#✄ modify

[autonomymodifications]

Highly interesting blog, can you do wings {why would they?}

Many animals have wings, you probably thought I meant the feather variety {no they didn’t}. I know that bug wings {the beetle kind you mean} are fragile but maybe not impossible {very impossible}.

- @iniquitous-lepidopterist

✄ Thhe tiime peeriod off suuch prrocedure woould taake loonger, annd gaathering neecessary maaterials miight taake aa biit, buut wee'll seee whaat wee caan doo! :)

[undeniablereckoningart]

grabs modify havent drawn u in a while fucker

tw blue blood & bright colors

[qtkoshi]

hobie and his bubblegum s/o

- I’m sorry y’all no i’m not, but i am not immune to the preppy x outcast trope and i  - no i am not submitting to the idea of being a rockers gf leave me alone i absolutely am s/o to @dizscreams for prompting this idea never claimed to be a writer ;; im just ramblin

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hobie brown wasn’t afraid to go against the common narrative. wasn’t afraid of many things, actually (as we know). he was loud, abrasive. tough. 

and then there was you. soft and all smiles. it was a little sickening to be honest: how someone so bubbly and sweet complimented him so well. 

but let’s not get it twisted, it’s not as if you were the one to round out his edges. despite the obvious clashes in personal style, you both carried similar ideologies in life, and in so carried a mutual respect in each other’s individuality and comfort. and what more could hobie really ask for in a partner? 

additional headcannons i can’t stop thinking of:

wearing his jacket casually around >> you’re in an all pink fit? don’t care, the jacket smells like him and he likes seeing you in his clothes (makes him proud to let others know your his not that he would conform to dated notions of ownership tho so shhh) 

omg swapping styles?? did it one time as a joke, now you both catch yourself wearing pieces incorporated into your outfits that remind you of the other. (cutesy metal flower and butterfly chokers?? modified spikes added onto your accessories???)

firm believer in this man being so so comfortable in his own self and masculinity. fuck do you mean i’ll look girly? give me the damn plushy rn

thinking of u possibly doing dance or cheer and? y’all both going to each other’s shows and sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd, but neither of y’all give a fuck bc that’s your baby up there and man are u proud

patching him up with hello kitty bandages (which he thinks are cool as fuck).

the bubblegum is from u btw says it reminds him of u

making playlists for each other???? omg → actually have more overlap than ppl think; both love to explore genres (also helps that they’re ur fave songs, bc if u love them there has to be something gud about them right?)

this song with y'all actually

if u see me adding more on this later, don’t worry ab it

⊗

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Dumb Lucifer Scenario Dump

Here are just a bunch of like random scenarios that popped into my head; usually when I was half asleep or hadn't slept for several days. Im not going to do anything with these beyond this post so if someone wants to like turn these into a short story or comic, feel free. Just link back and give me credit for the idea please ~<3

WARNING: Actual brainrot below the cut. Not beta read we die like men -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Who Needs Magic Anyway? ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

(Little bit of context; this idea came about because I was talking to @writteninlunarlight-years about the whole 'there is only one bed trope thing)

Lucifer and reader are both drinking together. They both get so plastered that the reader cant go home on their own and Lucifer cant make a decent portal. (The portals keep fizzing out, going to the wrong places.... Point is he cant do it right atm).

So Lucifer offers to have the reader stay with him for the night. Even in their drunkin state, the reader side-eyes Lucifer at his offer and the guy just keeps digging his hole deeper Saying stuff like:

Lucifer: I-I meant we can sleep together as friends. Reader: *blinks* Lucifer: WAIT-

Lucifer even offers to make you one of those stupid pillow walls in between you two if your really that uncomfortable. What a gentleman

Anyway, you both eventually end up in his bedroom and Lucifer changes into duck pajamas (because of course thats what he has. what else would the guy have really). Then you both look at each other awkwardly as you both realize you… don't exactly have anything comfortable to sleep in.

Lucifer quickly says that its fine! He will just magic you up some pjs! Easy! Well. The problem is when he does this, his alcohol infused brain defaulted the entire concept of sleepwear to mean 'Lucifer’s sleepwear.' So when he zaps you, you end up with a perfectly matching set of ducky nightshirt and pants to Lucifer’s very own.

Lucifer immediately wants to die.

Bonus: This entire thing has now made me headcanon that Lucifer cannot control his magic when he is drunk

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Playing the Hero ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

NOTE: I used a spider here, but really it can be any bug. Or whatever you want. I just did a spider because fuck spiders, and the idea of Lucifer cowering at a mini Angel Dust was very funny to me

Its late at night and as usual Lucifer cannot sleep. Lucifer is suddenly disturbed however, by the reader in their adorable pajamas. They are looking around nervously, with their hands hidden in their sleeves.

The man is immediately ready to do anything they ask cause they are just so darn cute.

The reader sheepishly asks him if he can kill a giant spider that has decided to make itself at home in their room. Lucifer, ever the sin of pride, (and maaayyybe wanting to impress them a little), excitedly says that of course he can! Completely pushing away the fact that, he too, is afraid of spiders.

They both go to the reader's room and as soon as Lucifer sees the spider he panics a little. (”Oh god, that is actually a big spider.”, ”Why are its legs so long??”)

Wanting to play the hero but also not wanting to go anywhere near the accursed thing, Lucifer thinks itll be a great idea to just- zap it.

Well, the thing is Lucifer’s hands are very shaky at the moment, due to a combination of having all the reader's attention on him and the fear of holyshitspider. So when he tries to zap the thing he completely fucking misses like an idiot.

The spider goes flying toward the two of them, resulting in both of them bursting out of the room screaming bloody murder and waking up the rest of the hotel.

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Don't Overthink It ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

(Again, inspired by @writteninlunarlight-years specifically her post about Making Flower Crowns for the Hazbin Men. This prompt takes place during Valentines Day, but you can easily modify it to be during a different holiday. Can be platonic or romantic.

Valentines Day comes around, and you decide to gift one to the infamous King of Hell. Because youll be sending it anonymously, you decide to go all out. You get him a super nice duck themed gift, handwrite him a card, as well as get him a stunning bouquet.

What you didn't anticipate however, was Lucifer completely losing it when he receives the gift. Apparently its been decades/centuries since he last received a Valentine, let alone one as nice as the one you gave him.

He was the King of Hell after all. You assumed he got a million Valentines automatically because of his position. I mean, Alastor got piles of them so why WOULDNT the King of Hell?

Because of its anonymous nature, Lucifer's ever romantic heart gets obsessed with the Valentine. You love bombed the poor guy on complete accident. Lucifer starts trying to do his own little 'investigations' to figure out who made it for him, like comparing different handwritings to the one on the card and such. Lucifer even starts daydreaming about who it could be and imagining what they are like.

(if its romantic) Your afraid to tell him you did it because you don't want to complicate your friendship with Charlie. A part of you also feels guilty that you somehow managed to put yourself on such a high pedestal in Lucifer's eyes when... your just you.

(if its platonic) You don't want to break Lucifer's heart and tell him that you just wanted to do something nice. You feel guilty for getting his hopes up for something/someone that doesn't exist.

BONUS: At some point in the story, the reader walks by a trashcan/dumpster full of Valentines meant for Alastor that he clearly just trashed right away. Alastor hates Valentines day because everyone wont. Stop. BUGGING. HIM.

[yanderederee]

Boys on Bikes

A discussion piece about motorcycles!

Also note; these Motorcycles were Modified in the anime, since that’s what you did in a Biker Gang lol. The individuality of these loud modifications made them one-of-a-kind bikes! So stuff like Kazutora’s Windshield and Baji’s second-seater are not apart of the original design.

More Discussion Pieces here: BozosokuCulture

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Mikey - Honda: CB250t, Hawk (1978) / Scooter**

Draken - Kawasaki: Zephyr 400 (1989)

Baji - Suzuki: GSX250e (1984)

Kazutora - Kawasaki: KH400, Rocket (1976-80)

Mitsuya - Suzuki GSX400FS, Impulse (1982) *my personal favorite

Now listen.

There is something to be said about Mikey’s scooter.

This Scooter is fucking impossible to find. So much so I’m questioning it’s existence**.

(I also really like how Draken confirmed that most of the guys got their Bikes via Hand-me-down or through connections by their Senpai’s lol) / Besides Baji? Who I think found his.

** Honda came out with a lot of ‘scooter types’ in the early 2000’s, but nothing for the Hawk models.

I found this really hidden away Giorno 50cc model from 1995, and Japan did remodel them 2011-2022 era, so maybe this was the inspiration? But if you look at the Nose the Headlight of MIKEY’S Scooter, they closely resemble the Elite Model more.

Like ?? The Elite and Metropolitan models are the closest I could actually find.

Interesting.

—-…

I was raised around the Harley Davidson mechanic shops my dad owned/worked at, I wish I remembered which one he’d drive me around on as a kid, but we’re no longer close.

I could make a Part2 to this too lmao..

[simplypluraldesigns]

Can you make a short system intro? Preferably if the theme is Scene or kidcore

Short Scene System Intros

Intro 1:

…ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ…

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 [system name]

☆⌒。°🌈 [age] | [gender]

☆⌒。°🌈 [system type]

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Frequent Fronters:

★ [altername]

★ [altername]

★ [altername]

★ [altername]

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Intro 2:

(Taken from emojicombos and slightly modified)

▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀

☆〈 ❝ Welcome to the [system name] ❞ 〉★

⭑ ⭒ ⭑ ⭒ ⭑ ⭒ ⭑ ⭒ ⭑ ⭒ ⭑ ⭒

⭐️ ‎˗ˏ[system type]´ˎ˗ 🎸

╰ [collective name・collective prns] ⭒

╭︰⌗★◟ Boundaries

◟︰Host /s ╮

🌟╰ [name]⭑ [prns] [info]+

▸ [role] /・[role]・[age]

◟︰Freq. Fronters ╮

🌟╰ [name] ⭑ [prns] +

[role] / [role] ・[info] ・[age]

🦇╰ [name]⭑ [prns] +

▸ [role] / [role]・[info] ・[age]

☆〈 ❝ [quote] ❞ 〉★

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[Example images under the cut]

(Tumblr refuses to let me comment these so sorry for any inconvenience)

[slvttyharlow]

Jack Harlow — "I'm still out here gettin' cuter."

✩ Genre Key!

◦ ❀ = fem!reader | ✾ = black!reader | ೫ = mixed!reader | ✵ = albino!reader |

◦ 🎤 = singer!reader | 🎞 = actress!reader | ❁ = wife!reader | ◎ = influencer!reader | 𑁍 = model!reader | ❅ = pregnant!reader |

◦ ♡ = romance | ❃ = platonic | ☁️ = fluff | ✄ = hurt |

◦ ֍ = angst | 📨 = request | ☾ = comfort | ❤️‍🔥 = smut |

◦ Main Masterlist

# — DRABBLES!

◦ Missing Anniversary — ❀ + ♡ + 📨 + ֍ + ☁️ + ❁

— › Jack misses an anniversary and you’re upset.

# — HEADCANONS!

◦ coming soon!

# — MULTI-CHAPTER!

◦ coming soon!

# — ONESHOTS!

◦ More Than Friends — ❀ + ❃ + ♡ + 📨 + ֍ + ☁️

— › When you notice your feelings about him, you start to worry about the outcomes when it comes to telling him.

◦ You're Beautiful — ❀ + ♡ + 📨 + ✄ + ☾ + ❁ + ❅

— › When you start feeling insecure about your pregnancy, Jack reassures you that you'd always be beautiful in his eyes.

# — SERIES!

◦ coming soon!

# — TWOSHOTS!

◦ coming soon!

© harlowsthetic 2023. | All rights reserved. Do not repost, reupload, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[inlovewithpandora]

Invalidation - Series Masterlist

Main masterlist

Pairing: Lo’ak x fem! Metkiyana Tsakarem! Reader

Genre: Angst with little fluff

Synopsis: Being the next heir of the Tsahìk title made you feel an ample amount of stress. From your mother, Ronal putting immense pressure on you and not validating your emotions to you being bullied by high-status girls within the clan. Everything in your life was beginning to become too much to handle. Would you be able to sort through your feelings properly and handle everything life throws at you or would you crumble and resort to something life-ending?

Content: boyfriend!Lo’ak, bullying, Aged!up characters (18), reader is the oldest child of Ronal and Tonowari, stressed reader, suicidal ideation, later in series suicidal attempt, emotional invalidation, melancholy, depression, Social isolation, stress, anxiety

Notes: this is a request I got from almost 2 months ago (sorry it took so long I hope the person who requested is still with me😭)

- this is the Lo’ak version of my I’m tired series

- content is still in the works so some things can/will change

- comment if you want to be added to the taglist💗!

Genre Key: ♣︎ = smut || ❀ = fluff || ♨︎ = angst || ✄ = hurt || ☂︎ = comfort || ❥ = romance || ☆ = platonic

Part one

Part two

Part three

▸ more parts are being determined...

Status: coming soon…

©️inlovewithpandora ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | All rights reserved. Do not repost, reupload, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s 2023 Birthday Story (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a content yet to be released in the global server! ♡

Collect the memory items and look back at the moment when his life ushered in a major turning point. The future he earnestly desired is composed of every second and minute from that immediate moment.

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Victor’s dialogues will be in bold and italics. Others’ dialogues will be in only bold.

I’ll use ( ✄┈┈┈┈ ) when moving on to the next page within the same chapter and partitions for different chapters, as usual.

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✧ [Chapter 1] ✧

Creak–– creak––

Creak––

...

The sound of metal scraping against the ground travels intermittently to the ears. Although small, it’s still enough to jolt someone awake from light dreams. The fingers resting on the table shudder almost imperceptibly. After a few moments, the owner of the hand is awakened, and he lifts his head from the crook of his arms.

The laptop on the table had already entered sleep mode long ago, the dark screen reflecting his disheveled fringes and the warm sunlight. Instinctively, Victor lightly squints his eyes. After a while, he sits up straight and can’t help but let out a light hiss.

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The arms have been pinned down for too long, and the first movement sends an intense sense of numbness through them. He leans back in his chair and moves his stiff forearms and the back of his neck, hearing the sound of the table and chair scraping traveling to his ears once again. This time, however, the other party is clearly much more relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I made too much noise while looking for something.”

Cao Lin, his dormitory roommate, holds up a dusty wireless mouse and shoots a glance at the computer,

“Did you stay up all night again last night?”

“Mm.”

“Thank you for your hard work. About that project showcase for that application for the school’s Entrepreneurship Park...”

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“It’s good. Take a look at it for yourself.”

Victor casually taps the keyboard a few times. In the next second, the screen lights up abruptly.

“As expected of you.”

Cao Lin impatiently takes the laptop from him and browses through it, wonderstruck,

“Although it’s not complicated, the key points are so clear at a glance… you even made a Gnatt Chart of the future revenue expectations! Yes, yes, I knew I had just the right person!”

“It’s nothing.”

Victor takes a bag of instant coffee and glances at Cao Lin,

“What about the speech draft?”

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“Here it is.”

Cao Lin fumbles with the printed manuscript, words still on his lips,

“I’m truly not exaggerating. This entrepreneurship thing for university students is like “being alive even after dying nine times.” If it weren’t for you being sufficiently strong, I would’ve never agreed to join.”

No reply can be heard drifting to the ears. When Cao Lin looks up, he finds Victor staring hard at the speech draft, his slender eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“The background of the project is not written clearly enough,”

Victor picks up a pen from the table and continues to draw circles relentlessly,

“It has to give a more granular level of details regarding the current situation of the marketplace and its prospects.”

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“The orientation is also too limited. Our target audience will not be confined to the campus, and the following will have to be adjusted accordingly.”

He puts down the pen as he speaks, picking up the cup from the side,

“The selection quiz is at 3 pm. We still have time, so let’s get down to modifying this version again.”

Cao Lin takes the speech draft, sighing as he looks at it,

“We don’t have to be so serious, right? This shouldn’t be too far off the mark in response to the school’s audit.”

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“There are several teams in the Economics Department planning to start their own business.”

Victor counters methodically,

“Across the school, there are only a few more competitors.”

“But they necessarily won’t apply for the Entrepreneurship Park…”

“The rent at school is over 30% lower than outside.”

Victor shoots him a glance,

“Which project that drew up a financial plan do you think will let this opportunity slip by?”

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Cao Lin dithers for a moment, sighing as he returns to his seat and turns on his computer. Victor gets up and walks over to his desk, tapping on the screen.

“One more thing. Let’s lengthen the margin to leave room for annotations.”

He looks at his phone as he speaks,

“I’m not coming with you guys. Professor Wu has something for me. Send me a soft copy when you’re done, and I’ll meet you directly at the venue at 3:00.”

✧ [Chapter 2] ✧

The office building of the institution is located in the northwest corner of the school, surrounded by pines and bamboo. Victor walks through the gently swaying shadows of the trees in the corridor and knocks on the heavy door of the office.

“Come in.”

The professor behind the desk looks up from his computer and pats the chair next to him, motioning to Victor.

“I wanted to see you to have a chat about your term paper.”

After he sits down, Professor Wu turns the computer around,

“Your paper is very promising. Can you tell me a little about your thinking process for choosing this topic?”

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“Generally, along with a society developing economically, its industrial structure will also be transformed. This usually means the proportion of the tertiary industry will increase…”

Victor contemplates for a moment, and then elaborates in a methodical manner.

“Then, why didn’t you begin with the Baumol effect?”

“That’s indeed the mainstream research method.”

Victor explains calmly,

“But I think if we combine the actual data on the basis of the Ricardian model, we can strengthen the explanatory force.”

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Professor Wu nods unobtrusively and asks a few more follow-up questions from tricky angles. Faced with Victor’s logical and rigorous analysis, his gaze gradually displays the look of an unconcealed admiration. When Victor finishes his explanation, he strokes the teacup in his hand, looking thoughtful.

“The angle for your choice of topic is very new and original, and your reasoning is also very clear... Your paper is already at the level of a graduation thesis.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“I’m just stating the truth, nothing more.”

The professor pours a cup of hot tea once again.

“I wanted to see you for one more thing.”

“At this point in your junior year, it’s time to consider the next step.”

The professor says, pushing the cup of tea towards Victor,

“After you graduate next year, how about coming to me as a postgraduate student?”

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The scorching temperature of the tea passes through the porcelain cup and spreads on the palm of his hand. Through the dense steam, Victor’s gaze sweeps past the bookshelves in the back row of the office. “General Theory of Employment, Interest, and Money,” “The Field of Modern Economics and the Economy,”... each and every name of a well-known reputation in the Economics field are silently displayed on the spine of the books, and Professor Wu’s name is also among them.

No other explanation is necessary. Victor clearly understands that the path unfolding before him is a smooth and straightforward one, causing people to flock toward it.

With a professor as a guide, it will be much easier to plow through the field of economics. Perhaps within a few years’ time, his name will also appear here, silently overlooking countless students.

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Victor blinks, quietly averting his gaze from the bookshelves.

All that is all right. But he knows in his heart that this is not what he wants.

The investment world is indeed colder and more ever-changing than the academic world. But this is precisely what causes him to be intrigued–– there are numerous opportunities and dangers lurking in this field; the chips you have in your hand now could be wiped away overnight, or they could grow astonishingly like a snowball. Here, all judgments reveal their consequences in the most straightforward manner.

This is the only place where his ambitions and talents could be realized.

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“Thank you for your kind appreciation.”

He looks at the professor, his tone carrying with it a certainty,

“But I have decided that I want to start a business with my team.”

“I’d like to see what kind of future I can achieve with my capability.”

✧ [Chapter 3] ✧

“We formed a media company that offers a range of services including…”

Victor pushes open the back door of the classroom and is suddenly greeted with the sound of a staccato explanation. There is not even a single empty seat in the large classroom. The cold light of the projection on the podium reflects either the nervous or expectant faces of several hundred students off the stage. His gaze wanders around the lecture hall a few times, finally spotting the familiar four or five figures in the corner. At about the same time, Cao Lin notices him and waves his hand, making gestures:

“God Vic! Over here!”

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Victor passes through the back of the classroom. Just as he draws nearer, his arm is eagerly pulled by Yu Hong. He is one year above Victor and is in charge of the financial aspects of the project. Although he is the oldest among the teammates, Yu Hong is prone to being nervous when it comes to formal situations. Only a few moments have passed, and his face has already broken out in sweats,

“You really did hit the nail on the head. This battle is a big one!”

“I fear there are no less than forty groups present today.”

Some of them are hurriedly revising their speeches based on the experience of the previous groups, while speaking with anxiety,

“If the application is not approved, then…”

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“That won’t make much difference.”

Victor pushes down Yu Hong’s hand,

“We can control our costs by renting space in a slightly more remote location.”

“That’d be too far. What would we do about the back-and-forth trips?”

“That’s not a problem. We can make arrangements with the shuttle bus service for the morning and evening pick-ups.”

Victor’s eyes sweep over the faces of the group,

“Also, there’s no need to worry about it right now. I don’t think our project will be any less impressive than the others.”

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While they are conversing, the previous group’s project presentation has come to an end. The teachers in the front row turn their heads sideways to discuss something. Shortly after, they flip to the next page of the registration form,

“Group 9, be prepared to take the stage.”

The air that alleviated just a little becomes tense once again, and Victor hears Cao Lin next to him inhaling a deep breath. His fingertips curl up, and he takes the lead as he rises from his seat. A multitude of eyes rests upon him within an instant.

“Let’s go.”

He says in a low voice and strides down the flight of steps.

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Following Victor’s footsteps, the other team members ascend onto the stage in a single file. After the projector is connected, a clear and concise presentation of the project is immediately displayed on the screen.  Victor’s gaze unobtrusively glides across the stage, and he begins to explain in a profound voice,

“We are a team of entrepreneurs from the Department of Economics. This application is for an industrial project where investment is the main operation…”

“The next stage is to expand our target clientele beyond the campus to assimilate social investment…”

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The display of the project turns over page by page. Along with the rigorous narration of several people, a number of teacher exchange glances with each other rather approvingly. However, a female teacher sitting in the middle of the front row knits her brows into a frown. Victor’s heart shivers slightly. As luck will have it, the female teacher takes the lead with a difficult question in the question and answer session that follows:

“In terms of future profitability, your project is indeed remarkable. However, unlike outside Entrepreneurship Parks, the school does not prioritize profits.”

“I’ll be straight with you guys–– this project lacks social significance. Compared with the previous projects from the Department of Computer Science and the Department of Journalism, you guys don’t have any advantage.”

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The sound of restrained discussion immediately breaks out in the classroom. A few of the teachers nod thoughtfully, a little more scrutiny emerging in their gazes.

“But, but…”

Cao Lin parts his lips helplessly, a few drops of cold sweat sliding down the corners of his forehead.

“I agree with the teacher’s viewpoint.”

Victor takes the microphone and meets the eyes of the teacher off the stage, not even blinking his eyes,

“It’s true that the school’s Entrepreneurship Park should not be for utilitarian purposes.”

“But again, I also do not think that the social significance of this project is any less than the subject fields you’ve mentioned before.”

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“I agree with you that business practices can involve the addition or subtraction of assets, but this cannot comprise all the elements. Driven by business, the essential factors of production will operate in a more efficient manner, and society will change in line with the development of the industrial structure–– it’s a practical fact that is relevant to everyone’s life.”

Victor’s gaze sweeps across the audience. He pauses, as if he’s explaining something, and as if he’s making a kind of promise:

“And in our own way, we, too, will influence the world.”

✧ [Chapter 4] ✧

“The school will inspect the operation of the project on an academic year basis. If any violations are found, the right to use the park will be withdrawn immediately…”

“There is also a requirement for your CGPA. You guys must not let your entrepreneurial project interfere with your studies…”

At the office building of the school enterprise center, the teacher in charge of explaining the terms of use to the winning projects props her glasses up and describes the terms meticulously. As Victor writes down the contents in his diary one by one, he suddenly hears the voice drifting to his ears coming to a halt. He looks up, only to find that the teacher, who was particularly strict during the question and answer session, has lifted the corners of her lips into a small, imperceptible smile. Her voice seems to soften a little as she hands over the key,

“Your presentation was very good. Congratulations to you guys.”

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“Thank you.”

Victor lowers his eyes. The key is now in the palm of his hand, shining quietly with a warm coppery luster. The traces of being worn out is clearly visible on it. It’s only a light piece of metal, but it feels heavy as he holds it in his palm. He gently clenches his palm, and out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the faces of several people next to him turning thorough and thorough red. After walking out of the school building, Yu Hong is the first one to shout in excitement,

“We did it! We have our own zone now!”

“It was so close! I thought we would lose it in the question session… luckily, “God Vic” was quick to respond just in time!”

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Laughter, high fives… the pressure and exhaustion from running around for several days seem to dissipate into the air in this overflowing clamor. Victor looks at the group and finally lifts the corners of his lips,

“Let’s not waste time and go see the park.”

“Let’s go, let’s go. I’ve been curious for a long time!”

Making a racket, the group of people soon walks to the Entrepreneurship Park, which is a block away from the school. When they reach the gate, everyone falls silent in tacit agreement, watching as Victor inserts the key into the keyhole and turns it gently. In the next second, a neat and quiet space slowly unfolds in front of this group of youngsters.

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“From today onwards, this is our place? Why does it feel like a dream…”

“Then you keep dreaming. I’m putting my words here first. That desk by the window belongs to me, Senior Yu.”

…

Several of the youngsters habitually “roast” each other, then rush to scatter all around the office, taking in the surroundings where they will spend a long time in the coming days. Victor follows behind them unhurriedly; his gaze runs over the slightly congested desks and yellowed ceiling fans, then turns to the bright view outside the window–– although the decor, the tables, and chairs wear the traces of age, for a start-up team like theirs, this is already enough.

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“God Vic! Come and see this!”

A shout of surprise rings out behind him. Victor turns around and sees Cao Lin and the others huddling around a wall, excitedly filming something. As he approaches, Victor finds that there is a wall of memorials, filled with messages written by the previous generations of seniors who had started their own businesses. There are self-motivational words along with many motivational slogans–– the wordings are not lacking in brashness, but what cannot be concealed within them are the vigorous vitality and ambition.

“Let’s write something on it too… it will be a memento for us to see when we come back here after being away for half a lifetime.”

Cao Lin makes a genteel proposal. No one makes any jokes at this time, which is a rare occasion. In a serious and quiet atmosphere, this group of youngsters writes down their dreams, stroke by stroke.

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Accompanied by the uniform sound of brush strokes, Victor lifts his hand and solemnly writes a line on it:

“You can change the society with your values.”

✧ [Chapter 5] ✧

“Exam time is over. Everyone, now stop answering and pass your test paper from the back to the front.”

The invigilator’s voice rings out almost simultaneously with the bell. Victor puts down his pen, hands the test paper to the person in front of him, and releases a soft breath. It’s akin to a silent signal, declaring that the winter holidays have officially begun from this moment. Despite the reservation that the teacher hasn’t yet left, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly brightens up.

While the teacher is busy sorting out the test papers, Victor turns on his phone. Several messages pop up one after another at a gushing pace. He casually clicks on the text at the very top, and the moment he reads the content, he’s suddenly taken aback.

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“Vic, happy birthday! Have you ordered a cake for yourself today? Aunt has recently learned some new dishes. I’ll cook them for you when you come back…”

Victor blinks, then looks at the center of the screen as an afterthought: “13th January.”

For the previous month, he’s barely found any room for respite in his life. For the project, applying for the Entrepreneurship Park was only the first step. To bring in investments and attract more people to join, it involves product assessment as well as system evaluation… In the juggling between the park and school, time passes by in such a rush; to the extent that, he practically forgot today was his birthday.

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“Damn, the last exam is finally done!”

At the back, Yu Hong lets out a long sigh of relief, casually conversing with the people around him,

“I’ve booked a flight, and I can be on the slopes galloping by noon tomorrow!”

“I’m going straight back home. My mom urged me several times.”

Cao Lin says, patting Victor on the shoulder,

“God Vic, what about you? What’s your plan?”

“I’m not going back. I’ll stay behind to push the project.”

Victor replies concisely. His eyes sweep over the message of blessings sent by his father, and he briefly explains his decision to stay on campus during the vacation. When he lifts his head again, he’s met with Cao Lin’s slightly hesitant gaze.

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“You’re striving too hard, aren’t you?”

Cao Lin’s tone is a little hesitant,

“The project has only just started, and we haven’t gotten any business yet. Why are you throwing away your vacation now?”

The other person behind him doesn’t say anything, and his expression reveals a bit of approval. Yu Hong at the side seems to be unable to look past it and frowns at Cao Lin,

“Are you unclear about the logic? The more we can’t progress, the more we have to rush in to draw investments, don’t we?”

He says and looks at Victor,

“I was careless before. I’ll come back after skiing the day after tomorrow, and I’ll stay here with you during the holidays.”

“No, I didn’t mean anything else by it…”

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“Today should be the last time we will be able to meet before school starts.”

Victor says as he flips open his diary,

“Let’s start by reporting on the progress of our respective work. Cao Lin, how is the market research analysis going?”

“I’ve been occupied with the exams for the past few days and haven’t started yet. I––”

“Yu Hong.”

Victor’s gaze turns to the next person,

“What about the financial budget you’re in charge of?”

“Almost done. I’ll give it to you in a couple of days.”

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As the report submitting process progresses one by one, some people’s faces gradually grow embarrassed–– those who get the opportunity to be admitted into the Economics Department after the college entrance exam are gifted. Even if no one has spoken up yet to denounce anything, their self-esteem cannot stand the blow of this kind of comparison.

Victor listens calmly as the last person finishes his report and closes the diary in his hand, not gently but not heavily either,

“It’s my own choice to stay at school during vacation, and I’m not imposing everyone to follow up on the project here.”

“It’s your personal freedom to plan your vacation. I don’t want to interfere with that.”

Victor says, gliding his gaze over the group,

“However, no delay in the progress is allowed.”

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“It’s a company, not a school group project anymore.”

Without further delay, Victor picks up his bag and gets up to leave. The moment he steps out of the classroom, there seem to be hesitant murmurs coming from behind him. It’s akin to questioning, and also akin to soliloquizing,

“...will anyone really invest in a start-up company that hasn’t been around for a long time? Isn’t that a bit too ambitious?”

Victor doesn’t stop in his footsteps. Those chaotic voices are reminiscent of a gloomy shadow, and he leaves them behind in the school building without looking back.

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On the way to the Entrepreneurship Park, he habitually pulls out his phone and searches for new investors–– he can’t remember exactly how many attempts he’s made during this period.

And it doesn’t really matter.

✧ [Chapter 6] ✧

The days are always particularly short in winter. It seems that merely within a flash, the sky outside the window is tinted with the dusky colors of twilight, and the sound of tapping the keyboard fades a little along with it. Victor takes his eyes off the screen and lifts his head to turn on the ceiling light at his workstation. When he returns to his seat, he happens to catch his phone screen lighting up for an instant. 

“The project looks quite promising. We can make an appointment for a face-to-face meeting and begin with further evaluation.”

It’s a message from an investor.

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Victor’s fingertips freeze in the air for a moment, almost invisibly. A few moments later, he lifts his hand and replies:

“Of course, we can meet at your convenient time.”

With a few words, he forwards the messages to the workgroup. In just a few seconds, messages suddenly continue to pop up one after another in the previously silent group.

“F*ck! Someone is really coming to review our project?”

“Thank goodness I didn’t buy a train ticket yet… wait, I’ll go to the park tomorrow to sort out the materials!”

“I can complete the stuff I have within tomorrow. What do we have to prepare next?”

…these people.

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Victor sighs softly at his phone, and even he is unaware that his own expression has quietly softened a little bit. After arranging the next steps of the tasks, he glances at his phone and finds that it’s already past eleven.

Studies, work… even his birthday isn’t any different from regular days, and it’s still occupied with all kinds of things. Now, this less than an hour that he has left, it seems that it truly belongs to him and him alone.

Perhaps now, he can do something else.

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Victor contemplates. Almost subconsciously, he opens his social networks and begins to search for news related to the orphanage incident–– for several years now, he never gave up on the thought of finding the girl. For him, it has become almost an instinct.

His eyes scan over page after page of news, most of the contents of which he has already browsed countless times. Occasionally, one or two pieces of new information pop up, but it can be easily told that they are obvious fabrications. Victor’s gaze lingers on the “no new news” prompt for a few seconds. After pondering for a while, he posts an anonymous search post.

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He is going to wait a little longer. If there’s still no news, he will look for a different method… Victor thinks as he presses the Enter key. Kneading his forehead, he suddenly thinks of something and logs into his private email.

There is no blessing sent by his mother.

–

[Important Tidbits]: It’s a reference to his 5th birthday story~ ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

–

Just like the office at the moment, his mailbox is empty and deserted. But after all these years, he has also long since gotten accustomed to this feeling of emptiness. His gaze pauses on the inbox page for a second, then he retreats and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes a little wearily.

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He doesn’t have to worry for the moment. There will be more possibilities in the next year. The company should be welcoming more opportunities; perhaps he will receive blessings from his mother, and perhaps he will find her soon. As Victor thinks, he suddenly hears a very faint rustling sound drifting to his ears. Victor subconsciously inclines his head and looks toward the source of the sound, finding that it has started to snow outside the window at some point.

The flurry of snowflakes descends from the sky, quietly and ardently dancing across the horizon, akin to a wordless present.

Victor quietly stares like this for a while, the corners of his lips lifting softly.

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This year’s birthday has indeed been a little cold and lonely, but that’s okay.

The best gift of all–– he will give it to himself in the future.

—

Birthday Date: here!

—

[ahogarmesll]

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[atomicami]

masterlist

✿ fluff | ✄ smut | ✹ angst | ✎ coming soon/wip

✧ abigail a.

contractor!abby collection:

quick fix ✄

after four years of staying away from the daughter of your dad’s competition, a broken TV leads you to break that rule.

surprise visit ✄

you’re still reeling after your first encounter with abby, so you pay her a visit at work. turns out she feels the same.

close call ✄

it’s the night before the annual bake sale, and abby needs your touch now more than ever.

charity work ✄

abby starts to crave something sweet at the holiday bake sale, and it definitely isn’t the desserts you’re selling.

bull ride ✄ LATEST

abby catches you riding the mechanical bull at a bar, and she gives you something else to ride on instead.

tattoo artist!abby collection:

tattoo artist!abby headcanons ✿ ✄

the post that started it all.

special snapshot ✄

in which sneaking a special photograph turns into a private photo session.

others:

all clear ✄

college au: the night flies by slow for you at a halloween party, until an encounter with a certain classmate changes that.

the perfect fit ✄

model!abby x fashion designer!reader: you’re starting your new job at armani as a fashion designer, and despite the fact that you can’t stand your chosen model, you also can’t help but be into her too.

comfort crowd ✹ ✄

bfm!abby x reader: when you find out that your boyfriend’s been cheating on you, you receive comfort from the person you’d least expect—his mother.

vengeance ✄

roommate!abby x reader: your roommate finds a way for you to get back at your boyfriend and his awful habits. (1k special)

✧ dina w.

overnight sensation (smau) ✿ ✹

dina x latina masc!reader: in which two artists with different music tastes attempt to form a song together…and maybe a little more than that.

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[autonomymodifications]

✄ Heello.

✄ Faawn wiill bee unnable too moonitor thhis bllog whhile imm awway. Thherefore annswers maay taake loonger.

✄ Thhank yoou foor yoour unnderstanding

[undeniablereckoningart]

[technicolorbirds]

Swearing with sk8

When I write for a new character, one of the first things I ask myself is, "how many times is this character allowed to say fuck?" The answer varies every time with exceptions and - think the world's most useless D&D class modifier. Thus was born the Fuck Laws.

The Fuck Laws are a set of stipulations and rules that make up when and where a character will/can swear.

Anyway for no reason at all here are the Laws for the Sk8 crew.

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Cherry- Cherry is a stressed adult with three kids and a husband who is Pure of Heart, Dumb of Ass, and as per the Law, is allowed full access to unlimited Fucks. However, he makes the choice to refrain unless he sees one of his children hurt themselves in a particularly brainless manner.

Joe- Joe says fuck. Joe says fuck, and will pretend to be shocked and aghast in the face of any of the children saying Fuck, but video evidence provided by Shadow leaves him guilty beyond reasonable doubt of his crimes. He was found guilty on the charge of laughing as Miya spit profanities at the racist middle schoolers on his Xbox but is pardoned for paying Reki 15 dollars for each time he curses out a bully and drops a name.

Miya- Miya is Not An Adult, so technically, he is allowed no Fucks'. Nevertheless, he is covered under the edgy middle schooler policy; which states that he may swear, but it may not be executed well. "Get- uh, go fuck your self you loser bitch." He gets the point across but he has a lot to learn. As seen above, he is practicing diligently and improving by the minute.

Langa- Langa has a limited amount of Fucks. He can swear and bouts of anger and passion, especially in regards to a known wanted criminal, Reki. He is prone to expending his Fucks more quickly when Reki is sad.

Reki- Reki is the slyest, quickest Fuck bandit around. Somehow he has the worst mouth of all of them but not once has he slipped up in front of a parental figure or child- Miya, once again falling under the middle schooler policy, being exempt. In spite of this, Reki is mostly a wholesome user of his abilities; choosing to use curse words to emphasize his humor more often than not. He can't curse when he's sad but Langa picks up his slack.

Shadow- Shadow has two sets of Laws. When he is at work, he is allowed no Fucks, with exceptions being made for occasional D-B level swears (i.e. damn, hell, shit. The works, you know, as a treat.) At S, Shadow is Lost in the Sauce and won't be chained down to the rules of society. He'll curse at your baby. Fuck that loud ass baby. He's known for creative cursing as well, having an uncanny knack for finding ways to make a sentence feel worse without containing swears at all. For example, shouting, "Someones' Jimmies are seeming a little rustled, care to let me readjust?!" as he throws a couple of firecrackers at some poor suckers' feet. It just leaves you feeling a little ickier. Please just swear, Sir, we’re begging you.

-Above all, an exception can be made in direct reference to Adam. Everyone is allowed to swear at Adam.

...that's that on that I guess, Ka-chow

[ladyofbonten]

Welcome to the Underground

☆Rocky☆22☆she/they☆INFJ☆Virgo☆

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✄ Rules of the Underground ✄

✄ Masterlist ✄

✄ Tags Context ✄

Fandom's I'm willing to write for (But please understand that it doesn’t mean I’ll write for every character for each fandom):

-Haikyuu!!

-Tokyo Revengers

-My Hero Academia

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Sk8 The Infinity

-Demon Slayer

-Fire Force

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[woniesbakery]

-ˏˋ ENHYPEN MASTERLIST ˊˎ-

KEY

(f) fluff , (a) angst , (s) series

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・❥・ lee heeseung

[ newbury park ] - “fuck you for wasting my love” (a)

・❥・ park jongseong

nothing here yet !

・❥・ park sunghoon

nothing here yet !

・❥・ sim jaeyun

[ love lies ] - “ykw i don’t care date her for all i care” (s)

[ 11:53 pm ] - “love really does lie” (a)

[ from a distance ] - “better to love you from a distance” (a)

・❥・ kim sunoo

nothing here yet !

・❥・ yang jungwon

nothing here yet !

・❥・ nishimura riki

nothing here yet !

・❥・ ot7

[ enhypen as conversations i’ve had w/ my friends ]

[ hyung line series/smau recs ]

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