#I LITERALLY HAVE A MIDTERM TOMORROW HELP

[bom-bombon]

So like on twitter, this artist have a great idea to draw ourselves very elegant for today

SO HERE I AM

ANYWAY IM SO EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

VAMONOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GANAMOS HOY GENTE

[your-local-granny]

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[kokoa-la]

Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Danny was tired of his neighbor’s bullshit. Above his head rested the well known crime lord of crime alley, Red Hood. Now, Danny used to be a vigilante, he gets it, truly, but that did not mean he forgave the other for the sheer amount of wake up calls he’s gotten. He knew he was a light sleeper, has been ever since the portal opened and since the portal was shut down by yours truly, but the amount of noise was still unacceptable. Did the guy not know he lived right below him? He knew that the building was in a rough patch, but it wasn’t deserted. He wasn’t the only one here ya’ know. By now the halfa had had enough. He had a class at 9 am tomorrow in literal physics. He needed sleep if he didn’t want to pass out in the lecture that he 100% needed for the midterms in 2 weeks. He would have gone up and complained in person if he wasn’t, you know, on the run. So he sat in his bed, grabbed earbuds, played one of his sad playlists and tried his best to sleep. 

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That was it, Danny was going to actually kill the Red Hood. Here Danny is, minding his own business, writing a paper for the English class he had to take for extra credits, and in storms 5 men kicking down his door with all sorts of weapons. They were in all black with hoods and bandanas covering the bottom half of their faces.

“Where’s Red Hood? We know he lives here!” 

The half had had enough. Here he was, on page 2 of a 5 page paper, while on 9 shots of espresso and 3 energy drinks to make up for the lack of sleep he got last night because of the same very guy this gang is looking for. He was going to strangle this man, hands down, screw the GIW. 

“I’m literally a college student trying to live off of a minimum wage salary, if all of us could be crime lords and afford an apartment without a day job, we’d all do it.”

“Where is the Red Hood?!”

The guy in the middle had yelled before pointing a gun right at Danny’s head. He sighed before standing and putting his hands above his head. 

“I don’t know. He’s not here, and I don’t even think he lives in the building.”

He didn’t know why he was covering for his neighbor's ass, but he already had one foot in, so why not the rest of him?

“Don’t bullshit me! We know he lives here!”

“Are you sure it was this building, and not the one across the alley?”

Dany inched closer as the main guy looked over at the goon next to him and started arguing. By the time they looked up, Danny was right in front of the gun, merely inches away from the barrel now pointed at his chest. 

“Boo.”

His eyes glowed a vibrant neon green before the lights turned off leaving the apartment in pitch black. 

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Red Hood cursed as he realized how careless he’d been. One of his men had informed him that they received a warning from one of their informants. Apparently, there was a new gang on the rise with the sole purpose of taking him down. Somehow they’d followed him to his apartment one night and were staging an attack right now. Luckily, it didn’t seem like they knew his civilian identity, but he didn’t know that for sure. Plus, if they broke in and he wasn’t there, he didn’t want to know what they’d do to the others inhabiting the complex. 

It took him about two minutes to get there using his bike. He scaled the side of the building and got in through his window only to find his apartment exactly as he left it. Had his men lied to him? Or had the gang just not arrived yet? 

Well, that’s what he thought before he heard gunshots below his feet. He scrambled down the stairs and ran to the apartment below him, taking out his gun and slowly walking towards the door. It was dead silent. It seemed that the last noise to leave the place was that one stray bullet, since then not a sound. 

Hood cursed under his breath before turning the corner and moving the broken door out the way. Inside was a pile of 5 men in all black knocked unconscious with a man sitting on top of them criss crossed holding a bat with a green sticker on it in one hand while the other typed on the open laptop sitting in his lap. The vigilante didn’t even move. He lowered his gun to the floor and just stared at the scene at hand. Eventually the man looked up at him with ashy blue eyes and a tired look about them. He sighed before closing the laptop and resting his chin on the small end of the bat. 

“Dude, it’s 3 am. Can you please tell your enemies to stick to acceptable invasion hours?” 

Hood didn’t even know what to say. He just stood there at the door, even clocked his head sideways in confusion. The other sighed.

“I have a class at 7 am tomorrow and this paper is due like yesterday, so can you just, I don’t know? Schedule this shit? Or at least make sure they have the right apartment. I didn’t complain about the noise before, but this is ridiculous.” 

Yeah, Jason couldn’t believe his eyes or ears right now. Was this man serious? He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“Right… sorry about that? I guess? I’ll take them off your hands. No promises about the schedule though. I can’t exactly control when people try to kill me.”

He stepped forward only for the other to raise the bat at him threateningly. He still sat on the 5 men, and still was pretty far away from Hood, so why he raised the bat he didn’t know. 

“Do you want them in your house or not?”

“I want you to stay right there and pay for the bullet holes in my walls.”

“You just said-”

“Oh, I know, but you agreed so readily I’m testing the waters.”

What the fuck was up with this guy, seriously. 

“You know I have a gun right? I could shoot you”

“Well so did they, and look where that ended them. Gunless and knocked out.”

Touche, Jason wanted to say, but didn’t. One of the men on the ground started to move and groan, his neighbor, without breaking eye contact with him, spun the bat in his hand and hit the man dead center on the head, knocking him out once more. 

Was Jason attracted to this? Maybe.

[mbappeward]

kylian mbappe imagine - you are sick and he takes care of you

𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

enjoy!!!

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Sinking to your knees weakly, you reach out to flush the toilet. You groan as you feel your stomach churn again—throwing up was absolutely your least favorite thing to do. You hated it. You would do literally anything to avoid throwing up. And yet here you were, 4am in the morning, hunched over the toilet and doing the thing you hated most in the world. 

You hear the bathroom door open just as your stomach heaves again and you lean over the bowl, tears stinging your eyes. You felt really bad for waking him up since he has training early tomorrow.

    “Oh, babygirl,” Kylian says softly, and you feel him pull your hair back from your face. Holding it in a messy ponytail in one hand, he rubs your back with the other. “It’s okay, you’re okay…”

    As soon as you can, you straighten, flushing away the mess again. You reach up to wipe at your eyes and do a quick systems check; deciding you were okay for just a moment longer, you start to get to your feet. 

 “Easy love,” he says, releasing your hair to wrap his arm around your waist in support. “You ok?”

  “Need to rinse my mouth,” you mutter, heading for the sink. 

  He helps you get there and once again holds your hair back while you swish a mouthful of water, trying to rid yourself of the reminder. “How long have you been up?” he asks, one arm wrapped tight around your waist to keep you upright. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

   You laugh bitterly and spit the water out. “Didn’t really have time to do anything but get to the toilet, and you have training in like 8 hours” you say tiredly, "I wanted to let you sleep, and I’m sure the first thing you want to do is join me while I’m throwing up everything in my stomach.” Straightening, you turn to face him, trying to put on a smile. 

 He frowns, reaching out to gently push your hair away from your pale face. “What did you eat? Do you think it’s food poisoning?”

  You shrug, but soon the sharp cramps in your stomach guide you to your answer. “Maybe. …Are you feeling okay?”

  “Yes. Oh, babygirl, I’m so sorry.” He leans down to kiss your sweaty forehead. “Do you want to go back to bed?”

    You hesitate for a moment, trying to decipher how you’re feeling: though your stomach hurts, you don’t seem to be in immediate danger of throwing up again. “Yeah. You should get back to sleep, babe, you’ve got training tomorrow.”

    “I don’t care about training now,” he says immediately. “I’m just worried about you.”

    “It’s okay. I’ll get over it…” you reassure him, turning away to head back to the bedroom, but before you can take two steps, he scoops you into his arms. “Kylian, what are y–?”

    He cradles you against him, easily carrying you back to the bed and setting you down softly. “Just relax,” he says, leaning over to kiss your forehead again. You see his concerned expression just briefly before he forces a cheerful smile. “I’m going to go get a bottle of soda,” he explains. “I think that will help settle your stomach. I’ll be right back!”

    While he’s gone, you lean back in bed, settling gingerly against the pillows and resisting the urge to groan at how much your stomach just hurts. Reaching for your phone, you type a short email to your CEO, explaining that you wouldn’t be in the meeting the next day, then set your phone aside. It’s too close to midterms for this…

   Kylian appears just then, carrying a bottle of cola, a bottle of water, and a bottle of sports drink with him. “What’s wrong?” he asks immediately, frowning at the obvious pain on your face.

    “It just hurts,” you say, rolling onto your side and curling into a ball. 

    He sits on the edge of the bed, his distress apparent. “What can I do?” Setting the three bottles on the nightstand, he grabs at the sweatshirt fabric at your hip. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

    Both arms still wrapped across your stomach, you manage a reassuring smile. “No.”

    “But—”

    “If it’s still this bad tomorrow, then maybe we can go,” you interrupt him, reaching out to put your hand on his leg. “But right now I just want to…”

    “Rest,” he finishes for you. Reaching out, he softly strokes your face. “Okay, babygirl, okay. Here.” He grabs the bottle of cola and opens it carefully. “Try a sip of this.”

    With his help, you manage to get up and sip a few swallows of soda. “Thanks.” You smile at him weakly. “Hopefully this will kill whatever I’ve got.”

    He sits back a little, pouting at you “Yeah…” 

    “Hey.” You wait for him to look back at you. “I’m all right. Come lie down, go back to sleep.”

    As soon as he meets your eye, his cheerful positivity is back. “All right, all right, just a second. First, is there anything I can get for you? Something that will make you more comfortable?” When you shake your head, he frowns slightly. “Are you sure?”

    You nod, grimacing slightly as your stomach cramps again. “I just…just gotta get through the worst of it.”

    He’s definitely not happy about it, but he accepts what you want. Leaning down, he spreads a few soft kisses across your forehead and temple. “You will. I’m right here, okay?” Standing up, he fixes the blanket over your feet. “I think it’s a good sign that—”

    Before he can finish, you kick the blanket off and roll off the bed, stumbling for the bathroom once again. You don’t even bother to turn on the light, heading straight for the toilet in the dark. As you make it to your target, the lights suddenly burst to life, and in seconds you feel Kylian gathering your hair again. This time he doesn’t say much: he simply holds your hair back and keeps a careful grip on your waist. 

    You’re left exhausted, and when you move to sit on the floor to rest for just a second, he moves with you. Instead of collapsing against the toilet seat, you’re pulled into his arms, where he does his best to keep you off the cold tile floor while you recover. 

    Pressing his lips to the side of your head, he murmurs, “breathe in and out slowly baby.”

    You’re too worn out to do anything but nod slightly. With how hard you always fought not to throw up, you forgot how much it takes out of you. 

    He kisses your temple again. “Ready to rinse your mouth?”

   You agree, but before you can even move, he’s getting to his feet with you still cradled in his arms. He carries you over to the sink and sets you gently on the counter, turning on the faucet to a comfortable temperature. While he waits for you to swish the water around your mouth, he’s constantly touching you, squeezing your knee or rubbing your back or tucking your hair behind your ear, little gestures that betray how worried he is. 

    When you finally feel a little refreshed, you lean back against the mirror tiredly. “I hate this” you say flatly. 

    This causes the corner of his mouth to tilt up just slightly. “I know, love” he commiserates, grabbing your hand and pressing your knuckles against his lips briefly. 

  You open your eyes to study him. “I can’t believe you’re even able to be around me right now,” you say. “This is pretty disgusting. I’m pretty disgusting.”

    Clucking his tongue, he tucks your hair behind your ear again. “You’re pretty,” he corrects, then grows more serious: “And very sick.”

    “I really hope it’s not a stomach flu. You probably should stay away from me, just in case.”

    “No chance. I’ll be fine. What can I do for you?”

    “Kylian.”

    “Do you want to go lie down again? Or…?” A tiny bit of his concern bleeds through. “Do you want to stay here?”

    You study him again. He was so protective of you—so overprotective at times—that you could easily see how he was spinning this from a simple case of stomach flu or food poisoning into something much, much worse. For all of his pretending, he was a worrier—just like you. Smiling faintly, you reach for his hand again. “I think I’m going to sit here for just a second longer. Just…just to be sure. You can go lie down again, if you need to?”

    Squeezing your hand, he eases himself on the counter next to you somewhat defiantly. 

    Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to change his mind, you sigh, but can’t deny how much you like having him near you. You lean back against the mirror, letting your thoughts drift while you wait to see what your stomach is thinking. “I hate how weak it makes me feel,” you admit.

    “You are strong,” he defends. “Throwing up is really hard on the body. You’re allowed to feel a little exhausted and ‘weak’.”

     You nod. There’s a pause, then: “…I bet it was that macaroni I ate in the restaurant.” Your stomach gurgles at the mere mention of the food. 

 Your stomach lurches suddenly and you lean forward, he sits forward with you, his expression concerned. After a moment of nothing, you sit back. “I’m okay. False alarm.”

    Nodding, he continues his forward motion, disappearing from the bathroom for just a second. When he returns, he has the bottle of yellow sports drink with him. “We need to keep your electrolytes up,” he explains, handing it to you. “Keep you hydrated.” He notices your glum expression. “I know you don’t like the yellow kind, but we don’t have anything else. I’ll go out in a few hours and get you more.”

    “No, I—” You shake your head and reach for the bottle. “You definitely don’t have to do that. The yellow is just fine. I just…I don’t want to drink anything right now, you know?”

    He caresses the side of your face. “Yeah, I know. But still—”

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you agree, guzzling some of the drink and showing your own slightly petty side. When you finish, you realize how much you want to lie down. “I think I’m ready to go back to bed. My stomach’s pretty calm for right now.”

    He nods and immediately moves to scoop you into his arms again.

    “Why ar—?”

    “This,” he says, holding your arms around his neck carefully, “is non-debatable '' Looking into your face, he smiles slightly. “Come on, just let me take care of my baby girl, ok? I can’t make you magically stop throwing up, but I can do this.”

    You give in easily, hating to admit how much you liked being babied by him but comforting yourself with the fact that it also helped soothe his own nerves. He sets you down just as carefully as before, kisses your cheek, and then crawls on the bed next to you. You try to find a position that doesn’t aggravate you more while he gingerly reaches over you to turn off your bedside lamp, then reaches for his phone. After a second, the quirky intro of one of your favorite calm song plays and he leans back against the headboard next to you. He smooths a strand of your hair back, then shifts to gently stroking your face, absently tracing your eyebrows as the sound fills the room.

Kylian looks over at you and sees you are still awake. He leans over to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, baby girl. Just relax as much as you can. I’m right here.”

    “I know, Kylian,” you agree, relieved to feel the cramps in your stomach ease up enough that you can feel sleep pulling at you. “Thank you.”

40 minutes later, you’re woken by the familiar, unpleasant feeling in your stomach. You bolt upright, swinging your feet out of the bed in a hurry; you’re so focused on getting to the bathroom, you don’t even notice the way Kylian wakes in an absolute panic.

    As you kneel in front of the stupid toilet yet again, you miserably realize that this was going to be one of those elongated moments, where your body was going to drag out the inevitable for as long as possible. Groaning, you close your eyes and wish for it to be over.

    “It’s all right, babygirl,” you hear his soft, exhausted voice behind you. You suddenly start crying “I’m so sorry, i didn't let you sleep” While you’re waiting, he starts braiding your hair; it’s messy, but the style keeps your hair out of your face well enough. He massages the small of your back.

    You go to shake your head, but feel your stomach lurch at that exact moment, and any comment you had in mind evaporates immediately. When you’re done, he carries you back to the sink, waiting patiently for you to rinse out your mouth before carrying you back to bed. He makes you drink more of the sports drink, he leared this because his mom used to give him sports drink when he was younger, then tucks you back in. 

    This time, you cuddle against him, needing his comfort more than your space. “I hate this,” you complain to the darkness.

    He hugs you closer. “I know.” Then, “….Do you want to go to the hospital?”

   You sigh. “No. It just sucks, that’s all.”

   Kissing the top of your head, he murmurs an agreement. 

When your eyes open again, you look first at the clock: 8:36am. Your gaze automatically goes to the man next to you, who’s slowly waking up at your movement. 

    “Kylian?? wake up—training?” you say worriedly, trying to blink the exhaustion out of your eyes. “What— oh”

    He shakes his head, sitting up partially. “Don’t worry. Are you okay?” He’s instinctively getting ready to guide you to the bathroom once again. 

    “I’m not going to throw up right now,” you answer. “Do you know what time it is?” You say shocked because he never misses training.

    He glances at the clock. “Not time for you to be awake yet,” he answers mildly. “You haven’t had enough sleep, not even close.” Seeing your concern, he fixes a strand of your hair. “I’m taking the day off. I already messaged the staff about this. Don’t worry, babygirl. How are you feeling?”

    You take a moment to consider his question. Though you were feeling a little better, your stomach still felt sick and every muscle in your body was exhausted. “I’m….a little better,” you try to answer truthfully and hopefully. 

    “Really?” he asks intently, searching your face for the truth. 

    “Yeah. I’m just…worn out. Not even just tired, but….you know, worn out.”

    He nods and starts to climb out of bed. “I know.”

    “Wh—where are you going?” you frown, struggling to sit up a little. 

    He tiredly pulls on a sweatshirt and looks for a hat. “The convenience store. You need more sports drinks.”

    “Kylian…”

    “Shh.” He stands up but you grab his hand.

    You exhale softly. “I know you’re exhausted. Just come sleep a little longer, I don’t need anything more right this second.”

    He kisses your forehead “I’ll be back as soon as i can. Call me if you need anything, ok?” Before he leaves, he turns on the TV, knowing how much you hate complete silence. Pressing his hand to his mouth, he gives you a small flying kiss and leaves.

   While you are watching a movie, you hear Kylian open the front door. When he appears in the doorway to the bedroom, he’s carrying a plastic bag filled with sports drinks and sweets & snacks. Pulling his mask off, he gives you a smile. “How are you?”

    “Still the same.” You paw through the plastic bag. 

    “Did you infer that I was dying or something?”

    He looks up quickly, and you can see from his expression that he’s guilty. “No! Well, I…not dying, definitely not, but…You were so sick last night, babygirl, you had me really worried.”

    You smile fondly, your exasperation fading. “You took really good care of me, babe,” you say. “Thank you.”

    Setting the bag on the foot of the bed, he sits next to you, leaning over to kiss your forehead for a long time. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well. We’ll get you through this.” He reaches for the bag with one hand, his eyes never leaving your face. “I got all the non-yellow sports drinks I could find!”

    This makes you laugh. “Then I’ll be better in no time!”

    He strokes the side of your face tenderly. “I hope so, baby girl. But I’m here until then.”

   He joins you under the blanket and you guys cuddle the day while watching romantic/movies.

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I hope this is okay!! If you have any recommendations or suggestions, let me know!! <3

[satanscatsworld]

Would you do TWST head cannons with an introvert MC who has hella anxiety and nervous ticks (like skin picking, hand motions, head movements, etc etc). Maybe specifically that they have what can be serious limitations, however they selflessly insert themselves into situations that obviously trigger them but they do so because their help was needed/requested? (Could be romantic or platonic or ambiguous, I shan’t be unhappy with anything you write).

I don’t know if you have character limits or ones you don’t write for but if you do you could at least include Leona, Jamil, Azul, Floyd, and maybe also Crewel? 😇 Thank you!!

TWST boys’ headcanons with an introvert MC who has anxiety, nervous ticks and who always selflessly insert themself into triggering situations! (Romantic/Ambiguous, I made it platonic for Crewel)

Part 2 with Lilia and Cater right here!

Hi, hi, I’m soooo excited to write this, I hope you will like it!

Also, I don’t really have character limits, just say whoever you would like and I’ll write it! If there are a lot of characters, it might take more time. I'm sorry I took this long to fulfill your request, I was struck by midterm exams, they end tomorrow so now I can breathe a little.

English isn’t my first language btw, I hope it won’t be too bad.

And I mostly write MC with they/them pronouns to fit everyone in!

Okay, let’s go!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is a very observant person despite looking as if he doesn’t care about whatever surrounds him. Hence, he quickly caught up on your anxiety and nervous habits.

When he sees you skin-piking yourself the first time, he doesn’t think much of it. But then, it happens again, and again, and again and soon he understands what’s up with you.

Would not understand why you would put yourself into triggering situations. Why was his herbivore so selfless and reckless to put themself into that kind of messes?

Sighs

I see him acting as if he doesn’t care much what you do except that he does, in fact, care a lot. Especially about you, you’re special in his eyes, and even if he doesn’t look like it you have to pick up on those signs because it’s actually quite obvious once you know him well.

AND YET you would find him casually walk up to you, lifting you on his left shoulder (yes, even if you’re a big person he will do that, he’s literally STRONG), and carrying you to the infirmary if you have any scars or damages due to your nervous ticks.

Would scold you because you shouldn’t accept to help others like this, mostly because it triggers you that much.

Soon, you will find him more awake than usual, as he puts efforts into subtly be there for you into this kind of situations, soothing your anxiety away the best he can.

I feel like he would ask Ruggie to keep an eye on you so you wouldn’t be alone if he can’t be there, or to tell other people to scram when you don’t dare to say no when someone make a triggering request.

“You should learn to be more selfish when it’s needed, herbivore. You can’t help others if you find yourself unable to do anything because of how it triggers you, right? Think. If you really want to help, think of best ways to do it.”

Jamil Viper

I feel like Jamil would be one of those who would understand you the best.

I mean, he’s also an introvert himself, he doesn’t have anxiety like you do but he does understand the need to put others first, even before your health. He does it all the time with Kalim, since his birth even!

HOWEVER, he finds it unacceptable that you, of all people, insert yourself into those triggering situations.

You don’t take care of yourself? Then he will do it for you.

Offers you to help whenever he can to help you deal with those situations for you, and even if you deny him, he will do it because he doesn’t like the fact you could get struck by an anxiety attack whenever you fall into those situations.

I even see him discreetly using Snake Whisper, his unique magic, to lure people away from you when they make requests you struggle to refuse.

If it helps calming you, I see him taking your hands in his whenever he sees them shaking or doing unwanted motions from you.

Would then softly stroke your hand’s bare skin with his fingers to help you calm down and to distract yourself.

Also he would cook for you your favourite food at the end of the day, a way to remind you he loves you, cares for you, and is proud of you despite you acting so carelessly.

“Here, I made this for you… What? It’s only to show you how grateful I am for your efforts, please take more care of yourself.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Oh, Azul is a busy one, he can’t hang out often. If he’s not busy with his shady business, he’s busy at Mostro Lounge or with classes. But nevertheless, he would clear some time of his schedule and spare it for you.

And that’s when he would notice.

You become more tired, more anxious. And sometimes, when you full-fill one of those requests you love so much (please, take note of the irony), he’s here as well, and that’s when he would notice.

He takes mental notes of the spasms your body makes, the motions your arms or your legs make, that are not common when you feel at ease.

Azul is no stranger to anxiety, but he wouldn’t dare to ask you about those nervous spasms you suffer from. Not that he’s feeling uncomfortable, but he doesn’t want you to feel more uncomfy than you already are.

YET, he would try to find a way to help you. May that be one of his potions that could make you feel soothed, calmed, at best to help you through your triggering episodes.

If you talk to him about your nervous tics, anxiety and the causes of those, he would make sure that you don’t have to do those any-more by letting the requests be full-filled by someone else (probable someone who owes him…)

Azul would also show you support with quality time, and protecting you from whatever situations triggering you. He doesn’t want you to go out of your way for other people, especially if it causes you harm in the end.

(Would probably ending up scaring people away with his contracts if they ask too much from you).

Would 100% cover the fact he’s soft for you though, but the Tweels see right through him and mock him for it.

“My, my, MC, would you like my help? Don’t even need a contract this time, this is all from the goodness of my generous soul…. Heck, just now I sounded like Head-mage Crowley, didn’t I?”

Floyd Leech

Ah, the moody one. Alright!

Floyd isn’t the type to care about small details, despite being very aware and observant of his surroundings. But this fact is irrelevant when it comes to you, his little shrimpy.

You see, Floyd doesn’t get enough of you. He likes messing with you, chasing you down, spend time with you to kill his boredom that annoys him more than anything.

You’re fun to be with, and that’s the reason why he spends most of his free time with you (and when his good mood strikes in).

That’s how he would notice the grimacing faces you make, when you blink to much or the way your nose wrinkles when you feel triggered. He doesn’t miss how worse it gets when you really feel bad and anxious, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

He wouldn’t find it funny, nor would make bad comments about it because this is just the way you are and this is just he way he likes you.

But again, you do that when you feel nervous, your ticks mostly show up when you’re triggered. Floyd knows you, he isn’t dumb and knows that you’re selfless enough to willingly put yourself through all of this to help other people with their stupid requests.

Man, he would be so SCARY.

Would 100% spend more time with you, where he clings to you whenever he can. If someone has (read: dares to have) the bad idea to ask something from you, and that this something happens to be one of those triggering things, Floyd is on them and trust me, not for a fun time.

You would have to learn how to deny those requests because, if not, Floyd would do it for you but not as kindly as you.

He would make you feel okay and at ease with your nervous tics. He gets that it can become annoying.

Would also ask if you want to cuddle because he likes to “squeeze” you in his arms.

Any other students making fun of you would end up on his to-beat-up list, for sure.

“Little Shrimpy~, this is not good, you should not say yes if this is going to be triggering. OR… Would you like me to squeeze them to ease things up for you? Hehehehe.”

Crewel Divus (platonic)

Oh folks, this one hits good.

Ever since you came to Night Raven College, Crewel swore over his magnificent coat, that he never saw you catch your breath nor get proper rest.

It’s always “Prefect, please do this”, “Prefect, can you help me do that?”, and everything.

He’s already horrified and impressed that you, the magicless student, lived through and handled many powerful and traumatizing overblots. And yet it seemed that you still gave other people your help.

At first, he doesn’t really get involved. It’s your business, he doesn’t see you often and he doesn’t want to cross the teacher-student boundaries.

BUT he would tell you, with his own words, that you can go to him if you need anything, just like the lost pup you are.

Would get suspicious as to why you become more stressed and anxious, you’re mostly unable to concentrate in his class, and he noticed also your behaviour becoming a bit more weird.

Why is the magicless puppy so tired? What happened to them? They seemed to be able to handle things here, no?

Then, he happens to witness one of your triggering episodes and everything made sense in his mind.

Would absolutely tell you to come at his office at the end of the class to have a little talk with you.

If you break down in front of him, he will listen to your worries and at best, patting your head so gently you feel like crying even more.

Would ask if Crowley is involved. But believe me, if he is, Head-mage is in for a not-so-fun time.

Hence Crewel would go on protective dad mode, and Crowley would be left crying in his office.

BUT, if the requests are coming from your fellow students, it’s another story.

You’re in for advices from him about how to become more assertive and selfish when needed despite your introversion and your anxiety.

Would gift you something that can ease your anxiety (like a ball you can press in the palm of your hand, that kind of stuff).

If he hears someone ask something from you that you struggle to refuse, he would gladly tell that student to ask someone else because you’re busy doing something important.

That important thing being healing yourself.

Crewel would make sure you feel understood enough. He knows you can’t overblot, but you might in you own way (with panic attacks or getting harmed by nervous tics when they hit too hard).

And finally he would probably ask trustworthy students to keep an eye on you (it will probably be Jack, because ADEUCE are, sure, your friends but always drag you in their in mess-).

“Be a good pup and listen well to your teacher: taking care of yourself will be your most important work due this month. But also every month after that. Have I made myself clear, MC?”

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I hope y'all enjoyed it, let me know if there is more request! :)

[raestarz]

A Different Type of Studying

A/N: Sorry this took so long, your girl was burnt out after playing RE4, gonna feed y’all two (or more) parts of this. And hopefully chapter 7 of rookie hour and a sneak peek of 8

Word Count: 1.7k

The night before midterms.

You knew exactly what happened during midterms, all the dumb girls who didn’t pay attention during class would come crawling to Leon asking for help. Since he was such an all around guy every girl came to him, literally and metaphorically. You sighed as you knew you wouldn’t have your studying interrupted by your best friend no matter how much you applauded him for his knack for pulling in women almost as quickly as their panties dropped for him. You exited out of your bedroom going over to Leon’s room where the two of you shared a wall.

“Leon?” You asked and knocked on his door.

Leon opened up the door with a grin leaning against the doorframe propping himself up leaning his hand against his forehead, and in the corner of your eye on his desk you could spot the basket of condoms.

“Are you here to ask for tutoring help before the midterms too?” He asked with a teasing smirk, you rolled your eyes at him.

“No, I’m just here to remind you of our contract,” you corrected him with a smug smile and he groaned tilting his head back he turned sitting on his desk chair.

“So what torture is it this time?” Leon asked with a sarcastic tone of voice.

“No this time is different, this time I’m interested in someone this time around,” you admitted sheepishly shifting your feet, looking at him and see Leon slowly put the pieces together.

“Oh ho ho, you dirty girl! You want me to help you get laid?” He asked with a laugh, you rolled your eyes at him looking away.

“Look! I’m only asking because you know yourself and the guy I’m interested in,” you explain putting your hands on your hips.

Leon gasps dramatically and has a devilish grin on his face, “Is it who I think it is?” He asks raising a brow.

“Don’t say a word to him.”

“Oh, I won’t, I just can’t wait to help you, you know [Name] I knew you were bound for slutty greatness.” Leon sighed with a grin putting his hand to his chest like a proud mother which in turn you rolled your eyes at.

“Please for the love of God, stop before I blow my brains out.” You retort with another eye roll, shifting your feet walking over to his bed and sitting on it.

Leon grew serious and smiled at you softly, “So first things first, you’re already beautiful so you should never have to change yourself for a guy. Okay, [Name]?” You nodded in return, he continued, “There is a party tonight, so wear your sluttiest clothes.” He grinned.

“Okay…Any help like you know help me get laid?” You asked slowly as if he was brain dead. Leon rolled his eyes in return, “I’m getting to that part, tonight is a test run and tomorrow I teach you physicality. Let’s just promise not to…do that cliche movie shit in your books,” He teased and then held his hand out for you to shake which you did.

“Good, now that we have that settled, get your ass up and get ready to shake it at that party. Bring back the party girl [Name] from high school!” Leon cheered and you nodded, feeling honestly excited and overwhelmed for this party it was nearly nighttime already. You got up from his bed and did a little jog to your room, going to get ready for the party.

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Leon knocked on your door impatiently, just as you were about to get up from your vanity, “I’m coming, I’m coming, damn.” You mutter as you fixed your heels and walked over to the door opening it, giving Leon a little pose.

Leon’s eyes widened before he gave you a small smile, in the back of his mind, he knew the guy that you liked, Aaron didn’t deserve not a single chance with you. And his silly middle school felt like it was rushing back to him, Leon had to remember he was done liking you romantically shaking his head slightly as you snap him back to reality.

“So…?” You draw out giving him a 360 turn, “Do you not like it? Is it too much?” You ask nervously, not caring for Leon’s approval but caring for it as he was your best friend.

“Oh yeah, it’s great, Aaron will love it.” Leon emphasized with his brows raised, you smiled at him.

He looked good too, smelled even better especially.

Wait, why’re you thinking that?

“Well you don’t look too bad yourself,” You said with a smile, taking in his short sleeved maroon shirt and black cargo pants with matching black Nikes.

You patted his cheek teasingly, “Don’t look like your mom dressed you for once,” you laugh as you put on some setting spray and your perfume.

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As you two arrive at the party a chorus of “Hello’s” sound out as people notice you and Leon. Mostly Leon since he’s more well known considering his friend group known as the ‘saviors‘. It’s okay though you were friends with them too, you waved at Chris, Jill and Claire before going over to the well proclaimed dance floor.

Looking over the crowd for Aaron, Leon already left your side to go talk to his friends. You smiled as you finally reached Aaron, “Hey, Aaron.”

Aaron quickly turned around as soon as he heard your voice, smiling at you, “Hey [Name], didn’t know you liked to party.” You shrug nervously, suddenly feeling self conscious of your dress as he eyed you. “Yeah, Leon dragged me out.” You laughed and suddenly wished your best friend was with you again.

Aaron nodded with a smile, “Well do you wanna dance?” He suggested and you nodded eagerly, he reached out his hand and suddenly you were dancing with him, you felt confident in that moment like you were getting somewhere with your crush.

He kept his hands on your hips as you two danced to the music and you two flowed perfectly till Leon came over, “Hey Aaron, can I borrow my best friend for a dance?” You immediately whipped your head toward Leon and raised a brow as if to question what the hell he was doing.

Aaron looks between you two and shrugs before going over to his group of friends, as he walks away you glare at Leon and he smiles at you. “Why would you do that?” You ask.

“Men are simple creatures, make him jealous and he’ll want you more.” Leon smiles as he grabs your hips and you can feel your body beat up, “Let’s drink a bit, yeah?” You sputter out looking away from Leon and he nods, grabbing your hand to take you over to get some drinks.

You drink about three shots with Leon, to give yourself some liquid courage, you can’t even tell why you feel so nervous about dancing with Leon. But you swallow down that feeling you turn your head and look at Leon, his eyes meet yours and he gives you a playful smile.

“Ready to go dancing?” He asks, propping his head up on his hand as he leans against the counter, you nod, taking one more shot. You grab his hand leading him over to the dance floor, the both of you giggling. The perfect song plays on the dance floor and you and Leon are in perfect sync practically predicting the other's dance moves.

He rested his hands on your hips turning you around your back against his chest as you two slowly danced along to the music, Leon’s hands traveling down feeling you up before finally resting on your waist, and honestly you didn’t mind it.

It was just helping you make Aaron jealous and hopefully like you more, right?

Right.

The song finally ended and the liquid courage with it, you suddenly wanted to go home and as Leon let go of you, you wanted his hands back on you again. God damn, he looked good. Leon took you back over to where you two previously were drinking.

“Ready to go?” He asked, raising a brow, you nodded with a smile.

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As the two of you got back to your shared apartment you immediately took your heels off sighing softly.

“God I forgot how it felt to go out and go to parties again…” You sighed rolling your shoulders, Leon hummed in acknowledgment. Taking your heels out of your hand gently and putting them on the shoe rack along with his shoes.

“Yeah, did you have a good time?” Leon asked with a smile as the two of you sat on your guys’ couch. “Yeah definitely, it was a great time all around,” you grinned and rested your legs across Leon’s which he immediately started to massage your feet making his way up your legs, his eyes met yours every so often to make sure you were okay.

You leaned back onto a pillow on the couch stretching slightly, “I just had the funniest idea,” you started. “Oh? What’s that?” Leon asked, pausing slightly as he was massaging your calves.

You laughed slightly, “What if you took my virginity? To help my pre-sex jitters before doing it with Aaron…” You explained sitting up looking at Leon. “What do you say?” You asked as you watched Leon’s face seeing as he thought all of this over.

“I would say you’re drunk and need to sleep,” He laughed jokingly pushing your head back onto the couch. “I’m being serious!” You huffed pouting slightly but on the inside you knew you were definitely drunk and definitely a lightweight because you had some drinks before you left the party.

“Uh-huh, sure you are. Go to sleep [Name]. Talk to me about it tomorrow.” Leon suggested and when he turned his head you were suddenly asleep, he shook his head with a small laugh grabbing the folded comforter off the couch laying it over your asleep body turning you to your side. Grabbing the trash can from the bathroom, water, tylenol, gatorade and saltine crackers. Placing them all in their proper spots before kissing your forehead and going to his own room for bed.

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter six — stargazing

WORD COUNT — 1,772

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — ah yes, the iconic skeletal formula fic, which i taught myself how to write a skeletal formula and promptly deleted the info from my brain a week later

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School was quickly becoming the bane of your existence. Between the economics test you and the others had all studied for last week — which you were extremely thankful for, as it helped your grade immensely — and the teachers grilling everyone about midterms, you were under more pressure than you’d ever felt, and were assigned more homework than you knew what to do with. 

Along with that came the fact that college admissions had finally opened up, and you were entirely unsure as to where you wanted to go. There were good schools in New York City, and for a very long time you had planned to go to one of them with all of your friends so that you wouldn’t have to pay as much for a dorm or an apartment. Now, though, you’d have to do that wherever you went, and you hadn’t been talking to your city friends as much, and you just weren’t sure what to do anymore. No matter how far you went, you’d have to get a dorm or an apartment, and if you chose to go out of state, that meant even more of a cost. 

Today, though, you were focusing on something that, overall, seemed small, but to you, was anything but. You invited Newt over to the house to help you attempt to understand the one subject that seemed to be out to kill your GPA — chemistry. He should be arriving at any minute, wielding his seemingly miraculous understanding of the science in order to help you with the ten homework questions that you’d been putting off since Thursday. 

Dinner had long been eaten and cleaned up, Thomas and Chuck had retreated to Chuck’s room to play video games for the rest of Chuck’s night, and your dad and Maggie were watching a movie in the living room. You were with them, sitting in the armchair and barely processing the movie as you waited patiently for Newt to show up. 

When the doorbell rang, you practically sprung from your chair, ignoring the chuckle your father let out as you did so. Newt greeted Maggie and your dad as you invited him inside, his school bag slung over one shoulder. He received a quick, warm welcome back from the couple as they kept their eyes on the movie.

Newt followed you upstairs as you led him into your room, keeping the door open — a rule firmly set by your dad when you told him about Newt’s coming over this afternoon, though you knew nothing that your dad was implying was going to happen between you and Newt. 

“I still don’t get how you don’t understand chemistry,” Newt said, dropping his bag by your bed and taking a seat on it. 

You scoffed, grabbing your textbook and homework supplies, sitting cross legged near the head of your bed. “Says the guy who was literally named after Isaac Newton.” 

“One, remind me to punch Gally when I see him tomorrow for telling you that,” Newt rolled his eyes, “and two, Isaac Newton was a mathematician, not a chemist. You’re thinking of Marie Curie.”

“Oh, like that makes such a big difference,” you dismissed him, grabbing your pencils. “You’re still named after a freaking genius.” 

Newt laughed, shaking his head before mirroring your position on the bed and diving into the material. 

Half an hour passed by as Newt explained the homework and everything that related to it, but it seemed as though your brain simply refused to process it. You’d only gotten three questions done, and you were twice as frustrated as you were when you first started. 

“How do skeletal formulas even work? I don’t get it.” You groaned, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. “Just write out the damn formula, give me a periodic table, and let me figure it out from there.” 

Newt couldn’t stifle his laughter. “It doesn’t quite work like that, Y/n,” he said, writing something out on his piece of paper and showing it to you. “Writing out a skeletal formula is just taking an outstretched version of a molecule and breaking it down into its functional groups and carbon.” 

He turned the paper back to him, writing something out, and underlining ‘2-butanol’ before getting back to work, explaining and showing it to you as he went along. “So, you see how I wrote out all the atoms connected to one another with these lines? C is carbon, H is hydrogen, and O is oxygen. The lines that connect the carbon together is the carbon skeleton, and OH — the oxygen and hydrogen — are the functional group, so they can stay, and so can the carbon.” 

Newt erased some things on the paper before the lead hit the paper, drawing out something new. “Take out all of the letters except for the OH, connect all the lines, and viola,” he showed you the paper with a smile. “A skeletal formula.” 

“Oh,” you nodded, “I still don’t get it.” 

Newt sighed, dropping his pencil onto his paper. “Honestly, I’m starting to think you’re a lost bloody cause.”

“Maybe I am.” You shrugged, glancing around your room before an idea came to your mind. “How about we take a break, do something else, and come back to this with fresh minds.” 

“Like what?”

You smiled, almost mischievously, nodding your head to the window across the room. “Wanna go look at the stars?”

Within minutes, you and Newt had pulled a blanket onto the roof of the garage, laying it out across the shingles in order to be comfortable. Newt had grabbed his jacket from where he put it on the back of your chair, and you brought out your comfiest sweater from your closet. 

Newt was already laying down comfortably by the time you’d gotten onto the roof again, his hands tucked under his head. You laid down in the spot to his right, eyes trailing up to the sky, mesmerized by the view. The quiet of a town already gone to sleep settled over the two of you, washing away the stress of high school chemistry and replacing it with the tranquility of a quiet town and a beautiful sky. 

“It’s so beautiful,” 

“Yeah, it is,” Newt’s voice nearly caught you off guard, as though you’d forgotten he was even there. 

When you turned to look at him, his eyes were already on you. 

Newt sucked in a breath, turning his gaze back to the stars. “I used to do stuff like this all the time when I was younger.” 

“I don’t think I’ve seen stars like this… well, ever.” You admitted. “Living in a big city, all that light pollution… The sky didn’t even get that dark at night. It just got sort of… reddish. It wasn’t even like it was really dark outside sometimes.” 

“Really?” Newt frowned. “I can’t even imagine something like that. When I was young, I had this obsession with the stars and constellations and stuff. Every chance I got, I’d ask my mum to buy me books about them. I even learned how to point out the bloody constellations from my bedroom window.” 

And, for the next little while, that’s what Newt did. For the better part of an hour, though it didn’t feel anything close to that long, Newt pointed up at the stars, rattling off star names, the names of the constellations that connected them, and some of the stories that people connected to them long ago. You watched him happily, soaking up everything he told you. You glanced at him more than you did the sky, though, as the look on his face was what had you truly enamored. The passion and joy gleaming in his eyes was worth the cold chilling you to the bone. 

The chill of the autumn air mixed well with the cadence in Newt’s voice, soothing you until, before you knew it, you were teetering in and out of sleep, balancing very carefully on that dangerous tightrope. 

When you finally found the strength to open your eyes, Newt had fallen silent, eyes locking with yours as a playful smile stretched onto his lips. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You fell asleep,” he laughed. 

“I did?”

“Yeah, about twenty minutes ago, I think,” he shrugged, sitting up. “We might wanna go inside now, though. I’ve gotta go soon, and we still have work to do.”

You groaned, dreading going back to the discarded chemistry textbooks on your bed, watching Newt push himself to his feet and extending two hands to help you stand. You accepted the help and quickly got to your feet, ignoring how warm his hands were in your ice-like ones. 

Still, you folded up the blanket and trudged inside after Newt, returning to your homework and doing your best to complete it within the half hour window you were left with until Newt had to go back home. Most of that time, however, had been spent joking around, mostly about how you were most definitely going to fail the class, until you decided to copy Newt’s homework, which is mainly what you’d been doing for most of the semester, anyway. 

You walked Newt to the door at ten minutes to ten o’clock. Most of the lights in the house were off, and your main guiding light was the TV as your father lay on the couch, passed out with some history docuseries playing absently in front of him. 

You opened the door for Newt, leaning against the frame with one hand on the doorknob after he passed through it and stepped onto the front porch. Just as he began to leave, you said, “Thanks, by the way,”

Newt turned, a playful smile on his face. “For what? Letting you copy my homework for the hundredth time?”

“No,” you scoffed a laugh, “for teaching me something, at least. I might not understand the shrouding mystery behind a skeletal formula, but I do know about the Greek mythology of Orion’s belt, and that’s gotta count for something.” 

Newt shrugged, his smile growing softer with each second. “No biggie. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.” You nodded, watching him descend your few stairs and head to his car, pulling away from the curb and heading home. 

Long after his headlights were gone from your sight, you headed inside with a sigh, resting your forehead against the wood of the door as you closed it. And even though the day ahead of you was just going to be another boring, monotonous day, you couldn’t help but be excited for it to begin.

series masterlist: @heliads @ghostofscarley @badbatch-simp24 @virginia-peters @third-broparcelicito @lamolaine (open!)

[m-i-s-a-n-t-r-o-p]

✨ 30/10/23✨

things i did for school today

- moved on with my studio project

- learned a new command in Rhino7

- started studying physics for my midterm (which i found out today is next week like hello? damn)

- redid my descriptive geometry homework because i got it wrong the first time

- helped my friend with his studio project and also helped my other friend with her 3D model

selfcare moments

- had chinese for dinner because i was craving it sooo much and it was delicious

- talked to my best friend and had a really good cup of tea with her

- finally organised my room!! it’s so clean and pretty, i want to keep it this way haha

- put on make up and felt so pretty today (after a long time of feeling ugly)

- had a cigarette break with my friend

- made myself really good breakfast and snack for school

- also i read my favourite book!

things i am grateful for

- my best friend

- my friends at my dorm

- good food

- good weather

- my computer and youtube (these are literally saving my academic life right now)

- my boyfriend

- my newfound friends at uni

tasks i’d like to do tomorrow

- study physics once again

- do my homework for drawing class (because i didn’t have time to do it today)

- rewrite my notes for materials and technology class

how i felt today

it was really an exhausting day i must say but it was also weirdly good and i am so proud of myself for actually studying! i’ve been a bit tired the whole day so i can’t wait to go to bed haha. today was a good day, the weather felt like real autumn finally and i liked my outfit and make up, so i felt confident and like myself again. right now i feel like maybe i should’ve been a bit more productive but what has passed has passed and now it’s time to go to sleep, i can work on more things tomorrow <3 remember not to be so hard on yourself!

🎧 walk the river - guillemots

✍🏻 this too shall pass

peace and love!!

x

[fenraheart]

Welcome to my rant on why Mike walters is a worse person than Jon sims so people should be nicer to jon by the transitive property

I think a lot about comparisons between woe.begone and tma because they’re both hyperfixations but anyways here’s my unfiltered 2 am thoughts

(Spoilers for both ahead)

(Making the note now that “mike walters” refers to a collective of ALL mikes walters)

Something I find interesting is that mike walters is probably a worse person than Jon sims (despite Jon being sort of the cause for actually literally the end of the world), and yet mike’s friends are more sympathetic to mike than Jon’s friends are to Jon.

Like, Jon was manipulated into that, obviously he didn’t *want* that. I don’t really attribute that to him. Tbh the worst he’s done is eat some fear and kill some evil ppl but that’s not that bad. (My standards have been shifted so far due to mike walters LMAO)

You could *argue* that mike has been forced into doing shit but half the time it’s mike’s future/alternate self doing the forcing. He’s literally going “yeah I’m doing this to get time travel (power), not to help Matt” in season ONE. Part of the reason he wants power is because people are trying to kill him but like. It’s the pursuit of a horrifying technology beyond what humanity should have (cosmic horror, but that’s a separate tumblr post I’ll make at some point). I struggle to find a reason WHY Mike wants more and more power so bad but that’s part of the point. There isn’t really a point, other than to be the strongest one, the one on top.

Like, Jon is really trying to save the world. Mike wants power so that he can’t be pushed around by those above him. Both are willing to kill/hurt to survive, but mike’s motivations are inherently more selfish.

(There’s also the “mike(y?) kills 1500 people” thing but tbh im currently coping and hoping hunter’s lying about that one 🙂)

Anyways. Arguably Jon has a higher kill count if you count the apocalypse, but I don’t, so mike has the higher kill count and I love him for that.

Which brings me to my point. Why are people so mean to Jon??? He’s literally trying to do the right thing and manipulated at every step of the way. If mike “killed way more people than the average person” walters can have nice friends then Jon deserves nice friends. Mike will shoot someone he doesn’t know in cold blood if someone convinces him it’s for Edgar.

I’m spitballing here but it might be their meow meow factor. Jon tries to be appear more competent than he is, tries to cover up the inner pathetic meow meow. Mike is whiny and he canonically has “puppy dog eyes” and looks at people like 🥺 when they’re trying to kill him. He’s literally a cat he knocks things off the shelf (kills people) but then he goes 🥺 and you can’t stay mad at him. He openly admits to attempting to appear MORE PATHETIC to get a guy choking and threatening him to stop.

I have a databases midterm tomorrow so here are some functional dependencies of questionable accuracy of what a functional dependency is

Mike is a worse person than Jon —> his friends are nice to him

Jon is an okay person —> his friends are mean to him

Jon is an okay person —> mike is a worse person than jon

And here’s the kicker (transitive property):

Jon is an okay person —> his friends (should be) nice to him

[substituted-shinigami]

Bleach Book Club - Letters From The Other Side

Welcome to Bleach Book Club, where we discuss Bleach Books! Today we are going over the first Bleach light novel, Letters From the Other Side!

Non-spoilery description:

The book description of this story is: It is a novelization of the early chapters of the Bleach manga. Now I’ve read very little of the manga, mostly just watched the anime, so I don’t know if that is true. However I can say for sure that this story did not appear in the anime. Rather than “monster of the week”, like many of the early episodes of Bleach are, it is a “slice of life” story about a lazy sunday at the Kurosaki Household. Rukia makes fun of Ichigo for being "such a hard worker" and studying on the weekend. Ichigo makes fun of Rukia for sleeping in so late and forgetting they have a test LITERALLY TOMORROW, at which point Rukia freaks out, and hijinks ensue. It’s great! Please check it out if you haven’t already, but for those who just need/want a quick summary, here you go!

Spoilery description:

It’s Sunday at the Kurosaki household so that means no school and the clinic is closed. Everyone is eating a leisurely breakfast, except for Ichigo who has to quickly eat in order to bring breakfast to Rukia in secret. When he gets there, despite the fact that he’s two hours later than he normally would be on a school morning, Rukia is still fast asleep, and doesn’t wake up until he knocks. He makes fun of her for this, but Rukia is too happy about receiving food (especially if that food is a cucumber and ham sandwich) to be too mad about it. When she sees Ichigo studying at his desk, she teases him for being such a hard worker for studying on such a nice day. At which point he turns around and says she must be easygoing to not study for their test tomorrow. Rukia says that written tests don’t matter, only practical exams do, and asks when those are. Ichigo says they don’t have any, at which point Rukia freaks out. Turns out if she gets bad marks and has to stay after school, she’ll miss her favorite anime. She demands Ichigo teaches her how to study, but he says he’s too busy studying for the tests (I believe they are midterms?) himself. Kon calls Ichigo heartless, but Rukia agrees Ichigo shouldn’t have to help her, and after changing in the closet, leaves for the library. After she leaves, Kon reminds Ichigo that Rukia is from another world, and therefore legitimately doesn’t know how things work here and probably actually needs help, despite what she says. After some more “Kon hijinks” that results in Ichigo removing his pill so that he can study in peace, he thinks about Rukia’s predicament, sighs, and gives one of his friends a call.

After leaving Ichigo’s house, Rukia runs into Orihime and Tatsuki. When asked where she’s headed, she just mentions she’s going to the library to study. They ask her if she wants to study with them, but due to needing to go to Urahara’s as well, she declines. Orihime then offers Rukia her notes, but Tatsuki says that despite Orihime being very smart, her notes are completely nonsensical. Tatsuki then apologizes and says that her notes are all over the place, but that if Rukia has extra time, she can always come by her house later to study. As the girls leave, Rukia thinks about how nice they are.

Unfortunately, the translation I read was missing the next chapter where Rukia goes to the library, but I think she runs into Keigo and Mizuiro? She tries to hide from them, but fails.

Anyway, the next chapter has Ichigo meeting up with Chad, apparently the only one in their friend group with actually good notes. In fact, Chad’s notes are so good that they have helped Ichigo improve in some of his classes in the past. Anyway, Chad gives him a notebook and asks if Ichigo is using them for himself. Ichigo lies and says he is (since he can’t tell him about Rukia living in his closet), and Chad immediately realizes the truth, but is nice enough not to say anything. They then part ways.

In the last chapter, Ichigo gives Rukia the notes when she returns to the house. He explains they are from Chad, and that even if she crams, she should be able to get by. She thanks him genuinely before disappearing into the closet to study.

My thoughts:

Let me start off by saying, I really love this book. I enjoyed the slice of life feel, and I was really able to connect to the characters. I have been both the Ichigo and the Rukia when it comes to waking others up/being woken up in the morning. I am ABSOLUTELY NOT a morning person, and neither are my siblings, so sometimes I'm the one and other times I am the other. Also, food 100% makes the process better! 10/10 would recommend. Also, I know this is personal, but I love that the Kurosaki family water down their juices. As someone else who grew up with multiple siblings, watering down the juice is a great way to make it last longer, so that was a nice detail. Lastly, I will love this book and Tite Kubo forever for giving us bedhead Rukia art! She is adorable, and I love her with all my heart!

Moving on to the rest of the story, I like that we get to see Rukia interact with some of the other characters too! Rukia is pretty walled off emotionally during the Soul Society Arc, so it's nice to see her inner dialogue when talking to characters like Orihime and Tatsuki. Poor girl, she really liked them, but was scared to get too close! She wasn't of this world after all…

I like the bit of lore we get about Chad and Ichigo’s history too! I like how it builds out their early relationship beyond just "fighting bros".

And in the end, Ichigo gives Rukia the notes because he is a chump, I mean, a really nice guy! (Despite his attempts to appear otherwise, lol!) And Rukia shows honest gratitude despite her SS Arc tsundere tendencies! All in all, a good end to a good book!

Things I learned about the characters:

Ichigo: His family's clinic is closed every Sunday. I always assumed it was an emergency room, and that they were open 24/7! Also, I think this novel is a good reminder that Ichigo doesn't just help out his friends by fighting. He does little things like this too!

Rukia: I always assumed she wasn't a morning person, but this definitely confirms it! Best bedhead, 10/10! I wanted to hug her so bad! I would argue, however, that despite this, she is a very light sleeper since she wakes up on the first knock. Considering her background, both in Rukongai and as a soldier, this makes sense. Also, Rukia, even though you are my favorite character, and I love you, you would make (and technically did make) a terrible roommate! But hey, this does mean she makes great roommate/found family sitcom material! Get this woman a show! (Oh wait!) Anyway, as what was implied by Canon, Rukia is a terrible written test taker, but could probably apply the principles well enough.

Orihime: Is a genius, and just like all geniuses, her notes are illogical to the average person, or shinigami in this case! Also, I wouldn't be surprised if Orihime sort of figured out that Rukia was going through some stuff, not just physically (what with the supernatural battles and all), but also emotionally. Orihime is a nice person who loves making friends, but getting turned down by someone you barely know rarely upsets someone this much. Add that on to what we know of Orihime's past, and I wouldn't be surprised if she figured out that Rukia was severely depressed and was hiding it from everyone, including Ichigo. I think it would be interesting to see Orihime's perspective of Rukia during the Soul Society Arc.

Tatsuki: Her notes are also very bad! Haha! I'm still mad Rukia didn’t take her up on her offer of coming over to study. I WANT TO SEE THESE THREE GIRLS IN A STUDY GROUP TOGETHER!

Chad: The only character out of the entire story who has good, legible notes. Good on you, Chad! I know it feels weird to bring up Renji in a story where he doesn't show up, but if he was as good a test taker as his academy days backstory suggests, then I think he and Chad would make good study buddies!

Kon: Despite Kon being uh… Kon, I like how this story reminds us that this guy is pretty insightful too. Really wish the original story did more with his character.

Final thoughts:

Definitely check this story out if you get a chance! It’s a lot of fun and it’s always nice seeing these characters in such a chill setting. I love them all so much, and think they should all get an apartment together in a college style/found family AU asap! (Oh, look, a drabble!)

Anyways, thank you for reading!

Sources

Story: https://www.wattpad.com/122235261-bleach-letters-from-the-other-side-letters-from

Art: https://imgur.com/a/bYWlb

[astriiformes]

Cried in front of my Norwegian professor because I forgot that our big midterm project was due today and not tomorrow, and I went to him after class just to be like "I am so sorry I am so bad at homework. My life is on fire but I swear I like this class and am looking forward to next semester"

....and then I also very nearly cried in front of my favorite professor from last year because we met to talk about the possibility of me doing an independent study with him sometime before I graduate and he was so kind about wanting to put together something that would really help me refine my goals and have some ideas about where to go after undergrad, and also about the fact that my life is a mess and it's making it hard for me to think about the future.

TL;DR - I think somewhere down the line I may literally owe my career to some of my professors being so kind and understanding this time around despite everything else falling apart around me.

[buffythevampirelover]

Wednesday, March 6th

As always I am swamped with schoolwork! I have a midterm tomorrow that I have not done nearly enough studying for :,) but some good news: I made a friend in my journalism class (a journalism major) who is also a fiction writer! On Monday we went to a cafe together and did some writing and then we swapped works and gave each other criticism. It was SO helpful, but also just so nice to have someone irl to talk with the way I do with you guys on here!

Recent Watches: Yellowjackets (just started s2), Doctor Who (just started s6), and we watched the film She Said in my journalism class yesterday

Recent Reads: literally just textbooks. I haven’t read for enjoyment in so long

Recent Work: mainly Liminal Bird-Dogs! I feel like I’m in a really good place with it rn :)

[seiwas]

*Runs out of my cave screaming* sEEELLL!!!!!!!!! *slides on the ground* how are ya ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ hopefully you had a great weekend <33 I am barely surviving midterms 😭 tomorrow is my physics midterm and I hate physics with every fiber of my being omg it's the bane of my existence and I'm contemplating just barely studying cause atp nothing's gonna change if I study or not, the results will still be the same 💀💀 I just want to skip the next 2 days :"D I wanna draw more stuff 😔 but anyways enough rambling dhhdjd I'm wishing you a great week with the best vibes!!! And I'm so so SO excited for col 4, vibrating in my seat at every mention and update and you best believe I will be on it as soon as it drops!!!! Wishing you lots of inspiration and more good vibes for the whole writing process mwah mwah much love 💗💗💗

MIDIIIIII!!! 🥺 hello!! i am doing ok!!! got to get some writing done while i was out today!! and i did have the most amazing weekend 🥺

oh gosh midterms 😭 you're almost there!!! i hate physics too tho... it sucks ass, i said the same thing (the bane of my existence) when i was taking it 😭 honestly, i'd try to give advice but i literally had the same dilemma as you 😭 i think what helped me a lot were youtube videos!! idk if those will help you and we'd have a few practice questions too, so i'd focus on those!! (not sure if your professors are as kind sdjfhbasj)

am wishing you the best of luck on your exams too 🥺 2 more days!! give it your all so you don't regret anything 🫶🏻 at least you tried!!! i am going to do my best!!! to get it up soon!! so that after your exam it can be like a lil reward for you too 🥹

thank u so much midi u r so sweet and supportive always 🥺 am looking forward to ur next doodles i am sure they're gonna be amazing 🥺

[wndaswife]

i literally have a midterm tomorrow but every time i sit down i have the urge to write 😭😭 i found a completely empty classroom and instead of studying im like hM WHAT A GREAT PLACE TO WRITE ! help

[thebirdandhersong]

the eagle and child, week 2

Have you settled on a story idea yet?

YES and I'm running with it!! :D running real fast!

How has your story idea changed over the course of the week?

ohh, yes. It was a LOT more convoluted when I was working on the outline. Hopefully the adjustments I've made to the plot line make sense!

Are you adjusting plans as we get closer to the deadline? Have you switched story ideas? Changed focus?

Yes, because of the tendency I have of turning any project into a full fledged novel. So I am constantly adjusting plans. I did have to put aside my original idea (the one about ballet and nightmares) for another time, but I'm pretty excited about the one I'm sticking with.

Have you written any of your story? How much?

We are halfway through part 1 out of 3, which is a little disheartening, but I have made little snips here and there and things should be moving along well by tomorrow! As I mentioned--I've made adjustments to the plot. Whether or not this will turn out well remains to be seen.

Do you have an idea of how long your finished story will be?

....probably about 10k-15k. Hopefully not close to the length of last year's story (which has exceeded 70k).

Have you created any extra things related to your story–artwork, playlists, moodboards, etc.? Do you care to share?

OOO YES Here is the playlist and here is the moodboard! Artwork will emerge closer to the finish line.

What are your plans for the coming days? What do you hope to accomplish?

Tomorrow is the Day to make as much progress as possible, since I'm still in the middle of midterms at university and have a TON of things to read and write for class next week. I hope that I'll make it at least 60% of the way through the story tomorrow.

How are you pushing yourself with this writing process? Are you hoping to develop any new skills?

A new narrative approach! And I'm working on making my dialogue more realistic and more telling of the characters' individual voices and motives.

Have you learned anything from this writing process?

I literally just need to sit here and write for hours at a time without being bothered, and writing in short increments makes me SUPER antsy.

Are you learning anything about yourself as a writer?

I need to not listen to anything while writing or I will go insane. The playlist helps me get into the right groove of things, but it cannot play while I'm writing or I will... just not write at all.

[silverislander]

i honestly would drop this fucking writing course if i still could i'm so goddamn frustrated with it, and yall KNOW how bad i wanted this/how much i love to write so that means smth. it's like it was set up to torment me specifically. "oh here's everything you want to learn but it's actively adhd/autism/nd-hostile"

no schedule, prof is LITERALLY making it up in class in front of us from week to week and frequently forgets/gets confused in making them herself

no grading guidelines- i had to ask for a rough idea of how we're getting graded and even then, she didn't give a very informative answer

only received my first grade after doing four assignments already, which isn't exactly fucking helping me improve, esp since our grades are based on continuous improvement

prof doesn't appreciate fantasy or horror... this is a comparatively v small complaint bc she still allows us to submit whatever we want to write but like. man. even the horror i would sort of get, everyone has limits and it can be a tough read, but all of her prompts are really only applicable to modern-day realism bc you have to base them on smth you experienced and "make us question the line between fiction and reality" so.

the amt of work varies WILDLY due to the schedule issues- this week (beginning of midterms!) i have a 2000 word story and at least 10 250 word reviews due by tomorrow, which i've only had a week to complete... during fucking midterm study. IT'S A CREATIVE WRITING COURSE. i get more notice for 2 page essays in any other course jesus fucking christ

has moved physical rooms bc. she didn't like the first one, so now i'm confused half the time and don't remember where to go. she also doesn't have a key to the new room, so we have to call a security guard to unlock it and it frequently makes us late to start and subsequently late getting out, which is Upsetting for me, why can we not stay on schedule i am on campus for 9+hrs

did i mention this class is 7pm-9:30pm. with one less than 10min break.

prof fucking REFUSES to answer emails despite making email the one way to contact her... i emailed her once on a thursday afternoon and didn't get a response until tuesday afternoon, which was one day before the deadline and too fucking late to change shit if i had been wrong

no clear guidelines as to where/how to submit work, which is a weekly struggle

prof is literally making up terms i am NOT KIDDING. she's speaking in fucking riddles my god. nothing she's requested us to write has been a real term, and i've googled them to check

also writes her assignment guidelines in her creative writing style instead of just giving us the basic info, i.e. one page rambling abt the topic, one paragraph of actual vague guidelines

0 forgiveness for missing dates/being unable to make class/etc. one girl said on the first day that she couldn't make next week's deadlines bc she has a full time job and a family and the prof's response was "well, i guess you're going to have to drop this course". and she DID

if you email her a question she Will make it obvious in front of the class who asked

all i wanted was to enjoy meeting other writers and to try to improve my own work but i'm stressed out of my fucking mind bc she can't be assed to actually do her job. i've had genuine actual stress dreams about this fucking class (among others but besides the point). the total lack of consistency is killing me

and i didn't get that one singular grade until after the 75% drop date, which means if i drop it now i at BEST get 25% of my money back, and it's way too late to try to pick up another class as a replacement. this is all bullshit i fucking hate this