#classmate of elody

[elene78-blog]

TGR SPOILERS

Can we stop for a moment to think about the Jean at the beginning of TSC with the Jean at the end of TGR?

CAN WE?

Jean now has his own motorcycle, he helps with the household finances and knows how to drive it, he knows how to cook and he likes it, he knows how to do all the household chores on his own, he has decided to go to therapy to overcome his fear of water, he has started talking to Bee, he has handled himself with the FBI without losing his nerve, he relates to his classmates and establishes friendships with them, HE HAS STUDENTS who kiss the ground they walk on, he has been honest with his coach, he has FINALLY let go of what was hurting him the most, he knows when to use fists and when to be kind, HE WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE JEREMY, CAT AND LAILA (even if he has to sacrifice his former companions to do so), HE KNOWS WHAT HIS FAVORITE COLOR IS. He no longer thinks only about the exy, and... although this remains to be seen, since his conversation with Rhemann he has stopped hurting himself. He talked about Elodie...

And that "I deserve to improve"

You're getting it. You're taking flight, Jean.

There is no need to compare it with TSC, just comparing the beginning of this book with the end says it all.

THE EVOLUTION IS ABYSMAL.

I'm going to cry again.

[disillusionedhope]

mira/elodie/shichiro profiles!!

mira

@astoryofsuchwoe and @apriciticreveries :3 this is my mizuki oc

info

they/she!!! transfem queen

has a secret can. can you guess what it is? hey do you hear the bells?

actually. they have two!

switches her accessories out day by day, if you want to draw her with different ones you can :3

her headband is her collar

often seen with others!!!! when they’re alone they tend to be more quiet

mira doesn’t look in mirrors

mira’s gender is also pretty vague to their classmates so. i don’t think anyone knows they’re trans

a really REALLY good liar, they also don’t tend to talk about where they came from

their guardian’s name is yama, they make clothing for pet humans

solo profile

they’re based on mizuki from pjsk of course!!!! that was really my only inspiration making them at the time to be honest

elodie

she/they bisexual!!!

she really enjoys cooking and baking for the other students

they are kind of a perfectionist though

very extroverted and would probably make friends with someone in under a day

won’t participate in season 41.

she has ocd which kind of causes the perfectionist behavior but it also makes her do a lot of other unsavory things she wishes she could avoid

their guardian’s name isn’t really known, but their initials are TSC

she talks about her friends outside of anakt and misses them a lot

forces a more child-like voice and demeanor while she performs due to her guardian’s wishes

hey guys do? do you smell that? is that the oven burning?

solo profile

her only inspirations are vincent charbonneau and lacey (lacey’s diner) and um. yeah you’ll find out

shichiro

(i’m in fear)

hi @zerostyrant and @tsukacchako … hi…

he/him and bisexual good for him right

he’s one of akari’s only friends at the garden because they knew each other as kids

he’s a little more quiet than others and sometimes a bit blunt

his original purpose was NOT to attend anakt, he doesn’t know why he’s here at all because he was trained to be an assassin? or a human weapon?

his voice on stage changes a whole lot like he gets so aggressive and stuff. do not let a soft person go up on stage with this man. thaaaat’s why he’s collared

kind of like a dog. in a way

his owner’s name is uda and they actually have lots of earth animals to “calm” their pet humans but it’s kind of bs since the animals tend to die

shichiro took care of a lot of them

he’s so awkward help

I FORGOT. he's not participating either

solo profile

his inspiration was. haha. yoo joonghyuk. haha. laugh please

other tags

@rockwgooglyeyes @bluemoonscape @4listr @pwippy @nottoonedin @paradisedisconcert @starry-skiez

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 11

Part 10

The smell of a pup was usually a fresh, neutral scent on their own until they officially presented and it ripened with the unique scent of adolescence. It was why scenting one’s child was important. A way to mark them as your own for the whole world to know. And it was typical of parents to do this before seeing their child off somewhere, particularly school.

Shawn never really noticed before now how sometimes his classmates would smell just a little different, depending on who scented them. He wasn’t the only one with one parent but Daniel got to see his mom on weekends, and Elodie still talked to her dad. Shawn was the only one with a single parent with no contact with his other. And he wasn’t complaining. But now that he noticed, he wondered if other people noticed his single note of a scent.

No one had ever made him feel bad about it but maybe they were just being nice about his situation…

Eddie greeted his students in the morning, usually with a high five or a fist bump. “Warm up’s on your desks, make sure you have a sharpened pencil.”

Elodie got to her desk before unpacking and looked at the worksheet. “Do we get to color?”

“What do the directions say?”, Eddie asked, encouraging her to read.

“‘Color…your fa…vorite food’. Yay!”

Eddie told her good job before seeing to the other students and making sure unpacking by the cubbies went without any drama. It all seemed to be going well, so he turned his back. Of course, that was when he heard shoving and the beginnings of a wailing cry.

Shawn was at his desk while Mr. Munson tried to soothe Yasmin. She bumped her head against his leg like she was much younger than six, a move that would normally get an adult to scent her and assure her she wasn’t in trouble. Mr. Munson just gave her a pat on the head and reminded her that the cubbies had names and she couldn’t just put her things wherever she wanted, but also Daniel shouldn’t toss other’s belongings onto the floor.

Mr. Munson was really nice like that, giving head pats, and high fives, but he never scented any of the students. That would be weird. But would he scent Shawn? Where did they stand, now that he was dating his dad?

After school, Steve came and he rubbed Shawn’s cheeks. “You’re like my cute mochi thing. What do they call it? The white thing?”

“Cinnamoroll?”, Eddie and Shawn said in unison.

“No, the other thing. The rabbit.”

“That’s Cinnamoroll, Dad. Now please release my cheeks”, Shawn said.

That just made Steve squish them together more. “No, there’s something else. And I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a dog anyway.” He let Shawn’s face go and looked up at Eddie. “We still on for tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world”, Eddie promised.

Shawn waited until they were in the car before asking. “What’s tonight?”

Steve smiled. “He’s coming over for dinner.”

“What’re we having?”, Shawn asked, trying to look nonchalant as he played with his seatbelt.

“I was thinking cockroach legs and frog’s eyes”, Steve said, snickering at the look of disgust that he caught in the mirror. “Well what would you serve then?”

“Make your own tacos. I saw you taking out ground beef earlier.”

“You know what, that could work”, Steve agreed. Nevermind that Shawn also would’ve seen the different vegetables on the counter, as well as various sauces which could only be used for tacos. Christopher Nolan, eat your heart out.

Eddie would be spending the evening with them as it was decided that he should do so without it being a date. He and Steve knew they worked well together, now it was time to add Shawn to the mix. He would only be his teacher for a few more months after all. And then in a few years, he would probably be Steve’s. So keeping them apart for that reason was about to be null and void.

Steve had Shawn finish his homework at the table while he started cooking. Eddie arrived about half an hour later, knocking at the door. Steve sent Shawn to get it only because he was washing his hands from touching raw meat and he recognized the roar of Eddie’s van by now. 

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the house”, Eddie smiled when Shawn opened the door.

“Are you here to sell cookies?”, Shawn teased.

“Hmm, no cookies, only pie”, he said, bringing one from behind his back.

Shawn shrugged. “That’ll work.”

He let Eddie in and they joined his dad in the kitchen. Eddie greeted Steve with a kiss, who smiled when he saw the dessert Eddie brought. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t. Safeway did.”

Dinner was a fun affair. Probably the only low point for Shawn was when the two of them randomly broke out into a song that he didn’t know and even danced along to it. Did they not see how embarrassing they were? The tacos were good though. Shawn liked to put a ton of cheese on his. 

“Hey, you got something there”, Eddie said in the middle of eating.

“Where?”, Steve asked, trying to look at his own face.

Eddie put a swipe of sour cream on his nose. “There.”

Shawn laughed enough to shake his own taco (#3) and make half the ingredients spill out onto his plate. After eating, Shawn helped by bringing the dirty dishes to the sink and helping Steve wrap up the leftovers while Eddie got to washing. Shawn got to take his slice of pie to the living room so long as he ate at the coffee table, leaving the two adults alone.

They were shoulder to shoulder as they washed and dried. At one point, Steve put his head on Eddie’s shoulder and they paused for a moment, soaking it all in. It was only one night but this one night boded well for their future. Once the dishes were done, they joined Shawn, who had taken up the middle of the couch. Without a word, they sat on either side of him. Shawn had it on a kids’ sitcom, but honestly it didn’t matter what they were watching. 

Steve and Eddie’s arms were across the back of the couch so that they could touch, leaving Eddie’s side open for Shawn to lean into. Shawn let out a yawn, full and tired. Then he bumped his forehead against Eddie’s chest. His eyes bugged out, looking at Steve for a sign, approval, something. He didn’t want to spook Shawn by using his voice though. Steve’s eyes were glistening a little as he nodded. 

Slowly, Eddie brought his arm down and rubbed his wrist against Shawn’s hair and cheeks. Steve could just barely hear the coo of contentment. When they were sure he was asleep, Eddie gathered Shawn in his arms and carried him to his room, Steve leading the way. 

“Wait for me in my room”, Steve whispered so that he could give Shawn a bit of privacy while dressing him down in his pjs.

Eddie waited faithfully, sitting on the edge of the bed when Steve finally came in. They spent the night sharing slow kisses, building each other up while using just their hands to finish the job. It was still a school night, after all.

From then on, Eddie took some time to scent Shawn while he was fully awake, sometimes even at school. The other students didn’t think much of it but the week after just happened to be the school-wide spelling bee. A few parents were in attendance. Steve couldn’t make it, as it was the middle of the day, but Eddie promised him pictures.

Shawn took first place, almost stumbling on the word ‘lightning’ but pushing through. The awards were given and parents congratulated their kids, getting pictures as well. Eddie kept himself available, only about half of his students’ parents showed up. Shawn showed his trophy to a friend who was standing by their dad.

He knelt down by Shawn. “You want me to get some pics for your dad, kiddo?”

“Mr. Munson’s gonna text my dad, right?”, Shawn beamed.

“That I will”, Eddie promised.

It was such a benign interaction that Eddie didn’t think a thing of it. But in that moment, the other parent caught a whiff of Shawn, who smelled too similar to Mr. Munson. And texting a parent? On its own, not strange but he’d been careful not to give out his personal number to anyone. He communicated mostly through emails. Sometimes a flyer in the kids’ folders. It was all just adding up to something fishy in his opinion…

He voiced as much to his wife when he got home and she just didn’t see it.

“Are you trying to say Shawn’s dad slept with the teacher so he could win the spelling bee?”

“I mean I’m not saying that exactly, but it seems kind of rigged, doesn’t it?”

She called their daughter down from her room. “Is your friend Shawn a good speller?”

“Yeah, he can even spell some second grade words. They ran out of first grade words to give him.”

“Well, your daddy didn’t mention that.”

“I just think we shouldn’t rule it out.” A lot of the parents knew each other, at least in passing. So it was no secret that Steve was single. Of course, most would never suspect he was dating his son’s teacher but considering the scent he was carrying…

As this was brewing on Eddie's side, from Steve's past a familiar face approached closer and closer.

Part 12

Fun fact: that actually happened at my school's spelling bee. Two of my first graders spelled so well, they had to move on to second grade words. Don't praise me though, they came to me that smort.

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[the-unlucky-foster]

HPMA childhood headcanons, wooo! (aka, what I think they were like as kids)

(cw for aba therapy/child abuse, heartbreaking content)

Elliott - In their days as Elodie, so from ages 0-10, they were a pretty quiet kid. They often kept to themselves and never really interacted with their peers, just mostly Alison. However, they became more prone to bouts of intense feelings as they hit puberty (about nine) and Alison's eventual death, and thinking more about what happened in the ABA clinic when they were 2-3.

Ivy - Ivy was a cheerful little girl. She was constantly full of smiles, very friendly, and overall an absolute dog of a girl. She barely has any memories from the ABA clinic because of her Nana *cough cough* so was never really affected by it.

Winnie - She was a very quiet kid, and prone to meltdowns. She didn’t like being around strangers or separated from those attached to her and was pretty fussy when she was a toddler. She also was a late trainer… (/uncomf) thanks to a teacher at the ABA clinic hitting her with a yardstick. F*CK YOU KAREN!!!

Daniel - To put it, Daniel was described as friendly, but not as friendly as Ivy. He constantly looked up to his siblings and was a mamma's boy. However, starting when he was six, (as in, after that fateful day) he was a crier, to put it mildly. He developed separation anxiety, not wanting to be apart from Esme for a long time, and his classmates and teachers found more excuses to bully him until he got expelled for lashing out.

Lottie - Sort-of a mix of Elliott's, Daniel's and Winnie's. She was quiet, kept to herself, was a daddy's girl, and a crier. Once she gets ahold of a crayon, she will scribble with it until one of her parents pick her up to do something (e.g, change her, clean her, etc.)

Robyn - She was a wild baby, to put it mildly. Even though she was born clubfooted, (which was shortly fixed) nothing could stop this ball of energy except for her mamma. Aside from that, she was also very affectionate. Heck, the first time she met Kevin, she kissed him! (they were too young to remember tho)

Kevin - He was very timid, very cautious, and a total mamma's boy. He'd get upset when his parents were away for longer than he expected, and did NOT like loud noises. He’d enjoyed reading tho ^^

Cassandra - Words can't even describe how much of an absolute nightmare she was. She threw tantrums, bullied classmates, but she was rich to make up for it /hj. She was a bit like Lilli when she was younger.

Frey Twins - Absolute nightmares. No comment.

hoo boy time to tag

[djinarocks]

For The Summer/OC Thing.

Nori, Iris; 01, 07

Elodie and Her Friends; 03, 16

Tiramisu; 04, 24

Nori and Iris

01

Nori -- Ice Cream Cake

Iris -- Mint Chocolate Ice Cream

07

They both enjoy going to the beach with their aunt Bridget and cousin Tallulah. When Larry and Iris start dating, they love to go swimming and playing volleyball. As for Charlton and Nori, they love to build sandcastles and playfully splashing each other with water.

Elodie and Her Friends

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Elodie's favorite summer memories are her first time on the beach with her adopted mother Florence, it was also the first time where she learned how to swim. There's also when Elodie and her friends went for the beach for their weekend, after a stressful month. That weekend they had an amazing time, having sleepovers at night and spending time at the beach at day.

Like Elodie, the other girls also loved their beach weekend.

Jeanne's favourite summer memory is when she learned how to dive at 6 years old. At first Jeanne thinking she will drown, but in the end, she manages to let go of her fear and nicely dive for the first time.

Ines's favourite summer memory's roasting marshmallows on fire after hot summer day with her parents. This happened ehen Ines was 12 years old, when her family rented a house on a lake for their vacation

Madelline's favourite summer memory's how she learned to hold her breath underwater for 5 minutes at the age of 13. In the Spring Break, when Madelline's school went to Biarritz, her classmates challenged to hold her breath underwater for 5 minutes, seeing how she didn't like being splashed with water. Not wanting to end up cowardly, Madelline decides to try out to hold her breath underwater for 5 minutes. To her, it didn't turn out to be that terrifying she imagined to be.

Heloise's favourite summer memory's when she was 8 years old, she went with her parents to the aquarium. Seeing these colorful and splendid creatures, Heloise was curious about them, waving to them whenever sea creatures approached her.

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Elodie

Jeanne

Ines

Madelline

Heloise

04

Tiramisu and her siblings prepare their own stand on the summer festivals with homemade brownies and fresh drinks.

24

There's one time where Tiramisu accidentally put sunscreen that wasn't right for her skin, so she ended being sunbrunt.

[fayflutter]

I can’t help but imagine Henri going off on the journalists as Crimson Dame (before getting her name) when he finds out they just call her Ladybug, lol…

Meanwhile, Elodie is wondering if Henri’s classmates are secretly a circus troupe considering how intense they all are. XD

I CAN imagine that lol XD

A thought I had was that Henri and Elodie's superhero forms change based on their personalities even though they're in the others' body. So Shadowverse has to deal with a rougher looking more outspoken Ladybug/Crimson Dame who isn't afraid to tell off the journalists while NextSpotsverse has a more brighter yet easily panicked Lord Spots who is scared of the cameras and can't utter two words before fleeing the scene.

[a-power-outlet]

NSFW Alphabet: Elodie Brooks

heads up, this includes quite a few different kinks and general NSFW content! also, elodie is separate from me, so this isn't like. ohhhh outlet this is all you. no. wrong. smh. anyways, this is still general and uses gender neutral pronouns + 'partner' instead of a specific character.

also, here's some cute pin-ups i did of her a while back that i thought were appropriate eye-catching images hehehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Elodie is, oftentimes, incredibly tired afterwards. She tries her best to help her partner clean up, but her chronic joint pain severely limits how much she can do. Get her into a nice warm shower or bath, and she’ll fall in love. Help clean the stickiness from between her legs and she’ll cry with gratitude. She’ll make sure her partner drinks water and takes care of themselves too, helping as much as she can. If she’s the one leading a particular scene, she’ll endure the pain to make sure they’re in the headspace they need to be in, and they’re comfortable physically.

She really likes showering afterwards, especially. Washing her partner’s hair, and then having them wash her hair, is such an intimate experience and oftentimes makes her more flustered than the sex.

She also LOVES after-sex cuddles. Skin-to-skin contact is a very regulating sensation for her, which is useful after all the stimulating experiences of sex. She doesn’t like when either one of them is sticky from sweat, though, so it’ll have to wait until after they’ve either had a shower or toweled off with a washcloth. Stickiness is important to avoid!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Elodie is a hand girlie. She LOVES hands. She doesn’t care if they’re long or short, chubby or skinny. Any hands will do. She does have a preference, though, and it’s when their hands are calloused and clearly have seen work, but are still well maintained. A strong hand will make her fold, so a partner has to use them wisely. Grab her face/throat/thighs, shove the fingers into her mouth, or even trace her body with the pad of a finger. It all works.

Elodie knows her thighs and ass are her best quality. She’s been teased about it before, since she’s always had a bulky lower-half thanks to her Slavic ancestry. Or, that’s at least what her family told her whenever she’d cry because a classmate bullied her over it. Regardless, she’s come to enjoy them a lot, and knows other people appreciate them too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She kinda hates cum. Like, she doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t really enjoy it anywhere on her skin. Maybe it’s too sticky? Or maybe it makes her feel dirty? Either way, she doesn’t want it anywhere but inside her, or in a rag somewhere. Her stomach is sometimes ok, depending on the situation. Her mouth is always off limits, and her limit is probably her boobs. She’ll trust a long-term partner to adequately clean her off if they do cum anywhere but inside.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Will never admit to it, but really wants to try outdoor sex. She’s always wondered what it would feel like to have the warmth of the sun on her skin, and would wonder how it felt on her most intimate areas as well. The catch is that she hates the idea of people seeing her naked, so it’d have to be in the privacy of a backyard, or, if in the wasteland, somewhere they confirmed no one else is. The atrium is never an option because EVERYONE can walk in there.

She’s also very shy about wanting to explore threesomes/multiple partners. She wouldn’t be averse to another dweller (or maybe even someone on the surface?) joining her sessions with Norm… but she won’t admit that without a lot of coaxing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s only really got the compulsory sex-ed on her side. People don’t really come to her for casual sex very often, and she always rejects them anyways. She’d need them to commit to being her partner, which a lot of people don’t want to do. With a third, this isn’t as necessary, but even still, she’d need a partner to begin with. Other dwellers also tend to be a little judgy if people are inexperienced with sex, since nearly everyone fools around with someone they don’t marry. So, Elodie doesn’t really get the choice before dating Norm. He’s a breath of fresh air in the relative staleness of vault relationships for many reasons, this being one of them.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She doesn’t necessarily have a favorite. She likes missionary, against the wall, on a table… she’ll take anything. She’s not a fan of doggy style, though, because it hurts her joints and feels kinda dehumanizing. If she had to choose a favorite, she’d pick missionary, with a modification of her hips being propped up with a pillow.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Elodie is an AWKWARD person, so she needs to have humor. To be honest, she can’t really survive without it in normal conversation, so sexual intimacy means a desperate need to break the tension. She doesn’t mind a serious partner, as long as they don’t judge her for being silly and nervous. She appreciates, though, if they break that serious exterior to be goofy with her during intimacy.

However, there still are times where she can be serious. Comfort sex is a big one, since it’s hard for her to make jokes in times where comfort is needed. Whenever she’s ‘making love’, it’s a lot more serious too, since she’s trying to show her affection by any means necessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considerably well groomed! She likes to keep herself shaved, because long pubic hair can be distracting and kind of annoying to her. She’ll mainly shave off the bikini area, out of personal preference, then let it grow until it gets annoying. Rinse, and repeat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very very romantic. Super sappy too. Professing her love, treating them with the utmost respect, all of it. Since she only really is intimate with long-term partners, or people she seriously trusts to not be weird about it, she uses sex to bond deeper with the person she’s with. She finds it to be a very intimate act overall, since not many people will see these parts of her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Finds it very hard to masturbate in the vaults. She mainly humps pillows, since the poor girl doesn’t have vibrators. In the prewar AU, girl would be going to TOWN with it. At least 4-5 times a week, but does have weeks where she’s not in the mood. Despite her awkwardness with sex involving another person, she knows what she likes. It’s very commonly used as a stress reliever or a way to relax before going to bed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh boy. Buckle up.

Firstly, sensory deprivation. Mainly blindfolds, but never headphones. She also counts binding her hands as a part of this, so that she can’t feel where the other person is or what they’re doing. She enjoys not knowing what touch is going to com next, since it catches her off guard.

Choking, but mild. She enjoys the feeling of a hand on her neck more than anything else, as well as the feeling of being under someone else’s control. This plays well with her overall submissive nature, since she really enjoys being told what to do and even put into different positions by her partner. She wants to do whatever makes them happy, since she’s not too specific on anything. She’d even masturbate in front of them at their instruction.

A big one, and one she doesn’t readily admit, is a pregnancy/breeding kink. She knows it’s possibly conditioned into her, since the vault emphasizes getting pregnant and having babies. But she’s kind of always fantasized about it happening, and the way her body will change. She’s ashamed of this, to be honest, because ‘being a mother’ is something that’s taught to her as pure and innocent. And here she is, fantasizing about getting knocked up. It’s something she must definitely trust someone with, and it’d happen sooner if she’s with a partner who can actually impregnate her. If she is with a same sex partner, it’d probably take her a bit longer to bring it up. Either way, a family is non-negotiable to her in the long run, so the potential of it actually happening with said partner makes her even more flustered.

Would really enjoy thighjobs for some reason, even if she gets no pleasure from it.

The former really plays a role in her love of watching (and feeling) the way her partner thrusts into her. Mirrors are something she’d enjoy.

Doesn’t get much exposure to this one, but she adores people in uniforms. The Vault-Tec jumpsuit gets boring most of the time.

She kinda, sorta, a lil bit, enjoys the risk of someone finding them. By no means does she want someone to walk through the door and actually see her getting fucked, but the idea of people hearing her or catching a glimpse of something does turn her on.

Really likes biting people. It’s necessary, ok? Also edging and orgasm denial. Big for her, and plays well with her desire to be at the whims of someone else.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

No real preference. A bed, maybe? It helps with her joints. But she also likes being pinned to the wall, or laid out across a table. As long as it’s comfortable and doesn’t hurt too much.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When people are kinda mean or assholey, or when they stand up to someone who’s being an ass. Confidence is key when woo-ing Elodie. She also enjoys when people are smart and show off their knowledge. Another big thing is when someone puts their hand on her back, or her arms. It’s like an instant rush to her head and she can’t help but get turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CNC, fluid play (including scat, which I don’t think counts as a fluid but I’m including it anyways. People watching her that aren’t involved in the scene. For example, she’d be okay with a third individual (or even Norm) sitting on the side and watching her be fucked. However, it’s a big no to have a window open, or even fuck in a fully public space. People cannot actually walk in, it’s a psychological thing only.

She also does not like being hurt. Impact play is a big no, with a ‘sole exception’ of soft pats to get her to move a body part.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s not very good at giving oral, to be honest. She has a bad TMJ, and so sucking dick is pretty hard to keep doing. She doesn’t mind handjobs, and often mixes the two together. She LOVES receiving oral though, and often feels bad about “not reciprocating” with her partner. The good ones don’t mind, and keep pampering her anyways.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends! Is usually sensual, but can be fast about it. She’s not good at being aware of how fast or slow is best for the given situation, so she tries to pick a good average speed that her partner seems to enjoy. Sometimes, she’s given the liberty of being on top, and likes to do slow, teasing grinds that make them see stars. Hearing them ask for her to go faster… she can’t lie, it’s nice.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t hate them, but prefers not to. Having to go back to work after getting fucked is less than ideal for her, as she’d rather cuddle up next to someone and fall asleep with them. She also gets paranoid that people can ‘smell it on her’, or otherwise tell that she’s just had sex. So, quickies are definitely not her thing. She can get behind them sometimes, if it’s right at the end of work and she’ll be able to have more later. This is especially true in the prewar AU, since she gets frustrated during work and needs a quick fuck to keep her sane.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She doesn’t like experimenting too, too much, since she knows what she likes and enjoys the fact that she will. She’s worried that trying a new thing will be upsetting, or that a partner would break up with her if they disagree on kinks. She slowly gets over this fear, though, as she gets more and more comfortable with someone. In terms of risk of pregnancy, she doesn’t really care once they're established as a couple and their situation is safe enough for it to occur. She’d rather not take any risks with it until they know they can support a kid.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Maybe 3-4 orgasms a session? Usually sticks to less because it can get overwhelming if she has too many too fast. It also takes a lot of time and effort for her to cum, so sessions can get long. If her joint act up, it means she usually has one or two orgasms/rounds in her before she taps out. She tries to last longer in these situations, but her body’s just not up for it. Usually she suffers the next day too, so it’s best to not push things too far or go too hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Likely no toys in the normal AU. She sticks to grinding on objects mainly.

In the prewar AU, she has a trusty vibrator she’ll let a partner (Norm) use if they're feeling up for it. It adds a considerable amount of spice to the sessions that she really enjoys, especially if it leads to overstimulation, edging, or both.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She LOVES to be a tease. Flirting in public, letting her hands wander to places she knows turns them on, saying things in a whisper in their ear that’ll get them going… she'll do all of it. She loves being coy too, acting like she’s not trying to rile them up but she’s totally doing it on purpose. It oftentimes leads to her getting exactly what she wants, which is to be pinned against a wall and fucked until she can't speak any more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not really that loud. Mainly lets out breathy moans and whines, but never too, too loud. If something catches her off guard, such as stimulation she wasn't expecting, she’ll suddenly get louder. Then, she’ll get all embarrassed and flustered, which is a great opportunity to tease her. It’s somewhat easy to make her loud because of this little glitch in her system. Often she also enjoys whining her partner’s name, since she knows it turns them on. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She often reads the romance novels they keep in the vault library and imagines her own smut to go with it. She’s fantasized about more book characters than she’d like to admit.

A bonus: she LOVES casual sex with a partner. Pretending like nothing is happening while they watch TV or smth. Or, being told to explain her research and see how long she can stay focused.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

B or C cup. Not sure what to describe, she’s got a vulva. She’s pretty thick, and has a few stretch marks across her ass and thighs.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high, all things considered. She often surprises herself with how active she gets when a partner is involved. Whenever they’re down for sex, she'll be down too. She likes to initiate once the boundaries have been established, but can back off if they're not in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Super sleepy almost immediately. Likes to curl up and get all baby mode (not talking, clingy) once everything's been cleaned and taken care of. She often falls asleep in the middle of a sentence and it's adorable.

[thatesqcrush]

In Another Time: Finals Fun

AN: To the tune of Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) OMG I’m back again! I missed Prof. Kneef. Enjoy! 

Bryan Kneef x f! reader. CW: NSFW language, finger fucking. WC: 2377.  

The end of semester was a few days away. 

You and your friends decided to have a last hurrah at the local pub. And apparently the entire school also had the same idea. The pub was running a special, $5 pitchers, $2.50 “beer of the day,” and half off apps. To say it was packed was an understatement. Fortunately you and your friends arrived early enough to snag the last booth. You held the booth while your friends, Elody, Diego and Teresa ordered food and pitchers.

You scrolled through your phone, waiting for your friends. You debated texting Bryan but you knew with finals, he had been busier than ever. Your friends made their way through the crowd, walking carefully with overflowing pitchers in hand along with some appetizers. You reached up to help take things off their full hands. 

Music was pumping, the baseball game was on. It felt nice to relax and unwind after all the hard work you had been putting in - the endless hours, the grueling exams, the way law school prepared you for the Bar, not actual law practice. You plucked a loaded nacho chip from the red plastic basket in front of you before refilling your glass. The four of you chit-chatted as you people watched. 

Teresa let out a low whistle. “Professor Hottie is here.”

“Huh?” You questioned, turning your head. When you saw who it was, you nearly choked on your beer. “Oh, Professor Kneef.” 

Bryan was at the bar, his attention on the bartender. You felt yourself grow warm as you drank him in. He was dressed casually, dark jeans and a button down, the sleeves rolled up, top button undone. 

“That’s all you have to say?” Teresa teased. “Oh?”

“What do you want me to say?” You questioned as you plucked another chip. “He’s here. And?”

“You worked with him right? At his firm?” Diego  asked. “I heard he was a real ball buster. In and out of the office.”

You nodded and took another sip of your beer, hoping against hope that the subject would soon change. 

 “What was he like?” Teresa questioned wistfully. “I wouldn’t be able to get anything done at all. I’d be on my knees, serving him in more ways than one.”

“Right? I would let him teach me a thing or two after hours,” Elody laughed in agreement.

You bristled at the idea. “I guess I can kind of see the attraction. Asshole fired me—“

“Kind of? He is gorgeous! We should invite him to sit with us.” 

“What?” You nearly screeched. All eyes at the table turned to you and you felt yourself flush again, but this time out of embarrassment. “It’s weird,” you clarified. “He’s a teacher, we’re students…”

Being in a secret relationship was tough.

None of your friends knew of the explicit relationship you were engaged in with Bryan - or as they knew him, Professor Kneef.

“And he’s an adult. We are adults. I wanted to order mozzarella sticks anyway,” Elody replied, ignoring your comment. “I’ll ask- worse, he says no.”

You watched as Elody made her way through the crowd and to the bar. She tapped Bryan on the shoulder and you saw her ask him. She pointed back to the table and when Bryan’s eyes met yours, you turned your face, focusing on your drink once more.

You knew you couldn’t come clean and admit to people that you and him were in a relationship. At least not yet. No, that was not the part that you struggled with.

You wanted no more than to stay in bed all day with Bryan - just fucking and cuddling, rest and repeat. School got in the way of that.

In class, you’d catch Bryan staring at you from his desk during exams. You would purposefully try nibbling the end of the pen, in an attempt to act seductive. If it worked, he didn’t let on. If you ran into Bryan on campus with classmates, he would deliberately brush against you, causing you to jump in response. Other times in class or during office hours, you would purposefully wear something a bit more revealing and bend forward ever so slightly, squeezing your cleavage together as you sat down, giving Bryan an even better view. And when he rolled up his sleeves in class or came in just slightly more causal than usual, you knew he had done for it you.

Moments later, you heard Elody’s cheerful voice through the loud music. “Look who wants to join us!”

You looked up at Bryan and he gave a friendly smile to all. When he turned to you, his demeanor was downright smug. “Hope you don’t mind.” He was eating the whole situation up.

“Not at all, Professor Kneef,” someone replied. You turned back to stare at your beer, wanting nothing more than the ground to open and swallow you whole. 

Bryan slid into the booth, sitting next to you. There you were - smack in the middle between Bryan and the wall. You couldn’t go anywhere. The scent of his cologne did things to you and you squirmed in your seat. Bryan squeezed your knee.

“What’s your poison, professor?” Diego questioned. 

“Scotch, neat,” Bryan replied. He raised his glass. “To the end of the semester.”

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses.

Your breath hitched as you felt Bryan’s hand brush against your thigh. As if that wasn’t enough, you decided to take a sip of your beer at the exact moment his hand made its way to your crotch, cupping through the denim of your pants. 

You coughed, spewing some beer. You apologized to the table as you grabbed a handful of napkins.  As you cleaned up, you glanced in his direction. If Bryan noticed, he didn’t let on. Rather he was engaged in a conversation with Diego. You found yourself inwardly panicking but also incredibly turned on by Bryan’s secret touches. 

“I need to use the restroom,” you announced loudly to no one in particular. “Excuse me. 

“Actually, I have to get going myself,” Bryan replied. “I am meeting a colleague here and she should be here soon.”

Your head whipped at him at the comment. “Oh?”

“You remember Nancy Crozier.” 

You squinted your eyes and racked your brain. Nancy was blonde, blue eyed, too thin, too pretty and very charming. 

“Yeah, I do,” you replied quickly, grabbing your purse. “Excuse me, I do really need to go.”

Apparently Bryan wasn’t as busy as he told you. At least, not for Nancy.

You turned into the crowd, pushing your way through. You were upset that you were upset - jealous, really. Nancy was a formidable attorney who went toe to toe with STR frequently. She used her looks and feigned naivety to gain sympathy from the judge and have them rule in her favor. 

And deep down, if you had to admit it, you always compared yourself to the bevy of women Bryan had on rotation back when you both worked together. And it wasn’t as if your friends were the only ones who noticed Bryan’s handsomeness. You heard the whispers from others on campus as well. And there was always a line for office hours. Many times you felt as if you were living out that scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark where all the female students fawned over Dr. Jones. 

You could feel Bryan’s eyes boring on you as you walked away. Your throat tightened and tears threatened to spill. Instead of turning left towards the bathroom, you kept true until you hit the back entrance which led out to the bar’s courtyard. You took a deep breath as you stepped out into the cool fresh air. To your surprise, no one was outside. You leaned against the exposed brick and closed your eyes. You chewed your lip and tried to think of reasons as to why you had to go home. You figured you could just text the group when you realized that there was no back exit. The fence was a bit too high but you debated hopping over it anyway. 

You let out an irritated sigh as you turned around, and walked right into a solid chest. 

You began to apologize when you realized it was Bryan.

“This doesn’t look like the bathroom.”

“I— um, what are you doing here?” You scanned behind him, hoping no one was watching.

Bryan grabbed your wrist and dragged you into one of the covered cabanas. There was a small sign hanging on the cabana and Bryan flipped it around to indicate it was ‘reserved.’

“Wha—“ you began, but Bryan interrupted you by pulling you tightly against him and capturing your mouth with his. You instantly sagged in his arms, as his lips pressed against yours, his tongue rolling against yours. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him even closer, if that was at all possible. His mouth moved to your neck, nipping and sucking. You couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from within.

“So glad this semester is over. I’ve missed you so much,” Bryan growled as his hands roamed over each and every curve and plane of your body. He pressed into you and his length was hard against your stomach. “Can’t you tell?”

“Here?” You ask, the word broken up by the hitch in your breathing as his hands keep moving. Thoughts of Nancy and the other women faded away. 

“Of course here,” Bryan growled. “Are you worried someone might see?”

You moaned, a surprising sound that caught you off guard. Weren’t you worried about someone seeing you only a moment ago? Bryan’s hands are on the waistband of your jeans and your pussy throbbed in response.  Weren't you just thinking it wouldn’t matter at all if anyone saw?

“I—“

There was a fleeting thought that perhaps you’d want them to see. Show everyone and then some who Bryan Kneef really wanted. 

“I don’t care,” Bryan growled. That comment alone made your heart flutter. His hands made way to the front of your jeans and he nimbly undid the button and fly before shoving his large hand down your panties. 

Bryan let out a dark chuckle. “So wet for me. Is this turning you on?”

It was torture, plain as day, having Bryan’s skilled fingers down your jeans and in between your thighs. You let out a whimper as he turned his wrist so that the heel of his hand was pressed against your clit.

Bryan sensed you holding back, desperate not to make a sound. He slid two fingers deep inside of you. You keened wordlessly into his shoulder, biting down on his shoulder to suppress a moan. You can hear the mingling sounds of other patrons who had made their way outside. They were chatting away, blissfully unaware that you were getting finger-fucked. 

And anyone could walk in at that moment.

Bryan pushed the heel of his palm flush against your clit and ground it hard. 

“You really are beautiful,” Bryan murmured in your ear. “Making you come is my favorite thing to do.”

You jolted your head, staring at him with wide eyes. Your chest was heaving, your lips swollen from kissing. A small sweat had broken along your skin. 

Bryan ducked his head once more. But he didn’t kiss you, instead just breathing against your mouth, lips barely brushing. Every nerve in your body was electric. You felt warmth bloom throughout your body as the pressure caused you to explode, coming against his hand, your arousal dripping down his hand. Bryan swallowed your sounds with another kiss as he massaged the last ebbs of your climax with the tips of his fingers against your clit and you can’t help but come again. “Just like that,” he cooed. “Such a good, good girl.” 

You remained all starry eyed and in a daze as he removed his hand. With his other hand he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze as he took his fingers and placed them in his mouth, sucking them quickly. His eyes were twinkling as he pulled them out with a satisfying pop.

“Delicious.”

You watched silently as he fixed your jeans, re-buttoning and zipping the fly. His fingers, still wet with his saliva, traced the dark mark he had left on your neck. 

“Beautiful,” Bryan murmured. He pulled you into an embrace once more, his lips pressing gently against yours. The hairs of his beard tickled you ever so slightly. Your brain was empty, completely blissed out. 

There was a buzzing sound and Bryan looked at his phone “Oh, Nancy is here. I have to go back in. Tell your friends I covered their tab. I’ll text you later sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Bryan had already made his way out. After a moment, you collected yourself again and made your way back into the bar.

As you sat back down, your friends looked at your curiously.

“You okay? You look flush and you were gone for awhile,” Elody questioned, her brows furrowed. Her face was etched with concern.

You shook your head and waved your hand. “There was a line, like usual. But on my way back, I ran into Professor Kneef and he said he paid our tab.”

“Is that a hickey on your neck?”

“What?” you asked alarmed, slapping your hand over your neck.

“Yeah, did you have that before?” 

“Uh, you’re seeing things,” you sputtered. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

There was a cacophony of glass shattering sounds - followed by raucous cheering and applause. You took advantage of the opportunity to slide out of your seat. 

“Catch you later,” you shouted to no one in particular. 

You made your way through the crowd, and as soon as you got closer to the door, you spotted Bryan and Nancy. Your eyes met his and you felt your cheeks burn as he winked at you. 

Outside, you took out your phone, and ordered a cab. As you waited,  you texted Bryan. “I don’t want to go home all by myself. I’ll be all by my lonesome.”

The car hadn’t even left the parking lot when you got a message from Bryan.

“On my way - leave your door unlocked.”

FIN. 

AN2: I tried tagging folks but tumblr is being dumb.

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[dixonsrose]

hello supernova!! i’m in a curious mood so i have a few questions for you, if that’s ok 😋

1. someone asked me this at one point and i think it’s a super interesting question, so!! if you had to put your OCs into universes that aren’t their actual ones, where would you put them??

2. what inspired you to create elodie? where did she come from??

3. if you could change one thing about second wind, what would it be?

4. if you had to recast elodie, who would you cast??

🦭

(⬆️ seal of approval and friendship⬆️)

hello clementangerine!!! what a silly seal of approval and friendship i want to give it a smooch.

1. grinning rn cause i asked you that question 🙈 i think about this so often so i’m glad it’s being thrown back at me.

elodie:

i think elodie would be very happy in a show like outerbanks just because she would be able to live out her usual silly life. she’s not really cut out for a apocalyptic scenario, if i say so myself, and i would want her to be able to play with her dolls and get proper care for her hearing loss without having to worry if she’ll make it another day :(. it’s not like she had a happy life before the apocalypse, but we’ll just have to throw daryl in as her dad and all problems would be fixed :P

brydee:

this girl is made for the apocalypse, so if she had to be moved to a different universe, i would probably put her in twd or the100. although i do think she would also be a good fit for the hunger games, because girl does not gaf about anyone and i am certain she would win 😭.

sybilla:

i had to think about this one for quite a while honestly, but i do think the apocalypse is the best situation for her. she has no actual parents, her foster dad is an asshole, and once she gets away from him and tries to live out her life, she’s not happy at all. she lives in a crappy apartment, isn’t able to pay her rent and gets kicked out, then has to live with an old classmate she doesn’t even like.

when the outbreak happened, she was free of anything. yeah, she had to learn how to survive, but it was possibly one of the best things that could have happened to her. grimly said.

navya:

she just has to be thrown into a ‘normal’ world and live with a happy family, cause that’s just all she needs. living on earth with a bunch of other teenagers really fucked her up, both mentally and physically. she always misinterprets things people tell her, which results in… not so good things… and i think if she was able to live a proper life, she would be able to get the help she needs.

i have to cut it short with just my published ocs because i’m supposed to be getting ready rn and i’m a little behind schedule… 😵

2. there’s a who and a what :)

@dieasthedevilwp was the one who inspired me to make a daryl daughter book, because future ghosts had a DEATH GRIP on me LMFAO

anddd i had always wanted to try out writing a hard of hearing character, and i thought it would be interesting to see how someone with hearing loss would adapt in an apocalypse. i did make it harder for myself than needed by having her not know any sign language at the very start, but i think that also made it pretty interesting how she then communicated with people once she lost her hearing aids for a while.

3. if i could change one thing about second wind, it would be the small details about elodie’s hearing loss in the first half of the book. i did my proper research, but for some reason i was not very clear about the degree of el’s hearing loss and if she had one or two hearing aids… why? no clue, i was dumb i guess 😭. i also was not writing anything about her down at all, so any small details i might have thought of would have just disappeared into the dark corners of my brain.

4. me and rueben have actually had a very brief conversation about who i could recast elodie as (if ever needed) and she told me maisie sly would be good, and i agree! she’s deaf, and her scenes are all in sign language which would have been perfect for elodie. she’s also a little blonde girl, as a bonus.

but i am holding on tight to elle fanning, because in my head, she IS elodie. everything about her is elodie. they are one 🤞.

[hopes-memorial]

If any 4 of your ocs were inflicted with the despair disease from SDR2, what kind of disease would they get?

Hm... I kind of want to try all of them, ngl. I'll figure something out...

Amai

Truth: No longer able to mask, they speak in a more serious and somewhat sad tone. They're more cynical, and they're not nearly as flirty or excitable as they normally are. When it's all over, they don't bring it up or acknowledge how they were at all. Ever.

Ayane

Energetic: She's more likely to get up and start working on something or another, whether big or small. She's also more critical of people resting too much, and she has to be watched to make sure that she doesn't hurt herself.

Botan

Coward: Losing his stoic nature, he's far more timid and afraid of the world, hiding under his bed and refusing to go anywhere near the weapons that he would normally be all too comfortable around. He'd try to keep his composure, but it would fail and he would start apologizing for it.

Daisuke

Selfish: Instead of his usual caring towards everyone, he's completely apathetic to their likes, dislikes, or their condition. Instead, he's focused solely on himself and what he wants, and whenever he can't, he lashes out and tries to hurt people with the secrets or pieces of information he managed to gather on them.

Elodie

Gullible: She becomes easily influenced, even believing that the performances on stage or screen are real instead of acts. She believes everything that she hears, and she won't be able to perform like she used to as she'll truly believe that she is that person.

Haruka

Paranoia: While under the influence of the disease, she's more fearful of everything, believing that something out there wants her dead. She focuses solely on keeping herself isolated and hidden away, that way no one will be able to find her and hurt her, even if it is boring.

Kanai

Forgetting: Her perfect memory would go completely haywire for a moment, and she would forget everything aside from the necessities such as her and everyone's names and how to care for herself. Everything else, she wouldn't be able to remember at all.

Masao

Anger: Losing his pacifism, he's easily provoked, and he lashes out quickly and without mercy to anyone on the other side of that anger. Due to his strength, he's even more dangerous and would likely have to be locked away.

Matsuri

Normal: She loses interest in everything fantastical or horrific, and instead, she acts like the stereotypical idea of a girl: obsessed with mainstream fashion, makeup, and romance novels and movies. She also hates rice cakes like this.

Mei

Deception: Unable to tell the truth, everything that comes out of her mouth is turned into a lie. Even her emotional responses and her instructions are lies or misleading.

Reiichi

Social: The asocial nature would go away, and he would be incredibly cheerful and social, even choosing to spend time with his classmates instead of being anywhere near his computer to the point that he'll even pretend to not know what he' doing when on it to avoid having to be alone.

Shirou

Clumsy: The surgeon's precision that he has would go away, and he would cause far more harm accidentally rather than on purpose while infected. He would be constantly tripping or dropping things, and he would be unable to do simple tasks without accidently hurting himself or breaking something.

Sumire

Confidence: She would lose the more timidness that she has, and instead, she would turn to a rather vulgar and loud person. She would insult everyone and make crude comments along with breaking the dolls that she loves so much because she thinks that they're creepy and not pretty enough to be her's.

Takara

Insecure: The confidence that he has would disappear, and he would go back to being incredibly hung up on things that are wrong with him and doubting himself. No matter how small the decision, he wouldn't be sure if he would be making the right choice or not, and he'll avoid situations where he'll have to be in the spotlight.

Yotsuba

Loner: The friendly nature would go away, and she'd be incredibly standoffish and quiet, standing in the background and refusing to work with anyone as she thinks she can do everything on her own.

Yukihiko

Apathy: He stops caring about anything: studies, grades, the others, their safety, his own safety, etc. While like this, he'll laze around and stare at nothing as he just wastes away. Not even threatening his life would get him to care.

[ottersinhats]

The twins moved to a high school on the mainland. Unlike on the island, the school was not completely co-ed, and the twins were separated into two buildings, one for boys, one for girls.

Elodie seemed bored with her work, her classmates would be okay, if not for the fact that she was stuck with Martha all day.

Charlie however, seemed to be having a great time at school. He and Lewis excelled in their classes and he enjoyed the art room.

[reiberb]

Reflections on Blogging as a Learning Tool

Assignment 4: Roles and Trends – Blog Post #3

Throughout PIDP 3100, the blogging process has offered a refreshing departure from traditional assignments. Rather than writing purely for evaluation, blogging has allowed me to reflect openly, respond to current themes, and engage with the voices of my classmates in a more authentic and student-centered way.

What I Learned About Creating Blogs

One of the most important things I’ve learned is that blogs offer a unique opportunity to connect with readers in a more personal and engaging way than traditional modules. Whereas modules often feel structured, formal, and academic, blogs allow for a conversational tone that feels more approachable and less intimidating. For adult learners, especially those returning to education after time away, blogs can be less rigid and more welcoming. They often blend personality with insight and allow space for storytelling, images, and even feedback. This makes the experience of learning feel more collaborative and human.

Classmates' Blogs I Enjoyed

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had the opportunity to review not only my own blog posts, but also those of two classmates: Elodie Brewer and Trevor Forrest. Each of us brings a different style and focus to our writing. Elodie’s blog stands out for its clear, concise tone and structured layout. Their posts feel approachable and practical, often tying in relatable classroom insights. Trevor Forrest’s blog impressed me with its strong visual presentation and I can relate to the challenges as we are in the same field. They effectively balance research with personal commentary and uses graphics, formatting, and layout to enhance engagement. Reading both Elodie’s and Trevor’s blogs gave me new ideas for improving my own work.

Strengths and Weaknesses of My Blog

I believe one of the strengths of my blog is its reflective tone and solid connection to adult learning theory. I try to integrate both academic references and my personal experiences as an instructor and student. Compared to Trevor’s blog, however, mine lacks visual content that could enhance engagement and help break up longer sections of text. His use of charts, images, and formatting adds a lot to the reading experience. Likewise, Elodie’s conversational tone and classroom-focused reflections made their posts feel very accessible to a wide range of readers. My blog tends to lean more heavily on theory and formal tone, which may appeal to some readers but could be made more dynamic through varied formatting or more applied, learner-centered examples.

Overall, blogging has proven to be a useful tool for self-reflection and for exploring key trends in adult education. It has encouraged me to connect ideas from theory to practice while also learning from my peers. Moving forward, I plan to continue using blogging as a means to document my professional growth and learning journey.

[farren--belrose]

Name: Farren Elodie Belrose Age: Twenty Five Residence: Down Town, Kismet Harbor Birthday: June. 28. 1999 Gender: Cis Woman, She/Her/Hers Occupation: Ballet instructor at Graceful Moves Ballet Center Relationship Status: Single

TW: Alcoholism, Child Neglect, Drug Use

Farren had lost basically everyone in her life who should have been there for her. Her mother died when she was fourteen, and her father was never around, too busy working as a distraction from losing his wife. Her sister had run away, and the only people searching for her were the police.

Growing up for Farren was nothing like what it was for most children. Her parents were poor, and though they tried their very best to care for their children, it was very difficult for them. Usually Farren wore what most would consider to be rags to school, and her lunches were nothing more than a lonely piece of warm lunch meat between two slices of bread that were just good enough to be able to ingest, though barely. Most of the other children in her school would laugh and make fun of Farren and her sister, because the others had wonderful things. They had normal clothes and wonderful lunches, unlike Farren.

Farren would have loved to have a regular life like everyone else seemed to have. It was something she dreamed of constantly. Her and her family had no access to running water, usually resulting in them having to bathe themselves in the lake down the road. It wasn’t much, but it was the very best they could do. Farren didn’t blame her parents for this though. She knew they were trying their best to keep the family happy and healthy.

As Farren aged, she found a release, something to take away all of her pain, if only for the smallest sliver of time. Drugs were like her savior. At fourteen, she experimented with drugs for the very first time. She would have never thought she would dig herself so deep into a hole after only one year, though. She became completely addicted, barely being able to handle even a few hours without anything to calm her nerves, to help her forget all she had ever gone through in her life for a few minutes, if that. She couldn’t help herself. Everywhere she went, she had something hidden away: alcohol, pills. She would sneak into the washroom or go outside of wherever she may have been to get high or sneak a swig of alcohol, hoping nobody would be able to tell once she returned. Her parents never noticed the descent their daughter was going down. Farren became incredibly good at hiding her drug use, and the subsequent withdrawals she'd experience when she couldn't snag something off of one of her classmates.

One day, she stumbled into the ballet class her school held every week. She was enthralled with it; the beautiful dresses, the careful, smooth movements. She'd spend a lot of her time there. It was her greatest distraction from the constant noise in her mind, telling her how much she needed those drugs. Eventually she joined in, and they taught her how to control her body in the same graceful ways she'd studied them doing. To her, dance became a secondary release, and she knew it was something she wanted to continue with throughout her life.

When Farren turned eighteen, she planned to get out and get away from her town. It was the one thing bringing her down and causing her addictions to worsen. So, she packed as many of her belongings as she could fit into her bags, said goodbye to her father, and took a plane to Kismet Harbor. She was just old enough to live on her own. It was a scary endeavor, but it was one she was excited to take on.

Now, though Farren’s addictions are still rampant, she is trying her best to succeed in life. She has cleaned herself up for the most part and took responsibility. She knew she couldn’t live on her own if she was going to act like a child. She became a ballet instructor at Graceful Moves Ballet Center. It’s a much better distraction when she cannot have access to drugs. She is a lot more content with her life, and hopes to keep herself cleaned up for good. It may be difficult, but she is willing to try.

[astralechoes]

Faye Blossom

BASICS

Name: Faye Blossom

Pronouns: She/they

Age: 22

Birthday: January 6th

Zodiac: Capricorn

Nationality: British

Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Student 

Relationship status: Single

Face claim: Tsumugi- Magnet wa Watashitachi

PHYSICAL

Hair colour: Blonde

Eye colour: Blue

Body type: Curvy

Height: 5′2

Piercings: Ears

Tattoos: None

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Arthur

Mother: Imogen

Cousins: Evan & Elsa

Best friends: Lavender & Elodie

Romantic interest: Lavender

PERSONALITY

Introvert, extrovert or ambivert: Introvert

Positives: Intelligent, kind & loyal

Negatives: Pessimistic, shy & guarded

Hobbies: Writing, reading & singing

ABOUT

Faye is a shy elf who is very skilled at magic; however she often doubts her capabilities. Her next door neighbour and childhood friend Lavender is also a fellow elf, the two of them often practice magic together.

When Faye and Lavender attend high school, they end up in different classes; Lavender ended up introducing Ivy to a classmate called Elodie and the three of them end up becoming good friends. Often getting into trouble together.

Faye ends up going to university once they finished sixth form; deciding to study physics. Though they are frequently stressed out by school work; they decide to give university their absolute all. During this time they also started to figure out their sexuality.

When necromancers begin causing trouble Lavender reaches out to Fiona who decides to go and help Lavender. The two of them have always worked better with their magic together, but will they be able to defeat the necromancers?

[sofiaanddisney]

The Princess Ballet

I really appreciate the lesson of this episode. You don't have to be perfect. Just have fun and enjoy what you're doing.

I like that this is a school episode. I love seeing Sofia's classmates get some spotlight.

Miss Elodie was wonderful! So patient and encouraging. The kind of teacher I would want.

Kari sure did fall a lot. She really was trying too hard. Sofia and Amber seemed graceful compared to her. LOL! But Kari is a great character.

I like the girls' dance outfits: both practice and stage. Sofia's practice dress looks very similar to the one Ariel Winter wore in the Rise and Shine video.

The thing with Zooey's sculpture was hilarious! That girl is the most creative artist under the abstract category. LOL!

30th place.

[fayflutter]

Crazy AU! Viviane and Henri swap bodies during one night (reincarnation style) and they are kind of screwed.

Henri (as Elodie) eventually loses control and insults the vanities, Pierre and Darius.

Meanwhile Elodie (as Henrj) has no idea of the wolves in sheep’s clothing she studies with XD (not all Henri’s schoolmates are bad… but some are tricky when you don’t know them well… like Celeste or Byakuya XD).

Oh, oh yeah.

Henri would definitely not be taking anyone’s shit, especially not from the Vanities. Which is even more hilarious that the insults are coming from Elodie’s mouth XD.

Meanwhile Elodie is a nervous wreck, trying to get back home, find the akuma, and struggling to bake anything (she isn’t as skilled as Henri). She’d have no idea of the wolves in sheep’s clothing, but she has the sense that something is off about some of her classmates. As Henri, she’d be somewhat awkward as she attempts to pretend to be the boy, only she’s not good at it and his friends are unnerved by this helpful, friendly Henri.

After the body swap is reversed, Charlotte shows her the video she recorded of Henri (as Elodie) just going off on the Vanities and the girl nearly faints from shock (“I did WHAT!?”)