#Do My Statistics Assignment Project

[thecruellestmonth]

Oddly high number of my fave fic writers rn: Man, I miss writing my amazing fic so much. Unfortunately I'm working on my doctoral thesis.

[muse-write]

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[ginghamrose]

Lord knows I royally fucked up multiple times this semester and yet I prevailed

[inthelibrarybtw]

you want me to pretend? | five

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pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, inaccurate school system talk

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 0.6k

authors note: we're back, literally. there will be more flashbacks in the future so stay tuned. Also I made a playlist with the songs up to this part.

04 | 05 | 06

Sophomore year - 2022

Statistics. You weren’t the biggest fan of the class, yet you took it every semester of your major. One positive thing this class brought you was Kelce. You and Kelce had met thanks to your moms when you were kids and had also gone to kindergarten together. You had moved houses, and when it was time for elementary school, you belonged to a new district, so you didn’t attend the same one as Kelce. But life brought the two of you back together last year in this very same class. As a freshman, you thought you wouldn’t know anyone, but there was the familiar face with whom you had shared so many memories. Kelce didn’t hesitate to talk to you, and it felt like no time had passed. 

This was supposed to be the second class, but the professor was sick last week, so there was no class. Even if this was the first class, he was already assigning a project. It was small, but it had to be done in groups of no fewer than three people, and those groups would remain for the rest of the semester. 

“You can work with us,” Kelce said. 

“Us who?” you asked, confused; he was alone. 

“He is late; he had an impromptu basketball meeting.” Just as on cue, the guy Kelce had been talking about walked into the class, excusing himself to the professor and standing in front of you. 

“You’re in my seat,” he said in a gentle tone. 

“Well, you weren’t here.” You gave him a little smile and added, 

“I think I can forgive you just because of that smile,” he smirked. 

“Just sit down, Rafe,” Kelce motioned to his friend, and you just stared at him. 

After the class ended, Kelce formally introduced the two of you and mentioned that he would create a group chat to talk when needed. You said goodbye to both and left for your next class.

“So, how long have you known her?” Rafe asked Kelce.

“Since when do you care how long I’ve known someone?”

“Since today,” he paused. “Now answer.” Kelce chuckled.

“Since we were kids; our moms are friends. You would’ve met her if she hadn’t moved away before we started elementary school.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

“Why would I mention it before?… Wait! You liked her,” Kelce laughed as they walked out of class.

“Not to be that guy, but have you seen her? Why wouldn’t I like her?”

“Have some backbone, would you? You don’t even know her.”

“And that’s your fault! Why have you kept her hidden?” Kelce laughed out loud again.

“I haven’t kept her hidden.”

“Do you like her?”

“Calm down, would you? No, I don’t like her. She is pretty, but she’s not my type, and I’ve known her for so long I can’t see her that way.”

“I didn’t know you knew Rafe,” Sarah says as you both make your way inside the coffee shop.  

“I don’t; Kelce introduced us yesterday in statistics class, and now we are working together as a group.”  

“That’s nice. He’s pretty good with numbers.”  

“Good to know. I’m not a big fan,” you said, chuckling softly. “How do you know him?”  

“Oh, he is my cousin. We were born almost at the same time and grew up together,” Sarah smiled.  

“It’s like you are siblings.”  

“Oh, we definitely treat each other like siblings sometimes,” she laughs.  

You both continued talking and decided to order because the guys weren’t showing up, and Ruthie had told you that she was going to be late because she had forgotten to buy groceries. After you two had ordered, you sat and continued talking while scrolling through your phones.

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[imjustdreamingig]

Jesus, what's a girl to do?

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Robin meddles, Steve is clueless, and you're freaking out. So a regular day.

A/N: i genuinely have no idea where this came from, i legit posted the first part like 2 years ago. but I guess I want to start actually writing more? idk! we shall see. anyways, this fic stems from my (occasional) exhaustion to shy!reader and i'm basing this more on how horrifically i acted around the guys i would like even tho i consider myself an extrovert. enjoy whatever this is??? and lmk if u want a part 3! also this is not proof read so bear w me

warnings: sfw, swearing, uhhh i think that's it???

You were screwed. Absolutely, terribly, fucking screwed.

You were also very angry at your mother, giving her a glare every time she glanced your way at the dinner table. She merely gave you a wink in return, not understanding the true implications of her actions.

"So, Steve," your mom began as she cut a bit of the chicken on her plate, "you play basketball, right? Is that something you want to keep doing in university?" This time, you openly stared at your mom, trying to telepathically convey that you would literally kill her if she kept talking. You haven't made up your mind if you're joking or not.

Steve cleared his throat, "Yeah, I do, I'd say I'm pretty good at it, too. Wherever I end up going, I'll probably join their team for fun." He turned to you after taking a bite of his meal, smirking. "You like basketball too, right?"

You choked on your water, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. You looked at Steve properly for practically the first time that night, but your voice never wavered. "No, not really, why?"

He turned back to his food, amusement gracing his voice. "Well, I see you and Robin sitting together at every game, even the away ones, so I just assumed." If your face could sport a visible blush, you knew it would be a bright red, hot, mess.

"Well, I- I get dragged by Robin because she doesn't like sitting alone or going to random schools by herself like, half an hour away. Do you even watch the news? Girls by themselves are basically the perfect bait for random kidnappings and stuff, especially girls in high school, like I mean the statistics for-"

"Y/N" You're rambling is halted by your mother's voice. Steve is looking at you in bemusement. You are contemplating death. The situation is not looking good.

"Could you grab me some water from the kitchen, with ice," your mother said with a strained smile, holding out her glass. You grab it and push your chair out. "Sure, yeah," you replied. As you made your way to the kitchen, your mind replays the last hour of the events that have transpired, wondering what you could've possibly done in your past life to deserve this.

How could your own mother, the woman who birthed you, ask the hottest guy in your grade if he wanted to stay for dinner and not consult you first, all whilst knowing you had the most ridiculous crush on the guy.

Betrayed by the ones closest to you. This is probably how Julius Caesar felt.

After overcoming your initial shock, and lets face it, mortification of being paired up with Steve for your English project, you attempted to the best of your abilities to push down your feelings and remain professional in order to actually work on the project and make sure you got an A. Your grades would not suffer over a stupid crush on a stupid boy, that's where you drew the line. Unfortunately, this plan was not working out so well.

It was actually failing, horrifically at that.

It had been about a month since the semester started and the project had been assigned—a complex analysis of a classic book of your choice and how that particular novel has inspired the creation of others and advanced its genre. You had to write a collaborative essay to hand in to your teacher, as well as create an interactive presentation for your classmates explaining your chosen novel.

This was all due at the end of the semester and you'd be given no in class time to work on it since you had an ample amount time to work on it outside of school. It would also replace the need for a final exam, which was great news. When your teacher had explained the project, you were ecstatic, knowing exactly what book you wanted to do: Pride and Prejudice.

Then, you remembered who you had to do the project with, this huge, daunting, complex, project, where you would need to interact with your partner in close proximity for an extended period of time. You felt faint.

Steve, in his defence, had tried to approach you on multiple occasions to try and figure out when you two should meet to try and start the project. But, obviously, whenever you saw so much as a glimpse of him in the hallway, you would make yourself scarce.

The only time he would actually be able to talk to you was in your shared English class. Robin was beginning to go crazy at your increasingly outlandish excuses as to why you couldn't meet up with Steve after school in order to work on your project.

"Oh sorry, my mom needs my help on some stuff tonight."

"I have to take my brother to soccer practice."

"I can't today, I have an eye doctor appointment."

"My dog actually needs to go to the vet, she's sick, sorry."

"My family and I are going on a road trip this weekend, so I'm not free."

"My sister broke her leg uh— skiing, and she needs help writing stuff for school."

"Funny story, Robin has a crazy ex thats trying to get her to meet up with him again, and I have to help her slash their tires and like, do girl stuff, it's personal, so I'm not free, maybe next week though?"

That last excuse is what caused Robin to snap. She knew that Steve knew that you were making shit up, Robin has never even been in a relationship, let alone have an ex. Also, you didn't even have a sister, what gives!

You also had no clue exactly how close the pair had gotten due to working together at the video store and that she'd told Steve she was into girls. Therefore, like the great best friend she was, Robin decided it was time she intervened, for everyones sake really, but mostly yours.

"God," you sighed, "I never thought I would be so into arms, like not the huge, bulging one, you know? All veiny and red, that just scares me, hello, his are just ones that are like slightly defined, but have a very obvious outline of muscle, like I can tell he's strong, and fuck, his biceps, is it bad that I want to like, bite them? Because every time I look and him and he's fixing his hair I just keep getting this urge to—wait where are you going? Robin? Ok, OK! I'll stop, I promise! Come back!"

If Robin had to hear another anecdote about how you wanted to bite his arms, she was going to puke.

Your continuous blabbering about how good Steve's hair looked or how good those jeans looked on him and your inability to have one proper conversation with him or stay in the same room as him for longer than two minutes was making her go insane. She couldn't take it anymore.

So, Robin devised a plan, which one day she was sure you would thank her for—hopefully.

First, she inconspicuously made sure that you had nothing planned for Thursday night, already knowing you were free but wanting to double check that no random stuff had come up.

Then, she called your mom, who absolutely adored Robin. She told her about your situation and how if she did nothing, your infatuation for Steve was literally going to give her an aneurysm. Robin would tell you that she wanted to hang out Thursday night so you would get ready, but instead of her showing up, it would be Steve.

Not surprisingly, your mom agreed to Robin's crazy plan. She thought it was about time you got a boyfriend. You had already talked about Steve so much to her anyways, but any time she would tell you to just try talking to the guy, you vehemently refused.

"Mom, are you insane, I'm not going to do that," you scoffed as if literally just having a conversation with another person was the most insane idea in the world.

"Mija, how else are you supposed to get to know people if you can't speak to them? Besides, you never seem to have a problem talking back to me whenever we have an argument," you mom shrugged as she continued folding the laundry you were helping her with.

"Oh come on," you sighed exasperatedly, "that's not the same thing and you know it."

"I'm just saying, by the looks of it, I don't think I'll be a grandmother."

"Mom, what, hello!?"

Getting Steve to show up at your house was easier than Robin thought. She conveniently told him right before the beginning of their shift on Thursday that you'd told Robin that they should all get together at your house to finally get started on the project. Robin smiled a bit wider than necessary when Steve enthusiastic agreed to go.

When Robin gave Steve your address and told him that she would be over a little later because she left some stuff at her house, that no, she didn't need a ride and that no, she was fine walking, Steve was none the wiser to her actual plan.

As Robin saw Steve pull out of her driveway and making his way to your house, she gave herself a mental pat on the back and started thinking about what movie she should watch after dinner, knowing that the school day tomorrow would be very entertaining.

When Steve rang your doorbell, he was still clueless about the real intentions of Robin's plan, but when you opened the door and he saw your eyes go wide and your mouth drop slightly open, almost as if you weren't expecting to see him, something clicked in his head.

This was going to be fun.

[highway-143]

savior- yang jungwon

genre: fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, vampire au, answer to this ask

pairing: vampire!jungwon x fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko (open taglist)

word count: 2.9k

now playing: still monster- enhypen

a.n- loll this is my first wonnie fic so im kinda excited lmao... also uhhh i had to bring some of &team in to this one like how could i not 😫😫😫

tw: mentions of pedophilia, profanity, gang rape (ugh its part of the plot ToT), fingering, general vampire activities, probs more idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

"when's the project due?"

minjae scrolls through her phone, trying to find the assignment on canvas. all the other students in your class are milling around the room, talking with their partners and figuring out the right topic.

"uhh..." she clicks a few more times. "april 14th. two weeks. we definitely have enough time."

you sigh, tapping your fingers on the desk. "what do you want it to be about?"

"i dont know..." she murmurs. "maybe world war II? that's always a safe option."

"we could try the vietnam war?"

"what about the holocaust specifically? like dive in depth to that." minjae chews on her fingernails, a habit you quickly discovered since you met her.

you grab her hand and pull it away from her mouth. "you need to stop. but yeah, that sounds like a good topic."

you feel a presence to your side, and see yuma leaning on the end of the long table.

"what's up?"

he smiles at minjae and turns to look at you. "so, y/n... are you free on saturday?"

"yeah, why?" you look at minjae, and she gives you her 'excited eyes'

"i thought you might like to come with me to a basketball game. the team is playing that day."

you grin, a little too elated. you had known yuma for a while now, you two were friends at best.

"yeah, that sounds awesome! text me the details!"

he smirks, nods, and walks away, leaving you and minjae giggling at each other.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

minjae sits on the edge of your bed, rambling about her statistics teacher.

thank god you didn't take that class. from what she said, he sounded like an asshole.

"- and he expects us to understand how to solve the questions without actually teaching us how to do them! he sucks!"

you laugh and flop onto your bed, closing your eyes and smiling.

"yo bro.... who got you smiling like that??" says minjae.

you giggle, kicking your legs into the air. "yumaaaaa..." you draw out the last syllable, a stupid grin on your face.

minjae chuckles. "girl, you're so down bad for him."

"i know!" you say, throwing a pillow at her.

she throws it back at you. "i still can't believe he asked you out!!"

"me too! i can't wait for saturday, oh my godddd."

"only three more days!"

you both scream, the shrieks turning to a fit of giggles as you roll around on the bed.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

"hey, what do you think you're doing?"

you were about to sit in a chair in your chem class, a random one that wasn't occupied.

"uh... sitting down?" you say to the boy standing in front of you. he had thick black hair, bangs framing his face that probably would have been cute if not for the scowl he was giving you.

"no, you aren't. " he grabs your arm and pulls you away from the chair, sitting down in it before you could react.

he smirks and props his feet up on the desk, nodding to you. "thanks princess."

you stutter, confused. "um... what the fuck? who the hell are you?"

he laughs. "jungwon. and this is my seat. i sit here every single class."

you roll your eyes. "okay bud. whatever."

jerk.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

you keep bumping into jungwon after that.

it was almost like he was following you.

he was at the food court entrance when you walked in, outside the bathrooms when you needed to touch up your makeup, working at the starbucks you decided to get a drink from.

everywhere.

you were relieved for the break on saturday

you and minjae were in your dorm, she helped you pick out an outfit, cargo jeans, a baby tee, and a light grey hoodie. you were touching up your makeup when you heard the knock rattle the door.

minjae opened the door to reveal yuma, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

you shot each other a quick look.

he was handsome.

"hey yuma!" you say, clipping in your second earring. "just a sec!"

he grins and leans against the doorframe, watching you zip ypur hoodie halfway up in the mirror.

"you look really pretty," he says, looking you up and down. "damn"

you blush and he steps to the side so you can walk out the door.

you glance back at minjae, who is jumping up and down, mouth open in a silent scream of excitement.

yuma walks you through the campus to the stadium on the other side.

"-so yeah, i think drake is the best modern day rapper."

you laugh. "uh, i'm pretty sure that title goes to kendrick. i mean, isn't drake a pedo?"

he grins. "fair. but his songs are catchier than kendrick's."

"oh, so not like us is just being thrown to the side?!" you act offended, covering your mouth with your hand as if you were in a 50's movie.

"okay, i'll give him that one. it's an earworm for sure though"

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

the game was amazing. your school won, leaving your end of the court screaming and cheering. everyone was high on the energy from the game.

yuma walked with you in the darkness, staying close to your side.

"over here, i know a shortcut."

he walks down an alley. you hesitate before following, unsure of whether you should go the same way.

"yuma, are you sure that's the right way?"

"im sure!" he calls, waving his arm for you to follow him.

you take a few reluctant steps between the two tall buildings on either side of the walkway.

and then you hear a rustle behind you.

you look for yuma.

he's gone.

"yu-!" a hand claps over your mouth.

you try to scream as fingers bury into your waist, try to call for help as you feel yourself get carried deeper into the alley.

but your efforts are futile.

you bite down on the hand covering your mouth.

"ah shit!" says the voice of a man. "little bitch!"

he slaps you on the cheek.

you're pinned against the wall, two boys pinning you by your arms against the rough bricks.

the one who covered your mouth is in front of you. tall, fairly attractive with dark eyes and black hair.

"nice job yuma. got us a pretty little slut to use."

"yuma!" you yell, head spinning to see him standing a few feet away. "what are you doing?!"

he laughs, a smirk forming on his face. "naive, aren't you?"

he watches as the one in front of you steps closer and places a hand on your jaw.

"so beautiful... oh this is going to be fun"

you whimper as his hands drag down your chest, manhandling your breasts and pulling your shirt up. you feel tears start to form in your eyes.

"please don't." you plead, arms straining against your prison between the two others. "please"

the tall one laughs. "nice try, princess."

you sob when he pinches your nipples, your body squirming under his touch.

he runs his hands to your jeans, popping the button.

"let's see that pretty little cunt, huh baby?"

you kick him, foot landing right in his stomach.

he flinches and grabs his chest, laughing as he looks up at your teary eyes.

"big mistake, bitch"

he yanks down your pants while the two others hold your legs steadily.

you feel the rough fabric fall to your ankles and the tall one's hands knead your thighs.

"yuma, she's fucking sexy"

yuma walks closer, grabbing your chin and forcing your tear-ridden eyes to look at his.

"you're so lucky nicholas knows how to treat a girl. if it was any of the others you'd already be split apart on one of their dicks."

you sob even harder, your body numb with fear as nicholas hooks a finger under your black panties and drags them down your bruising thighs.

"nicho, go easy on her." says the one on your left. "save some of her for the rest of us."

"the little slut's gonna take what we give her maki, don't you worry."

nicholas drags a finger through your folds, watching your body writhe under his touch.

"stay still."

you stop, afraid. he grips your hip with one hand while the other works around your cunt.

"good fucking girl" says yuma, and he crashes his lips onto yours, capturing every sound that you made as nicho's finger slid into your pussy.

you try to pull away from yuma, try to move your arms, but you're too well restrained.

nicho's finger curls inside of you, and you cry impossibly harder.

and then they all freeze.

nicholas stops moving his fingers.

yuma pulls away.

even maki and the other boy holding you down grip your limbs less tight.

because at the end of the alley, theres a figure.

it looks like another boy. at first, you were afraid that he was there to help your attackers.

but their reactions weren't ones that were a response to assistance.

the guy starts running towards where you were, his features slowly becoming more and more visible.

jungwon.

you almost start crying more.

"what the fuck is going on here?" he grabs yuma by the bicep, pulling him away from you.

"y/n?"

you nod, tears streaking down your red cheeks.

"this doesn't concern you" says nicholas, his face a mixture of guilt and anger as he stands up and pulls his hand away from your cunt. "you can leave."

"no, i think you can." jungwon turns to maki. "take your fucking hands off of her or i swear to god i'm going to chop them off and shove them so far up your ass that you can taste them in your bloodthirsty throats."

the one on your right laughs. "yeah, we're the bloodthirsty ones."

"fuma's right. you're the damn vampire here, don't think we can't sense it." says maki.

"okay, and i'm not the ones raping her. get your fucking hands off."

yuma scoffs. "no. we found her first. you can have her when we're done."

jungwon slaps yuma across the face, his fist plunging into maki's nose only seconds later.

he pulls you from fuma's arms and drags you behind him. you watch in horror as nicholas grabs his wrist and punches his stomach.

jungwon groans, doubling over. all you can do is stand in shock as you watch the four close in on jungwon.

but they don't.

because he reaches for fuma, grabs him by the shoulders, and sinks his teeth into his neck.

you gasp, watching as blood spilled from fuma's neck and the others pause out of shock.

fuma goes limp, his body falling to the ground as jungwon licks his lips and wipes away blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"who's next?"

the others take one look at each other and bolt out of the alley. jungwon chuckles as he watches yuma trip over his feet.

you fall to the ground, knees giving out under you. sobs rack through your body, shoulders shaking as jungwon kneels beside you.

"hey.... hey, y/n.... god, you look terrible." he rubs your back taking your hand in his. "i mean, not terrible.... just hurt."

you can't stop crying, your breathing uneven and erratic next to jungwon.

"let's go home, come on." he pulls you up to stand with him, grabbing your pants and bringing them back up your legs.

you drag your shirt down to cover your chest, utterly embarrased and exposed.

the tears fall in rivulets down your face. your hair is a mess, mascara smeared and makeup splotchy.

jungwon puts an arm over your shoulder and walks you out of the alley, taking slow steps to match your pace.

people stare as you walk by, disheveled and crying. the smeared blood on jungwon's lower lip didn't help either.

he knocked on your door, and minjae opened it with excitement.

that turned quickly into fear.

"y/n! what the- fuck, are you okay?!" you sob louder as jungwon walks you to your bed.

"i'll tell you later, hang on." he lets you sit on the mattress, taking your jacket off your shoulders.

minjae hands him a plastic water bottle and some pills.

"melatonin and tylenol." she practically whispers.

jungwon uncaps and hands you the bottle, then the medicine.

he and minjae watch as you slowly drink, handing the bottle back to jungwon.

"i-" your voice cracks. "i... think i'll go to bed now. thank you."

jungwon nods with sad eyes, pulling back the covers of your bed and letting you slide underneath the cool sheets.

he watches as you curl up, reaching for a pillow and holding it in your arms as you bury your head into the soft cushion.

you let him stay, sitting next to you and rubbing your knee over the blankets. he looks at minjae when you fall asleep, and she stares at him like she wants to kill him.

"what the actual fuck happened to her?"

"i found her in an alley, there were four guys holding her down, starting to rape her."

minjae sits down in her chair, eyes wide and mouth open in fear.

"who were they? what happened to yuma?"

"he..." jungwon looks back at you, fast asleep.

peaceful.

"he was one of them."

minjae looks like she's about to smack somebody. "oh my god, that little motherfucking piece of shit. i should've known."

jungwon sighs. "no, nobody could've. he's never done this before."

the two sit in silence. jungwon reaches for your face and brushes a piece of hair away from where it was resting on your nose.

"who are you?"

"jungwon. i'm in her chemistry class. i work at the starbucks down the road."

she nods. "i've seen you before..."

he watches you snore, your arms curling into the pillow as if it were a real person.

"i should go. i'll come back to check on her tomorrow."

minjae sighs. "okay. see ya. thank you for bringing her home though."

"of course."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)

minjae doesn't leave your side the next day.

she sat with you while you laid on your bed, trying your hardest not to cry when you thought about the way yuma betrayed you, the way you were pinned to the wall and touched.

the way nicholas invaded you.

jungwon came to visit in the afternoon.

he brought a coffee, the same one you ordered before, and a bag of candy.

you gave him a quiet hug when he walked in, arms wrapping around his chest in a silent thanks.

he was taken aback, but quickly pulled you closer and held you tight. his hand threaded through your hair, rubbing the back of your head while your tears soaked into his shirt.

minjae mouths a 'thank you' to jungwon. he nods, and she intterupts your hug.

"i'm gonna go run some errands. i'll be back in a few hours." she says, grabbing her purse and keys and walking out the door.

"how are you feeling?" jungwon asks, pulling away to look at your makeupless face.

"better."

"that's good... i brought you this!" he says, smiling and handing you the coffee and assorted chocolates. "i would've come sooner but i had to work."

you grin. "that's sweet, thank you. oh, and i meant to ask you, what the hell was last night?"

"what do you mean?" he sits on your desk chair, spinning it to face where you were on the bed.

"what do i mean? what the fuck you did to fuma! is he fucking dead? where in the world did that come from?!"

jungwon sighs, head drooping down and elbows resting on his knees.

"you promise to actually listen?"

you nod, a little nervous.

"so uh.... yeah, you heard them. vampire. uhh... they're right, i am. there are only a few of us out there, i've only ever met one, and he lives in barcelona. but the guys that... attacked... you, they kind of.... hunt us? and i guess they knew i was watching you and thought that would be an easy way to get to me."

you look at him like he had lost his mind.

he probably had.

"you were watching me?"

he laughs. "that's what sticks out the most there?"

you nod. "i mean, you have evidence, it's kinda obvious by the way you fucking ate fuma. so yeah, unless you want me to cry and scream and throw a fit then i want to know why you were watching me."

"i mean... okay," he chuckles. "i guess i liked you... you were cool, funny, pretty with an even prettier smile. so... i guess i became a stalker."

you giggle. "a cute one though"

he smirks "so i'm cute? chat, she thinks im cute!" he does a little dance in the chair, and you feel yourself smile.

"there it is!"

"there what is?"

"the smile that made me fall for you in the first place. i thought i wouldn't get to see it again." he says, eyes softening.

"i think only you can bring it out of me for now."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)

a.n- chat i think i cooked but idk.... i think it could be better but my motivation is slowly dwindling help ToT

anyways ilysm ty for reading (if you finished it haha) and please like/reblog if you liked it!

[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - two ! case file

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 0.7k wc, statistics of ppl going missing but idk if it’s accurate, talking about bodies (once), mention of killing/death

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[2024.9.30 - y.j choi / m.j kim interview : contacts #3 & #4]

contacted list : s.y kwon (1), j.y sim (2), y.j choi (3), m.j kim (4)

RIKI : are you okay with this interview being recorded and transcribed, especially in the event of these audio clips possibly being publicized?

YEONJUN : yes, i don’t mind.

MINJAE : [nods]

JUNGWON : minjae, sir. we’re gonna need you to verbally agree into the mic.

MINJAE : yeah. i’m fine with it.

RIKI : how did you feel about being assigned to the lee-park case?

YEONJUN : it was kind of a big break for me. if i solved, or, partook in solving this case, i would’ve been given better assignments and more opportunities. i kinda had a bad reputation for accidentally letting minor criminals go, but this really got the department to trust me more. i just wanted the respect, that’s all.

RIKI : minjae?

MINJAE : obviously because of the strike at the city hospital, they were short on paramedics. officers have to know medical basics, so we had a lot of our team volunteering at the ED. i was supposed to be one of them. but then your friend killed your other two friends, and we were so short staffed that they gave this crazy case to the departments rookies. i wanted no part in this, but i did feel satisfied after lee was brought down.

YEONJUN : [speaking to minjae] [inaudible]

MINJAE : [speaking to yeonjun] [quietly] don’t tell me to leave high school drama in the past. you didn’t even know why [inaudible] �� between me and that group.

JUNGWON : can we bring the discussion back into the group, please?

MINJAE : i’m done here. don’t think i’m not watching you two, especially since you’re still going to school with my sister.

MINJAE : [he gets up and leaves the room]

JUNGWON : yeonjun, are you still available to answer more questions?

YEONJUN : of course, but just a few. we’re supposed to be expecting a big call in about an hour. sorry about minjae by the way. i know he has something against your friends, but im not sure what he has against you two specifically.

RIKI : all good. but, this is something i’ve been meaning to ask. why was jay’s body never found?

YEONJUN : yeah, uh.. the thing about that. jay park was a very unique case. heeseung lee, he was found dead within the first two weeks. only 3% of people stay missing for over a week, with much less chances of being found dead. that alone already had the department spooked. but jay.. 1% of people stay missing for over a month. yet jay was never found. ever.

YEONJUN : over a year after we first received the call, we had to legally declare him as dead. we just didn’t have the resources to keep looking for him. you know how bad crime is in los angeles.. but, i tried. he was so young, i wanted to keep looking. but the department couldn’t afford to.

RIKI : i’ll have to ask you about that part off the record. but, just one last question while i still have you. i notice you kept checking your walkie. why was heeseung’s cause of death never publicized?

YEONJUN : i.. i don’t..

YEONJUN : [sudden distinct noise via walkie talkie, calling his name]

YEONJUN : ah shit. this is the call we’ve been waiting for. i’m really sorry about that last question, but i’ll try to get back to you on that! [he reassures before rushing out the room]

JUNGWON : alone again.

RIKI : wait. do you remember the rules the teacher gave us?

JUNGWON : yeah, why?

RIKI : and you know how she said under no circumstances should we contact any families directly involved?

JUNGWON : you can’t be serious, riki. we are not talking to yn. i don’t get why you’re so obsessed with proving her innocent.

RIKI : because there’s no way it was her. i know yn, she couldn’t even kill a spider. you really think she’d kill her own brother and boyfriend? she loved jay and you know it.

JUNGWON : it’s always the ones you least expect it to be, you know how it is. maybe we didn’t know her as well as we thought.

RIKI : you may not want to talk to her, but i do and will. if you don’t want to help me then so be it. but when i’m done with her, i’ll contact sunghoon —

[ 8:23 of 8:23 recording ]

taglist ! @jiiyen @prettiestgirlontheplanet @hannicorpse @wonsboo @murazbae @stilesks @soobinbunnie5 @blvengene @r1kification @gyuvision @goldenmellow @ariluvssssss100 @who-tf-soddhi @mmurazz @jaemified @strawberrieswithchocolateo3o @heartheejake @hoonsdrnkdzd @wonkixo @yangjungwonnie @tya0

[plurapony]

Introject Heavy: A Personal Anecdote Discussion.

Q: We describe ourselves as introject heavy, but why do we do this?

Short Answer: We have a high amount of introjects in our system.

Long Answer: Due to our autism, we have an inability to conceptualize. This manifests into being introject heavy as when we are going through a split, more than often our brain is unable to conceptualize what we need to get back to functioning and instead will introject it from pre-existing means (whether that be in fictional media or real life)

Q: Why do we have so many introjects from sources that we like/hyperfixate on?

Let's have a look at the statistics.

My Little Pony (10 introjects)

Steven Universe (5 introjects)

Bang Dream! GBP (3 introjects)

Project Sekai (2 introjects)

Sometimes when finding a solution to a problem the solution is the one that is the most obvious. My Little Pony and Steven Universe have a wide variety of characters, with well developed flaws and personality. They are also medias that we interact with a lot especially in difficult times.

That being said, an introject does not come from hyperfixations or special interests and is always negatively induced. Introjects are simply taking traits and characteristics from something that always exist to help the brain in assigning a role that the brain believes will find a solution to the problem. We have introjects from medias we haven't interacted with (ie we introjected Ash from TCOOAL a game we've never played but saw our wife playing) and we've gotten introjects from medias we know very little amount (we introjected Emmy from a comic series we had found on Instagram).

I think as an introject heavy system, both sides of sysblr are taking the simplicity out of introjects and reading too deep in order to fuel their arguments. They aren't this incredibly rare phenomenon that indicates malingering of DID and they also aren't fictional characters - they are a part of your collective identity that just so happen to have traits introjected from fictional characters.

[asa-do-your-thing]

A pillar of support

Michael Gavey x F!Reader 18+ Minors DNI Word Count: 2,3k Tags / Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, looming sense of me projecting my insecurities about my upcoming statistics exams

“What don't you understand? I've told you five times already, it is one of the easiest concepts. If you just follow the formulae, you’ll manage your assignment.” 

You nervously picked up your pen again, clicking it a few times. “I know, Michael, but… I don't get it. I want to understand what I’m solving.” The numbers on your paper wouldn't want to make sense to you and Michael's bobbing leg distracted you further. 

“They let anyone study here, urgh”, he muttered and ran a hand through his short hair. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you took his written assignment out of its plastic folder. “Well, I'm not the one that has written ‘This theory has been proven and it is Logical, I shall not explain more.’ You do know that'll be rejected? You've not quoted anyone in all of these ten pages.”

Michael narrowed his eyes and scooted closer to you. “That is why I have taken out my time to sit with you, so you can correct it for me,” he said coolly.

Raising an eyebrow, you laughed incredulously and pushed the paper back to him, getting ready to leave. “D’you think I'll help you out, for free, without anything in return? You're a dreamer.” 

“No, please, wait,” he said and quickly put his hand on your arm. “The thing is that I've tried explaining to you what you've asked of me. I can't make it easier.”

‘So he really does need my help, then’, you thought to yourself and gave him a small smile. “Well, what would you offer me then?” 

You could see his mind racing as he looked over his assignment once more. “How long would it take for you to correct it and give me feedback?”, he asked matter-of-factly. 

Getting up from the small chair in his room, you stretched and let yourself fall onto his uncomfortable bed. “Anywhere between one and two hours. Why?” 

His eyes scanned your body, stopping at your short skirt and your bare, plump thighs. “I'll meet you next Saturday and you can choose what to do, I'll do it with you and pay for it, but only if that assignment comes back at a 85% or more”, he mumbled, a slight blush spreading on his stern face. 

You knew what he was thinking about and it made you want to giggle. He really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was. “Mh, anything?" You turned onto your stomach, looking up at him, batting your lashes. “That isn’t very ‘specific’ and ‘observable’ of you.” 

He rolled his eyes and got up, giving you an annoyed look. “Stop parroting me.” 

You grinned and got up as well, noticing the way his ugly trekking pants started bulging. “Oh, I will parrot you as long as I want to. Not that you seem to mind, anyhow.”

Michael realized what he was doing and quickly stepped back, his eyes widening in embarrassment. “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,” he stammered.

You couldn't help but laugh at how flustered he got. He was usually so stoic and uninterested in women that it was surprising to see him blush like this. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a knowing look. “It’s okay, I get it…you think I’m seducing you or something?”

He coughed awkwardly before averting his gaze. You could tell he was trying hard to keep his cool demeanor despite the current situation. “Well, uh…it is kind of hard to concentrate when you are…right here in front of me like this.”

“Oh, so you do want me then?” You gave him a mischievous smile. “Well, if you really want my help so badly, then I suggest you seduce me as repayment. If you do it properly, I might even consider teaching you a thing or two about the art of seduction. What do you say?”

Michael stared at you for a few seconds before he finally nodded shyly, yet with a hint of threat in his voice. “Yes, I’ll do it…but if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll make sure to ruin your reputation.”

You grinned and crossed the space between you two, standing directly in front of him, slipping your fingers through his belt loops. You could feel the tension radiating off his body as he tried to play it cool. You leaned forward slightly and whispered into his ear. “Good boy. Now let's get started...”

Michael gulped audibly as you pulled him closer by his belt loops. He could feel your breath hot against his ear and he shuddered involuntarily. This was not something he was used to, but he couldn't deny how much he wanted it. He had always been a loner, someone who preferred to keep to himself and focus on his studies. But being in your presence made him feel alive in a way that he had never imagined possible.

You could sense his apprehension, but you were not about to let him back out now. You had spent too much time trying to get him to open up to you, and you were not about to let him go that easily. You ran your fingers along his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and smiled to yourself. This was going to be fun.

You pulled away from him, a coy smile playing on your lips. "So, do you know where to start?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

Michael shook his head, still a bit dazed from your touch. "No, not really," he replied softly.

You took his hand and led him to the bed, sitting him down beside you. You could feel the heat emanating from him, and you knew that he was just as affected by your closeness as you were. You leaned in closer, feeling his breath hot against your face. "Let's start with a kiss," you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

Michael closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You could feel his hands shaking as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

"N-not bad, not bad at all," you mumbled, breathing heavily.

You could feel his hot breath against your neck as he moved in for another kiss. He wasn't being very forward, but he wasn't too shy either. It was a good beginning, but he needed to do more if he wanted to win.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Did you lock the door?" you asked, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"On it," he replied, quickly getting up and locking the door.

You smirked and pulled him closer, hands moving to caress his chest. "Good boy," you muttered, purring in delight as he kissed along your neck.

He got the hint and quickly moved to kiss your lips once more, a bit more rougher this time. You were no stranger to this. You had played with a few men before, and you knew exactly what they liked.

"Now this is the stuff," you thought to yourself as he continued to kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His fingers gently moved past your hair, playing with it as he enjoyed the kiss. It felt nice, but you sensed he wanted to do more. You pulled away, looking at him with a mischievous smile. "Do you want to be more forceful?" you asked.

He nodded, biting his lip as he looked into your eyes. "Y-yes," he stammered, and you could tell he was getting harder with each second that passed.

You could feel him harden against your leg, and you grinned. "Mh, you are eager, aren't you? Well, would you want to take off some of my clothes?"

He nodded again. "Yes, I think I can manage that," he replied, his fingers already working on the buttons of your shirt.

You let him take off the shirt, admiring the view. You didn't dress for anything - after all, you just thought you'd study a bit, yet it seemed like it didn't matter to him at all; his eyes widened at the sight of your tits.

"Now the skirt," you said, unzipping the skirt and stepping out of it.

Michael undid your bra and pulled off your skirt, leaving you in a simple black thong. You could feel his fingers trembling as he pulled it down, your womanhood becoming evident. You could tell he was nervous and shy, but he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

You let him admire your womanhood for a few moments before you pulled away and grabbed his hands, placing them on your chest. "Here, touch me," you breathed in his ear, biting his earlobe.

He nodded and began massaging you, his fingers moving all over your chest. You pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him. You could feel his eyes on you as you grinded against his erection, a grin spreading across your face. "Having fun?" you asked playfully.

He replied with a deep kiss, his hands moving to grab your ass. You let out a cry of surprise as he did it, but you couldn't help but like it. You moved your hips against his, moaning softly.

"Y-yes," he stammered, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to keep his cool. His hands moved over your ass, gently massaging your body. He was enjoying this, but he wasn't the kind of man to just sit back and let you have all the fun. He pulled you off him, flipping you over and pinning you beneath him.

"O-oh?" you muttered, smiling slightly. You had never been on the submissive end before, but it was evident that he had enough of you toying with him - you had given him enough confidence to take the upper hand and you enjoyed it thoroughly.

He kissed your lips again, only to move to one of your nipples. He kissed around it, teasing you. His fingers traced ever so lightly over your skin, feeling every inch of you. He was enjoying the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers, and you enjoyed it too.

You ran your fingers through his hair, moaning in delight as he kissed your breasts. "Oh...that feels good..." he muttered breathlessly.

His lips began kissing lower and lower, until you felt his lips against your stomach. He wasn't going to stop there, you knew that much. You bit your lip and prepared yourself for what was to come. He smiled to himself, enjoying the view. He kissed your thighs, and then he moved in closer.

His tongue brushed against your pussy, tasting your womanhood. He moaned softly as he moved in deeper, tasting the juices of your womanhood. His tongue began moving in perfect harmony, he was enjoying every moment of it. You could tell that he was enjoying himself, and that made you moan even louder.

"M-Michael..." you moaned loudly, grabbing a hold of the sheets beneath you as you began shaking. He had just begun, but you were already on the edge. He moved in faster, his tongue working wonders against your womanhood. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, and you were already in a daze. You moved your hips against his tongue, wanting him to go deeper and faster. "Ohh...M-Michael..."

He moaned as you called his name, and you could feel him quickly coming up again, positioning himself aganist your entrance. "D'you want me... raw?"

You didn't need to answer, you didn't want to and most importantly you didn't care. He slowly began sliding into you, his cock filling up every inch of you as he slowly began thrusting. He moaned quietly against as he began moving in and out of you, his cock sliding in smoothly.

"M-Michael..." you muttered, tilting your head back in pleasure. You had never felt something this good before. He was so big, filling up your womanhood. His cock pushed deeper into you, and with each thrust he made you moan louder and louder.

"A-ah..." you moaned, biting your lip as he thrust faster. He was taking no time at all to push every inch of his cock into you, and you loved every second of it. You could feel his cock thrust in farther, hitting against your deepest places. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, enjoying the tight walls surrounding him and you could feel your pussy tighten around him. You knew exactly what this meant.

"O-ohh...I'm-I... fuck," he moaned loudly, his cock twitching within you. He let out a loud moan, pushing himself deep into you before he pulled out, cumming all over your lower body. His hot cum sprayed out over your skin, and you loved it. He leaned forward, his cock still throbbing above your body.  You could feel his heart beat through his cock against your skin, and you could tell just how hard it was for him to hold that back.

He finally leaned down, panting against your neck. "I-I... hope that should be enough for you to help me with my assignment."

You smiled, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. "Mh..." you replied, leaning up to kiss his forehead. "You did exactly as I asked, I think I'll be able to help you now."

He smiled in delight. "Great! D'you think you could help me tomorrow too?"

You nodded. "I'm pretty much available to help you as much as you'd like," you said.

He smiled, bringing his hands up to your face and gently caressing it. "I... thank you. I'll make sure to get you ready for your statistics exams," he muttered before he leaned in to kiss your lips softly.

[winduer]

Expanding on my last post. I was not thinking big, I was thinking small, too focused on the idea of Bruce/Batman being appreciated. So, instead of a random ass kid being adopted and then being dared to make a video/mini movie about Batman; how about this. For one of Tim’s classes they assign the students the task of making something ‘honouring Batman’, and in the classic Tim Drake-Wayne way he decided to do a collage with his photography. This involved moaning about it to his siblings - because, common, who wants to do a project about their ‘dad’? The others make fun of him.

This leads to Tim seeing Bruce being dazed about the subject - because, like, he knows, statistically, that what he does makes a difference, but here is a whole class being assigned homework to HONOR him. Which he has complicated feelings about. Tim sees this and decides, fuck it, if he’s doing this he’s doing it full heartedly. Tim ends up running around Gotham (with Bernard or a sibling or so) interviewing pedestrians and citizens about Batman and their opinion on him. And the Gotham citizens, while being scared shitless of him, respect the hell out of him. Cause this is the insane man who decided that Gotham was worth saving, ya know? First hero/vigilante to show he cared enough to make them feel safe - or at least ‘safer’.

Tim puts all the videos into a short film/mini movie and after submitting it to his class tracks down Bruce and makes him watch it. Bruce is absolutely overwhelmed and may shed a tear. I just want this furry man to be loved, goodness dammit. Tim would be the most likely to do this but bonus points if he gets his siblings in on it and like, it becomes strangely philosophical about Batman and the hope he symbolises. And they all cry (probably not but a woman can hope).

[druidshollow]

*punches a hole through ur door and opens it*hiii~ Tell me about your ancients I've seen some of your art of them but I do not know the deets if there's any public.

hello. i've decided to go absolutely off the wall with this one instead of answering like a normal person! :D

separating this into categories, i've made a masterpost of ancient headcanons. sorry this took so long to answer but i think you will come to understand as most of this only existed in my brain until you hit my inbox

Government/the Council Pillars

A local group is consisted of atleast three cities, and always has atleast one Council Pillar, typically on the oldest structure but not always. The Council Pillar houses the governing body consisting of the High Councillors, the Esteemed, and the local Low Council.

HIGH COUNCILLORS High Councillors are the highest government of their society and are responsible for many things, including punishment of criminals, judgment regarding severe crimes, assigning people to governing positions, and overseeing their Lower Councils and the Iterator Project. They are only chosen by eachother, and live in the highest rooms of Council Pillars. They typically come from backgrounds of privilege, scholars, rich folk and people of influence. They are the only people who aren't required to always have an ID drone on hand.

ESTEEMED MEMBERS OF THE ITERATOR PROJECT A position gifted to Iterator Project scientists who show special talent with and understanding of the iterators and/or organism purposing. Esteemed Members are directly responsible for an iterator in some way. They are administrators, project leads, bio-engineers and analysts, to name a few. They must be endorsed by another Esteemed or a High Councillor, and then be approved by the rest of their High Council. They are either chosen from the pre-existing team on an iterator, or from scientists and new scholars. Typically, the top student of the graduate class from the School of Solutions is endorsed and sent to a structure in need of scientists.

ADMINISTRATORS Iterator Admins are always Esteemed and are considered of more influence than their peers. They can access everything an iterator can about themselves as well as more. They are responsible for the continued functionality of their charges, as well as the quality of their workload. They are often approached by their local High Council for their opinions on issues and are typically held at very high esteem (haha) by society. Their rooms in the Council Pillars are always above the rest of their local Esteemed, and contains a large motherboard of sorts for their iterator. Here they can access their statistics, health, work, current processes, memories, overseers, and probably most other things you can think of. Iterators must run some things by their admins before they do them, for example purposing life.

LOW COUNCILLORS If a city loses a Low Councillor to death or ascension, candidates are chosen by their Council and an election is held after multiple sessions of debate. Low Councillors are responsible for less severe crime, city construction/welfare, management of emergency resources, overseeing festivals/celebrations, and governing law enforcement, as well as other municipal work.

Punishment for crime is usually things like public service, but severe crimes and sometimes breaches of sensitive information can involve more harsh punishment. Violent criminals or enemies of the High Councils are sometimes responded to with a... mandatory visit to the religious acid bath! (void fluid tub time babyyyy)

There is visible class divide. People still live below the clouds, away from the Iterator cities. These lower industrial settlements are often quite slumlike, and the high class are scorned and often disdained by them. These settlements tend to be quite close-knit and casual, very opposite to the professional and flamboyant nature of the higher class. They have eachothers' backs because the government doesn't seem to have theirs. Life extending treatment and easy access to void fluid are not available to these people. They must fight very hard to reach scholar positions and achieve "success" in high society's eyes.

Everyone outside the High Councillors MUST have an ID Drone so they can be kept track of. Ways around this are common among the lower class. Some even just smash them as act of rebellion.

Anatomy/The Ancient Race/Customs

Ancients share a common ancestor with Scavengers and are bipedal mammals. They have frills and barbells like scavengers do, and their "hair" is not really hair and is closer to large frills in a sense? to be fully honest I'm not fully sure how it works. The Ancients have large hands, long limbs, and three digits on their feet. They have flat teeth, except for four sharp shark-like back teeth evolved for breaking insect exoskeletons and shellfish shells. Ancients now typically live off of nectar and plant matter.

Sexual dimorphism is incredibly limited and is only really visible in the sin bits. Trans and queer people are widely accepted and pretty common. Having children is rarely a priority. There are medical advancements available mostly to the rich that allow for lifespans to be stretched much longer than natural, and many consider introducing new lives to the Great Cycle immoral.

Although their spiritual beliefs revolve around enlightenment beyond the self, they are an indulgent people. Celebrations and festivals take place throughout the major cycles, and body mods and fancy clothes are commonplace in iterator cities. There are alcohol and drug equivalents, i sketched a comic once (that I've never posted) in which Flowers gets absolutely wasted. I'll probably post the full thing sometime but it in general covers some pretty sensitive themes haha

Its a drunk evil man wow

I haven't chosen any specific festivals but I imagine there are some based on the seasons, and there is probably large celebrations when people of importance go to the void.

The Ancients are called that for their innate understanding of the Great Cycle, and for the old belief that their kind all have old souls. They've been around the cycle so many times that they themselves Are Ancient. Extended lifespans has resulted in the same people remaining in positions of power for very extended periods of time, and the desperation for a solution to the Great Problem to be found increasing. I have some confusing headcanons on how the cycle of life and death works- I'll spare you all that garbage for now mostly because I've already been writing for so long. All you really need to know is that if you die of any way that isn't old age or disease like the rot, you cycle back to the beginning of that day. If you DO die of age or destructive illness, you begin a new cycle and reincarnate. Extending their lives was intended to help continue scientific revolution but it just meant entrapping themselves longer. Their increasing desperation eventually lead to The Mass Ascension.

The Mass Ascension

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A member of the High Council of one of the first iterator cities one day decided that they could tolerate the imprisoning nature of the cycle no longer. They developed a weapon of mass destruction, a device that would release a soundwave powerful enough to tear along the entire world. This soundwave was not the real weapon; rather it was the trillions of single cell lifeforms it ferried across the planet. These organisms were comprised of almost pure void fluid, were invisible to the eye, and were programmed to specifically consume Ancient matter and break it away in the same manner that void fluid does. Once they run out of matter to consume they die. This process happened much too quickly for the Ancients to have time to feel much pain, or even comprehend what happened.

Basically, it released a gaseous wave of void fluid across the entire world. This attack was horrifically efficient. Almost the entirety of Ancientkind were destroyed 30 hours after the attack, and those who were fortunate enough to somehow evade the blast were spread too far apart and were unable to carry society on their own. The Ancients went extinct.

This behaved like normal ascension. If you had reached enlightenment or were well-enough attuned, you properly ascended. If not, you became an echo. This most likely resulted in a lot of echoes.

It was the nuclear warfare rapture, basically.

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One day I might give a name to the guy who ended the world but for now I got nothing, lol. I think I'll name the iterator they lived on Deafening Secret or something like that. I imagine the blast caused Secret considerable damage.

I'm sure I'm going to think of 500 things to add once I post this but for the sake of actually answering one of these asks I'm gonna post it, lmao. hope this sates your curiousity a bit!! thanks for the opportunity to infodump

[cosmowes]

Planning Ahead

this is something i'm still working on, actually. keeping a visual log of everything i need to do has been really useful, but it's still a pretty new habit for me.

the issue is that i really, really hate taking the time to have those things be nice- because then i get unmotivated when the load gets heavy and i can't keep it that way. no cute advice, this is my planner for solely function.

SHORTHAND. i use shorthand for everything. a list of my favorites:

ESP - spanish, or FR - french (really works for any foreign language class)

ENG/ELA - english language arts

MT (math) - CALC (calculus) - PCLC (precalc) - STAT (statistics) - ALG (algebra) etc

GEO/HIS (geography or history)

SCI (science) - BIO (biology) - CHEM (chemistry) - FNS (forensics) - PHYS (physics)

GFX (graphic design) - DRM (drama) - HLC (healthcare) - BSN (business) etc... for whatever electives you have, lol

PJ (project)

HW (homework)

CFA/QZ (common formative assessment/quiz)

SD/SG (study/study guide)

PKT (packet)

SM (submit)

UG (ungraded)

SUM (summative)

FORM (formative)

PG _ (page _)

NSR/EC (not school related/extra curricular)

DNO (due night of)

DIC (due in class)

DEOC (due end of class)

i combine these for little nicknames like ESPPJ, MTPK, GFXPJ, etc. or DRM (info) NSR, GFXPKT EC

DESCRIPTION. i add a quick description of the item, just so i know what it is. usually just the actual assignment name or what it entails. if it's at home reading for english, it'll say "ENGHW Reading PG __-__". a drama script might say "DRM Script DEOC"

DATE. i always add the due date. i write it as a fraction so that it takes up a tiny bit less space. if i know, this is where the time it's due is added too.

URGENCY. i had another post about how i decide an assignment's urgency here, so i throw one of these numbers on the end.

DON'T CARE ABOUT CUTE! the point of this is to keep info. build the habit for a while, and once you have logging things as a habit, you can make it cute. but if you're already having trouble building the habit, adding more work will make it more difficult in my experience. always add onto your habits that already exist.

USE IT! i've also seen people have full planners that are so so cute and then just. never use them??? you're making this so that you have a way to keep track. making it, and then just throwing it in your bag to not be seen until tomorrow is defeating the point. use what you made.

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[femmefatalevibe]

Hiya lovely, do you have any wisdom for someone struggling to study? I've been out of school for 3 years due to illness (in my formative learning years) and now I'm gearing up for university with absolutely no study skills, low energy and a whole lot of insecurity around it. I have always been intelligent enough to learn quickly but there's a barrier I'm just not getting through, possibly due to the latent effects of the damage.

I have high expectations for myself and I want to model myself off of your brand! Thank you very kindly in advance <3

Hi love! It sounds like you're in a difficult situation, especially for someone in their teens. My heart goes out to you for overcoming this and going after a university degree. This ambition and dedication takes a considerable amount of mental fortitude and strength, so please remember that. I'm flattered by your kind words <3

Here are some of my study tips to help you maintain your stamina and focus:

When in doubt, make everything into an itemized list (topics, timelines, organizing by subtopic, key facts/people/dates surrounding a significant event, concept, theory, or ideology, cause and effect, problem and solution, etc.)

Use real-life analogies and applications as often as possible to retain information (e.g. to remember acronyms, propositions through the "box" metaphor, etc.)

Reframe long-winded information into an ongoing narrative. Humans are better at retelling stories than retaining/regurgitating a laundry list of facts or statistics

Organize your study sessions to each focus on one main topic, concept, or chapter

Create a timeline for all your assignments. Plan in advance to work on projects in milestones rather than all at once

Utilize time-blocking to pace yourself through the information (e.g. devote 30 minutes to one task or an hour to studying a specific concept; take a fully unplugged break before resuming work or another study session). Use a countdown timer if you think it would be helpful for you – everyone is different

Prioritize rest, even if it sounds counterintuitive at first. You're most productive and focused when your mind is well-rested enough to achieve and maintain peak performance. Efficiency is more important than time spent on a task – the former is what makes all of the difference (and leads to a more well-rounded, fulfilling life, too)

Discover motivating playlists that keep you on task. I love the ones for ADHD from Jason Lewis - Mind Amend on YouTube (I'm listening to one now, lol). Coffee or caffeinated tea can also help your energy to power through a study session, just don't overdo it

Focus on one task, page, or concept at a time. Don't let the entirety of a project or the volume of your overall workload overwhelm you. Just focus & prioritize what's in front of you. Take one step closer to your goals every day. Perfectionism is the most stifling barrier to progress and long-term success. Remember that

You got this! Hope this helps xx

[lovetaroandtaemin]

All I Wanted

Chapter 7: Distractions

Osaki Shotaro x Reader

Word Count: 1,764 Genre: Angst, University AU Rating: Some adult themes. MINORS DNI!

Summary: Y/N and Shotaro both deal with negative feelings about their argument the night before by seeking comfort from other people.

Content Warnings: Alcohol use, Shotaro is kind of using Chaewon, Reader kind of uses Sungchan, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of sex but no smut. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! A/N: If you would like to be tagged in the next update, you can either leave a comment on any chapter or the masterlist, send me an ask, or send me a dm! The previous 6 chapters can be found in the "All I Wanted" masterlist, which is linked here.

Fic is under the cut.

The day after Jaemin’s party, you considered staying home instead of going to your classes. You were devastated by your fight with Shotaro the night before, both because you felt guilty about the things you’d said and because you knew that he would probably never want to speak to you again. You’d never hear the end of it from your parents if you started skipping your classes and it affected your grades, though, so off you went.

When you got to your statistics class, you really wanted to try to sit somewhere different. Every seat except for the one next to Shotaro was taken, though, because of course it was. However, sitting next to him didn’t mean that you had to actually talk to him, so you didn’t say a word. Not talking to him hurt you, but you figured that he probably wouldn’t want you to.

Once class began, Ms. Kim explained, “Before we continue, I want to talk to you all about a research paper that I’m assigning. Each of you will need to choose a company that uses probability in its decision making. Then, you’ll need to write a paper about how the business uses probability. You’ll have three weeks to complete this assignment. More details and places to find information will be sent in an email by the end of the day.”

When class ended, Shotaro considered trying to talk to you. Then, he remembered the things that you’d said to him the night before. He missed your friendship, but your words hurt him in a way that he’d never expected from you. In the end, he figured that it was best for the two of you not to talk.

Since he really didn’t want to think about you, he decided to try to do something fun in between his classes. He really didn’t want to be alone, though, so he decided to call Wonbin. When he didn’t answer, Shotaro sent a text that said, “Hey. Just wanted to see if you wanted to grab lunch or something?”

Wonbin replied to the text almost immediately, saying, “Sorry, I can’t. Hanging out with Karina right now. Maybe another time?”

“Yeah, of course. Sorry to bug you,” Shotaro texted back.

Wonbin didn’t respond to any texts after that, and Shotaro continued wandering around campus in an attempt to get his mind off of you. In his travels, he ran into none other than Chaewon. He’d also been desperately trying to avoid her since Jaemin’s party, but in the end, he decided he’d rather talk to her than you. So, he gave her a smile and asked, “Hey, Chae, how are you today?”

“Hey, ‘Taro! My environmental science class is kicking my ass, but other than that, I’m actually in a fairly good mood! How are you?” Chaewon replied.

“I’m doing ok, thanks. Would you like to get lunch with me?”

“That sounds great. I just need to let Yunjin know that I’m gonna be getting to her house later than I originally planned,” Chaewon chirped before walking away.

While Shotaro waited for Chaewon to come back, he couldn’t help but think about you. He wondered what you were going to do for the research paper that was assigned and what your score was going to be when the project ended. A small part of him couldn’t help but hope that you would do poorly on the assignment. Originally, he just wanted to prove that he was smart enough to keep up with you. After last night, though, he decided that he really wanted to prove that he was smart enough to get a better grade than you, at least in the class that the two of you shared.

Shotaro quickly found himself regretting asking Chaewon to get food with him. Still, he made a conscious effort to look like he was happy to see his ex, smiling and hugging her when she came back to where he stood waiting for her. When she let go, he asked, “So, where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere is fine with me.”

“How about the café that’s across the street from your apartment?”

“That sounds great,” Chaewon said with a grin.

As you made your way to your car, planning to go home for a bit before your next class started, you saw Shotaro walking across the parking lot with the same girl that you’d seen him talking to at Jaemin’s party. You were pretty sure he said that her name was Chaewon, but you didn’t really care. All you cared about was the smile on Shotaro’s face as he held hands with the girl that he’d told you he had no interest in. Just like you thought last night, he was full of shit.

In a moment that you’d probably regret later, you decided to try to track down Sungchan. You hadn’t gotten any of his contact information at the party, but you were certain that you could find him somewhere on campus. You ended up finding him sitting on a bench near the parking lot, sipping a coffee and looking at his phone. You tried desperately not to let your nerves show as you walked up to him and said, “Hi. Sungchan, right?”

“Yeah. You’re (Y/N), right? I think I remember dancing with you at Jaemin’s party last night.”

“Yeah, we did dance for a bit. Sorry I left so abruptly last night. Some stuff came up.”

“That’s ok, gorgeous. I’m just happy that I got to see you again.”

You smiled and asked, “Would you like to go hang out at the park? I have a bit of time to kill before my next class, and I’d really like to spend it with you.”

“That sounds great. I’ll meet you there?”

“Works for me.”

You and Sungchan walked to your cars together, getting to know each other better as the two of you talked. The more you talked to him, the more you found yourself forgetting about Shotaro, which you were incredibly grateful for. As you drove to the park, the only thing you thought about was whether you would want a relationship with Sungchan. In the end, you figured that it would probably depend on how your time at the park went.

Your date at the park with Sungchan went much better than you thought it would. He was kind, attentive, and funny, not to mention incredibly attractive. Every cheesy joke that he told made you feel weak in the knees, and when he told you more about what he was studying, the obvious passion that he had only made you want him more. By the end of your date, you could definitely see yourself spending more time with him.

The more Sungchan talked to you, the more he thought about how badly he wanted a deeper connection with you. Sure, a lot of the things you talked about wouldn’t typically keep his attention, but he found that he did actually care about stuff like the history of horror movies when you were the one explaining it to him. You also really seemed to care about the things that he had to say, which was greatly appreciated. It was a refreshing change of pace from his last relationship.

Before you and Sungchan left the park to go about the rest of your plans for the day, you made sure to exchange numbers so that you could talk more. Once that was done, he walked you back to your car before getting into his own. You appreciated the time with him, but as you watched him drive off, your thoughts once again drifted back to Shotaro. Not wanting to ruin the rest of your day with unpleasant thoughts, you decided to call Karina and ask her if she wanted to get shitfaced after classes as yet another distraction. She readily agreed, and you discussed when you wanted to leave. Then, you went back to campus for your afternoon classes.

The rest of your classes went by quickly, and once they were done, you went back home to get ready for your night of fun with Karina. If it wasn’t sitting in the basket with the rest of your dirty laundry, you would have considered wearing the dress you’d worn to Jaemin’s party. Instead, however, you opted for a much more casual look: a tee shirt decorated with the logo of a band you used to be obsessed with and black jeans. Sure, it was a simple outfit, but you still thought that you looked sexy in it. So, off you went to your favorite bar.

The last person that you expected to see at the bar was Wonbin. He was right by the door when you and Karina arrived, however, and your friend was clearly happy to see him. Pretty much immediately, Karina abandoned you in favor of spending time with Wonbin. You wanted to be annoyed, but when you saw the way she looked at him, you couldn’t really be upset. You were really bored, though, so you decided to try to find something, or someone, to do.

While you were on your way to the dance floor, you ran into none other than Sungchan. The two of you made eye contact, and he said, “Fancy seeing you here. Are you here alone?”

“Yeah. I came with a friend, but she ditched me when we ran into the guy she’s been talking to.”

“I would say I’m sorry to hear that, but if it means I get to spend the night with you instead, I’m really not.”

You had to admit that you were surprised by Sungchan’s boldness, but you did enjoy the attention that he was giving you. So, in response to his shameless attempt at flirting, you asked, “Who said you would get to spend the night with me?”

“I mean, we’re here at the same time, aren’t we? Why not spend the night together?”

“That’s a good point.”

Sungchan smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist before starting to dance. You moved in time with each other while a shitty pop song played over the bar’s speakers, and for a little while, nothing else in the world mattered. Shotaro didn’t matter, your statistics paper didn’t matter, not even the fights you’d been having with your parents mattered. All you had to worry about was not accidentally stepping on Sungchan’s toes as you danced with him. A night free of stress was all you wanted when you called Karina, and thanks to Sungchan, that was exactly what you got.

Thank you for reading! I hope y'all are enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it! If you did enjoy this chapter, check out the All I Wanted masterlist! If you want to read my other works, check out my main masterlist. If you want to see what I have in the works, check out my upcoming works list! If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, feel free to send a request via my asks or dms!

Thank you again for reading and interacting with my fics!

[dangerously-human]

There's a biostatistician opening at work, which I'm decently qualified for in everything except experience in SAS (but because it's internal, I bet I could make my case for substituting my experience in R). This is actually under the biostatistics group instead of a lone statistician assigned to another department. I think it would be a great learning opportunity to develop my statistical prowess in a lower-stakes setting, given that I already have a really good reputation at this hospital. While it would be harder than what I do now, I know the general expectations here, and it probably wouldn't be an insane workload. The job duties are largely what I'm looking for, and from the posting, it sounds like I would get a good amount of mentorship. The fact that they're hiring at all right now is a pretty big deal with the research landscape the way it is.

But.

It would be a mostly lateral move - it's only one step up on the job ladder from where I am now, which means not a lot of pay for the title. I wouldn't get to choose my research area, and although I'm interested in pediatric medicine overall, I wouldn't get to leverage my very high content area knowledge in developmental disabilities like I do now. I probably wouldn't have a lot of first-authorship opportunities (although realistically, that is not a dealbreaker, and I could probably ask to take on some more independent projects too). Most of all, I had told myself that, barring necessity, I wasn't going to change jobs at this point until the time comes to look for work in Ireland.

Man, I don't know. Should I try anyway? Should I at least reach out to the hiring manager to talk more about the role? I wish I could find a 0.5 FTE option and split my time, half autism researcher, half statistician. The time probably has come to talk to some people in my current center for broader career advice, knowing that I'm not going to get in trouble even if I say I'm thinking about broadening my horizons - academia is wild that way, people really are invested in me and my career even if it won't continue to benefit them.

Maybe the simplest solution is to wait: I'm really not ready to make this kind of change in this particular season, but if the position is still open as of this summer, then maybe I consider it. I've got some thinking and praying to do, I guess.

[akuma-tenshi]

intro post v2.0

apparently my old intro post scared my mutual and made them think i was 25 (i am NOT) so i'm making a new one. shorter, sweeter, more "me". let's roll

hi!! i'm casey. or akuma, either really works. i'm a 20-year-old agender lesbian (they / them) and this is my stupid shitty blog. you'll mostly see reblogs, shitposts, and ramblings about my interests and day-to-day life.

you're mostly gonna see identity v here; other media i'm into are dislyte, end roll, red queen, bloodborne, and hollow knight, and there may be occasional posts about other stuff i forget i like until it pops up on my dash. i'm an aspiring novelist who loves anything horror; my favourite author is stephen king (i know daring choice /s), and my favourite book by him is the long walk. other generic things i like are cats, pastries, rainstorms, compiling statistics, and fruit juice. as for music, i mainly listen to vocasynth (vane lily, maretu, ennn, mothy, and masa are my favourite producers), but some non-voca musicians i'm into are cake bake betty and penelope scott, and i am (slowly but surely) being assimilated into a jhariah fan as well.

i'm currently matching pfp's with my best friend @sunset-of-the-void, and we have a couple intertwining projects we're working on; our most publicised works are @sunsetandshadows, a collaboration where we smash two of our oc's together, and Those Who Carried On, a rewrite / reimagining of coa7.

the kinlist: - demi bourbon, emily dyer, annie lester, lily barriere, richard sterling, grace, and joseph desaulniers (identity v) - sara chidouin, reko yabusame, kanna kizuchi, and rio ranger (your turn to die) - intisar, yalina, lian, and bai liuli (dislyte) - gorou, bennett, baizhu, and furina (genshin impact) - futaba sakura (persona 5) - nagisa shingetsu and ryota mitarai (danganronpa) - ena (the original; i still haven't played dream bbq yet </3) - sayori (doki doki literature club) - aubrey (omori) ((assigned to me by my best friend; i have not played omori, i do not plan to, but i've just kinda accepted it tbh; i trust void)) - candi queen (best friend's oc; don't question it she's literally me guys)

bear in mind i don't take kinning all that seriously; it's mostly just "i relate very very heavily to these characters, and as such they tend to be pretty personal to me and it's difficult to talk about them without dredging up my own experiences / feelings". i try to be chill about these characters, but don't be surprised if i get a little defensive / intense when discussing them.

you can also find me on ao3 at True_Pr00f <3

that's about it!! to end here's a full tierlist / personal ranking of idv essences since i don't know how the fuck i'm supposed to end this lmao ((this will be updated as more are released / my opinions change))