#writing SoP

[edwisefoundation]

Statement of Purpose (SOP) for Study Abroad: How to Write an Impressive SOP

A Statement of Purpose (SOP) is a crucial part of the application process for studying abroad. It provides admissions committees with insight into your academic background, goals, and personal motivations beyond your grades and test scores. A well-written SOP can significantly enhance your chances of acceptance by showcasing your unique qualities and passion for your chosen field. The essay should also address why you are interested in studying abroad and how you plan to contribute to the institution.

For more details on how to craft a compelling SOP, visit Statement of Purpose for Study Abroad.

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: yandere and manipulative behavior

about a week has passed since you collapsed. after reading the letters, your parents insisted that you should reply with a short note stating that you had recovered. eventually you caved, concerned about the contents of the letters this... guy sent you, but not enough that you felt particularly threatened.

less than a week later, an oliver northwood appeared unannounced near the gated entrance of your family's estate.

everyone was caught off guard, but he was let in regardless. your parents were the count and countess of the land you resided in, but he was the son of a marquis. this placed him at a higher rank then your family. plus, the both of you had been friends since childhood, so your parents caved even with the sudden intrusion.

after he entered, you find yourself sitting in awkward silence having an impromptu tea party with him in the estate's garden.

"so uh, it feels like its been so long since we've seen each other" he said.

"yes... it has" you replied

"are you feeling better?"

"yes i am..."

following this short interaction was about three minutes of silence. he had seemed so... energetic in his letters, but in person he appears much more reserved.

"um... you seem different"

you felt your chest start pounding. your thoughts start rushing while you try to keep your face neutral. it hasnt even been 10 minutes and hes already figured out who you actually were? is he going to expose me? no, that would make him look crazy...

as you started spiraling he spoke up again, "it almost feels like you are a different person" he pauses before continuing, "your parents said that you were having some trouble with your memory... do you... not... remember me?"

this snapped you out of your thoughts, he had figured out that you were, in fact, a different person, while giving you a potential way out.

"oh im so sorry... my memory has been spotty, i didnt want to be rude. honestly i couldnt even remember who i was when i woke up, hehe~" you mentally screamed at yourself because he did NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!

your thoughts were interrupted by his response, "oh im... sorry, that sounds awful." you saw fragments of a sly smile and a darkness in his eyes for a split second. the shift in expression disappeared so quickly you thought that you had imagined it.

he continues, "do you want me to try to fill in the gaps?"

"please do..." you reply.

"hmm.. ill start from the beginning." his eyes shift to make direct eye contact you. while he appears with soft eyes and a small smile, something about his expression feels a little unsettling. "well for starters, we have been friends since we were little. my parents are the marquis and marquess of the land just west of here. they had known each other for a while and had children around the same time, so they introduced us!"

his smiled widened as he continued speaking, "although we were only friends as children, as we got older we ended up becoming lovers!!"

the look of shock on your face didn't seem to surprise him. you begun trying to string words together into a coherent sentence when he follows up his previous statement.

"although... no one knows right now, we were keeping it secret to... avoid drawing unnecessary attention." the last part was spoken quickly and softly, making him sound unsure.

he takes your hand, "please love, i know you may not remember, but i have no problem waiting for you to fall in love with me."

"or... fall in love with me again i mean, hehe~"

should there be a part three?

feel free to drop in my inbox to ask any questions about him!!

[dellamortte]

"He's trying to leave, Spite. It's... complicated. Mortals can't just change ourselves. It takes a lot of time."

[ninakoll]

6 page (pg-13?) rinniki comic inspired by that one rly cute hajime story in which hajime is invited to eat pizza with rinne at niki's place. did this sort of as rinne's bday comic since niki got one too! sorry if its a little ooc i needed them in the Situation for this comic to work...

that dangling spit over someones face as punishment thing is 100% an older sibling forbidden move . anyway.. always fun to draw a short comic. see you aruound space cowboys

[moonsglare]

“happy father’s day.”

your voice is a rough, thready wheeze, undoubtedly from all the moaning and screaming you had been doing earlier. from her position above you, kneeling between your legs, arlecchino quirks a brow, the corner of her lips lifting ever so slightly.

“ah. so that’s what all this was about,” she muses with the slightest shake of her head. just a few hours earlier, she had arrived home from yet another diplomatic trip, a little weary but nevertheless not too worse for wear. you’d greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom—estelle was, perhaps fortunately, already asleep—where just the sight of you managed on the bed was enough to banish all of her exhaustion far to the back of her mind. your voice was a soft, inviting purr; the call of a siren, and she’d been powerless to resist.

i missed you, you whispered, fingers tracing the muscle of her bicep beneath her coat, it’s not the same on my own. and just those few words had given rise to a lust so absurdly all-consuming she absolutely had to have you immediately or she would have likely gone quite insane. in the end she isn’t that surprised you had something like this planned—it is quite like you after all, and she certainly isn’t complaining.

“are you my gift, then?” she hums, dark hands brushing sweat-damp strands of hair from your face. you preen beneath her touch, a slow sigh of contentment leaving your lips.

“mhm,” you nod eventually, eyes sliding open to look at her again. her heart lurches ever so slightly beneath her breastbone at the sight of you, so thoroughly pleased and looking at her with warmth the sun would envy. “you get one more request, as a treat. we’ll do anything you suggest.”

“how generous,” she drawls, but her voice is light. her hands slip down to your hips, squeezing the meat there ever so gently. “anything at all?”

“anything at all,” you confirm. there’s a familiar hunger in your gaze, but for some reason, her mind drifts elsewhere. fatherhood has been… kind to her. not easy, to be sure, but there is a part of her that feels— soothed, in a way, when she holds estelle in her arms. as if the little girl was proof, in a sense, that she is capable of giving something to this world that is not violence or death or grief. that her hands that can burn— can also warm.

her thumbs brush over your lower belly, and she shifts and bends low to kiss the area right between your hips. she hears your breath hitch ever so minutely, and she speaks her request against your skin softly.

“i want another.”

you go still. “another?” you ask, but your voice is more curious than accusatory. she looks up, and leans forward again to rest her forehead against yours. everything in her suddenly aches for proximity, and her semi-hard length slides against your wetness, drawing a soft gasp from you. “another what?”

“another child,” she clarifies, and you blink at her a little owlishly. then, you chuckle, hands rising to cup her face.

“that’s quite a big request,” you reply, gently caressing the arch of her cheekbones. “are you certain?”

she almost snorts. she’d always be certain when it comes to you. “entirely,” she answers, clasping one of her hands over your own, and turning her head to press a kiss to your palm. “without question.”

“who’d have thought the fourth harbinger herself would have baby fever,” you giggle, your eyes like little stars in the bedroom’s low light, “not that i’m complaining. it’d be nice for estelle to have siblings closer in age.”

arlecchino hums in agreement, and takes the opportunity to trail her lips down your jaw and to your neck. “so we are in agreement?”

“entirely,” you repeat back to her, arms winding around her broad back. “without question.”

arlecchino exhales a little roughly, suddenly feeling far too big for her own skin. she needs to be inside you again, needs to feel you around her, grounding her. she noses a little harder against the crook of your neck, and one hand grasps the base of her cock to align it with your entrance, already wet and slick with a mixture of your cum. you mewl softly when she slides in, and she groans at the way you yield to her so beautifully. her movements are slow, measured, gentle— she makes love to you now that she’s had her fill of fucking you, and she makes it known.

“i adore you so,” she breathes against your neck, holding you close as if you might disappear if not, “my wife, i love you.”

you answer her just as sweetly, and she fills you for the nth but not the last time that night. she knows, realistically, that you’re still on birth control and that nothing will come of tonight, but still. she coaxes your legs apart over and over, slides home within you and rolls her hips until you weep and clutch at her and lock your legs around her hips and hold her deep inside you like you’re hungry for it all the same.

(later, in the not-so-distant future, she makes good on her declarations. and not very long after that, she holds a squalling little boy in her arms with a shock of dark hair on his little head the same shade as yours. he’s covered in viscera, and loud, and wriggling like a belligerent worm in her arms, but—

the only thought she can muster is that he is perfect.)

[gayspacemonk]

wriothesley a whole ass homosexual looking after neuvillette and saying "WOW"

[corrodedcoughin]

eddie going in to scoops ahoy dressed as a pirate and saying he’s here to ‘plunder scoops’ treasure chest of ice cream yarhar’ only he gets to the counter and it’s Steve serving, not Robin. He was expecting Robin. What comes out of his mouth is ‘I’m here for your pleasure chest’. Cue eddie turning on his heel, walking out of scoops and sitting himself down in the fountain of the food court, hugging his knees while the corroded coffin boys throw pennies at him.

[mschismosa]

Silly comic for day 1 of barok week: Past ⚔️✨

I love putting him in stupid situations, sorry.

[colebirb]

Well hello there

@potato-lord-but-not

[harbingersglory]

Perhaps the Shogun Puppet and Sara (both trans) sharing the reader? The puppet offering up a volunteer (reader) as a reward for Sara’s devoted years of service, that quickly ends up with the reader getting spitroasted between them. Sara has the privilege of claiming the reader’s pussy (and by extension, their womb and eventual firstborn child) while the Shogun takes their mouth—this is meant to be Sara’s reward after all.

{☆} characters kujou sara, raiden shogun [ puppet ] {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara, transfem raiden shogun {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, restraints, fingering, face fucking

Kujou Sara was many things– loyal, devoted and first and foremost a soldier. There was little time between a strict schedule for anything but honing herself like a dulled blade. She assumed she simply did not care for worldly pleasures, but now..

Her throat feels impossibly dry, her palms clammy as she tries to ignore how tight fitting her uniform feels all of a sudden. She cannot look away from the meek figure at the feet of the Shogun, her Archon, stripped bare and tied in an intricate display of winding ropes that accentuate your figure– she feels lightheaded at the sight, a broken groan tumbling from her lips, just barely muffled in time by her trembling hand.

"A reward," The stoic, unyielding voice of the Shogun rings in the room like the swing of a blade, cutting through the thick air with the ease befitting of such an imposing figure. "For your service, General Kujou." She gestures so easily to you, as if presenting an object to be owned rather then a person– she cannot find it in herself to dispute it. You are..beyond words. Ethereal, even as you are bound in tight ropes and left at the mercy of an Archon and a tengu.

"..I am honored by your generosity, Almighty Shogun." Sara replies quickly and stiffly, her eyes never drifting far from your body– always drawn back. "Yet you are still hesitant." The Shogun snaps back coldly, eyes narrowed– her shoulders grow stiff in tension, her mind scrambling for an excuse, yet she cannot manage to speak a word.

"If this reward is not suitable.." Sara nearly balks at that, her hands twitching and her teeth aching in an urge she thought long buried. Try as she might, she cannot ignore the desire she feels towards you..and she cannot simply refuse a reward from the Shogun herself. Archons, she is a weak woman, she realizes– her will broken by a pretty face..

"..It is suitable, Almighty Shogun."

Yet she steels her resolve like a honed blade, kneeling before her "reward" and clasping your ankles in her calloused hands– your skin is smooth, at least compared to her own, as she eases your legs apart. Archons, you are even more gorgeous up close. The satisfied hum of the Shogun, watching with piercing eyes as she claims her reward, spurs her on. She leans close to your face, cupping your jaw in her hand and taking a moment to appreciate your features. The bob of your throat as you swallow, the haziness of your eyes..she leans down further, pressing almost reverent, apologetic kisses to your jaw, exhaling heavily against your skin.

She cannot stop herself now. The sickly sweet scent of shampoo, likely the courtesy of the Shogun, fills her lungs and makes her feel dizzy. You're like a fine dessert and she wants to devour you.

Even still, however, she keeps a close eye on your face– watching the slightest changes like a hawk. She leans away from spots you seem to show discomfort from, pressing more kisses and nips to the spots that have your breath hitching in your throat. She likes it– seeing you beneath her like this..Archons, her uniform feels so suffocating now, her cock straining against it.

But she wants to take it slow, if only for her own inexperience. She wants to see your face twisted in pleasure, not discomfort.

So she takes her take unraveling you, her chapped lips kissing down your throat to your chest, the barest hint of bruises marring your skin as she drags her tongue across your nipple, a low growl building in her throat at the way you arched your back into her mouth. It's so distracting that she almost forgets the Shogun stands above her, watching like a statue as her hand slips between your thighs to sink a finger into your cunt– and how easily she does so, your thighs already sticky with arousal. She is slow in her movements, fingering you more like a lover, intimate in a way that feels foreign to her.

"You're so pretty," She murmurs in a haze, words slurred through the fog of desire, sighing softly against your shoulder as she eases another finger inside you, her tongue finding your other nipple. "Does this feel good?" Her eyes meet your own as she presses a kiss to your chest, practically pleading for the answer to be yes– she wants the validation, to know she's making you feel good, at least as good as she feels. Her touch is still uncertain and clumsy, but she has always been a quick learner.

It does not take long before you unravel beneath her, your squishy walls squeezing around her fingers as she eases you through your climax.

Your cum sticks to her fingers when she pulls her hand back, her own breath hitching in her throat as she swipes her tongue across her digits– had she not been in such a daze, she might've been embarrassed, but the taste upon her tongue only made the fog worse. She almost considered burying her face in your cunt for a better taste, but her cock was..painfully hard. So with a hint of reluctance, she fumbled with her uniform, tugging her aching cock free with a broken groan.

For a moment she almost seems embarrassed by your stare, her hands pushing your thighs further apart– but the look of raw need..it matches her own, feeding the almost animalistic urges that urge her to claim you, to push your legs up to your chest and fill your womb till it's bursting with her cum. Archons, she wants to. Just seeing her cum spilling out of your cunt would be enough.

Her nails dig into your thighs as she aligns her cock, dragging the tip through your folds before gently sinking into your cunt. It almost breaks her– the tight, wet heat of your folds around her drags a whine unbidden from her throat, breaths coming out in shallow panting. Her grip on your thighs tightens as she presses a shaky kiss to your chest, satisfied by the moans that tumble from your own lips. She wonders what it would be like to kiss you, but the thought is swept from her thoughts as quickly as it came, her cock slowly stretching your cunt around her, forcing you to take every inch.

You've never looked prettier in her eyes.

But her moment of admiration and awe is short lived, her body falling into complete stillness as she watched the Shogun step forward– Sara can feel her stare through the back of her head, sweat beading on her brow and her throat so dry it's difficult to swallow. Rather, instead of whatever Sara expected, the Shogun kneels.

It's only now she sees the twitching cock between her own legs, stilling any protests that bubbled up in her throat. She watched, transfixed as the Shogun slid a thumb past your lips, tilting your head back enough for her to sink her cock into your waiting mouth. The sight of it makes her heart stutter in her chest, her own cock twitching inside you as she bucks her hips instinctively, hissing at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Sara doesn't dare to speak up, but she can't help but feel transfixed by the way your throat bulges around the Shogun's cock, her hands digging deeper into your thighs. The ease in which you take the Shogun makes her wonder if you were hers– the idea of fucking the Shogun's pet..she was surprised to find the idea so enticing, her hips snapping harshly against yours as she fit herself fully inside your cunt, hands clasping your thighs to the point even her hands were beginning to ache.

The Shogun was still watching her, she could feel it, but it felt less suffocating and more..curious, maybe. Whatever rhythm Sara set, the Shogun would adjust, the gentle rolling of her hips accentuated by the short thrusts into your mouth. She felt dizzy at it all, burying her face against your chest and sliding her hands up your hips, along your ribs, clutching you tightly against as she pulled her hips back, nearly slipping out of your cunt altogether before snapping her hips forward harshly, the slap of skin making her groan.

She couldn't help it anymore– she needed to claim you, to see your face contort in pleasure as she claimed your cunt, filled you to the brim with her cum..she wanted it so badly it made her feel dizzy. A part of her wonders if the Shogun would even let her impregnate you, but she didn't care– she'd try anyway. Even if she had to fill you up again and again, as many times as it took.

Sara's gentle thrusts quickly crumbled into something much rougher, all sense forgotten at the promise of claiming you– of making you hers, from your cunt to your womb, and even your mouth, if she ever got the chance. She was practically an animal in her desperation, stretching your cunt to fit her with every harsh thrust and growling against your chest, leaving visible bruises and bites on your chest. The Shogun matched her with a robotic rhythm of her own, the sound of you gagging around the Shogun's cock making her shudder, her eyes following the drool dribbling down your face.

It was far more arousing then she wanted to admit, watching the Shogun use your throat while she used your cunt, giving you no room to breathe.

It is with a great reluctance that she pulls her gaze away from you and the Shogun, burying her face against your chest once more as the pressure builds, her lips caught between her teeth until the taste of iron flooded her taste buds. But she had no time to dwell on it, pressing her hips firmly against your own with a muffled groan as the pressure exploded, her cum painting your walls, still bucking into you in short thrusts.

She could only imagine the image of your throat being filled by the Shogun's own climax, her lungs straining as she gulped down air between shaky moans, pressing a kiss to your chest.

She was far from done with you, but you deserved at least a moment of respite before she filled you all over again.

[bruisedboys]

how do u think battinson shows affection ?? 🤔 since he's literally a sopping wet cat of a man and not the best as socializing, one would think physical affection but is he too awkward for that even ? what do u think ??

battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

okay okay!! so I think for bruce wayne, acts of service is a big one in terms of showing affection!! mostly because he can just do them quietly, if you know what I mean? he doesn’t have to make a big show out of it, doesn’t even have to tell you he’s gonna do them. he’ll just iron your clothes for you without you having to ask, buy your favourite shampoo when he notices you’re running out, tie your shoes before you leave the house together, take your heels off for you after a date. just so many quiet, sweet acts of service that he doesn’t even really think about, he just does them because he loves you and he cares. he gets shy when you confront him about it, though. like, you’ll find he’s restocked all your skincare and hair products and you’ll hunt him down and be like, “bruce, honey, you didn’t have to,” pushing up on to your toes to kiss him. he gets all red around the ears and pretends he doesn’t know what you’re talking about <3

as for physical affection, I think yes he enjoys giving it and receiving it but it’s gotta be at the right time! given how protective he is, he’ll hold your hand in public or almost always have one of his big hands on your hip or the small of your back to guide you, but nothing much more than that. when you’re alone he likes it a lot more, especially if you’re the one giving it. he’s not often the one to initiate hugs or cuddles, it’s almost always you. but you don’t mind, because he never rejects you what you want. he’s a bit awkward about it, especially in the beginning, never knowing what to do with his hands (should he rub your back or stroke your hair or just keep them still??) but once he’s more used to it he’s a really good hugger. his broadness helps too <3

still, his favourite thing is when you initiate the cuddling because it makes him feel really loved and wanted! and then he’ll cuddle back. when you climb in his lap and tuck your chin over his shoulder, he’ll rub your back and you all but melt on top of him. you’ll be lying half on top of him in bed, stroking his cheek lovingly, and he’ll take your hand in his and press his mouth to your fingertips. when you’re massaging his shoulders after a long night, or pushing his hair from his forehead when it’s in his eyes, he’ll give your hip a squeeze as a thank you. it’s almost like, your affection makes him brave enough to reciprocate it. and it honestly means a lot, coming from him. your awkward grumpy touch-starved boy <3

[edwisefoundation]

Crafting a Persuasive Statement of Purpose (SoP) for Australia: Key Steps and Tips

Crafting a persuasive Statement of Purpose (SoP) is essential for your Australia study visa application. This guide provides a step-by-step process to write an effective SoP that highlights your qualifications, interests, and fit for the program. It emphasizes the importance of thorough research, clear structure, and customization for each university. By following these guidelines, you can create a compelling SoP that strengthens your application.

For more detailed insights on crafting a perfect SoP, visit the SoP for Australia page.

[hyumjim]

[mithrilwren]

Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Word Count: 12,730 Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Hypothermia, Hallucinations, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Sanji (One Piece), Protective Roronoa Zoro, Protective Sanji (One Piece), Huddling For Warmth, There Was Only One Bed, Soft Roronoa Zoro, (or to bring back a tag from an old fic, Firm-Foam-Padding-Levels-of-Softness Zoro), just some good old fashioned tropey goodness

Trapped on an ice-locked island and desperately low on food, Zoro and Sanji go ice fishing to replenish the Sunny’s stores. They make a series of questionable decisions in the process, but only Sanji ends up walking home in soaked clothes. Zoro is smug about this, at least until Sanji’s once-reliable legs start buckling beneath him and Zoro remembers exactly how bady untrained bodies take to frigid wintertime swims.

[technomagicalwitch]

HEY GUESS WHAT?

NEW MULTICHAPTER DRIFTER FIC JUST DROPPED.

You like TRANSFERENCE?

You like BROODSWORD?

I got you!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65296198/chapters/167990635

Enjoy, my little pogchamps.

[lunavagans]

Sometimes you just gotta draw a little guy going through it.