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[craycraybluejay]

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[k-hotchoisan]

mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP

Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘

As always, enjoy 🩷

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<Choi san x fem!reader>

Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.

Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.

“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.

You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.

Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.

“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”

You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.

You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.

San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.

Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.

His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.

An appointment via referral.

He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.

[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]

He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.

[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!

Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.

I don’t bite, I promise!]

He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.

You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.

You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.

“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.

Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.

“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.

The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.

He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.

And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.

His hand is placed over his heart.

San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.

San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.

“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.

San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.

You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.

When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.

“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.

“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.

“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.

Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.

“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.

“I don��t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.

That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.

“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.

The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”

By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”

San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.

San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.

He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.

You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.

“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.

San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.

He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.

“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.

“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.

The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.

San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.

“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”

It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.

Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.

What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.

San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.

“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.

Fuck.

San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.

He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.

The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.

San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.

He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.

Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.

Right onto you.

He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.

Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:

One; San is right above you,

Two; his lips are hovering over yours,

Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.

And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.

As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.

“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”

You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.

“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”

Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.

“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.

Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.

San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.

His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.

He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.

And it makes you excited.

San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.

He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.

He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.

“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.

“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.

“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.

San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.

“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”

“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.

He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.

“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.

“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.

His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.

“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.

Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.

So that’s what he does.

San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.

He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.

“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.

Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.

His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.

“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”

You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.

Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.

“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.

“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.

“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.

It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.

His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.

The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.

San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.

He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.

You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.

San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.

What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.

“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.

“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.

“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.

Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.

And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.

He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.

Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.

“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.

San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.

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[bejeweledblondie]

hey! I have a request- I wonder what you think would be the type of girl 141 + konig + graves + any others would go for, thanks!!

Ooooo I legit have this one in my drafts! So buckle up! (Since these men take their careers very seriously I don’t think they’d actually peruse a relationship with a colleague due to professionalism,) I also apologize for not immediately posting this my husband rescued a small kitten from our storm drain & we’re getting her acclimated to our home

•Simon “Ghost” Riley- I feel like he’d lean into a very feminine type of woman, solely due to being around men constantly & his upbringing. So to him being with a woman who leans into very feminine roles would be something that I think he’d find incredibly attractive. Like dresses, makeup, very fashionable, loves to cook, etc.

• Captain John Price- I feel like he’d lean more into a old soul at heart type of woman. A woman who doesn’t settle for anything less & is also incredibly elegant at the same time. To me he’s an old soul himself so it’s very fitting he’d go for a woman who’s an old soul herself. You love to watch old movies, cross words puzzles, actual puzzles, etc.

• Johnny “Soap” MacTavish- I feel like his ideal woman is a full on extrovert that’s incredibly athletic. He needs someone to match his personality & energy at all times. Someone who is adventurous & has a incredible sense of humor. You can easily drink him under the table & love football.

• Gaz- I think his ideal woman is headstrong & intelligent. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, even Gaz when he’s being a “man.” She has a lot of empathy (I believe Gaz does too especially with his reactions to seeing the aftermath of terror attacks) & that can be a downfall for her sometimes. Luckily the both of them use their empathy to their advantage. Y’all love walking the dogs in your local animal shelter, & even foster animals

• Alex Keller- I feel like he’d go a woman who’s bookish, but not afraid to get her hands dirty. Her intelligence can get the best of her. But she can overthink situations & Alex has to reassure her sometimes that’s she’s making the right decision. Overall she’s a big sweetheart & does lean more into her feminine side. I’d say you love to read, paint, have a veggie garden, & love to go on hikes

• Keegan P. Russ- you’re far more extroverted than he is. You’re constantly helping him break out of his shell a bit. He’s can be so serious sometimes that he’d find your fearless attitude refreshing but also stressful. You’d give him a heart attack whenever you do something semi dangerous, like bring in a stray possum because it was cute

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König- He’s going for a woman who’s patient & empathetic right off the bat. No joke like a kindergarten teacher imo would be perfect. Someone who can listen to him, take care of him, but also provide space when needed. I feel like y’all would enjoy reading books together, he’s very intelligent & book reading is a great way to bond over something but if needed he can always read by himself or with you.

Sobiesław- he’s going for a Slavic woman, a woman who’s traditional but has a little sass. You definitely lean into your more feminine side & be incredibly fashionable. I also feel like he’d into joining you on your shopping trips because you have a good idea for what looks good on him.

Phillip Graves- the All American type of girl, picture Cindy Crawford in that Pepsi Super Bowl commercial. Outgoing, kind, you’d have to be patriotic (RAH 🦅) to some extent obviously, & confident. You’d be his biggest cheerleader & provide the best support system for him in his career.

#cod imagines #call of duty #cod masterlist #ghost x y/n #captain john price #cod modern warfare #ghost call of duty #captain price #john price #alex keller #soap call of duty #call of duty keegan #keegan x you #könig x you #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig x female reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost x female reader #john mactavish x you #captain john price imagine #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #cod mw2 #soap cod #soap x y/n #john price x reader #john price x f!reader

[r0-boat]

Random Emmet hcs

Just a collection of random thoughts I had about him every once when I had various thoughts about him. Or things I've changed my mind about when I made posts like this similar in the past. Anyways enjoy! ( I miss writing Submas :( )

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He's very competitive when it comes to anything with competition although he's very good at Pokemon battles, because to him winning a battle not only means better in skill and raising your Pokemon but also a bigger Bond with trainer and companion he is actually happy when he loses because it still means he has a lot to learn and grow which he is always happy to know more, and he gets to see a happy trainer and happy Pokemon celebrate their victory is there a greater reward than that? But for some reason video games he becomes a sore loser no yelling no Tantrums just silent anger stowing in his Petty thoughts he'll never act out.

He was lying on his living room floor with a blanket topped over him in a T-shirt and sweatpants when he was sick because, for some reason, the floor felt better than his own bed.

Hangs up memes around the office or sends his friends semi cursed images / memes for no reason with little too no explanation. And has a whole folder in his phone just for joltik/other bug pokemon image memes, just in case he needs to react to anything he can't put into words.

I still think he likes to play scary games but his favorite ones are the ones he gets to play with his friends and laugh at their deaths. Skyla and Emmet give each other Petty nicknames and fight with each other on the regular especially over text online and in games. They fight like siblings which is funny because image is actually really close with his brother and doesn't understand why a lot of people aren't packed with their siblings. Sometimes, your sibling's actions can get on your nerves, but their family are sometimes the only ones who can understand you.

He takes self degradation even if they're jokes very seriously.

If Emmet could he would be a full-time joltik breeder I mean don't get me wrong he probably has dozens of them but I mean those breeders that have cool morphs of like certain lizards, snake and insects. Because I refuse to believe in the world of Pokémon that they are no Pokemon that are the same species but with different patterns/ fur or scale color/ breeds etc. He tried to do it himself, but he was stopped by a certain someone

Emmet cannot have TikTok downloaded as much as he loves the app; he will spend hours and hours on it and flood his poor brother and Friends with 99+ notifications. One of the depot agent managers runs the official TikTok account, and before they post anything, both brothers have to check for inappropriate content.

Emmet is either very photogenic or takes very cursed blurry photos there is no between. They'll either be a photo that looks almost professionally done with perfect lighting with his loose tie and shirt half buttoned while another one will have the lighting making it look like his eyes are glowing while the entire photo is dark with his hand coming down on the camera with a caption that says "POV: you're a bug Pokemon"

Still trying to win Nimbasa's hottest Bachelor after his brother who had one the last 3 years in a row😔

Genshin player/bias

#submas #pokemon emmet #Emmet x reader #writing submass as if the community isn't going to 'Welcome Home cheater' me XD #subway master emmet #subway master kudari #Kudari x reader #subway boss emmet

[speedforce-zoomies]

“Can I ask you a question?”

Janet turned to face her semi-regular visitor, an alternative version of her son, and boy, wasn’t that a sentence?

“Different from the ones I’ve been asking, I mean?”

“Oh course, birdie.”

It had been rather awkward for the both of them the first time Janet had instinctively used a pet name that she used for her own Tim, one that his Mother had also used for him.

He had blinked away tears so quickly that if she hadn’t known all versions of her son so dearly she would have thought she had imagined it.

From that point on she made sure to only call him Tim or Birdie, a pet based off his hero identity, (and it still took the breath out of her lungs to think about any version of her baby fighting criminals with nothing but a belt full of tools and a metal staff. Her fear for him was not at all canceled out by her pride). The name deemed safe since her own Tim was a civilian.

Though, even “Tim” got confusing sometimes when trying to differentiate between her son and the son of dead version of herself.

She had asked if it would perhaps be better to call him Jackson and he had frowned at the suggestion, suggesting Alvin or Carl as alternatives instead with a sudden, sly smirk and a snicker when he saw her expression.

He smiled at her now, a soft, gentle thing, that spoke of comfort but his eyes were sad.

“Do you think…” he paused, “Do you think, if things were reversed between our worlds and you had passed, sorry, this is, uh, um a pretty heavy question...”

Tim trailed off, eyes glued to the bare white wall across from him and Janet walked over and sat beside him, not touching, just silently offering support.

“It’s okay, it’s obviously burdening you, let me carry some of the weight. What’s on your mind, Birdie?”

“If it were you that had die-passed, and your Tim had access to trans-dimensional travel, would it… would it make you sad or hurt your feelings if your Tim was to visit my mom?”

Janet paused, thinking it over.

Tim didn’t look at her, allowing her to consider her words carefully.

“A little bit, I think. Not hurt, but sad, because of course my preference would be to be a part of his life. However, even if it would make me a little sad, it would mean the world to me that another Janet was able to open up her arms to my son, that he had found a way to ease his pain, even if just a little bit.”

He smiled at her and it was watery.

“You know, when I come to visit, I take the information you give me and I go though my Mama’s stuff, almost like I’m gathering clues here and putting the pieces together there.”

He paused, trying and failing to not fidget.

“I had no idea, about the Emily Dickinson poem, until you told me and then I went home and she had used that poem in a couple of her poems and social media posts.”

He leaned in to her space.

“It’s nice, getting to learn about her, even now that she’s gone… I appreciate you, you giving me the chance to do so.”

Janet gently bumped shoulders with him, “Of course, Birdie.”

“It also kind of feels weird,” he confessed, “to investigate my own mom like this.”

Janet hummed, and took a chance, “Well, you are two anthropologists’ son, investigating the dead is kind of in your blood.”

Tim choked out a laugh, “Yeah,” he huffed out, voice low and rough but still amused, “guess you’re right.”

He leaned back against the sofa, “She’d love that, I think, being an anthropological revelation.”

“I’d be flattered, certainly.”

Tim snickered at that.

“Do you think your Tim is gonna be an anthologist. Like you and his dad?”

Janet hummed, “Maybe. He enjoys coming out to digs on holidays and summer vacations. But he also enjoys his photography and he keeps making jokes, that I’m not entirely sure are actually jokes about becoming a professional skateboarder.”

Tim snorted in amusement, “Well, I’m rooting for him if he goes for it.”

Janet grinned. “I will too, if that’s his passion in life, though I will expect him to have a backup plan, of course.”

“Of course.” Tim agreed.

“Anything but vigilante!” She shook his shoulder gently, “I already have one of those to worry about!”

He laughed, and he didn’t sound like her own Tim when he laughed.

He sounded like her, or well, she thought, another version of me.

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I wrote a lot of words just to say I’m not over Batman (2016) #134 & I never will be ^.^

#janet drake #tim drake #I want more of their relationship #I wish we got more flashbacks of tim & janet #or references of janet #janet & tim #tim & janet #robin #robin tim #robin iii #jack drake #batman 134 #dc comics #au #janet drake meta #ficlet #dc ficlet

[zebulontheplanet]

I am experiencing what I think is autism regression (as does my therapist) and am wondering about your experience and what ways you used to deal with it and if there is any way you know of to work with your limits? (if you aren't comfortable with asks like this let me know)

Hey there! I’m completely comfortable with asks and questions. So, I have autism regression caused by autism catatonia, so it’s a bit different from regular regression or skill regression caused by burnout.

DO NOT use this post to self diagnose regressive autism catatonia. If you suspect you have autism catatonia then reach out to a professional right away.

Autism regression for me is heavily tied to my autism catatonia, so if you’re just looking for regular regression caused by burnout, then I’m not the person to ask about that. My regression started as young as 17, although I’ve always had skill regression in some areas. I’ve always had to keep learning things to keep up with it and keep maintenance. Things like tying your shoes, basic mathematics, basic reading, etc etc. I’d lose skills in them and have to re-learn it, over and over again. My true regression started becoming noticeable when I was 17. It was fairly slow. Started out with sensory issues, then sensory issues turned into loss of control with meltdowns, then that turned into loss of social skills, then that turned into loss of the ability to mask, then that turned into loss of the ability to complete iADLs, then that turned into loss of the ability to complete bADLs, and then loss of ability to communicate verbally and becoming semiverbal, then loss in cognitive and intellectual skills, and then soon, and more recently, loss in all verbal skills and becoming completely nonverbal.

It was a constant one thing after the other. It was slow, and started out subtle. Things like stimming more turned into stimming constantly, masking less turned into not being able to mask at all, etc etc.

Along with this came catatonic episodes, and those were hard to deal with as well. I have some catatonic episodes that last up to a few minutes, to some that last up to an hour. Semi-catatonic episodes are very common for me as well, and it just means that I become increasingly slow in movements, and feel like I’m going through quicksand.

Also what came along was needing prompts for each and every task. Something as simple as taking a bowel of cereal turned into “ok now, you need to take this to your sister. Go take it to your sister now” instead of “ok, this needs to go to your sister, can you take it to her?” And so on. I have to have a lot of help with things, and sometimes hand over hand help with things. It’s very frustrating because I know I can do it, but my body feels trapped and confused and doesn’t understand.

I work with it by having strict schedules and routines. If those routines and schedules get broken, automatically catatonic. I also need intense prompting, and require assistance for what people think are just second nature and “common sense”. Everyone is different, some people definitely need more support then others. And compared to others with autism catatonia, I have mild to moderate autism catatonia. Which says a lot because I need a LOT of support. It just goes to show how bad it can get. I deal with it one day at a time and with the care and support of friends and family.

I hope this answers your question and feel free to ask more! Have a lovely day!

#zebrambles #autism regression #autism catatonia #long post #autism #actually autistic

[locallesbianlegend]

Hey guys, this post is a little bit more serious than usual but like I feel like it needs to be said.

Im gay. Like, really gay.

I like women.

There is nothing there that says I only find skinny or white or short or tall women attractive.

You're all so beautiful.

I am a semi-professional artist, and I have spent way too much time studying the blood that flows under your skin and the bones that hold you up and the muscles that help you move to be able to look at a human and think they are ugly.

Like, we have created this society where I find this hard to explain which is sick.

I love skinny girls. I love the way you fit so well in my hands. I love the grace you can carry yourself with, the balance you hold, the way your limbs float with little weight.

I love fat girls. I love how warm and safe and solid I feel when I touch you. I love the feeling of running my hand over your tummies, the skin there so soft and pliable. I love the fact that your thighs make the best pillows and the best seats, and how I could die happily of asphyxiation to them.

I love girls with clear skin. I love the way light dribbles over your features like your skin is harnessing it. I love the small halo of light that always forms around your face as miniscule, clear hairs catch the light.

I love girls with acne. I love how it feels like I could get lost in every beautiful mark on your skin. I love the way your face is decorated and how it feels to rub my thumbs across your cheeks. I love how sometimes it always looks like I youre blushing a little.

I love white girls. I love the beautiful blue veins I can see under your skin, the layers of life that makes up the beautiful thing that is you. I love the way moonlight maps your skin and I love how fast you are to blush.

I love black girls, I love the deepness of your skin, skin that I could get lost in. I love the soothing dark of your eyes and all the wonderful shapes and textures of your hair. I love the way you speak, the way words lilt through your lips.

I love Asian girls. I love the softness of your features. I love how much emotion your eyes always hold. I love the gentle curves of your nose and the rich tan of your skin.

I love girls with stretch marks. I love how I can FEEL the history of your body, your skin. I love seeing the scars where your body wormed so hard for you. I love the mounds and valleys under my tongue when I kiss them.

I love girls with straight teeth. I love the way your smile shines whole from afar. I love the way your lips curve over them perfectly.

I love girls with crooked teeth. I love to learn every part of your mouth with my tongue. I love to see that beautiful smile that is uniquely yours.

There are so many beautiful things I missed but the takeaway is that YOU DO NOT HAVE TO CHANGE TO DESERVE LOVE!

You are eligible for love as soon as you feel ready for it. Someone who loves you will see your beauty. It's beauty that isn't invisible to everyone, but it isn't what you see on magazine covers. It's more real, alive, grounded. Its living, breathing beauty full of love and stories.

How someone loves you NEVER EVER depends on how 'good' you look, and that should never change. Everyone is just so beautiful. I'll never be able to worship and appreciate every young woman I see but damn I would.

#nsft thoughts #nsft concept #therapy #advice #lesbian #amazing body #body positive #body postivity #comfort #don't lower your standards #you deserve it

[yooniesim]

I think one of the things that makes it so hard to find new creators (that are free) is how insular paywall/early access cc creators are. I literally can't remember the last time any of them used their massive platforms to support newer creators and they only seem to reblog content that features their own stuff or other creators they're close with. They are literally only concerned about their "brand" instead of actually participating in the community that provides them with their livelihoods. If you're looking for content, you're going directly to these creators first and maybe you'll look through finds blogs if you're more invested. To a point, I understand that's how popularity works, but they could be doing so much more.

Plus, since the early access model is so popular, I do think there's a push for new creators to switch to that. You get an initial burst of engagement when you first post and then another when your content is free, instead of just posting once and getting what you get. Also, I do think there's an unspoken rule that "early access creator" = "professional". So, if you want to be taken seriously, you'll imitate what the "professionals" are doing.

I'm sorry you're discouraged trying to find new creators. It's actually insane how much damage the popularity of paywalling has done to this community.

Hey nonny, thanks for sending this and also for your sympathy! I agree with everything you said, and I'm just gonna ramble a bit in a semi related way.

I think the point you made about professionalism is especially poignant. Creating cc is less a hobby now and more a setup for your own "business". But in this marketplace, there are no standards or regulation whatsoever- and many people here are just bad at what they do in various ways. It seems as if they either have the aesthetic & business model down, but are terrible to their customers and/or make terrible product, or they make a good product but can't quite grasp how to play the "game" to work the system to its full advantage. Sometimes you get people bad at all of it, yet they still charge. Because the only consistent thing about this community at the moment is that everything absolutely has to have a price, no matter how shitty it is. And there's absolutely zero consequence for being a gigantic douche nozzle.

This is a mostly disconnected side note, but when I think about these creators, it's just unbelievably depressing. I have thought about what it would be like to try early access a few times over the years, and honestly even the thought gave me such a burst of anxiety I immediately dismissed it. Just releasing cc for free is sometimes an anxious feeling for me, I just can't imagine having to base a business around it. The thought of possibly disappointing people and not consistently providing a quality product that is worth their money is a shameful thought for me. I have gotten a few $1 donations to my patreon over the years and even then i feel bad for not being able to create cc for a while because of my mental health, and not being better at cc making in general. And yet there's people that provide the most lazy, shit items I've ever seen without blinking. Stuff they never tested that doesn't work in game, two second conversions, no hat chops, no lods, gigantic poly, etc. They don't even know how to make cc and admit to that but still charge. I think I would die of shame. I'm sitting here thinking about, do they feel guilt over it, in the back of their mind? Does the stress and the anxiety gnaw at them like it does me? Even just uploading to curseforge for me, causes a bit of anxiety, even though no one pays for it directly. But CF is just another tool to be used to most- now people use patreon, but once its unlocked, the download link leads to CF so they can double dip. So it must not be bothersome to them at all. It's difficult for me to wrap my head around.

...I've gotten so far off track, again. Here's the part where I re-read your ask and try to get back on topic lol. Sorry, my mind runs a lot these days.

I'm glad you mentioned the part about how insular paywallers are. But I think there's even more to this than just popularity. They do not break from their circle, except in the very rare case someone new becomes very popular and they want to do a boring collab with them, and even then it seems limited. I'm pretty sure they have a server (or multiple) where they share people's urls for the purposes of chain blocking them. They also, without a doubt, share people's personal info to one another in order to ban their accounts from their patreons (at the very least). I have witnessed this multiple times. There are several doxxing rings besides the ones that were exposed, at least one exclusive to early access creators. They don't allow new people in/trust others easily because of this. This is why I don't trust paywallers as a rule; not because I think custom content should never be monetized under any circumstances, but because the lack of standardization and consequences for privacy violations makes it unsafe.

I've read through your ask again, and it made me think of something else, so bear with me haha. But the point about how you find newer creators, and how some will go to finds blogs. The fact of the matter is that popular finds blogs have the potential to be compromised as well. I have been blocked by mmccworld ever since EA temporarily banned paywalling and I reblogged a post that had a list of people intending to continue paywalling after that, and they happened to be on that list. They were one of the more popular finds blogs in the community, but I obviously won't be reblogged by them like I was in the past. Now, this isn't that relevant anymore since they're definitely not as highly regarded as they once were, but think about tumblr's lack of algorithm & what you said about how people find newer creators. If you aren't reblogged, you aren't found. And it makes me wonder how many other creators are blocked at a finds blog's discretion. I mean, this isn't necessarily a bad thing; you can filter people how you like, for example I don't reblog from paywallers on mine, or known bigots etc. But it's something to think about, and I think is a smaller example of how simblr works. If you don't play the game and fall in line, if you question the wrong person, you won't get exposure. And to most, in our current system, exposure equals money. Of course you're going to toe the line- no one wants to be publicly shamed, or worse, have a drop in potential income.

This has gone on far, far too long, so let me stop lol. But thanks again for sending this and allowing me to ramble in response, nonny... not that you had a choice 🤣

#asks #anonymous #ceci speaks #negative #the patreon issue #ceci speaks a lot more #long post #nonny complaints

[tadpolesonalgae]

Hi I’m not sure how well this will be received but sjfbdbdbd I have thoughts about CBMTHY from a reader but also writer point of view.

Honestly I can’t help to agree with some people about the pacing — it’s going quite slow and I guess I understand the point of being slow burn but it’s slow on a place where we don’t have any interaction from the two main characters together. It gives me blue balls tbh slskddmb it’s not like I want them to be married by the next chapter but It would be nice to see them interact with each other and it feels like that hasn’t happened in a while. At least not in a substantial way. I think slow burns like that work better in a book formats because you can just keep reading - in fanfics where you have to wait sometimes a month between one chapter and another that can get frustrating.

I hope this is not offensive to you, I’m just trying to put into perspective why people must be feeling so frustrated. Especially because in the horizon is so hard to see a future where the two characters get along, much less become infatuated with each other. When writing I’ve noticed that dropping small crumbs of interaction and keeping people’s hopes up works well to keep everyone at the edge of their seat, therefore interested in the story. Pacing a story is a challenge and I’m not demanding perfection, I nor professional authors have that. It’s just a friendly feedback I guess?

It guts me to see negative asks on your blog especially since your writing is so rich and interesting. And I look forward to my favorite pieces everyday, it’s a joy when you post them! I’m so invested in CBMTHY and will continue looking forward to it. I guess I related to the anon in the sense that i was simply thirsty for more. 10K words wouldn’t be enough. Thank you for sharing your work 💞

giving myself an emoji because I will be coming back - 🥐

‘I guess I understand the point of being slow burn but it’s slow on a place where we don’t have any interaction from the two main characters together’

I’m not sure how relevant this is, but one of the scenes I ended up cutting off from chapter 11 is after Azriel has flown her back up to the House and they have an actual discussion for once but I decided I wanted that to be at the beginning of a chapter so people got to go into it with a fresh mind?

But I do see what you mean about there being so few interactions with Az in the past few parts which I think was something I definitely did wrong this time around :/

‘I hope this is not offensive to you, I’m just trying to put into perspective why people must be feeling so frustrated.’

No, it’s not offensive at all! Honestly you’re being helpful and giving advice without being blunt or unkind about it, so thank you a lot :)

‘I guess I related to the anon in the sense that i was simply thirsty for more. 10K words wouldn’t be enough.’

I suppose longer chapters could be a way to clamp down on writing too many parts that don’t have Az in? They might take longer to write is the only thing I’m slightly concerned about?

Between other fics, requests and then writing chapters that are over 5/6k, I’d be a little worried but honestly that might just be what has to happen? Like it might just be a case of spending more time on it to post semi-regularly?

‘giving myself an emoji because I will be coming back - 🥐’

You’re absolutely welcome to stick around, thank you for suggesting longer chapters and giving helpful feedback on including exchanges between reader and Az so the story doesn’t drag with the pacing, I really appreciate it 🧡💛

#🥐 anon <3 #🥐 #cbmthy

[whiskeynwriting]

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Javier Peña x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mention of female masturbation, kissing, age gap, semi-flirty Javi, soft baby boy Javi

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A/N: this request was sent in through DM by @thesleepingmusicneek, with fluffy prompt #14. My love, I hope I did your fluffy Javi vision justice <3

1/3 posts tonight, nearing the last of this celebration. It’s only taken a month lmao

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It was really strange, interacting with him in this way, but not for the fact that you didn’t like it. Up until this point, nothing even close to this was happening. At best, there were stolen glances, sometimes catching the other’s wandering eyes. There were times where Javier would hold his gaze for a moment longer before looking away, but that’s as spicy as anything got. At night, and sometimes even on break, you let your imagination do the rest. That’s actually what had been happening when this whole event occurred, you sitting alone in the breakroom, letting your imagination fill in all the blanks…

“Oh shit,”

You’d immediately shoved your skirt down, readjusting the fabric of your legs as you sat back in your seat. The door hadn’t been locked – rookie mistake on your end. Most everyone had left for lunch, going out to get a quick bite being that it was Friday. And usually, you would’ve joined them, if Javier wasn’t looking especially attractive today.

He stopped when he heard your words, the door then fully open as he raised a brow.

“I scare you?”

“No,” you breathed out, a shy smile on your face. Your hands smoothed back your hair as you glanced down at your lap. “No, um, why… why are you here?”

He turned around, that same doubtful eyebrow higher than the other. He gestured to the small kitchenette.

“We’re on break…” he said as if it were obvious, and it was, or at least it should have been. But in your lust-hazed mind, it could’ve been midnight for all you knew.

“Right, I just mean… everyone else is gone.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, turning back around to open up the refrigerator. “Didn’t feel like eating out today. Besides, I brought my own lunch anyway.”

He’d pulled out a brown bag and tossed it on the table in front of you, plopping down in a chair on the other side. Your breaths were still heavy, your face appearing somewhat flush. He’d continued to scan your features, wondering why you looked so… disheveled.  

And apparently, his gaze didn’t go unnoticed, because as soon as he got to your top, you looked down, too. There was a button undone, one that exposed your cleavage quite outwardly, and once your eyes found it, too, your hands immediately flew up to fix it. Javier had jumped a little in his seat, coughing out an embarrassed breath as he averted his gaze elsewhere.

You suppose that’s where it started, him seeing your upper button undone. And you really hadn’t noticed it, the fact of it embarrassing you endlessly. What was even more embarrassing was when it happened again after break when you were summarizing case schedules with a coworker. You’d noticed the button had slipped open again, your fingers quickly fumbling to pull it back into place. It was starting to annoy you, and your outward huff of irritation didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, it almost made Javier stare even harder, wondering what he could do. He could see how embarrassed it made you, you only wanted to be viewed as a professional, of course. And having your breasts hanging out was not the way to do that.

He'd watched you plop down at your desk in defeat after that. You’d only been working here a few months, and more than half the agents had already hit on you, one of them being bold enough to try a grab at your backside. They quickly found themselves in HR’s office later that very same day. Javier could see how hard you were working, how focused you were and how late you were staying. It was really easy for someone like you, a younger, prettier woman to fall into the role of being eye candy for the office. Not many men around here took women seriously in this type of role, but he could you tell you wanted to be. And he wanted you to know that he saw you that way, too.

“So, um…”

He’d walked up to you later in the day, around three in the afternoon. You glanced up at him, still seated at your desk.

“Here’s a safety pin.”

You furrowed your brow slightly at him, eyes flickering from his to the pin. Carefully, you reached out, taking the pin from the two fingers he’d held it out to you with.

“For what?”

He sighed, shifting his weight and placing both hands on his hips. He quickly gestured to your top before placing to hand back on his belt.

“That stubborn button on your blouse right there.” And then his heartrate picked up, eyes going slightly wide. “I didn’t look directly at your chest, I promise!”

He’d made sure to keep his voice down, not wanting to draw attention. Immediately, he worried if you thought little of him, if you thought he as lying. But you didn’t, you just smiled. Seeing Javier’s face heat up at his stumbling words and nervous, fidgeting hands made you grin. You’d never seen him so flustered before. Of course, it was no secret that Javier spent over other night with someone new. And while you’d had many interactions with him before, you were always waiting for that womanizing persona to come out. But seeing him like this… maybe that side of him didn’t really exist.

And that’s what led you to where you are now, currently seated on Javier’s lap in the back of his Jeep. Both of you decided to stay late, working on separate files while slowly but surely making your way towards each other. You both decided to stay at his, swinging your chair over and claiming you needed his opinion on some random report. And it was nice, being so close to him and finally opening up to him. He'd eventually lit a cigarette, getting comfortable enough to even open up to you about his own life. And when he smiled, it was the biggest one you'd ever seen on him, taking a quick drag before it grew on his face at some silly joke you'd told. For months now, you felt like there could be something more between you two but were never fully sure. And Javier felt the same, but he always wanted to keep you at a distance; he knew how much your career meant to you.

But when you both decided you were ‘too tired’ to go on, that you needed to go home and get some rest, you headed out to your cars. It only took a few words for you to end up in his car.

“Do you still want me to have this safety pin on, Javi?” you ask, deciding to be bold as his lips hurriedly return to yours.

Both of Javier’s hands hold onto your sides, sliding down to rest on your hips.

“You don’t have to, baby.” He sighs, looking up into your eyes with a grin. “You know, I really wasn’t looking earlier, when I gave that to you.”

“I know you weren’t,” you return, leaning in to kiss to the tip of his nose. “But if you want to, it’s okay. You can look.”

Thank you for reading <3

#1k followers celebration #Javier Peña #Javi Peña #Narcos #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic

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Six Auditions 101: Part 2

Hey y’all! This is the second and final part in a series of posts I’m writing about Six auditions. Part one covers general audition info, while this part primarily covers audition info by production and what the status of casting for different upcoming auditions are. 

Note: These posts are primarily geared towards Six/theatre fans who aren’t pursuing semi-professional or professional theatre but are curious about the process. This part has some more specific info about auditions for different productions that could be helpful for actors who want to know what the audition process might look like, and if it’s helpful that’s great! But I will reiterate that this post is not intended to be a guide for anyone auditioning, and should not be taken as such. If you are actually auditioning, I’d refer you to this post by Roberta Duchak, the US Associate Musical Supervisor, and this interview with Peter Van Dam, a casting director with Tara Rubin Casting.

General notes: These change from production to production and audition to audition, but if an actor gets all the way through final callbacks they’ll generally go through a few rounds of singing, dancing, and readings.

Singing auditions usually consist of at least one song from the show and at least one non-Six, non-theatre song in a style compatible with the show (think songs by the queenspirations or similar pop, RnB, etc). Sometimes actors are given a list of non-Six songs from which to pick exclusively, which usually includes some Beyonce, Demi Lovato, etc. 

A section from Get Down is used as the first round dance audition. Sections from No Way, Don’t Lose Ur Head, and All You Wanna Do have all been used as audition combos later in the process, depending on the specific production and audition.

Reading auditions are when they’ll have you read for different queens with different sets of other auditionees. This is to see how actors perform the role(s) they’re up for, to see how they interact with a group, and to see how well they work together with specific other actors in specific groups! The readings with a group to see how they interact are called chemistry readings. These have been stressed as a really crucial part of Six auditions especially; Six is a really unique show due to the six actors with equal roles, so making sure that they work well together is a really essential part to the success of a cast!

There are a few other noteworthy pieces to the Six audition process:

Large group auditions. Typically an actor would go into the room alone with the casting/production team members, do their song/readings, and then leave and have the next actor go in. However, most Six auditions actually have you sing in front of your callback/recall group. It’s also been mentioned that they’ve sometimes done chemistry readings or monologue portions in front of the group.

Depending on the production, those who are given a contract offer as an alternate may or may not get that offer for specific covers.

UK auditions:

Pre-lockdown UKT + West End Auditions (Pearson): 1st UK Tour all the way through early 2020 auditions utilized open, in-person calls (from what I can tell this was in tandem with agent submissions). That was the Get Down combo. Then they had those subsequent dancing/reading/singing callbacks that I mentioned above. They were typically in auditions for several roles or specifically as swing. These alternate offers/contracts specify the covers the alternate is expected to cover.

Post-lockdown UKT + West End (Pearson): Post-lockdown auditions are similar to pre, but instead of open in person initial calls they’ve been starting out with open video submissions and agent submissions. For more recent auditions, actors have been given a list of non-Six songs from which to choose for their song (as I mentioned above). They’ll often start out with 2-4 roles that they’re being seen for which will slowly be cut until they get to their final 1-2. Otherwise the rest of the process is, to my knowledge, the same as what I outlined for pre-lockdown UK. These alternate offers/contracts specify the first covers the alternate is expected to cover.

Typical UK NCL casts auditions (Pearson): This audition process is a little bit less clear to me. They seem to have a combo of auditionees specifically for Six and auditionees at Pearson/NCL’s broad, non-show specific auditions who then got recalled for Six. More recently, some of these actors have also been cast either partially or fully from West End. When there are NCL-specific auditions, the process sounds nearly identical to UKT/WE: Get Down and subsequent singing/dance calls with songs chosen from a specific list. They are in auditions for specific roles but it’s unclear if they submit themselves for those roles or if Pearson decides. These alternate offers/contracts specify the covers the alternate is expected to cover.

Notes on Covid-affected UK auditions: Post-lockdown the show was just focusing on getting back on its feet. They had had two UK NCL casts fully cast prior to lockdown and Breakaway 2.0 incorporated some of those actors plus returning cast members from former cruise casts. The casting process for 2020 WE/UKT cast changes had been in progress, and the returning UKT cast brought in one actor (Carly Mercedes Dyer) from early 2020 auditions for the cancelled 2020 re-opening, but otherwise any new cast members were former London + cruise cast members. A few of the 2021 WE + 2022 UKT cast members mentioned that they had gone to the 2020 auditions and may have been recalled from that for 21/22 WE/UKT auditions, but ultimately they still went through those respective productions’ processes.

US auditions:

2019 Chicago/North American regional Tour (Tara Rubin Casting): These sound like they were fairly similar to the pre-Covid West End auditions. However they did do a dance combination to a Beyonce song at final callbacks, but I have no idea if that was ever done at other auditions. It’s not done at any auditions now. 

2019-2021 Broadway and Aragon Tour (Tara Rubin Casting): Six had started casting for a fourth alternate and the Chicago-sitdown-turned-Aragon-Tour productions in late 2019/early 2020. This started as an EPA call for video submissions. The Chicago/Tour auditions were supposed to have their first day of in-person callbacks on 12 March 2020 (aka the day Broadway shut down), so they actually got cancelled. As a result they had a pretty unconventional casting process; there were a series of different Zoom calls and video submissions up until summer/fall 2021, when they moved to an in-person. This fall 2021 in-person callback process consisted of both actors from both the pre/mid-lockdown auditions (like Gabriela Francesca Carrillo) and new auditionees from summer 2020 casting calls (like Erin Palmer Ramirez). It followed the fairly standard Six audition process: a series of vocal and dance callback rounds and then chemistry reads. It’s notable that these alternates were not given a contract offer for particular roles, and did not find out for sure which ones they’d be covering until significantly later; the same seems to apply to Broadway auditionees as well.

2022 Broadway/Boleyn US Tour auditions (Tara Rubin Casting): These mostly seem to stick to the same format as those fall 2021 Aragon Tour auditions. Submission call, maybe a follow up call for another video, then several rounds of in-person dance (GD + AYWD), singing, and reading callbacks.

US NCL (Pearson): Like all UK auditions, these are run by Pearson and are very similar to the other Pearson audition processes. You have a casting call for an initial video singing audition with some. If called back, there’s then a series of in person dance, vocal, and readings callbacks which lasts about two weeks. Past video casting calls have usually just asked for one song, but more recently they’ve started asking for both a song from the show and one from the assigned list as well as the GD combo. They also don’t do an audition process for every cast and often cast multiple casts from the same process. It’s also been mentioned that a few of the queens have been cast for cruises that they didn’t technically audition for (ie cast for Breakaway 3.0 purely from Bliss 3.0 callbacks, or cast for Bliss 4.0 purely from Breakaway 3.0 callbacks). They’re seen for several queens and the list slowly gets narrowed down. One of the more recent alts also mentioned not receiving an offer for specific roles, which is different than some of the prior UK auditions where they got a contract for specific covers. 

US notes: Six has occasionally put out callbacks for “future replacements” on Broadway or Tour. That includes a casting breakdown for all six queens. That does not mean that replacements for any or all of those roles are impending, nor that any of those actors are leaving the show in the near future! It simply means that they’re asking for submissions so that, in the future when they ARE casting, they already have some of those submissions or actors lined up. Six has also done individual open calls at a few cities throughout the US. I talked more about what those open calls are intended for and the concept of “future replacements” in this post.

International auditions:

The Australia Tour was cast by Lynne Ruthven casting. They had a different set up and timeline, but I don’t know much on specifics. They cast for specific roles and the casting was in both Melbourne and Sydney. 

South Korean auditions were last fall/winter. Actors did audition for specific roles from the start. They had to choose two pop songs and then were given the songs for their queens. I don’t have info on the choreography numbers they did.

#six the musical #six auditions #six broadway #six aus nz tour #six west end #six uk tour #six ncl

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 1 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: hiiiiiiiii first time posting here ughhhh anyways enjoy this kendall fic bc i binged succession with my roommate

pairing: Kendall Roy x Original Female Character

tw: mentions of drug use, cursing

Stella fixed her black Valentino dress in the bathroom mirror of the club. She looked okay.  Not bad, not great.  It was hour three at the club, and Stella was really over it.  The bass felt like it was pumping through the walls. She needed a break from the craziness. It was usually like this, work all week and stupid events like this all weekend. And this weekend was her friend's birthday.  

Not that she didn't love her friends—or the free drinks.  And the guys could be fun...sometimes.  Tonight they partied with some semi-professional baseball players who were okay at best.  One even tried to follow her into the bathroom, but she declined.  

Even now, four movies and two shows under her belt, Stella struggled to a guy that actually gave a fuck.  Her most recent role, a side character in HBO's Delirium, was by-far her biggest break.  They had just wrapped season two, so she was taking some time in New York to work on her writing.  By dumb luck a studio was interested in her writing and wanted some pilots.  After spending the last few years in Los Angeles, Stella decided to come back to the east coast for a bit.  

So here she was now, walking back from the bathroom of some club, trying to think of the best excuse to leave the party and get the fuck home.  Stella weaved through the VIP line, arriving at the private section where her friends were.  The baseball guys were still evident, but two other men--in very expensive suits--stood with the group.  She made her way over, grabbing a drink from the waiter.  It was time to find the birthday girl and say goodbye.  Stella spied her friend from across the room, but was interrupted by one of the suit-men.  She immediately recognized him.

"Roman Roy." He stuck out his hand.  

Roman Roy.  Son of media bigwig Logan Roy.  Stella knew exactly who he was.  Not that she was a big fan of business stuff, but she knew all about ATN and their hateful broadcasting.  She knew all about his billionaire family and their insane antics.  

She shook his hand reluctantly.

"So you're a big deal I hear?" He laughed. "Well I've never heard of you."

"I've been in a few movies—" She started, but is again interrupted by him.

"Argh, actress, never mind." Roman scoffed at her and made his way to another one of her friends.

Stella was just drunk enough to feel pretty embarrassed. Normally, she would brush something like this off, but he was an important person in the city.  The Roy's could make or break her career if they really wanted to.  They controlled the media.  Hell, they were the media.  

"Hey. I'm sorry about my brother." A deep voice said from her side. "He's a fuck."

Stella looked at the man who was now in front of her. The first thing she noticed was how tired he looked.  The second was that he was Kendall Roy.  And he was just as hot in person.  

"Oh, um, it's okay."

"I'm Kendall, by the way." He held out his hand. He had a fancy ring on his pinkie finger.

"Stella."

"Matchstick Funeral." He said.

Stella couldn't help but light up. "Yes!"

It was one of her first roles. She played Jude Law's estranged daughter. That was three years ago, now.

"It's my uh, ex-wife's favorite movie."

Stella laughs, accidentally. "Sorry, um, wow, I feel like a lot of people don't remember that film."

"It's so fuckin good."

"God, thank you, wow."

They stood there for a minute.

Stella decided to play dumb. "So what do you do?"

Kendall laughed nervously. "Uh—"

Stella batted her eyelashes, then laughed, "I'm kidding, jeez!"

"Oh," Kendall smiled. "I suppose you're familiar."

"With the sexual abuse on the cruises?" She continues. "Or your rap song?"

Kendall scoffs.

"Before I was, um, like this." Stella gets quieter. "I loved celebrities and all that. I read like, every magazine." It was true, she loved stealing her mother's People Magazine as a kid.  

"Ah, I'm surprised you're even talking to me, then."

"Me too."

"Do you wanna uh, go outside?"

She was still a little unsure about him, but she wasn't really a fan of crowds and honestly really needed to smoke.

"Yeah, sure."

Kendall led her to a private balcony. Stella had never been to this part of the club, even with her own notoriety.

"Do you smoke?" Kendall revealed a pack of American Spirit yellow.

"Well," Stella rummaged through her Prada purse. "Not nicotine." She pulled out a joint.

"Need a light?" Kendall asked, moving towards her. Stella put the joint in her mouth, leaning over to Kendall's lighter. She pulled away quickly after, the scene becoming more and more intimate.

This was the same guy that yelled "Fuck the Patriarchy" to paparazzi last year. And he could be her dad. He probably wasn't that old, but he had to be a good ten years older. At least.  She remembered the tabloid photos of him snorting cocaine off of a strippers boobs.  Didn't he have a couple of kids, too?

Stella took a long drag of her joint.

"Can I get a hit?" Kendall stated, and it's as if they're teenagers hiding weed from their parents.

She nodded, handing him the joint.  He didn't look like he was on anything else, so she obliged.  

He took a long drag and looked her up and down.  She felt objectified, but it kind of turned her on.  Kendall probably knew that.  

"I bought a fucking company today."

"What?"

"Me and my siblings.  We bought Pierce."  She kind of knew what he was talking about, based on the Twitter trending page from that morning.  #Roy was third on the page.  

Stella laughed,  "Congrats, Kendall."  She touched his arm, mentally noting to stop drinking and smoking so much.  It was crazy to her, all this.  He casually dropped billions of dollars and goes to the club.  

"If I called a car right now, would you want to uh, go to my place?"

Stella couldn't believe it. Kendall fucking Roy.

"I don't really do that sort of thing, I'm sorry. It's like an image thing, and I'm so young I can't—"

"Of course." He looked genuinely disappointed.

Stella cursed internally as she whispered, "do you want my number?"

"What?"

Stella rolled her eyes. "You heard me."

"Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it again." He smirked.

#kendall succession #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x oc #succession

[suburbanwildernessdeity]

for any sci-fi/dystopia writers out there (or any other writer who has reason to include a fictional prescription/pharmaceutical drug in their story) who care vaguely about certain degrees of realism:

There are actually perfectly understandable legal reasons that pharmaceutical drugs have such weird names, both for generic and brand names. It’s not just random. This post for now is only about generic names but if people show any degree of interest I might make a followup with information about brand names.

First, generic names are made to be the same worldwide so people traveling to other countries can still ask doctors for prescriptions. Generic drugs also have to have a two-syllable prefix (which helps with identification) and a suffix that indicates how the drug functions. For instance, “-cycline” (ie doxycycline) indicates that something is an antibiotic, and “-etine” (ie fluoxetine) indicates that something is an SSRI. Here is a list of pharmaceutical suffixes and their meanings. The prefix of a drug’s generic name also can’t contain letters in the English alphabet that aren’t used in many other languages, like Y (except I think when it’s used for a more common vowel sound), H, J, K, or W.

The name of the drug also can’t be considered marketing. This is my biggest pet peeve in fiction when authors are trying to semi-realistically depict the pharmaceutical industry and if I’m being honest it’s the reason I bothered making this post at all. Companies can’t even name their drug something that’s an ANAGRAM of a marketing claim. They submit three potential drug names to the USAN, an association of pharmacists, doctors, and related regulatory professionals, and the USAN will run all possible anagrams of the name as part of their decision-making process. If they think a drug name sounds too much like marketing, they simply don’t allow it and send back a list they create of 3 names to choose from.

Companies cannot name a drug “Joy” (looking at you, resident evil netflix adaptation) or “Phalanx” from world war Z. It’s heavy-handed and shows a lack of research in what are sometimes otherwise well-researched media. Pharmaceutical companies can cause devastating damage with legally-named drugs. If you wanted to make a movie about a fictionalized version of the opioid epidemic, you would look stupid if you named the oxycodone analogue something like “painkill” or “insta-relief.” It can take away from the weight of the story in a subtle but notable way. It’s a small factor, but I know there are writers out there who really care about things like this and might not realize they have no idea why pharmaceuticals get named the way they do. If you’re trying to write something that depicts pharmaceutical drugs at all and you don’t want to beat your audience over the head with what you’re trying to say, don’t name your fictional drug something dumb.

#personal #writing advice #thinking about this with nanowrimo coming up #ok to reblog

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(PART 1) "Ursha"

Human reader on a space team with larger, scarier, and stronger alien teammates

Notes: SFW, platonic, fluff, reader has a neutral-polite-sweet personality. (The reader doesnt talk in this one but will later) THIS IS VERY INFO-DUMPY WITH LONG CHARACTER EXPLANATIONS. Not proof read, sorry for any mistakes. I'm posting this at 1 AM.

I didn't have a better word for it than "space team" but basically its just like a group of astronauts who do stuff like transport supplies. Space truckers lol. Also my FIRST like, fic basically.

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Some of your crewmates aren't exactly on friendship level with you, but they're all mature and professional at the very least- you do not want drama on an isolated spaceship in the middle of literally no where. (At least, for the most part)

But, the ones who do care about you (at least a little) are:

Ursha- introduction Not her real name, but a nickname she presented to you on your first day meeting her. Speaking multiple languages is a must for this line of work, but theres plenty of different translators to make it work as well. Apparently, its the closest sounding thing to her actual name- while also being a bit shorter. You haven't done much research on her species, but apparently although they are physically capable of more structured speech, their language consists of guttural sounds and whining. You haven't heard her speak it, but maybe one day she'll let you.

Ursha isn't exactly a teddy bear. She has a stony, matter-of-fact personality. She's about 7'6", with semi scaly red skin that dapples into a deeper shade on the tops of her strong arms (which she has 4 of) and down her forehead to the end of her nose. Her face is similar to a predator from the predator movies, but with a slightly different mouth. More like a mandrill, but wider and generally thicker. Your other crewmate, who's quite the bookworm, has noted that Ursha is actually on the smaller side of her species average. She has straight deep red hair, tied back. You have never seen her hair down.

END OF INTRODUCTION

The first day you and Ursha met, she was seemingly unfazed, but looking back as you know her now, you realized that the minimal eye expressions showed that she was quite taken aback. The shorter you are, the more shocked she is. If you're below 5'8" this woman will not be able to understand how you won't get crushed by the slightest hazard. A shipping crate wasnt strapped in properly and its bindings snap? Smushed. Mild turbulence and you fall off the loading dock platform? Splat. Space pirates hijack the ship? The end of you. She eventually realized you were less defenseless than you seemed, especially with your gear, but she still tends to underestimate your ability. You know it comes from a good place though, and sometimes it almost feels sisterly. If you try to take on a heavy load she will seemingly materialize behind you and effortlessly take part of it. If other crew mates comment or even tease her about it, she will respond that you are simply ambitious and shes being responsible by keeping you from being OVER ambitious. Her delivery is completely neutral, not passive aggressive, not compassionate.

If you get injured she also seems to have a habit of suddenly appearing. She seems quite stealthy and fast for someone of her height and bulk. One time you had quite a bad fall- Although it was just tripping over yourself in the hallway- you managed to do a weird spin in attempts to steady yourself only to twist your ankle when you finally fell as your foot caught on your other leg. Along with landing on your knee and then elbow. That was not a fun day. Upon witnessing the horror of your baby giraffe-like movements and the gruesome finale, several crew mates- Ursha included- rushed over to make sure their small human teammate didn't just die. Two of them split off to alert the medic, while Ursha and one other crew mate stayed beside you. After the initial shock, you were left just stewing in a puddle of embarrassment and bodily pain. You felt a large hand gently hovering against your back, seemingly trying to comfort you while being afraid of breaking you even further. Like someone holding an injured bird. It was Ursha. The other teammate talked to you and both of them gently rotated you into a sitting position. At this point the other crewmates and the medic were arriving.

You were carried to the med bay where your foot was wrapped. You were advised to stay down for a couple days if not longer. After you healed, Ursha would always ask how your foot was when you both started work that day. And then every day. For like a year.

#original fiction #alien x reader #platonic #platonic x reader #sfw alien fiction #alien x reader sfw #spaceship fiction #x reader #long character explanation #original character #original alien character #first fic

[pearlescent-soda]

🐾//Three Diablos Language Headcanons:

A series of headcanons I forgot to post on my 3,000th re-watch of the 13-minute animated short. I quickly realized that if those three little kittens began to speak, they would probably know more languages than Puss himself. All three are multilingual to some degree, but their ability to speak certain languages are different for various reasons. Sometimes it's a lack of practice... Sometimes it's a deliberate exclusion.

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Based loosely on the proficiency guidelines set up by the American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages.

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Literary References: -'The Vain Little Mouse' -'The Lion and the Thorn' -'The Lion and the Mouse'

TW: Mild Violence (Briefly Mentioned) and Past Abuse (Briefly Mentioned)

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⚔️Gonzalo:

Cat = Superior. He's semi-familiar with this language, his upbringing saw him link up with every street critter that wasn't a cat. Truthfully, he'd sooner go to ask a rat for directions than he would a cat. It was because he started roaming the streets more in his adolescence that he got a chance to actually practice using it... When he wasn't guarding Princess Alessandra that is, aka, neglecting his duties in favor of hanging out with other tomcats and strays for... God knows what.

English = Distinguished. The official languages of Bellagamba are Italian and English, so he had no choice but to learn it, Princess' orders. One small issue, though, Gonzalo doesn't like authority figures and he most certainly doesn't like being told what to do, he listens to the royal family and his siblings to a greater degree, but everyone else is liable to receive an eye roll, a hiss, and a handful of claws to the face in that order. Need proof? Look no further than his battered and bruised English tutor who just. Wouldn't. Give. Up. No matter how many rotten apples he gave her or snakes he put in her shoes. Eventually, after a two-month long period of self-reflection, he started to regret his harsh treatment of her and very reluctantly gave in to her benign demands during her vocal lessons and even began to enjoy them a little. Well, it seems like the tenacious teacher has earned some of the troubled youth's respect.

French = Intermediate Mid. He knew words essential to his survival like 'food', 'water', 'money', and 'kill'. Learning it was never really on his agenda while under 'The Whisperer', but he still kept several key phrases and lots of foul language.

Italian = Distinguished. Perfetto! No tutor required, not with Alessandra next to him, who, in his opinion, was a much better teacher than the high-strung fools she usually brought in to teach him. He can be heard speaking this language often with everyone he comes across in Bellagamba first before using any English.

Spanish = Nope. After his short time with Puss, he was more than willing to learn how to speak Spanish, an enthusiasm that dwindled significantly over the years. He associates Spanish with Puss and Puss with every negative trait he can conjure up... He hasn't visited them in years! He never came back to Bellagamba, only his crappy store-bought gift cards did. And what were they written in? Words that resembled Spanish. Hell, half the time the words were totally illegible, and the paper was smeared with ink, cheap cologne, and spoiled milk. At this point, Gonzalo is now fully convinced that Puss has to be absolutely plastered in order to remember them, so if a card from Puss makes its way to him first, it's going straight into the trash. Safe to say he's not interested in learning anymore.

🌸Perla:

Cat > Distinguished. Learned from an old alley queen before her peaceful demise in the comfort of her empty apple crate. But don't expect her to use it around humans EVER, she's trying to keep a professional appearance while not undercover, and humans have such 'undignified' reactions. 'Aaw' and 'ooh' are common responses to her rather benign meows, and as teenager, she finds it embarrassing to no end.

English > Distinguished. Unlike the uncouth Gonzalo and absent-minded Timoteo, she was more than willing to learn English and took to it as quick as a bear dashes to a full honey pot. She was singing, writing, and reading in English around them, and they followed suit in their language development, well... Gonzalo did at least, Timoteo is not quite there yet.

French > Superior. She translated a lot of the mad ramblings of 'The Whisperer' to Gonzalo and Timoteo, so much so that they soon got the gist of what he was saying before she had a chance to translate. She says that's she's moved on from her time as a henchman, but if one looks closely at her when someone speaks it, her fur is standing on end and her breathing briefly quickens.

Italian > Advanced Mid. Timoteo was tutoring her at night while Alessandra had her during the day, it was kind of embarrassing for the very much independent Perla, but she knew it would be crucial to know.

Spanish > Novice Mid. She doesn't have many people to practice with and wanting to sincerely learn was only a recent thought after a rather embarrassing introduction in Spain. All she did was stop a cat burglar from victimizing an innocent mouse and now said mouse has acquired quite an unhealthy obsession with her... and she only speaks Spanish. The mouse shows up every now and then to confess her love to the bewildered feline, something about a 'pretty voice' and a 'pretty face'. Perla would be lying if she said that one of her sole motivators for learning wasn't to decipher what the lovestruck rodent was rambling about.

🐞Sir Timoteo Montenegro III:

Cat x Distinguished. His earliest memories are of lazing his days away in a modest pet store, and now he knows nearly all domesticated animal languages there are to know. Animals sitting in display cases and kennels all day have nothing but time to talk and Timoteo had nothing to do but listen.

English x Novice? He's got simple words and phrases memorized but it's unclear if he's actually understanding what's being said or if he's just copying his brother and sister. And while this supposed mimicry isn't exactly exclusive to English, it raises more flags because he has so much trouble speaking it.

French x Intermediate Low. He's got enough basic knowledge about this language; he wasn't really paying too much attention to his 'tutor'. He did, however, take notice when a spiked flail was coming his way courtesy of 'The Whisperer' himself. He's memorized the names of French desserts like Mille-feuille, eclairs, palmiers, and whatever else Perla read to him from the hideout's lackluster library.

Italian x Distinguished. Hmph, and Alessandra says she doesn't have any favorites, she keeps this little guy close to her at all times. Maybe it's a strategical move, he is the most unassuming Diablo, but still fierce if the situation calls for it... or maybe it's because she's afraid he'll eat the contents of his own wallet and chew on the brim of his hat newly repaired hat.

Spanish x Superior. A Spanish lion of royal descent and an Italian soldier with feline features becoming friends was unexpected, but Timoteo taking that thorn out of his paw was the probably the best idea he's ever had. It took two entire kingdom's several weeks to try and heal their prince's ailment while it only took a little cat twenty seconds. Bellagamba got itself a new allied power while Timoteo got a big, no, monumental older brother and an unwitting Spanish teacher.

#Bellagamba not Belagomba #whoops #puss in boots #puss in boots headcanons #shrek #the last wish #puss in boots the last wish #Gonzalo #Perla #headcanon #my thoughts #three diablos #Alessandra Bellagamba #cat #puss in boots 2 #The Whisperer #Alessandra Belagomba #fairy tales #dream works #dreamworks #sir timoteo montenegro iii

[zebulontheplanet]

Hello. You mentioned that burnout and late regression can look quite similar sometimes, and I guess I am sort of wondering what the difference is between them?

I am curious because I am a young adult and in the past couple of years I have lost some skills (like emotional regulation, masking/socializing, handling changes in routine, and executive functioning) and I don't know if it is burnout or regression or even what the difference is.

Thank you! (I am sorry if I am bothering you, please don't feel pressured to respond if you don't want to.)

Hey anon! So this is seriously just from my own personal research. There is currently one study out to my knowledge about it and a few articles. So do your own research as well! Please don’t use this post to self diagnose and contact a professional if you feel you are experiencing late regression with catatonia.

So late regression itself is said to come hand in hand with catatonia. It’s late regression with catatonia, if you google it then there’s a few articles about it and a study about it.

The main difference between late regression and skill regression caused by burnout is that burnout gets better with accommodations, unmasking, and time. While late regression seems to only get better with therapies, practice with skills that were lost, time, medication, and ECT in extreme cases. The also big difference is that burnout is usually caused by masking too much so you get “burnt out”. While late regression doesnt require masking to happen. And most people from what I’ve seen, were not masking to begin with and get it.

Late regression is more typically more severe then burnout as well, this is typically because of the catatonia symptoms. Burnout is pretty sudden. Late regression happens over time and just continues to get worse. Late regression you also typically begin to degenerate in ADLs and being able to take care of yourself, so typically your support needs change all together.

Burnout can cause you to lose the ability to do ADLs, but usually not to the extent of Late regression.

Not to mention speech. Typically with late regression, people lose their speech, either all together or experience “semi mutism” or semiverbalism/minimally verbal as some people know it.

There are also some things I’m not going into detail about, like loss in independence, increased slowness, needing prompting for basically everything, etc etc that comes along with late regression.

The two are very different. I hope this helps and i hope you understand this! If you have anymore questions then feel free to ask. Have a lovely day anon.

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