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soobibabe · 1 year ago

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kiss me more

pairings: choi soobin + reader (university au) warnings: they fuck. soobins a lil rough. yadayadayada.

It's been 2 weeks since you and your boyfriend moved into your apartment together. His parents decided it was best if he had his own place for college, and frankly, they absolutely adored you.

His mom and dad knew you were a good influence on him even though you're younger. He's in his third year meanwhile you're in your first.

On the first day that you moved in, you two made a truce to stay abstinent until finals end.

However, due to the fact that you're ovulating and your boyfriend is well, Choi Soobin, it was gradually becoming harder to stick to the plan you came up with in the first place.

Soobin is shirtless, pacing around the house reading An Introduction to Modern Astrophysics. You feel like a man in the 1700s seeing a woman's ankle for the first time.

Perhaps it's his concentration face, the way his glasses sat on his nose, or the way his sweats hung just low enough to show off his Calvins.

You craved him, but there was no way you were gonna interrupt him while he was that focused.

Taking matters into your own hands, you make your way into your shared room and head straight to the bed.

You sit up straight against the bed frame and sink your hands into your pants gently caressing the supple skin just above your core. The touch felt good, but you can already tell this won't be enough to satisfy you.

You slip your fingers under the hem of your underwear and run your index down your slit, collecting the slick that had gathered from fantasizing about your boyfriend. The feeling causes you to twitch, imagining it's Soobin's hand instead of yours.

You rub your clit in, desperate for any stimulation you could find. Sliding a finger inside was easy given how soaked you were.

These motions continued for a while, bringing you closer to your edge, eyes sealed shut trying your best to suppress your whines.

Your movements suddenly come to a halt. A larger hand wraps around your wrist and pulls your hand out from under the sheet before you can register what's happening.

The loss of friction causes you to groan. When you look up, you meet the dark eyes of the source of your dilemma, glaring straight at your fucked out face.

"Soobi-" He shuts you down with a rough kiss.

The hand he has a hold of replaces his lips as he shoves the fingers that were previously inside of you, into your mouth. "taste good?"

"My turn" The sheets are thrown off onto the other corner of the bed and Soobin tugs your pants off all in one swift motion.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself while I'm around baby?" his voice is soft, but there's a devilish look on his face. You can sense the venom in his words.

You shake your head in response.

"Coming up with a stupid rule about not fucking you so that we could focus, yet you're here touching yourself while I comply?" he lets out a low chuckle. "Been studying to keep myself from ruining you every day since we moved, yet here you are"

"I just wanted to-" he pulls your panties to the side and thrusts two fingers into you, repeating the gesture. Instead of finishing your sentence, you moan out, already overwhelmed by pleasure.

"feels so good, Soobin"

"Look at you, so needy already" he slows his pace "but this won't do"

The hand that palmed his hard-on through his pants, dips into his boxers and takes his cock out. Tip crimson, begging for situation.

"Let me suck you off. I promise I'll make you feel good"

"Aw, my pretty girl's begging to please me" he takes his fingers out of you, using the wetness from your cunt to lubricate his neglected cock.

He uses his free hand to grab a fist full of your hair and guides your head to his tip. "Sure you want this?" he asks, adjusting your bodies so that he's standing at the edge of the bed. "Mhm" that's all he needed to continue. "Stick your tongue out" you obey and he slaps his tip against it. You take it upon yourself to wrap your lips around it drawing figure eights on it with your tongue. "fuck, just like that" You look up at him while sucking it slowly, torturing him. Maybe you forgot who was in control here?

He made sure to remind you, though.

Without warning, he uses his hand in your hair to hold you in place, thrusting his dick further into your mouth.

Tears start rolling down your face, only turning him on more. "Good girl"

He's practically fucking your throat. "Fuck I might cum down your throat if we keep this up. Need to be in you" he inquiries.

You pull off his cock with a 'pop' sound. "Please"

"Whatever my pretty girl wants, yeah?"

Soobin pushes you onto the bad face into the mattress, a pillow under your stomach, manhandling you in the best way possible.

Almost immediately, he slides his dick into you.

"Taking me so well" adding another inch. It hurts, but once the pain turns to pleasure you forget it ever stung.

"Good girl, fitting my cock right in. Made for me, all mine" fuck he's driving you insane. You're never prepared for how thick he is. The 2-week intermission has you feeling like you're a virgin all over again.

Shortly after, he's pounding into you at a lethal pace. You feel so good. He feels so good.

"Clenching me so hard baby, did you miss my dick that bad"

"yes, fuck yes! Soobin!"

"So fucked out already and we only just got started, what will I do with you?"

The knot inside of your stomach burns, anticipating release.

"Please, please, please" "Please what pretty, use your words, I know you can" "Please let me cum" you manage to get out of your system. "Not yet, y/n"

Oh but the way his tip attacks your spot feels heavenly. You're about to cum. "Fuck, y/n you're clenching down on me so hard, god"

"Cumming, sorry"

"Fuck you're creaming all over me" he pulls out at the peak of your climax, what a fucking sadist. He switches the position again, this time, you're on top of him. "Ride it, since you can't follow instructions, hm?"

"You look so pretty like this, baby" you grind your hips down, clit hitting his pelvic bone. His hand reaches up and grabs one of your tits, his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. You regain your stamina at the sight of his fucked out features, riding his faster.

"Fuck, y/n, can i cum in you?" you nod your head, yes.

"please do" you moan out.

Soobins hands maneuver to your hips, holding you still to fill you up all the way. "Good girl" he moans.

"Took my cum so well." His eyes glued to where you connect, watching his cum leak out. If it's possible for a man to get a boner while he's already hard, that's what just happened to him.

"Tired" you whimper, body feeling limp. "That's a shame, I'm not done with you just yet"

He flips you over onto your back, still inside you. "Feel me here baby?" he asks, pressing his hand on the bulge his dick imprints on your lower abdomen. "Just a few more rounds. You can take it, yeah?"

A/N: was in heat wrting this i apologise ^^

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wintrwinchestr · 2 years ago

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lather (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

moodboard by @iamasaddie

summary: you decide to try shaving your pussy for the first time on your first night settling into jackson with joel. he accidentally nicks you while helping you shave, but he makes sure to kiss it all better <3

warnings: 18+, smut, early jackson joel, established d/s relationship, porn with some plot (probably too much), oral (f receiving), innocence kink/roleplay, daddy kink (bordering on ddlg), shaving, a bit of insecure reader, blood (tried to keep it short & not very graphic), sprinkle of humiliation, pet names (darlin’, baby, babygirl, lil’ girl, honey, sweet girl, etc), joel refers to reader’s pussy as she/her, spitting, reader can be lifted by joel and has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, implied *legal* age gap (reader went to school in the qz)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this fic is based on an nsfw audio by u/organ_donor86 on reddit!! i went to reddit and found it again so i could properly credit them for the inspiration, but i haven’t heard the full audio in probably 2 years so this fic is only based on what i could remember of the premise <3 this is my first time writing smut, nice comments and reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed!!

You were sat on the end of the first clean, comfortable bed you had encountered in twenty years, taking in the surroundings of the charming bedroom you now found yourself in: The deer antler lamp emanating a warm glow from the bedside table, the framed paintings of various Wyoming-native wildlife hung up on the walls, the earth-toned woven rug beneath your bare feet. You took a deep breath, savoring the smell of a house that had never known decay. For the first time since outbreak day, you felt safe. Truly safe. Of course, Joel did his best to protect you as you traveled together over the last year or so since you met him, but you were never really without a looming threat of danger nearby.

His familiar, comforting voice startled you out of your daze.

“Y’ alright, babygirl? Settlin’ in okay?”

You looked over to where Joel was standing in the doorway, freshly showered and changed into a clean flannel and jeans.

You smiled with a relaxed sigh, flitting your eyes around the room again. “Yeah, I like it here, it’s cozy… Can’t wait to finally get a good night’s sleep in this bed tonight.”

“I’m with ya, baby, Maria ‘n Tommy gave us a real nice place, huh? Speakin’ of which, it’s about dinnertime, I think they just started servin’ it up down at the dinin’ hall. Why don’t we all go get somethin’ to eat together, hm? I know you must be hungry, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened and your smile dropped a bit at the prospect of socializing with strangers, especially after the exhausting day you’d had getting to Jackson. Joel clocked your expression immediately, approaching where you were sat on the bed with slow strides. He gently pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“I know, my babygirl’s a shy one, huh? There’ll be a lotta people down there, I know…” He stroked a lock of hair behind your ear with his other hand. “Why don’t I go down there myself and see about bringin’ back some plates for us to eat together, just you and me? We’ll save the introductions for tomorrow, alright, darlin’?”

You nodded, your shoulders relaxing as your anxiety was soothed by his reassurances. He smiled down at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Alright, sit tight, honey, Daddy’ll be right back… We’ll have a nice lil’ night together.” Another soft kiss, to your lips this time, and he was gone from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You got up from the bed and padded over to the window. Peering out to the main road, you could see a crowd of people lined up outside the dining hall to get their evening meal. You figured you had at least fifteen minutes or so until Joel returned, deciding to take the opportunity to explore more of the house while you waited.

You wandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway, peeking your head around the doorframe of the first room you came upon. You reached out your arm and blindly felt around for the lightswitch, flicking it on once you found it. You were still standing in the doorway, knowing by now to wait a beat for the roaches to scatter before stepping fully inside. But to your surprise, there were none. The fluorescent ceiling light revealed the room to be a bathroom, a clean one at that.

You stepped over the threshold, immediately taking notice of the charming basket of homemade-looking toiletries perched on the sink’s granite countertop. It might as well have been Christmas morning, the overwhelming joy you felt at the idea of getting to take a bath in a clean tub with soap after all these years.

You picked up a white bar of soap from the basket and brought it to your nose, your eyelids fluttering closed as you inhaled its sweet vanilla scent. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed something even more enticing in the basket: a razor. The QZ school you attended had allowed the boys to have them in order to keep their facial hair under control, but deemed them a non-essential for the girls. Which, you supposed, was true, but you had still always fantasized about having a smooth, hairless body like the girls you had seen in wrinkled magazines and faded movie posters.

Your newly acquired shaving supplies planted an idea in your head: you were going to surprise Joel by shaving your pubic area for the first time. You imagined what it would be like to make a move on him after dinner, getting him hot and bothered, letting him carry you back up to the bedroom to have his way with you, and the wanton look on his face when he pulled down your cotton panties to find your pussy glistening and bare for him for the first time.

You practically tripped over your own feet in your rush to close the bathroom door. You quickly stripped off your worn jeans and underwear, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom to be dealt with later. You plugged up the sink and began to fill it with warm water, hoisting yourself up onto the countertop.

You swished the bar of soap around in the water, then rubbed it on a small patch of hair to create some suds. You placed the razor onto your soapy mound, then dragged it upward along your skin toward your belly button. Removing the hair proved to be more difficult than expected, and you were surprised to find that it hurt. It felt like you had just ripped out the hair instead of shaving it clean off. Just as you had touched the razor to the same thatch of hair to try again, you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps approaching, returning with your dinner much sooner than you had expected.

He was slowly turning the knob before you had a chance to get up and lock the door. “You in here, darlin? I was callin’ your name but you weren’t respondin’, and you weren't in the bedroom…”

“Sorry, Daddy… I’m just, um… doing something…” you responded, not very convincing in your flustered state.

“Can I come in, baby?”

You hummed your permission and he pushed the door open. The concerned look on his face dissolved when he saw you, worried at first that you might have been crying. His eyebrows raised and his lips parted in realization as he took in the sight of you before him.

“What’re you doin’ in here, darlin’, hm?”

“I… I wanted it to be a surprise. Wanted to shave it for you…” you admitted with a defeated pout.

“Oh babygirl… you know I’ve never cared about what you look like down there, don’t you?” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze, beginning to regret giving in to your girlish idea.

“I know, but… just wanted to look pretty for you, that’s all… like the girls in the magazines…”

“Oh, baby… you’re already the prettiest lil’ angel I ever laid eyes on… But if you really wanna shave her, Daddy’ll help you, sweet girl, don’t gotta keep struggling…”

He pulled up the worn little wooden stool from the corner of the bathroom and took a seat between your spread legs, gesturing for you to hand him the razor and bar of soap. You gave them up reluctantly, placing them delicately into his calloused hand. Your lips were still formed into a little pout, upset that your surprise had been ruined.

He dipped the vanilla-scented bar into the sink again, then rubbed it back and forth along the same vertical strip of skin above the hood of your clit that you had tried to start shaving first. He took note of the shoddily clipped hairs and how the skin beneath them was already looking a bit irritated from your misguided attempt.

“Gotta shave in the direction of the hair first, honey… like this…” He swished the razor in the water, then demonstrated the technique. The fingers of his left hand were splayed out across your lower tummy, his thumb pointed down, tugging the skin up towards your belly button as he shaved downward with his right. “See, baby? Just like this…” He did a few passes over the area, rinsing the razor in between each one.

You were mesmerized by his movements, watching his expert fingers work to remove coarse hair, revealing velvet smooth skin underneath. His hands looked so strong and competent as they moved from one patch of hair to the next, his brows furrowed and his tongue peeking out from between his plush lips in concentration.

You felt your core becoming wet as he exposed more bare skin to the bathroom’s cool air, his warm breath ghosting over your clit with each careful stroke of the razor. As he pulled away to admire how his work was coming along, the focused tension between his eyebrows released, noticing your hole beginning to drip.

“Oh…” he breathed, gathering some of your wetness on his thumb and bringing it closer to his face, inspecting it. “What’s all this honey, hm? This just from Daddy helpin’ you shave your lil’ pussy?” He sucked his thumb into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he savored the flavor. “Taste so sweet, babygirl… always so fuckin’ sweet f’ me…”

You nodded and whimpered at his words, heat rising to your cheeks at his slight mocking tone. “Can’t help it, Daddy…” Your hips started twitching of their own volition, rocking upward toward where his lips were now curled into a faux-sympathetic pout. You knew this was part of a little game he liked to play with you, the one where he made you feel a little embarrassed for being so easily turned on by him.

“I know, honey, I know… Lil’ girl can’t ever help herself, always gets wet f’ me so easily, doesn’t she? But you gotta hold still f’ me, let Daddy finish helpin’ you shave, okay?”

You gave another quick little nod and a hum of agreement that came out sounding more like a pathetic whine, and tried your best to control the movements of your pelvis as he got back to work.

But his big, warm hand was spread out over the delicate skin of your tummy again, and his lips were so close to being right where you wanted them, and what little self control you had been able to muster was quickly beginning to slip away. You were nearly able to contain yourself for the rest of his shaving, but your eager hips betrayed you on what would have been the final pass of the razor, giving a swift little buck toward Joel’s face despite your best efforts to keep still.

He wasn’t prepared for your sudden movement, and the sharp blades nicked the skin of one of your outer lips. You let out a startled cry as a little crimson pearl began to bloom on your sensitive skin. Joel gasped and was quick to apologize, even though your injury was really due to your own desperation. “Oh, Christ… I’m sorry, babygirl, I’m so sorry… here, gimme a tissue, baby.”

With a shaky hand, you reached over to the box of tissues sitting on the back of the toilet, plucking one out to hand to him. He dropped the razor in favor of the tissue, balling it up and gently pressing it to the little cut. His free hand quickly came up to the side of your face, smoothing his thumb across your cheekbone. “You okay, babygirl? I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean t’ hurt ya… told ya to keep still for me, baby…”

He wiped away a tear that had slipped from your lashes as you sniffled. “I’m okay, Daddy, jus’ scared me… stings a lil’ bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does… my poor girl. Daddy shoulda been more careful, knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, needy lil’ thing… But you know what, babygirl? Daddy knows somethin’ that’ll help, that’ll make it stop hurtin’...”

“What is it?” you asked, soft voice still wavering slightly.

“Well, I read somewhere a long time ago… that spit can help a lot with lil’ cuts and things…”

You could tell this was part of one of the other little games you liked to play together. The one where you pretended to be innocent and inexperienced, when in reality, Joel had made sure you were anything but. But you liked this game, it put butterflies in your tummy and made your weeping hole quiver when you played the part for him.

“It… it can?” you wondered with a naive-sounding lilt.

“Oh yeah, babygirl, you never heard o’ that before? Spit can help a whole lot, ‘specially Daddy’s spit, can make it feel all better, darlin’...” The stained tissue now discarded, his thumbs gently stroked the slick pink skin of your outer lips as he spoke, careful to avoid your little injury. “And your lil’ baby pussy is a real uncomfortable place to have a cut like this, too… Don’t want my girl hurtin’...”

Your eyebrows were knit together with need as you released a pathetic whimper, your breath hitching and heat rising from your fluttering tummy all the way up to your cheeks. He barely concealed a smirk as he noticed the change in your demeanor, knowing how this particular game had always affected you.

“Whaddya say, sweet girl, hm? You wanna give it a try? You want Daddy to kiss it all better?”

You nodded frantically, your mouth slightly agape as you began to pant out of desperation.

He was quick to deliver a small swat to your inner thigh at your unspoken answer.

“Words, baby, you know better…”

“Y-yes, Daddy, please, want you to kiss it better, make it stop hurting…”

“There you go, good girl. Spread your legs a lil’ more for me, honey, let me see her…”

You wiggled your thighs further apart on top of the counter, giving him full access to your now soaking cunt.

“There she is, baby, she’s cryin’ for me, ain’t she? Needs her Daddy to make her feel all better…”

He placed a few wet kisses to the afflicted area before looking up at you with apologetic eyes. “How’s that feel, babygirl? She still hurtin’?”

You nodded your head with a pathetic little cry, mindlessly chasing after his mouth with your hips. “Still hurts, Daddy…” you vocalized your answer this time.

“Yeah? Poor lil’ pussy… She need some more lovin’ from her Daddy? More of his spit to help make her feel good again?”

Another frantic nod, another eager mewl. “M-more… please, Daddy…”

“Alright, babygirl, don’t you worry, Daddy’ll give her some more…”

He latched his lips onto your swollen clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and giving it soft kitten licks. His large hands were firmly planted on the inside of each of your thighs, keeping you spread wide as he devoured you. You were already so sensitive from his teasing, it wasn’t going to take much more to push you over the edge. You were practically riding his face, your hips canting feverishly into his mouth with each expert drag of his tongue across your folds.

When he started fucking his tongue into your bitty hole, swirling it around and then licking back up to your clit to circle it, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please, Daddy, please… feels so good, ‘s too much, gonna cum, Daddy…”

“Yeah? I dunno, babygirl, I don’t think she’s healed all the way just yet… might still need some more takin’ care of,” he murmured into your pussy before pulling his head away to spit directly onto your cunt. The lewd action was enough to launch you into your orgasm right then, his head still between your legs, slurping up the divine combination of his saliva and your sweet juices. As you rode it out, his tongue maintained a gentle, steady strum on your clit, eliciting breathy whines of please and yes and Daddy…

When you finally came down from your high, your breath catching up to you and your hips stilling, your pussy twitched one last time at the sight of Joel’s wrecked face. He was smirking up at you, his face soaked with your slick, thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your thighs.

“Well, I reckon it worked, whaddya think, darlin’? She feelin’ better now?”

“Much better… thank you Daddy…” you sighed, still catching your breath.

“You’re welcome, babygirl, such pretty manners… Now, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up and have some dinner, hm? I even brought back a slice o’ huckleberry pie for ya if you eat all your vegetables like a good girl…”

You lit up immediately at the promise, prompting Joel to reach into the basket and pull out a soft, cream-colored washcloth. He dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess, and carefully cleaned up your now freshly bare pussy. When he was done, you took the washcloth from him, rinsing it in the sink before repeating his cleansing process on his own face. He helped you up off the counter before leaving the bathroom, returning promptly with a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. He helped you into a clean pair of panties, which you noted felt nice against your naked skin, then into a warm sweatshirt and comfortable leggings.

He carried you into the kitchen and sat you down at the little table set for two. You ate your dinners together by soft candlelight, relishing the feeling of having a sturdy roof over your heads and warm food in your stomachs.

You supposed tonight, and this little house in Jackson, represented a new beginning in more ways than one.

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dyingroses · 1 month ago

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The Owling pt22

Hestia looked across her desk to see a pair of little hands grab the edge, followed by two pigtails then a pair of golden eyes

"Auntie Hestia?" Athena asked standing on her tippy toes on the plank that connected the legs of Hestia's desk.

"Yes, munchkin," Hestia replied warmly as her heart screamed from the cuteness.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Hestia said, "Come here, munchkin."

Athena scampered over to Hestia who put her on her lap

"What do you wanna know, my little genius," Hestia said giving her adorable niece a kiss on the head.

Athena hesitated a moment fidgeting with her pigtails before peering up at her aunt.

"How do you be a good big sister?"

"Well -"

"Wait -

Athena climbed down ran across the room to where she left her pen and papyrus then ran back over. Hestia lifted her up onto her lap again and Athena unrolled her scroll, titled it as quickly as she could, biting her lip in concentration. Then looked up at Hestia.

"I'm ready!"

Posiedon was exhausted from his trip to Olympus. His siblings tended to do that to him. Plus there was the whole issue of the Metis and her adorable daughter. Poor girl is probably so sad and scared, Poseidon thought. He had loved his cousin, sure she was a bit of a know-it-all times, Poseidon thought fondly but she had taught him a lot about his domain and she was the precious sister of his wife and other Oceanid cousins. All Poseidon wanted was to curl up with his wife even though he wasn't sure what to tell her about their niece. Zeus's introduction of her was designed to emphasize that her maternal origin was not to be questioned. Then again what was said in his bedroom never left the chamber. Poseidon doubted he'd be taken as seriously if anyone but his wife saw him that vulnerable. Unfortunately, his wife decided now was a great time to have their rascal granddaughters and little brat of a son over.

"Move," Poeseidon told Pallas who was sitting on his wife's lap.

"Poseid - !" Amphitrite began to scold.

" - No!" Pallas shouted curling into her grandmother who wrapped her arms around her.

"You women are conspiring against me," Poseidon said only half serious and actually slightly amused.

"Husband. Stop acting like a child, and leave the actual child alone," Amphitrite scolded.

"But that's my spot. She's sitting right where my head is supposed to go," Poseidon retorted.

"Come on, Pallas, listen to your king," Triton chimed in.

"It's not fair! He gets to spend all night with grandma! I've only been here for half an hour," Pallas whined.

"Fine, we'll share," Poseidon said as he picked up both his wife and granddaughter and placed Amphitrite on his own lap. Poseidon kissed his wife which caused Pallas to make a disgusted face and finally get off her grandma's lap.

"Wait, Pallas," Poseidon called out to his granddaughter, as she ran off, "How old are you again?"

Poseidon reached his hand out trying to assess how tall she was.

"She's four, do you not remember her birthday a couple months ago?!" Amphitrite said.

"I have a lot of things to remember. Like this meeting we had up there."

Amphitrite caught the concern in his voice, a hint of melancholy.

"Come on my precious princesses, it's time for bed," Amphitrite said, getting off her husbands lap and playfully grabbing Pallas and spinning her upside down.

"What happened on Mount Olympus, dad?" Triton asked after giving his mom and daughters kisses on the cheek.

Poseidon didn't respond. Just drank his wine.

"Oh, come on, dad!" Triton said, "I'm a grown adult! Fates, I have three children myself!"

Poseidon laughed. Tired but genuine. He did respect his son, he had grown into a wonderful young man and ruler and father. Sometimes Poseidon couldn't believe what he had produced. Then again Triton was half Amphitrite's.

"That doesn't stop you from whining from excessive curiosity," Poseidon said booping his son on the nose.

"You're not gonna tell me the news. This is of importance to the realm . . . And . . you seem kinda upset," Triton responded, " What happened up there?"

Poseidon sighed as his son got into his line of sight with those seal eyes. Really pulling out all the stops he is, Poseidon thought fondly as his son coupled a logical argument with a childish tactic. It worked though.

"You have a cousin."

"Zeus had a kid."

"Yep."

"It was really only a matter of time if we're honest."

"Yeah."

"So who is the mother?"

Poseidon put down his glass

"That's where it gets complicated," Poseidon said, "The way Zeus announced her it is clear we are not ask about her maternal origin."

"But . . . there's more to it than that."

"You're very clever, son."

"Clever enough to wonder why you're stalling."

"What I'm about to say must not go beyond these walls, is that understood?"

"Of course."

"Because he may be your uncle but he is not to be crossed. He can and will hurt you."

"I understand, dad. I have three daughter I love very much. I'm not about to leave them fatherless. Trust me, my self-preservation is strong."

"The girl . . . resembles . . the first queen of Olympus. She resembles Metis. And . . I'd say considering the resemblance and the girls age, it's logical to assume that she's Metis's daughter."

"How do you spend time with a baby, they can't talk or walk?" Athena asked her aunt, looking up from the list she was making on "How to be a good big sister."

"Mostly you hold them a lot and bounce them."

"Spin them around?"

"That too. Also just singing and talking to them, it helps them learn to talk eventually."

"Can I talk to them about owls?"

"Yes, about anything you want."

Athena scribbled down the words "Owls," "Pegasi," and "ocean."

"Okay, what else?" Athena said giving Hestia her full attention, eyes wide as if expanding to make space for more information.

"Well, when they get older you'll probably play and talk to them more so it's important to be patient and understand that sometimes they have big feelings of feelings that are different than yours. The world can seem very intense when you're young and it's important not to forget that as you get older."

Hestia held a finger to her lips and motioned for Hera to follow her, a bright smile on her face. The door was cracked but Hera could hear Athena's voice coming through it.

"You will never vanquish me! Pew! Pew!" Athena said in a deep voice, throwing a couple beads at the other doll. She had built a fortress out of of bowls and beads and other crafting items Hestia had. She knocked over the second doll and ran back to the first one.

"You will die. No one will defeat me!" Athena said continuing the villains monologue. She then leaned the doll again the tower and ran back around to the second doll. She made the doll climb to her feet in a dramatically slow and painful struggle despite it only being made of cloth.

"Maybe. Maybe not today, maybe not ever! But if I can knock you out long enough to kiss my beautiful wife then I will!" Athena said voicing the Heroine.

"Aww -" Hera started to say but Hestia covered her mouth and pulled her to the side away from the door frame. Staring at each other they both found it hard not laugh

"We mustn't laugh, she'll feel ashamed," Hera said as she and Hestia moved away from the door.

"I know. We shouldn't have spied on her but it was just too cute, I had to show you."

#the owling #epic the musical #epic #athena #hestia #hera #poseidon #triton #amphitrite #pallas daughter of triton #pallas #greek mythology #greek gods #metis greek mythology #metis #greek myth retellings #fanfiction #post #epic athena

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sealochs · 6 months ago

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a year in review

my therapist recommended that i sit down, go through my diary & calendar & blog, & compile a list of everything i have done this year so that i have incontrovertible evidence of the immense amount of things i have achieved, survived & overcome in the past twelve months. & it has been so affirming & empowering to do; at the end of a year which has felt so overwhelming, i can hardly believe that i actually achieved all of these things. & w. was there for very, very few of them. i deserved & deserve so much better, so much stronger, so much kinder.

anyway, i'm putting the list under the cut, & warmly recommending this to everyone as an activity in self-respect, self-love, self-reflection, etc., etc., & co.

i maintained, cleared and sold my late Mum's house this involved constant emails & phone calls all year, exhausting journeys of over 300 miles by train & then by car once i had my licence, endless tip runs & charity shop runs, selling furniture on eBay & arranging for collections, liaison with estate agents, speed learning a lot about property & finance, exhausting garden maintenance & cleaning, fights with the council who kept fucking up the tax liabilities; and none of this is to mention the emotional difficulty of sorting through my mum's things, deciding what to keep & what to give away & what to sell, & the grief of leaving her house for the final time in july; the house where i had cared for her, the home she had lived & died in. & i did almost all of it entirely on my own.

i bought my own flat in Edinburgh a joyful counterpoint to the above; a safe place finally to land, which i can make entirely my own; i think it's about the best thing i could have done for myself post-breakup, but it is also a very real way of closing the door on my relationship, & i've felt very bittersweet about that. i have also had to make removals plans over the festive period & balance a lot of very time-sensitive admin with similarly time-sensitive end of semester marking. the move in january will be exhausting, but so so wonderful when it is done & i am settled.

i wrote the 2nd chapter of my PhD all 20,000+ words of it! & i have done, of course, all the reading, thinking, editing & rewriting which this involved. but it is now a very solid, very good chapter, & only needs minor edits to be polished. that i managed to pull this off around everything to do with mum's house is truly incredible to me. i don't know how it happened but it did, & it's work that i am so proud of.

i taught on 3 summer schools one in st andrews, one online & one in cambridge. i wrote & gave two lectures, one on mrs dalloway & one on a sketch of the past, & delivered large- & small-group teaching on five different woolf texts. they were such rewarding experiences, & i cannot wait for next year's.

i taught my 1st undergraduate course an introduction to english literature course, 1800 to present day! like the summer schools, this was so wonderfully rewarding. i got to plan & deliver a semester's worth of seminars, & mark coursework essays & exams. i learnt so much about what works & doesn't work for this kind of course, & can't wait to apply those lessons to next semester's teaching. the fact that i even managed to deliver my classes on mrs dalloway the day after w. broke up with me, & find joy in doing so, is probably a highlight, actually. it shows me how good i am at what i do; i can do it with a broken heart.

i went on 2 archive trips one to king's college, cambridge, & one to the british library in london. i made really significant discoveries on both trips & i'm so looking forward to writing them all up into my 3rd chapter next year. both of these archive trips were also done around trips to mum's house to do clearance & maintenance & meet estate agents, & again the fact that i managed still to make them so productive is incredible to me.

i presented at my university's graduate conference & submitted an abstract for next year's international woolf conference! a light conferencing load for me this year, because i simply didn't have time for them, but i already have so many on my cv that i'm feeling very at peace with that.

i passed my theory & practical driving test got my licence finally in may, which made the final stages of dealing with mum's house easier; actually passed in the pissing rain while suffering from a horrendous cold, then did the long drive to the midlands only a few weeks later.

i went to therapy consistently even when it was hard; even when i didn't know what to talk about; even when i felt like i was constantly repeating myself; i trusted the process & i'm so glad i did.

i broke up with my phone this was a gamechanger in september. some of it has slipped since my actual breakup, but some of it has stuck, & i'm hopeful that i'll get back to a more phoneless existence in the new year. at the end of september i felt so much more present, so much more alive, so much more observant & focused & active. i'd like to feel that way again.

i travelled i was so lucky to travel to dublin, iceland, new york, india & france this year; i'm hoping for more european city breaks next year. vienna is already booked for january, & prague, stockholm & copenhagen are on my wish list. solo travel is a big goal.

i reinvested in my hobbies & interests i went pretty regularly to a weekly writing group! i did two blocks of pottery classes! i got a swim membership & took up regular swimming again! i walked & hiked & went wild swimming when i could! i also read 14 books, which maybe isn't a lot, but in the context of everything else i did this year it's something i'm proud of, & i enjoyed every single one. i also cooked a lot of new things, & fed myself well for the most part.

& in addition to all these things; all of this hard work, all of these decisions, all of the admin, & all of my grief, i still held so much time & space for my friends this year. i think this may be what i'm most proud of. going through my diary & calendar, there are so many entries for dinners & visits & trips & drinks with friends, new & old. i have for the most part managed to be present for the people i love & who love me, despite everything. if there's anything i definitely want to take into the new year, it's that.

#edinburgh era #a blank page; a rewrite #2 0 2 4

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lilacskyly · 1 year ago

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Internet Boy ☆ (Satoru Gojo x Reader College AU) Part 1/???

Starting my 2nd semester tomorrow so here's this to celebrate

College, ah college. You really didn't have much else to say for it. You didn't really hate it or love it per say, you were just there. Enter you, the person not many people talked to, the one who always participated in class yet still didn't know what the hell they were doing, and how could I forget, the one who's also taking 17 credits this semester for God knows what reason.

6 classes? Yeah, pffft, no big deal (it's not like you almost failed your 5 classes the first semester). Your first day of your second semester was steadily approaching, and surprisingly, you felt ready for it.

You hopped on your phone to text your group chat made up of online friends.

You rolled your eyes as you put your phone down. Might as well get ready for tomorrow.

You entered your first class and greeted your professor. Just as class was about to start, enter Satoru Gojo, college’s biggest prick. You had some classes with him last semester, and for some reason, he always seemed to want to annoy you and you alone. All the girls would swoon over him and then stare daggers at you as he always chose to sit next to you. And wouldn't you know, he's doing it again. He slid into the chair next to you before smirking. “Heh, wassup Y/N.” he greeted you with a wink.

You groaned. “Shut it, Satoru.”

“Aw…. You still mad at me?” he pouted.

“You were almost late to class… again.” you said, trying to change the subject.

“So? It's the first day. Not like they expect much.” he laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“Way to set the expectations even lower…” you sighed.

Gojo stuck his tongue out at you making you roll your eyes. You ignored him the rest of the class. It was pretty simple, just read over your syllabus and introduce yourself to people in the class. Of course in your circumstance, you had to be paired with Gojo.

He (as always) wasn't paying attention and was on his phone. “Ahem”

He glanced up at you before putting his phone away hurriedly. “Wazzup?”

“We're doing introductions… Since we're like the only two sitting here, I'm stuck with you.”

He smirked before sighing, “Fine by me. It's easier than actually having to introduce myself to someone. Oh, what major are you again?”

“For the fifth time, it's psychology.”

“Right… right. Why did ya pick something that boring?”

“To see what the hell is wrong with people like you.” you spat at him.

His hand shot up to his chest, faking pain. “Ouch Y/N… low blow.”

“Bet you haven't even decided your major.”

“Oh, I have… kinda.” he muttered. You cocked an eyebrow causing him to stutter even more. “I-I mean… it's probably not permanent but for now I'm doing theater—”

“Perfect, maybe your dramatic ass can finally annoy someone who's not me.”

“Daw, but I thought we were friends—!” he started.

“As if. Now, I'll be leaving. Suggest you're not late for your next class.”

On the way to your next class, you checked your phone.

You chuckled lightly to yourself. Gods he's hopeless… wasn't he like this with a girl last semester too? He really should change his name… maybe that's what's putting them off.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #fanfic #jjk fake texts #gojo satoru x you #suguru geto #shoko ieiri #part two coming sometime this week

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aishangotome · 5 months ago

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Personal Branch (Xia Xiaoyin): #1 Dongshui Illusion Techniques (东水幻术) Part 7 | Beyond The World 世界之外

Part 6

♡———♡

Fortunately, although the final step of the ceremony wasn't completed, the clan still recognized that I was married, so I could begin learning illusion magic.

Aside from that, life was no different than before. Xia Xiaoyin helped me tend the flowers and plants every day, as well as raising the chickens and ducks. After a long period of practice, he finally became more and more skilled at these tasks.

And I, to ensure that his leg injury wouldn't leave any lasting effects, still carefully changed his bandages for him every day.

Today should be the last time I need to change his bandages.

Xia Xiaoyin watched me skillfully prepare the medicine, seemingly lost in thought.

Liu Hu is my cousin. Her mother is my mother's older sister, so we share the same maternal grandmother—in other words, she and I inherited the same branch of illusion magic.

Therefore, Liu Hu would be teaching me illusion magic, with my "mother" occasionally offering guidance as well.

I learned that so-called "illusion magic" wasn't as mysterious as I'd imagined. It's not magic in the traditional sense. The principle behind it is the use of extracts from hallucinogenic plants, supplemented by certain psychological suggestions, to make people see specific types of hallucinations.

After getting a basic introduction, I wanted to try the effects of my own "illusion magic." But it's difficult to cast this kind of illusion on oneself. So, I asked Liu Hu for advice—

You: Sister Liu Hu, how can I test the effects of my own illusion magic?

Liu Hu: Test it on Yin Xia.

You: Huh?

Liu Hu: Test it on him. Otherwise, what's the point of having a husband?

Liu Hu's tone was so matter-of-fact that I couldn't help but feel that it was a perfectly normal thing to do.

After finishing my studies for the day, I returned to the room to discuss the matter with Xia Xiaoyin.

He was surprisingly generous about it.

Xia Xiaoyin: Test illusion magic on me? Go ahead.

According to what Liu Hu said, the more you evoke negative emotions, the easier it is to successfully cast illusion magic. Therefore, scenarios linked to emotions like fear, dread, and anxiety are relatively easy to manipulate.

On the other hand, illusions that evoke positive emotions, making people feel happy, warm, or relaxed, are much harder to pull off.

As a novice, I decided to give Xia Xiaoyin a good fright.

I sprinkled a mixture of plant extracts on myself and deliberately sat close to Xia Xiaoyin so he could smell it.

Xia Xiaoyin stiffened slightly and scooted a little further away.

Xia Xiaoyin: Why are you sitting so close today?

He spoke stiffly, but the back of his ears reddened again.

You: I used a new kind of plant fragrance today. Do you think it smells good?

I deliberately held my sleeve, which had the mixed extract on it, in front of him.

Xia Xiaoyin sniffed cooperatively, then quickly looked away.

Xia Xiaoyin: ...Barely passable.

Feeling that Xia Xiaoyin had probably inhaled enough of the mixture, I deliberately steered his thoughts towards fire—

You: I lit a candle in the room earlier, but I think I forgot to blow it out. I'm not sure if I placed it securely. What if it starts a fire? Yin Xia, could you go check?

Xia Xiaoyin glanced at me, muttered something under his breath, and turned to go inside.

A moment later, he suddenly ran out, frowning, and scooped me up into his arms, running outside—

You: Xia Xiaoyin, what are you doing? Put me down!

Xia Xiaoyin: There's such a big fire! Didn't you see it? Why didn't you run?

You: Xia Xiaoyin...

My illusion magic worked!

But instead of happiness, I felt a strange mix of emotions in my heart.

I quickly pulled out a small bottle containing another mixture that could act as an antidote to the illusion and opened the lid, placing it under Xia Xiaoyin's nose.

You: Wake up. We're both fine. What you saw just now was my illusion magic.

The look in Xia Xiaoyin's eyes returned to clarity.

I realized I had unintentionally called him by his real name. Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice.

You: You can't give a warning before casting an illusion, or it might not work. Don't be scared.

Xia Xiaoyin: I wasn't scared. This is nothing. We'll try again next time.

Taking advantage of his height, those smoky violet eyes looked down at me.

Xia Xiaoyin: You're quite capable. You succeeded on the first try. As expected of my ---

He stopped halfway through, looked at me, and gave a soft laugh.

Xia Xiaoyin: Next time, show me some real skill. It'd be best if you could actually manage to scare me.

I thought to myself, "Scaring you? That's easy." Since you asked for it, don't blame me for not holding back.

Dongshui Illusion Techniques: Part 8

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#东水幻术 #世界之外 #beyond the world translations #xia xiaoyin personal branch

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lompia-sysdev-blog · 5 months ago

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Week 1: This is Where It All Begins

Hi, welcome to my humble blog! I’m excited to take you along on this journey as we explore the ups and downs of this semester. Let’s dive right into what happened during Week 1. Spoiler alert: it was quite the introduction!

The Orientation

Our first day of class kicked off with an orientation that felt both exciting and nerve-wracking. Only 14 of us showed up that day, making it an intimate and cozy gathering. I found myself sitting in a row with Ian, Rona, and Edther—a trio I didn’t know I’d be working closely with soon enough.

Our instructor started by giving an overview of what the semester would look like, and let me tell you, it was both intriguing and a little intimidating. One particular highlight of the discussion was the mention of our Final Performance Innovative Task. This group project would serve as the culminating activity for the class, and our instructor emphasized that it would require teamwork, creativity, and lots of brainstorming.

Forming the Dream Team

When it came time to form groups, the choice was pretty obvious. With four of us already sitting together, Ian, Rona, Edther, and I decided to team up. It felt like a natural decision, and we didn’t hesitate to claim each other as teammates. From there, the real work began.

Brainstorming Session

After the orientation, our instructor gave us some time to start brainstorming ideas for our innovative task. Ian and Edther immediately stepped up with some solid suggestions, which showcased their creativity and problem-solving skills. Meanwhile, Rona and I played supportive roles, contributing to their ideas and refining them further. It was a collaborative effort, and I could already sense the synergy within our group.

Looking Ahead

This first meeting left me both excited and curious about what’s to come. With a small class size and an enthusiastic group, I have a feeling this semester will be memorable. Stay tuned for more updates as we tackle challenges, explore ideas, and hopefully create something amazing together!

Thanks for stopping by, and see you next week!

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juicewaaa · 1 year ago

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OCVERSE/S INTRODUCTION

Hi! I'm Joshua. I like to draw and make stories that I mostly keep to myself and to some of my friends LMAO. I do post oc content from time to time with little to no context, and there are some things that I put in the drawings that only a few will catch if they're actively hunting out for lore crumbs from my drawings alone HSHHSSHS

I find joy in my creations, and I hope that one day, if I get enough courage to openly talk about my characters, people will enjoy them as much as I do! For now, I will introduce my ocverses and provide little info about them without spilling too much! I'm not sure if I'll be making tags for each of them, but I'll see if I'll need them in the future.

☆ PEPENOVERSE ☆

[Dayo Lamang ang Kapayapaan (Peace is Just an Immigrant)]

"The number of crimes has increased at an alarming rate, most of which were countless murders of politicians and company leaders. The authorities are starting to suspect a lot of people for such crimes, yet none of them dare point their fingers at a certain family name..."

(David "Red" Shion • Master of the Shion Family)

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☆ EDENVERSE ☆

[A Star's Wish]

"After the death of Eden's Ruler, the angels and demons have decided to appoint Raina's son, Sol, as their new ruler. The Goddess of Stars had disappeared and the stars have been silent since then, that is until one day..."

(Marchelleinne "March" Blancheistre • Witch)

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☆ EDEN•EXTENSION ☆

[Helices' Reign]

"Rumor has it that if you visit the third classroom on the third floor, you will spot a ghost girl sitting on the chair located at the back. If you take away the flower on its desk, she will definitely haunt you for the rest of your life! ...wow, this rumor sure is funny. You don't really believe it, do you?"

(Seren Aisaka • Third Year Senior Highschooler)

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☆ WONDERLANDVERSE ☆

[Everyone's Mad!!!]

"Aileen fell and hit her head hard after falling down the stairs to the basement. When she finally came to, a familiar face greeted and convinced her to venture deeper into the basement. After drinking the pois- potion, everything began to warp, and in a blink of an eye, the wonderland residents welcomed the arrival of the 500th Alice!"

(Peter • Mad Hatter)

#ocs #oc art #ocverse

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vigilante-bardock · 1 year ago

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Introduction to Fate

Orion's POV

It was dark and dusty.

That was all I could think of as I found myself in what looked like a library. An old and abandoned library that was in poor condition. The oddest thing that stuck out to me was the fact the books were new and unused.

"This is so weird..." I whispered as I looked around to see anything else that was odd. I then noticed that there was a person at the front of the library. He was a young man with short white hair and silver eyes. His armor reminded me of a Spartan but also had Gladiator bits in it. His ears were covered by a silver antenna on each side. He looked at me for a moment, then walked up to me and said, "For the Star to rise, the Guard must fall."

"I'm sorry, what?" I inquired, confused by what he said.

He continued to walk toward me, finally stopping a couple inches away from my chest. He lifted a finger and pushed it against my forehead and said. "It's your turn, young one..."

I woke up with a gasp as day began. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was 5:00 am. Time to get up. I thought as I looked at Ariel and Dion. Ariel was sleeping in an anime-esque fashion. Dion was in a sleeping bag, with one of his books, Samurai of Domination, opened. Curious, I decided to pick it up and flipped to a random page before slamming it shut, my face now a brilliant scarlet red.

Oh jeez... I thought as I put the book down and go to the kitchen, hoping to drink the image out of me. I did not need to see all of that... porn... at this time time of day. I pulled out the coffee set that I had brought with me on the trip. I then pulled out four mugs, each a different color and design. I looked around and saw that Nathaniel had an automatic coffee maker in his kitchen.

"Perfect," I whispered as I pulled out my box of coffee pods. "Now to get to work." I murmured as I went to the fridge and began to grab ingredients to cook with.

1 hour later...

Ariel's POV

I woke up with a yawn and to the smell of eggs and... bacon? I sat up and followed the scent to see Orion cooking breakfast.

"Good morning," he greeted, not looking at me as he continued making breakfast. "I figured it might be a good idea to get a head start on our day and make a good first impression."

"That's very nice of you, Orion." I noted as I sat down at the table. "I didn't even know you could cook." Orion simply grinned as he pulled out some chopped potatoes and mixed it with the sausage.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Ariel." He replied. He then began mixing the mashed sausages by pouring the eggs on them. "Like the fact I can make chorizo taste like absolute heaven." He then pulled out 4 plates and began serving us.

"We'll see about that." I teased, patting his back. With that, Nathaniel and Dion got up and sat the the table.

"What's cooking?" Nathaniel asked, a little groggy from his sleep.

"A little peace of heaven called chorizo." Orion replied, grabbing the mugs and began serving coffee in them. "And coffee for each of us." He pointed at Nathaniel's red pink mug with a white and blue rabbit on its side. "I wasn't sure what to give you, so I whipped up a mixture of Black Magic and Mexican Altura ended up with something I like to call Magical Girl's Breath."

He pointed to Dion's purple tiger mug and said, "For Dion, I went with more basic brew, that being Donut Shop."

He then turned toward me, "Ariel was a bit difficult," he gestured to my red mug, " I couldn't decide at all what to give her, but ended up with Jamaican Blue Mountain."

"What about you?" Nathaniel asked, making a gesture towards Orion's pink mug.

"I went with Black Ivory." He replied, sitting down as he began to eat.

"This isn't bad." Nathaniel stated as he wolfed down the food. "It's certainly better that a certain cousin's cooking."

I balked, "What? If I remember correctly, it was you who thought it was a good idea to put glitter in the pancakes."

Nathaniel smiled as he shook his head, "Who was the one that poured the glitter, though?"

Orion and Dion started to laugh as Nathaniel and I bickered over the glitter pancakes.

"We better get going," Orion stated, "we're due at school in about an hour from now and I don't think it'd be a good idea if we made a bad first impression, right?"

"That reminds me," Nathaniel turned towards us. "What classes are you guys in anyway?"

We all looked at our schedules. "I'm in Ms Bustier's class, what about you guys?"

Orion looked up. "Same here. How about you Dion?" We turned towards Dion to hear his answer.

"I'm in Ms. Bustier's class as well..." he replied, unsure of the situation.

"Looks like we're all in the same situation then," I commented as we grabbed our stuff. "This way we can all keep an eye on each other's progress and help each other out when the need arises."

With that, we all went to school.

Dion's POV

The principle reminded me of Kobayawa from the Persona series. That wasn't to say that he was fat or anything like that. It just meant that he struck me as somewhat of a pushover and people pleaser.

I didn't trust him.

"-and that concludes our tour of the school," a girl named Marinette Dupain Cheng said, snapping me out of my thoughts. She was the class representative of Ms Bustier's class. I guess that meant she was the class president.

Didn't know that was a thing here in France.

Marinette struck me as someone who'd let her heart rule her head and was easily starstruck. She also struck me as a bit of a Mary Sue. However, I could tell that it was all just an act.

Needless to say, I didn't trust her either.

"Do you have any questions?" The bluenette asked, getting my attention.

"No, not really." Orion replied. "Thanks for the tour though!" Marinette nodded as she led us back to the classroom.

"So what do you guys think of Paris so far?" Marinette inquired, no doubt trying to find something out about us.

"It's okay," Orion admitted. "We have noticed something though."

"Really?" Marinette noticed, "What would that be?"

"I noticed how some people keep referring to Ms Bustier's class as the Akuma class." Ariel answered, a glint of caution in her eyes that didn't go unnoticed by me or Orion. "Why is that?"

Marinette sighed for a moment. "It's because, well... it's because our class has the most people that were Akumatized."

"Have you?" I asked in a polite tone, hoping not to press her.

She shook her head. "No, not yet." She then turned around and led us to the classroom. "And hopefully never..." I heard her whisper.

"So..." I remarked, "Anyone we need to worry about or avoid?" I figured that since we would be going to a school like Francoise Dupont, there was bound to be people that were unpleasant.

"There's Chloe..." Marinette replied, her eyes giving out a hint of annoyance at the mere mention of the name. "She's the Mayor's daughter and likes to abuse her position as such. She's usually followed by her 'friend' Sabrina."

"Is Sabrina a bad person? I asked.

"No," Marinette replied. "She's really more of a mindless minion that her own person."

"I see..." I really didn't.

"Well," Marinette said as she picked up her binder and began walking. "We'd better get to class. New student or not, Mr Jackson doesn't discriminate when it comes to tardy students."

"Mr Jackson?" I asked. "Who's that?"

"Our history teacher." Marinette replied, "He was a Vietnam veteran before he became a teacher here."

"What's he like?" Orion inquired.

"He's... dedicated to his work..." Marinette trailed off as we walked to the classroom.

"Hey," I heard Ariel whisper in Yiddish, getting both mine and Orion's attention. "Did you guys notice?"

"Notice what?" I asked in Irish Gaelic, confused by what she said.

"How she resembles Maraquita without her costume on?" Orion replied in Greek. "That's probably a coincidence, but we ought keep an eye on her just in case."

Orion's POV

Mr Jackson was a rather portly fellow and well composed for someone who participated in Vietnam. He was around Dion's height with a Professor Port look to him.

"History," he began, "is a very important and sacred part of the world." He began walking around the classroom. "It's much like how a pastor sees the bible, it's sacred. How the farmer holds the ground between his hands as he tills the soil to make crops, it's sacred. Or how people here see the Eiffel tower and beam with pride, it's sacred. History is what shapes us as a species and individual." He turned towards us students. "Now would anyone like to tell me why in 1975, the US pulled their troops out of Vietnam?" No one answered for a moment.

Finally, Marinette raised her hand, her face full of confidence.

"Yes?" Mr Jackson said as he pointed at Marinette.

"The failure of Vietnamization to win popular support caused an ongoing erosion of confidence in the various American but illegal Saigon regimes." She finished, her face displaying the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.

Oh jeez... I thought as I noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere in the room. That probably wasn't the right thing to say to a Vietnam veteran.

Mr Jackson lightly chuckled as he ever so slightly shook his head. "Is she right?" He asked the classroom, the smile never leaving his face. "Because I know that's the popular version of what went on over there. I wish I could believe it but I was there. I wasn't in a classroom, thinking about it, hoping I was right," Mr Jackson then pointed at his legs and yelled, "I WAS UP TO MY KNEES IN RICE PATTIES, WITH GUNS THAT DIDN'T WORK, GOING UP AGAINST CHARLIE, SLUGGING IT OUT WITH HIM!" He then pointed at Marinette, who had a look of confusion and fear on her face. "WHILE PUSSIES LIKE YOU WERE BACK HERE PARTYING, PUTTING ON HEADBANDS, DOING DRUGS, LISTENING TO THE GODDAMN BEATLE ALBUMS!!!" Mr. Jackson then began screaming at Marinette, almost making her cry. Dion couldn't help but almost laugh at this scene. Ariel was watching with complete horror and I was just mildly amused by the spectacle taking place.

Suddenly, the door slammed open as Ms Bustier and Ms Mendeliev ran in, grabbed Mr Jackson by the arms, and dragged him out while he was kicking and screaming.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, unsure as to what the hell had just happened.

~|~

"So..." I heard Dion say as we exited the classroom. "you want to talk about what just happened?" It was the end of the school day and we were meeting up with Nathaniel so we could walk home.

"I'm not sure what just happened..." I replied. "But I will say this: That was hilarious!" I started laughing quietly as other students began passing by us.

"That was.. something." Ariel murmured, not noticing the blonde in front of her.

"Yeah," the blonde said, "Mr Jackson can get pretty intense when you bring up his time in the military." He turned around to face us. He was a short haired blonde with green eyes. His shirt was black with different colored stripes with a white collared button-up shirt that hung open. "But he's a pretty nice guy once you get to know him."

"And you are?" Ariel asked, a little confused at the sudden interruption.

"I'm sorry," the boy said, "where are my manners? My name's Adrien Agreste." He said his own name like he was supposed to be someone important but instead we just looked at him like he was some kind of moron.

"Okay, and?" I replied, not understanding him.

"I'm the model for the Agreste fashion line?" He replied.

"Nope," Dion commented, shaking his head. "Still doesn't ring a bell."

"Huh," Adrien remarked, his face now an expression of deep thought. "Weird." He then looked at us and asked, "Who're you guys?"

I pushed up my glasses. "My name is Orion Pax." I replied.

"Ariel Kurtzberg." Ariel introduced herself, "You might know Nathaniel Kurtzberg, we're cousins."

"I'm Dion Mcfinnigan," Dion simply said. Adrien looked at him closely. "What?" Dion inquired.

"You look like someone I know." Adrien commented. "Have we met?"

Dion chuckled, "I get that a lot." He shook his head. "Sorry though, you might have me confused for someone else."

"Hm," Adrien went before shrugging it off. "That being said, what's your opinion on Paris so far?"

"A little too lively for my liking," I replied, "but I really like the cultural differences between here and America."

"I personally love the food here!" Ariel commented, her eyes in a dreamy state. "It's amazing what you have you here!"

"It's alright," Dion said, "speaking of eating though, do you know where we can get something to eat?"

"I've heard that there was a bakery around here that's pretty good." The model replied. He then received a text on his phone, his face now changing into a depressed expression. "I've gotta go," he said as he gathered his belongings, "It was nice meeting you guys!"

We all waved back at him as he left in a limo with the door being opened by a rather large man who had a gorilla like face.

"Is it me," I whispered in Greek as we walked towards the art room. "Or does he remind you of Gato Negro as well?"

"It could be a coincidence for sure," Dion replied in Irish Gaelic as we turned a corner. "Still too early to know for sure." He sighed, "we should keep on an eye on him as well, though, just in case."

"Definitely," Ariel commented in Yiddish. "Can you imagine how stupid we'd look if we told everyone that Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste were really Ladybug and Chat Noir without having any proof? We'd look like idiots for sure!"

We stopped in front the art room as Ariel opened the door. Nathaniel was sleeping at his desk, exhausted by his art project.

Ariel's POV

I smiled as I saw Nathaniel peacefully asleep at his desk. I remembered when we were kids he would always be drawing something. Judging from his current drawing, he appeared to have a fascination with Ladybug. "Nathaniel," I said, shaking him lightly, "It's time to go home." . Nathaniel groaned as he gently pushed my hand away. "Please mom..." he moaned as he turned in his chair, "5 more minutes..." I grew sad as he said this.

Nathaniel's mother, my aunt Ruth, had passed away when we were in Kindergarten. She was terminally ill due to her type 2 diabetes and constant back problems. It was about 5 days after Nathaniel's 8th birthday when they found her dead in her favorite chair. She had apparently fallen asleep reading her favorite book and never woke up.

"Nathaniel," I repeated, shaking him a little bit harder, "It's me, Ariel." Nathaniel woke up, his eyes still somewhat shut. "Let's get you back home, Da Vinci." I said, using my nickname for him. I helped pull him up from his chair as he sluggishly got up and hobbled towards the door. I motioned for Orion and Dion to grab his stuff as we exited the art club.

"What with him?" Orion inquired as he grabbed Nathaniel's art supplies.

"He fell asleep while working on a project." I replied, trying not to let go of him so he could accidentally walk into a wall. "He's done this before."

"I see..." Dion commented, grabbing his backpack.

"It's probably best if we dropped him off at the house first and then head to that bakery." I said as we walked off the school grounds.

Dion'sPOV

We had just dropped Nathaniel off at the house when we decided to take advice from the Agreste kid and head on over to the bakery to get something to eat.

"I'm getting macaroons," I said, imagining all the different colored macaroons.

"I want croissants!" Ariel commented, her mouth already watering from just imagining them.

"Anything is fine for me, I guess..." Orion trailed off. An action that did not go unnoticed by me or Ariel.

"What is it?" I asked looking to where he been staring at.

"I don't know..." Orion replied. "I think something's calling to me..." At first I thought he was crazy but then I heard a voice speak.

"Come...." It said, whispering in my mind as the three of us stopped what we were doing and followed the voice.

It was a while before we eventually found the point of origin for the mysterious voice. That being a large empty field...

"Well," Orion remarked as he looked around the field. "This was a bust." He sighed as he turned around. "What did I expect though? Following a voice in my head now sounds extremely stu-GAH!" He never got to finish his sentence mainly because he fell into a rather large hole that was covered.

"Orion!" Ariel and I screamed, running towards where he had fell.

"Are you alright?" I asked, hoping that nothing happened to him. A thud was our answer.

Orion's POV

It wasn't that deep of a hole, it just could easily catch you off guard if you weren't paying attention. After I had recovered from my fall, I got up and dusted myself off.

That wasn't too bad of a fall. I thought as I rubbed my sore butt. Could've been worse. A whole lot worse. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to lift myself out of the hole. I then turned around and let out a loud yelp as I saw something terrifying: a screaming mummy like robot with one of its mechanical fingers stretched out.

It was knight-like in appearance with the outer plating partially rusted away to where its internals were exposed but there was still enough to tell what it had once looked. It seemed old, like really old. Did I mention that it was big, too?

"Orion!" I heard Ariel and Dion say.

"Are you alright?!" I heard Ariel scream as I looked towards where I fell from.

"You guys need to see this!" I yelled. "I can't even begin to describe what I'm seeing!" A few minutes later I heard a thud and two voices grunting in pain.

"That fall's quite the doozy, huh?" Ariel asked as she dusted her skirt off.

"You have a skirt to slow the fall," Dion replied, rubbing his butt. "Orion and I just have pants." He then noticed the Robo-knight behind me.

"Whoa..." Ariel commented as she got a closer look. "That is one giant knight..."

"I think it might be something else..." I said looking at it. "Look at this," I pointed at some marks on its body. "It looked like it was attacked by something."

"Or someone..." Dion trailed off as he pointed at something else. It was a human skeleton that was dressed in knight armor. "They look ancient."

"Look at their faces and wounds," Ariel said, looking at both bodies. "It's almost like they died fighting each other..."

"Not just that," Dion commented. "There's more of these guys over there, look." He pointed to our right and sure enough, he was right. There more Robo-knights and human remains everywhere, scattered across the entire underground area.

"Looks like a battle took place here," I noted. "Or maybe a war?"

Ariel shook her head, "Maybe it was a tournament gone wrong?"

"I think the giants are alien robots." Dion said. "It's the only logical explanation as to why they look so advanced."

"Aliens?" Ariel deadpanned, "Really?"

"It makes sense..." Dion replied.

"Guys..." I remarked, getting their attention. "What's that?" We saw a light from behind a Robo-knight emanating. The Robo-knight in question had the look of Sauron, the main villain from the Lord of the Rings films. He just needed the one ring and it completed the image.

"It feels... familiar..." Dion whispered. "So weird..."

"I know..." Ariel replied her eyes fixated on the blue glow. "We should check it out."

I looked at them before nodding. "You're right," I remarked. "There's no way of knowing unless we check it out..." We were about to enter it when I suddenly added, "We better be careful. There's no telling what's over there..." Realizing I was right, Dion looked around and saw a dead human knight with a sledgehammer next to it.

"Forgive me sir," he said, putting his hands together in prayer and bowing in respect. "I must use this to defend myself. I hope it won't be a bother..." He then picked up the sledgehammer before rejoining us.

Ariel decided to grab a set of daggers from a deceased assassin. "These have gotta be some use," she argued, "otherwise they wouldn't be here in the first place."

I looked around to see a sword sticking out of a dead body. "I'll go with this." I told myself. I tried it pick it up but instead was surprised with a lot of resistance from the blade. I grunted as I kept pulling on the sword until I accidentally let go and landed near a giant sword that was in the wall. Groaning, I pulled myself up only to hear a loud click. Ariel, Dion, and I looked at the sword as it suddenly began to change size.

Whrr-tschzz-tschzz-tschzz-chk!

The sword did nothing before suddenly shifting between sizes as we watched. The blade began to crumble itself, almost like it was made of tiny cubes, somehow reducing its size. When it was done, it looked like it was about the size someone my own height and weight would wield.

"What the heck...?" I whispered, looking in awe as I studied it. It was European in origin, almost like something out of the legends of King Arthur.

(Sword from The Last Knight)

"Shall we?" Ariel said, getting our attention before pointing at the blue light.

"Yeah..." I replied, slowly moving. "Follow my lead..." I placed myself in front of them as we walked towards the light, ready for anything....

#transformers #autobots #decepticons #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #nathaniel kurtzberg #reference to Back to School on here #optimus prime #elita 1 #ultra magnus

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canadianramen · 1 year ago

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Purpose of this blog and an Introduction!

Hey everyone. My name is CanadianRamen, or Canadian, or just Sean if you prefer. I'm a 25 year old lifelong nerd, published author, and content creator. I needed a place to collect my random nerd thoughts and put them out there for both myself and others to enjoy. Whether that be tier lists, random rants, or just straight up posts about nothing, I needed an outlet for my mind to ramble and I settled on Tumblr as the perfect location for it. All I ask is that you (if you are indeed reading this blog) to just sit back and enjoy, and feel free to chime in whenever. The first thing I will be doing is ranking all 30 seasons of the Power Rangers. It's been on my list of stuff to talk about for a long time and I'm finally pulling the trigger. Enjoy!

Before I make the first post for the list, I want to talk about the actual criteria I used for making the list and deciding the rankings. In my opinion there's a few key factors that make a good Power Rangers season:

Team-ups. These are what remind you that all these seasons for (aside from a couple exceptions) belong to the same continuity, they're the bridge that attaches these seasons together. A good or bad team-up can genuinely make or break a season (I'm looking at you Wild Force and Super Megaforce). Plus they're just tons of fun.

2. The Red Ranger and Sixth Rangers. The Red Ranger and 6th Rangers make or break a Ranger team and can set the tone for what to expect from an entire season.

3. The Ranger team members. Kind of an extension of the previous one, The Red Ranger and Sixth Rangers just tend to be more important than the others but the team as a whole does need development and good chemistry if you want to have an enjoyable season.

4. Main Villain. A good villain is a necessary backbone for a season. The Rangers can't be running in place and knock down goon after goon with a main villain that just chills in the background saying one cheesy line after another and doesn't get involved in the plot until the last episode of a season.

5. Evil Rangers. Having an evil ranger as the primary or secondary antagonist has historically always been a good thing for the plot of Power Rangers season.

6. Ranger suits and the Opening Theme. Yes I promise this matters. If the Rangers look terrible in there suits and the opening theme sounds terrible and doesn't fit the overall motif of the season then it genuinely affects how it's remembered as it ages and time goes on. "Go Go Power Rangers" is possibly the most recognizable, iconic, and greatest television show opening of all-time and for good reason.

7. My personal enjoyment. These are after all just my opinions and you may feel very differently regarding the rankings of these seasons. And that's genuinely okay, great even! I welcome any and all good discussion regarding these posts and this blog. Just a couple side notes regarding the seasons, I am well aware of some of the legal troubles that the Rangers actors have gotten into, I am going to try to avoid that when discussing the seasons as I don't want their personal lives and how they are or how they're perceived as people to reflect on my critique and enjoyment of the show. Also no holiday specials, they aren't canon and aren't very good. Also I will try not to let the Super Sentai series that these seasons are adapting from have any sway or influence over my critiques and opinions. Most of the Power Rangers seasons only share action and stunt footage anyways aside from a few exceptions. For the purposes of my list, the Super Sentai series might as well not exist.

With all that out of the way, I sincerely hope you enjoy my blog. Take care and I look forward to reading your comments!

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moochipeachey · 2 years ago

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Dear Diary,

I have a love-hate relationship with this place... but thankfully there's been more ups than downs lately. And maybe it's just the leftover fizzy juice in my system but I think I've finally found my tribe. It's crazy how in just a short time, I've managed to make such amazing friends. I guess Windenburg isn't so bad after all. Anyway The bonfire I went to last week was something straight out of a teen flick, I'm still high off the vibes and energy from that night. We all gathered around this massive, crackling bonfire, the flames dancing to the beat of our laughter and the crashing waves nearby. The salty sea breeze mixed with the scent of marshmallows roasting on sticks, created this cozy, magical atmosphere. Ugh, it was surreal. Truly.

(Yes that is me doing a keg stand with Matthew Felix. Please don't ask.) And can we just take a moment to appreciate the gooey, deliciousness that is s'mores? They had a whole setup with marshmallows, graham crackers, and the most amazing chocolate bars ever. And let me tell you, I have the art of roasting marshmallows down to perfection. There were no burnt marshmallows on my watch! But I'm stalling, let's get into the juicy details... After we stuffed ourselves with smores (I lost count of how many I devoured), we decided to play some fun beach games. There was beach volleyball, water slides, and water balloon fights. And the games didn't stop there! We played a hilarious round of truth or dare, and let me tell you, some secrets were spilled. But it was all in good fun, and I got to know my friends on a whole new level. There's just something about sitting around a bonfire, under the starry night sky, that makes you open up and feel closer to people.

Which is the only logical way to explain Matthew's (and mine) behavior that night (and every night since), and still I can't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, there's this exciting and electrifying connection I share with Matthew; it's like he brings out a side of me that I didn't know existed. But then, there's the familiarity and comfort of Eric, he makes me feel secure and grounded, while still allowing me to be myself without any pretenses. It's like I'm two completely different versions of myself when I'm with them. I've been praying to the universe to send me a sign, a clear answer to let me know which one to choose. But even the universe seems to be confused. I mean, why else would Eric ask me to be his girlfriend during the same week I'm forced to partner up with Matthew for our senior project...

Like I said... Something changed after that bonfire. Or maybe there was something in the water. I don't know. But there are 3 things I know for certain...

1. You probably aren't a good girlfriend when you're disappointed when your boyfriend interrupts the kiss you're about to share with his best friend. *Bonus points if you have to force yourself to feel guilty afterwards.

2. When his best friend offers to start hosting late night study/work sessions at his house, he probably doesn't have the best intentions. And if attending these secret rendezvous involves having to lie to your boyfriend, parents, and best friends.... You probably don't have the greatest intentions yourself.

3. What's done in the dark will eventually come to the light. But it's easy to ignore the impending consequences of your decisions when you have a distraction as hot as Matthew Felix to keep you busy. I should get ready for this gala Until next time diary, XOXO Naomi ♡

Introduction | Meet the Characters | Previous | Next |

#TWC #the windenburg chronicles #Naomi's Diary Entry #Naomi's POV #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #simblr #ts4 #my sims

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inner-visionz · 2 years ago

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Magic City (2d x autistic transboy reader)

Introduction

This is it. We finally released the new album. To celebrate I decide to go out to a pub. I sit at the bar and order a drink. The one thing I hate about coming here is the background noise. Too many people talking, the music, and people playing pool. As happy as I am about the new album I still feel a little off my game. I ignore the feeling by drinking.

The more I drink the worse I feel. 'Well, no shit Stuart this is a depressant' I think to myself. I can't shake off this empty feeling. This empty feeling has a name. What is it? Loneliness? Yeah, that's it. Now that I think about it, I haven't had a real connection with anybody besides the band. I sigh and down my third bottle.

-2 more beers later-

You know what? Fuck a real connection I'll just fuck.

-one more beer later-

Me and this girl are making out at the bar. I can't recall how it started but I don't care at this point. I pull away and smile at her. She had a tight dress on that hugged her body with long brown hair. I take her hand. "We shoul' go somewhere more private" I say. She giggles and follows me out to the house.

-the next day-

I wake up on my bed completely naked, alone, and with a bad hangover. I take a couple of pain pills for my headache then get dressed. The only thing I remember from last night is that girl. What was her name? Jessica? Something like that yeah. I go down stairs and see Ace giving me a disappointed glare along with Russel.

"We need to talk" Russel says.

"Why?" I ask slightly annoyed.

"Because we don't want any more child support bills" Ace says bluntly. Russel glares at Ace. "-Eh, sorry but we've been noticing that you've been off lately and last night set it off".

"Well, I guess I haven't been feeling like myself lately".

"What's up D?" Russel asks.

"I think I'm lonely? Or something. I feel like something is missing from my life so to cope I'm just gonna fuck".

"Okay first off, no you already have enough kids and second, I think I can help you out. I know this hostess bar".

" I thought you weren't allowed to drink or fuck?" I say.

"I'm not allowed to have prostitutes! Anyway they're not prostitutes and I go for the cheese sandwiches".

"Do they have cheese and pineapple sandwiches?" I ask.

"No offence, but you're fucking disgusting. But I guess they would have that. I'm taking you tonight so look your best".

"Fine, fine I'll go".

Next part here

#gorillaz #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #gorillaz fanfiction #2d x reader #autistic reader #transboy reader #2d x autistic transboy reader #the now now

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cluttered-sunshine · 2 months ago

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When are we strangers?

It starts with hello; a simple introduction. Particles of participles are formed into olive branches and extended with a smile. “Hello! Are you [redacted]?”

That was our first formal introduction. We had only ever messaged twice over Instagram to ask about being roommates and deciding what color microwave we wanted in the dorm. You were different back then with tired eyes and an all-black wardrobe. When standing next to your mother you couldn’t tell the two of you were related. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

A fragile friendship happened too fast between us. During freshman year we were inseparable; now, we’re barely acquaintances. I guess when I look back, the cracks started in sophomore year when you met Blaire. There’s so much to hate about her. I hate her storage facility's worth of problems. I hate her for the time she lost her work vest and you had to leave and search for it in the pouring rain. I hate her for every time she has taken you to Waffle House; every time she’s encouraged you to get drunk in her washup boy toy’s room. I hate her for ordering you around like a pet. I hate her for being more important to you now and how you find every way to make it clear. But I hate her most when you look happier at her side than you ever did with me.

I was a wreck and I tried to tell you how I was feeling. “Did I do something [redacted]?” You dismissed me. Every time. My fear of abandonment was your crutch to keep you from being honest with me. After awhile, I stopped trying to talk because I saw something in your eyes that I had never seen before: pity. And I hated it. “It’s all in your head. Nothing’s changed.”

I know people get busy and things change. I never wanted to be your only friend. So I started to get soft. I let you yell at me. I let you kick me out of my own room so you could move in. I let you push me into a corner so you could have all the furniture exactly how you like it. I thought that by letting you do whatever you wanted would make you like me again. I missed you. I missed how we would laugh for hours, watch Game of Thrones, and make Groupme memes. I missed seeing your smile. I still do. And then Junior year rolled around and everything came crashing down.

I made my peace with barely seeing you around the dorm and you barely speaking to me. I grew complacent with living in a dorm room of things that are somewhat mine. Then I got the message. “[Redacted] said something.” My friend Lily texted me and I got a taste of what you really thought about me. In the middle of the public library you called me classist, needy, and other things I never want to repeat. Your “friends” laughed all around you–egging you on to continue. You didn’t stop. It stung. It wasn’t the words it was the fact I had to hear them from someone else.

It hit me all at once. I’m never going to be enough for you. I’m never going to matter to you the same way you matter to me. So I left you a note. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? We need to talk.” I cried myself to sleep that night overanalyzing every memory. Suddenly every happy moment was plagued with the worry it was never real. The next day we talked. I was calm and mature. “Tell me how we got here [redacted]. Tell me what I did.” You couldn’t answer me. Eventually, you tell me you always envied me since the beginning. You were jealous of me. I’m not angry. I just sit and listen. “Is that all you have to say?”

You tear up. I still wonder why you did. Despite how hurt I felt, seeing you upset hurt me more. All I ever wanted was to see you happy. That’s why my next words hurt me more. “I’m leaving, my things are packed and ready for when my new room is ready. From today on out, you and I are nothing more than acquaintances. We’ll never be friends again.” Your eyes glazed over. You never expected me to leave.

It’s been half a year now. I see you around campus sometimes. Just last week, I heard that you were telling people a different version of what happened and why we weren’t roommates again.

"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing."- C.S Lewis A Grief Observed

I wasn’t angry when they told me what you were saying. I’m not angry now. Instead, I have this deep sadness that comes and goes. I don’t cry anymore but my heart does. I’m not afraid to say it plainly now: I loved you. But the version of you I loved doesn’t exist anymore. So to you, stranger, I hope you are okay. I hope you don’t think of me anymore. I hope you are happy.

#grief #friendship breakup #diary #reflection

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se7ens-oc-heaven · 7 months ago

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Clearing out some outdated docs from my drive, and I felt like sharing a Skeld Crew scene that got some revisions to it! The overall scene is sticking around, but the way I handled everything felt like it was too... loose? Even for the comedy leaning I want the story to go.

However, I liked some aspects of it and thought it was silly, so I'm gonna share it here for funsies!

☆☆☆

“Excellent. Any questions?”

This time two hands raised - Red’s hand once again, and Pink’s. Since Red had already gone once, White decided to focus on Pink.

“Hold your question Red, I’ll circle back to you. Pink?” She prompted.

“Yes, I was just wondering… Could we perhaps take a moment for introductions? It would be nice to know who’s who,” she asked, voice gentle with humility. White hesitated at this - she figured using the colors was basis enough. It avoided divulging too much information about anyone, while keeping everyone easily identifiable. White didn’t get to verbalize this thought however, as Red bounced in her peripheral.

“Yes, actually that was part of my question! Well more like - can we all have our own nicknames to go by? And the other half was, can we personalize our suits?”

White came to a dead stop at this inquiry. Nicknames? Suit customization? What in all of space was she supposed to make of this proposal?

“Er,” White replied rather elegantly to this baffling twofold request.

“I suppose… nicknames are suitable, since it sounds like a couple of us would appreciate having the option,” they allowed, seeing Pink nodding in affirmation at this.

“But… personalization? What are you thinking?” She prompted, dreading the answer.

If White didn’t know any better, she’d swear she could see Red brighten up from beneath the tinted helmet.

“This!” Red replied, deftly whipping out an oversized baseball cap and fixing it, backwards, to the top of his helmet in a matter of seconds.

The table went entirely still for just a second, before erupting with noise and excitement. Yellow began cackling at the display, while Cyan had jumped to his feet, hands pressed to the table as he leaned forward in eagerness. Pink and Brown were looking at each other in approval of this idea, murmuring excitedly betwixt each other. Black appeared to be glancing between Red and White in nervousness as the former stood proudly, fists propped against his hips in satisfaction. White sat slackjawed, taking in everyone’s reactions and the navy blue hat that was sitting prominently atop the red helmet.

“Well,” White started hesitantly, before clearing her throat loudly. The table began to quiet down, all attention on her. Surely even an infiltrator rarely felt this much pressure on the chopping block.

“I suppose… As long as it doesn’t risk compromising the suit itself in any way… And you don’t let it get in the way of your work… I’ll allow it.”

The excitement picked up again, forcing White to raise their voice over the din.

“However! Any and all changes must be approved by me first! If I see any unauthorized personalization, it’ll be summarily destroyed and will go on your record as an act of disobedience! Do I make myself clear?” She prompted as everyone finally quieted down. The unified, overeager nods she received from the table was somewhat disquieting. Well… Perhaps this would be good for morale, she pondered uncertainly.

“Alright then. Any further questions?” White asked, kicking herself internally for even giving them all the opening. The table stayed silent. Thank the outer reaches.

“Very well then. Dismissed! If you have any questions or reports, I will be here until 1400 hours!” She announced, and the table emptied out in a flurry of “yes, sirs!”, everyone moving with a sense of purpose as if challenged to some race that all but their own captain were aware of.

As White sat to marinate in the comforting silence that followed, it dimly occurred to her that the nicknames and introductions hadn’t actually been discussed. This prompted a snicker from her.

“Like a pack of five year olds who were just told the cookies were baked,” they muttered to themself with another giggle at the thought. Well. It was no skin off her nose. They could all revisit the nicknames idea themselves at the next meeting, come morning.

#se7enfic #ocs #ocs among us #guinevere #jeremy #rosalia #and then no speaking lines but honorary mentions:#xanth #ciar #sky #ursa #skeld crew #writing #wip #deleted scene

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fluffyseal322 · 8 months ago

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Fri Nov 1

~ My favorite month <3

Oct 31st, halloween.... i didnt plan to do anything but im glad i took this opportunity to do what I wanted and Ive gained experience. Ive made connections, ive processed the info properly. My brain was a wonderful place to be and i enjoyed every journey it took me on.

My halloween celebration started off with...... going trick or treating with my mom and nala. I only wanted to so that I could spend time with my mom and she enjoyed it. Even though nala kept pulling her and it was scaring me. I woke up with a headache but after I went back home after all that, it got super worse.. Along with the tight wig and itchy costume T-T.... I could not think. I didnt know what i need or what i was doing i just thought about, "ugh i need to get away... idk wat from but i NEED to get away." and so i did... with no thought. So fast forward past the back and fourth, repetitive actions from my headache and ADHD, i finally came to my senses and i ended up at leaderboard. I sat there, backed turned to a line of pinball machines, my face against the dark window. And i waited ...... i waited until my friend that i have never mentioned before, Emily, came to leaderboard. I watched the guy though the reflection of the dark see though glass. I only saw most of his silhouette and i knew he was going to try to talk to me. If i could replay it in my head it would look like a Sim visually thinking. I dont remember what he said but i ended up learning how to play pinball and actually finding it fun for a little bit... and then it became too easy. i got bored. I introduced him to some games that I liked and he paid for one of my games. Im grateful for his act of kindness, it really took me out of a negative tired mood after i had a bad couple of instances before then.

Fast forward.... 3 new people showed up, other than me, Emi, and Xavi. We all planned to go to an abandoned building.... How eventful my night has become ever since.... i smoked a little.. a little as in one small puff from a SKINNY joint. it did help with my fears and anxiety. I could have calmed myself by myself with no helpful drugs but it just made it easier for me. along with calming music. i wouldnt know what id do without my headphones that night. Jimmy.... hes probably the main one in todays writing session. everyone else left the room that i was in and found a spot to sit in a little corner next to a small window. it was a nice little spot. but i found comfort in the area with multiple open windows. it was like a small part of a castle with all the windows open. jimmy spotted me and decided to make small talk with me... he leaned against the window i leaned up against. and he touched my arm. it was nice, but then i remembered how men really think. so i scootched away. i wish i could be comfy with men but unfortunatly from my previous experiences, ive learned that you can never be too safe in the beginning, unless ur aware and open to "it" (it being the gross things that run through a man's mind) and their masculine instincts. if you dont with that person then its okay to leave your guard down. but anyways, after a couple minutes of small talk with jimmy. he asked me "what's your story?" i was surprised. he surprised me twice that night. first being the first thing he says when he saw me was "youre short" lol. but i made him answer his story first because i was genuinly curious. he had a speech impairment so im curious if that influenced his life greatly. ive come to an educated conclusion that is impairment came from his life decisions. the introduction to Fent. I'd like to say, he was both really drunk and really high. i can trust a person when theyre high but when theyre drunk, i dont trust a conversation at times. but this one seemed genuine.

... later he asked me to join the group, i didnt want to but he insisted so i went with him and he made sure wherever i was walking was safe. how kind his soul is. i can tell he was very open to ideas and experiences and he's open to learning. i admire that about humans. i watched the group interact with one another, it made me happy. theyre just humans, like me, enjoying connection in which i feel like i cant make much of a connection with them. they know so much about societal things, like whats up to date, whats trending, they know basic entertainment. i dont. i dont know how to conversate when it comes to topics like that. thats usually how it is, im used to it, i dont mind. it just makes the conversations i am able to have with people more passionate for me. but i walked away for a bit, i wanted to have a look around. what are things that i notice in the area. what history and clues can i get at just by observing the surroundings that strangers left before us.

I noticed the writings, i didnt get much info from it but it was nice to know what they were thinking in that moment. i noticed a bunch of trash in one spot. someone homeless mustve liked to chill here often. then i noticed a bag hanging on something. it was full of trash, but it was clear. i observed it. i wanted to know how long it's sat here but i assumed not very long. if someone likes to sit here i'd guess they'd change their trash every now and then... but then again, these are homeless people we talk about. im not sure how theyre way of living is like so its quite hard to say. i stopped observing and i went back to my comfort spot. i wondered what really happens at night. i hear people singing? communicating, perhaps? im not sure but i closed my eyes and i tried to listen. i saw few homeless people walking back and fourth past the building. 2 people spotted me through the window.... and thats when i noticed one person came from behind the building and walked past the gates, into the property. ---- oh, i'd like to mention i made up a whole plan in my head in case of any danger. the safest possible plan i could think of. i was ready. Then began the fun. it was like a movie. a horror movie. we didnt know all the possibilities of what could happen but we could guess a few. I noticed the panic in everyone, even mine. as cool as i looked as im observing everyones behavior, i heard my heart beating hard in the midst of all of it. One guy, i dont know his name, he stared at the downstairs entrance, rocking back and fourth, one feet behind, one feet in front, like he was ready to charge. I asked him something along the lines of "why are you so scared, its one guy and he could be friendly" i assured him it wasnt a cop and we both agreed that it was someone homeless. he told me "homeless people can be dangerous, they can attack at any moment." i asked him "have you been in a situation like that?" he responed with "ive been in many situations." and that concluded our conversation of the night. almost. i then observed the rest of the group. they decided to start down the stairs. "The guy with the knife in the front." one said. the guy with the light right behind him. i was the observer. i stayed in the back. in case anything didnt go to plan as a group, i wouldve went to my plan B alone. As they got further down the stairs and i lost vision of them, i hurriedly followed them in case the homeless man couldve been silently hiding in corner, if he wanted to attack me, he could, since im the one alone, and im a girl. I didnt want to be the one caught because i was too far behind. Jimmy noticed me and waited for me. How kind he was. Attention is the purest form of generosity they say.. it made me happy but i also had priorities to keep the both of us safe, i kept moving past him and now he was the one catching up. "IF WE SEE YOU, YOUR GETTING JUMPED." one of the guys called out. "idiots... theyre idiots." i whispered to jimmy behind me. I caught up to the group... the front paused and told everyone to be quiet. "Why is the door open" one said. "Is someone there?" our front said. Shuffling. thats all we heard... no response. and we all backed up into a room. in case it was a dead end, i went to the side that goes up the stairs and back to square one. my plan B. same voice who yelled out the threat earlier, "I found an escape!" i heard a few moments later. i walked towards the group, one said to the other, "you have to jump though." JUMP?! i thought in my head. i feared jumping and remembering how high up i was in the building didnt help. i looked down, it wasnt that bad, but still... someone better catch me. T_T Emily :3 it was emily again! i havnt seen her in so long it feels like but shes always there to care for me. she has such a caring heart and she's instictually thinking for others. She's like me. but she has her selfish tendencies when it comes to her "person." Just like me. Thats why i love her but i know i could never be too close to her. As reliable as she is, she can be unexpectedly unreliable. Unreliable because...

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