on, becoming overheated the longer you stay outside.

Your eyes drift to the window beside the door. The building is dark. You must not have been gone for very long. Surely the host would have made it back before you, but at least at first glance, you can’t see any indication that he is inside.

One last deep breath, and you twist the knob. The door creaks open slightly, letting what little light the waning moon has to offer into the room. You drag your feet inside, softly closing the door behind you as if the louder you are, there’s a better chance that that thing will find you.

“Where were you? I told you to come straight here.”

The lamp beside the large couch flickers on. The host sits at the end of the couch, one leg crossed over the other like a father waiting for his teenager to try to sneak back into the house after curfew. Though, you pay no mind to him. Just another thing to remind you that this is all real—or at least it will make it feel more real. Your mind still can’t wrap around what happened moments ago. 

“Are you listening to me?”

You glance up at the man—Jungkook, you remember hearing—noticing the angry look that is plastered onto his face before dropping your gaze towards the floor again.

“I’m going to bed.” Your voice is quiet.

You must have stunned Jungkook as you can’t hear the buzzing of his words as they enter one ear and leave out the other. You don’t wait for an answer. With languid steps, you carry your body to your assigned room.

Your fingers drag across the empty shelf. What once held works of Shakespeare and the like is now barren, the wood left to rot under the layers of dust and sun damage. A bird squawks overhead. You catch the view of a large black bird leaping from one window pane to another, its wings flapping noisily. It stops for a moment, turning its head to stare at you, and squawks again loudly before flying off. The moment it leaves your sight, you drop your gaze to where your fingers meet the splintering wood. Strange, you think.

Stepping away from the shelf, letting your hand drop to your side, you walk further into the library. It’s much more messy than what you remember it being. Books are carelessly spread out on the ground, many of them missing pages or their cover. A multitude of paper lies haphazardly around the building, torn and damaged, ripped from the spines of the books laying about. Several of the bookcases are set on their sides. The wooden frames are crooked, some completely collapsed over the time that has passed.

How long has it been? You don’t remember the town library being this beat up. Just a few days ago—or at least you think it was a few days ago. You honestly can’t recall when your visit was or what day it is—you sat at the very table a few feet ahead of you. You stare at the spot where you were, noticing that there is nothing to indicate your presence in the building. If you were there, your mark is long gone now. The dust you brushed off the table has been replaced. It makes your nose tickle at the smell of the musty room.

Your eyes widen as an added pressure pushes up against your leg. Your heart beats sporadically as you will yourself to glance down. At your feet, a dark cat brushes its tail against your leg. You let out a loud sigh, crouching down to see the cat better.

“Where did you come from, little one?”

Reaching your hand out to pet its head, you smile at it. Though, it quickly disappears as a spark of pain courses through your arm. You throw your body backwards, landing harshly on a hardcover book behind you, letting out a gasp. The cat scratched you. You stare at the creature with wide eyes, feeling the way the small wound lets a small amount of blood pool up and slowly trail down your hand towards your wrist. It stings, but the only thing you can focus on is the bushy-tailed animal in front of you. The cat’s back is arched up as it stares at you, ready to attack again if you dare make any other move.

“Nice kitty,” you quietly plead.

It hisses at you, making you clamp your jaw. How could something so soft looking be so aggressive? Slowly, the cat stalks toward you. It’s back is no longer hunched, but the look in its eyes is the same. The green glowing eyes stay trained on you as it makes its way forward, a threatening glint in its gaze. You are the mouse caught in a trap. With a trembling arm, you reach behind you clearing a space for you to clamber back to as the cat continues to stalk towards you like you’re the prey. You keep your focus on the animal, making sure that it won’t attack you the moment you break eye contact. Your breathing is shaky, every inhale making your lungs press against your ribs in an almost painful manner.

Soon enough you can’t retreat any farther. Your back hits the side of a bookshelf. You watch as the cat stills, lowering its body to build up the energy to lunge at you. Taking a sharp breath, you quickly throw your arms in front of your face, closing your eyes, hoping to keep the cat from scratching at your face. A moment passes. Nothing happens. Carefully, you peel an eye open, sneaking a look past your arms, before letting your body fall limp against the bookshelf. The cat is gone.

You keep yourself on the ground for a few minutes. You don’t worry too much about where the cat has gone, glad that it found something better to do than hurt you even more than it already did. Gasping quietly, your eyes travel to your hand.

“Impossible,” you mutter.

There is no doubt that the creature scratched you. It felt all too real for it to not have. Yet, the closer you inspect your hand, the more your brows furrow. There is no trail of dried blood. In fact, there is no sign of your injury at all. Had you imagined it after all?

Shaking the worrying thoughts away, you will yourself to stand up again. You are in the library for a reason. But what was the reason? It must be because of your lack of sleep on that awful bed, you tell yourself. Why did the host have to give you a room with such an uncomfortable piece of furniture? Even the couch in the front room is comfier than that mattress. Hell, you’d rather sleep on the kitchen table. Your eyes wander around the library. Maybe if you walk around a little longer you’ll be able to remember why you’re here.

Staring at the floor, you try to make out the words on the scattered pages. There has to be some kind of information that can help. Though, the longer your eyes scan the papers, the more they seem to become blurred. Maybe it’s the dim lighting in the library, or maybe you’re becoming much more tired, but nothing still makes sense to you.

Suddenly, the front door slams closed. You gasp, whipping your head towards the entrance. Your heart beats harshly against your chest.

“Who’s there?” You call out, albeit your voice wavering a little.

Your eyes catch movement from behind the bookshelf. Stepping closer, you try to peek around the shelf.

“I know there’s someone here.” You pick up a heavy book from the floor, your arms shaking slightly from the sudden scare. If someone is pranking you, they sure as hell are going to learn a lesson about messing with you. “I’ve got a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Your heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear. Are you still imagining things? Maybe it’s just all in your head. Yeah, that’s it. All in my head.

Before you can move any further, the tail end of a wooden flute pokes out from the shelves. A simple tune dances through the air making your body relax a little. Your eyes widen as the flute becomes longer, a figure appearing at the other end of it. A dark clothed man, much taller than you, gently blows into the flute as his fingers tap against the holes on the instrument, his eyes closed in concentration. You watch, entranced by the way the high pitched sound seems to caress your face as he plays on. He plays the final note, lowering the flute slightly before flicking his gaze up at you. The bright blue of his eyes is enough to have you stepping back. Slowly, his lips curl into a vile smile, shark like teeth on display. You drop the book in your hands. It lands on the ground with a loud thud, echoing against the decaying walls.

“What the fu-”

Your eyes fly open as you gasp out for air. Breathing heavily, you stare out into the dark. It was only a dream. But why did it feel so real?

1 September, 20XX

A knock on your door startles you awake. When did you fall back asleep last night?

“Breakfast is ready,” Jungkook mutters from the other side of the door.

You groan, rubbing at your eyes. The sunlight streaming through the partially open curtains irritates your eyes. It’s much too bright for you. But, you regret closing your eyes when the image of the man’s horrid smile flashes in your mind, the scene tattooed to the inside of your eyelids. You quickly open your eyes again, finding that dealing with the morning sun is much better than having to think about your dream—nightmare.

Getting dressed hastily, you meet Jungkook in the kitchen. He leans against the counter with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. His eyes drift to you momentarily when you reach the doorway, but immediately turns to the stove before you can catch him staring. Grabbing a large plate from one of the overhead cupboards, he dishes the food onto it, setting it down at the chair you have been sitting at for the past few days.

“Thank you,” you mumble.

You saunter to the table, carefully pulling out the chair and sitting yourself down the moment Jungkook turns back towards you, another full plate in his hands. Without much care, he places the plate in his spot, joining you in sitting at the table. The two of you eat in silence. The scraping of the utensils against the plates as you both scoop up the food is the only thing that sounds throughout the room.

You pause for a moment, staring down at the food on your plate. Do you dare ask about what you heard last night? It must be too early in the morning for you as your brain doesn’t have a chance to stop your unfiltered thoughts from escaping the confines of your skull.

“So… Why don’t you use your name around here?”

Jungkook glances up from his food, a blank look on his face. He doesn’t answer. Just as quickly as he looked at you, his focus returns to the table. The air between you is thick with tension. You clear your throat as quietly as possible. Your own eyes drop to your food, watching as you pick at it, moving it around with the utensil.

“Do you happen to have a camera around here?” you speak up again after a few minutes pass. “I just wanna go around and get as much information as I can.”

He looks at you again, sighing. Setting down his next bite of food, he sits up, pushing his chair back, and leaves the room. Haven’t you bothered him enough, you question yourself. Surely he’s already fed up with your neverending string of questions. You can get to be quite the annoying investigator. You remember once annoying a suspect so much with the random knowledge you spat out—thanks to Yoongi—that she admitted to being the culprit, saying that she’d take the consequences if she didn’t have to listen to you a minute more. That was one of your best cases. But, looking at the situation now, you can’t say for sure what Jungkook will do with you if you manage to hit the right nerve. Of course, it’s not like he’s been too much of a help anyway.

It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to enter the kitchen again. Though you’re glad because he doesn’t come empty handed. In either hand, he holds a camera. You recognise both right away, one being an instant camera, the other a small film camera.

“It’s not much, but I have these,” Jungkook tells you.

You smile, standing from your seat to step closer to him.

“These will work just fine. Thank you.”

His brows furrow as you reach out for both of them.

“Do you even know how they work?” he questions almost mockingly.

You scoff. Of course you do. You had to take a few photography classes in college to be able to get to where you are today. You snatch both cameras from him, setting the polaroid camera down on the table behind you as you begin to fiddle with the other.

“Haven’t we gone over this already? I’m not stupid. Ya know, if you knew what it takes to become what I am, you wouldn’t be asking such a dumb question.”

You slide the small window on the back of the camera open to check for film. Empty. Popping open the back cover, you inspect the inside, checking for any damages that could ruin your shots. Deeming it to be in good condition, you glance back up at Jungkook.

“Do you have any film?”

He grumbles, turning back around to leave the kitchen again. Maybe your multitude of questions will turn out to be in your favor again.

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