#Teaching colors with flashcards

[sarakofi]

Printable Colour Flash Cards, Color learning cards, Preschool Educatio

"Explore & Learn: Everyday Essentials Flashcards" is a vibrant, interactive collection designed to introduce children to everyday themes through colorful, engaging flashcards. This set covers a wide range of familiar topics, including clothing, sports, transportation, fast food, vegetables, fruits, games, school supplies, machinery, and personal hygiene. Each card brings objects and activities to life with playful illustrations and easy-to-understand descriptions, helping young learners recognize and name essential items in their world. Ideal for building vocabulary and curiosity, this book is perfect for children beginning their journey of exploration and discovery.

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[regressionschool]

I know why

The rec hall smelled faintly of juice and talc, that familiar blend of childhood and control. The padded floor muted every step, every shift, every squirm. Somewhere across the room, someone was singing off-key to a plushie. But in this little corner near the reading nook, she sat alone, perched cross-legged on a foam mat with a stack of oversized board books she had absolutely no intention of opening.

Not with him nearby.

He was kneeling at the low cubbies, sorting crayons and picture cards, sleeves pushed up over his forearms. Not a teacher, but a helper. A grown-up. With quiet eyes and careful hands. Littles liked him. So did mommies. And she… well. She was more interested in the way his eyes didn’t look at her when she moved just so.

Her pull-up was dry. She’d checked, obviously. Pale lavender with little sleepy clouds, smooth against her skin, the waistband high above her belly button. It made her waddle a bit when she crawled, but not as bad as a diaper would’ve. She liked the way it clung. Liked knowing it might not cling for long.

She waited until he was close. He was putting away a toy xylophone—just the right distance for her voice to reach, but not quite near enough to pretend she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

“I bet you like diapers better.”

He paused, slowly turned his head. “I—what?”

Her mouth curved in a slow, sly smile. She popped a paci between her teeth but didn’t suck—just let it hang there as she tilted her head. “I said…” She tugged up her tunic so the top of her pull-up showed clearly. “…you like it more when girls wear diapers.”

“That’s not—” He looked away, color blooming up his neck.

“Mmhmm.” She scooted forward on her knees, pull-up crinkling softly beneath her. “You always look longer. I seen it. Especially when they’re waddlin’ with that soggy-squish. You try’n not to, but you do.”

He hesitated, hands hovering mid-air like he wasn’t sure if he should be offended, amused, or leave the room entirely.

She giggled. A warm, syrupy giggle that buzzed under her breath. “It’s okay. I know why.”

“…You do, huh?”

“Yup!” She leaned in close, resting her chin on her fists, elbows on the mat. “’Cause I went to school.” She gave the word a smug little bounce, like it was a magic spell. “An’ they teach you why boys look extra when a girl’s got a soggy tushy.”

His lips parted, caught somewhere between a laugh and a protest. “That’s not—what does that even mean?”

He was trying not to smile. Or blush. Or breathe, maybe. She could see it—how still he went, how the edge of one shoulder stiffened like maybe if he just focused hard enough on the color-coded flashcards, he’d vanish into the carpet.

But he didn’t vanish.

He stayed.

She liked that.

She inched closer, until her bare toes nearly touched his shoe. “Wanna know why?” she whispered, eyes big and round and knowing. The paci bobbed between her lips, dangling from its ribbon clip. “Why boys look extra when a girl’s got a soggy tushy?”

He looked like he was about to say no. Like he should say no. But he didn’t.

“…Okay,” he murmured. Quiet. Careful.

Her smile bloomed. “S’cause,” she began, voice dipped in sing-song sweetness, “when a girl’s soggy, it means she’s not thinkin’ no more. Not like a big girl.” She rocked back on her heels, hands splayed in her lap. “Her pants are warm, and her legs are spread, and all the grown-up stuff’s gone poof.”

He stared. His mouth twitched.

“Boys like that,” she added, eyes twinkling. “Makes ‘em feel big. Like they’re the only ones who remember stuff. ‘Cause she don’t gotta anymore.”

That did it.

Color flooded his cheeks. He turned his face away, jaw tight, but not tight enough to hide the curve of his mouth. Not quite.

She beamed. “You like that too, huh?”

His eyes snapped back to her.

And oh—there it was. That flicker. The one she’d seen before, the one he tried to smother when a little girl tugged at her onesie or bent over too far to pick up a binky. He opened his mouth—probably to deny it, maybe to scold her—but the heat in his ears said more than he ever could.

She sighed contentedly and shifted her weight forward, the crinkle of her pull-up louder now, pressed taut between her thighs. Her eyes didn’t leave his face. Not for a second.

And then—

pshhhhhhhhhh.

Her breath hitched. Just a little.

The warmth blossomed low and slow, a heat that spread over her hips and down the seat of her pull-up. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t squirm. Just… let it happen. Watching his eyes as the lavender clouds darkened, as the faint pattern on the front blurred into soggy lines. It swelled between her legs, a warm squish that pressed up as she leaned her weight back into it.

He looked stunned. Like maybe he’d forgotten how to breathe after all.

She blinked slowly and gave a tiny, wet little giggle.

“Guess I’m not thinkin’ no more neither,” she whispered. “Oopsie.”

She sat there in the spreading warmth, a blush of her own rising to her cheeks—but hers was prideful. Satisfied. Her pull-up was puffy now, wet and swollen, and she could feel the way her legs didn’t close right anymore. Didn’t need to.

Her voice was soft—singed with teasing, but almost dreamy now. “You gonna put me in a diaper now?”

She tilted her head, lashes low, the wet squish of her bottom loud in the silence between them. “’Cause I think maybe… I kinda earned it.”

[yenhan]

"Study session with the Lads"

Thoughts on TF141 & International student neighbor

Part One - Next - Masterlist

a/n: f!reader

Synopsis: You'll ace the next exam, hopefully.

C’mon over tomorrow, we’ll help you prep for that exam. P.S. You can’t refuse, Captain’s orders.

Most people would think Johnny gave you his number first, being the hopeless flirt he was. But no, it was Kyle. Unlike his fellow former sergeant, Gaz was subtler, able to hide his true intentions behind easy smiles and clever banter. No less effective, mind you.

Then again, the whole 'old men adopting a stranded student' relationship was weird. A detail for your therapist next session, surely. Were you supposed to be worried? Get your head checked? Probably. Creating a found family with three British men and a hyperactive Scot wasn’t exactly listed under “Common Expat Experiences.”

Back to the present: you left Kyle’s message on read for half a second before sending a slightly-too-eager—

Of course!

You imagined a light revision, a few exercises, a cup of tea brewed by Simon just the way you liked, perhaps Soap dramatically imitating phonetic symbols to distract you from spiraling over your performance anxiety.

Certainly not this.

At exactly 1700 hours, you knocked on their door clutching your battered copy of Teaching English as a Foreign Language for Dummies and a highlighter that had lost the will to live halfway through your last grammar workshop.

“Highlight only the important parts,” your brother used to say. Sure. But what if everything was important?

The living room looked like a war zone… but not a gross, sock-strewn bachelor disaster. No, this was tactical mayhem. Soap’s footprints crisscrossed the carpet in suspicious patterns.

Your study notes had been printed, laminated, and tacked onto a corkboard. Snacks were stacked on the coffee table like sandbags. A flipchart had been set up beside the telly. Someone had written across it in bold, underlined red: OPERATION: ACE THE PAST PERFECT.

Price looked up from the kitchen, a mug in hand. “No pressure, kiddo. Just your entire teaching career.”

Ghost, leaning against the wall, nodded solemnly. “We’ve got biscuits.” Was that supposed to help?

Gaz shuffled a stack of index cards, color-coded with terrifying precision. “Who’s quizzing her first on the difference between the present simple and the present perfect?”

“Define the unlawful killing of a human being without malice!” Soap barked like a drill sergeant. You gaped at him. Why was he wearing a peaked military cap? It was even worse than John's boonie hat.

“Wrong subject, Johnny,” Price called from the kitchen. “We’re not teaching criminal interrogation tactics, it’s English grammar.”

“Aye, but keeps her sharp, doesnae it?”

You sat gingerly on the couch between Gaz and a mountain of flashcards. “I... appreciate the effort, truly. But, uh, how did you get my notes?”

And was that your favorite set of pastel pens peeking out of John’s pocket?

“Found them last week. Binder fell down the stairs. Took the liberty of reorganizin’ ‘em by theme.” Ghost’s voice came from somewhere dark and ominous.

“You color-coded grammar topics?” You squeaked.

“Course I did. I’m not a monster. Stuck to your precious Pinterest palette, too.”

Well… You couldn’t exactly argue with that.

The first twenty minutes went smoothly.

Gaz walked you through the major language acquisition theories — Krashen, Vygotsky, yada yada — with flashcards that had doodles of confused stick-figure students on the back. Price explained different classroom management styles like he was giving a battlefield briefing: “Adapt to your environment. Don’t lose command of the room.”

You nodded dutifully, and sometimes got rewarded with a brief, proud head pat.

Then Soap made his move.

“Right! I’ve built a memory palace,” he announced.

“A what.”

“Memory technique! Visualization! Top-tier stuff!” He dragged you into the hallway, where he had drawn on the walls with dry-erase markers. You weren’t hallucinating.

“See here?” He pointed at a doodle of a dragon labeled ‘Past Tense Pete’.

“This beastie guards all irregular verbs. Ye’ve gotta slay him with correct conjugations!”

“What is happening?!” You shrieked, staring in horror at the doodle of an adverbial goblin. John, your knight in shining mutton chops, came to your rescue.

“She asked for help revising!” Soap protested.

“I asked for basic revision, not a full Dungeons and Dragons campaign!”

You pointed dramatically at Johnny, ready to throw him under the bus called ‘Captain Price.’

While Price and Soap bickered about the ethical limits of creative teaching aids, Gaz slipped a flashcard into your hand... CONDITIONALS: First vs. Second – Remember: If I win the lottery, I will freak out. If I won the lottery, I would freak out.

Genius? Madness? Hard to tell.

Then Ghost, quietly but ruthlessly, dragged a chair into the center of the room.

“Quiz time. No fluff. Answer fast, or you owe me a push-up.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I am not doing push-ups over auxiliary verbs.”

“Then don’t get them wrong.”

And he began rapid-firing questions: “What’s the communicative approach? How many types of conditional sentences? Example of a weak modal verb?”

You answered, getting most of them right. You were still terrified.

And then, from the kitchen: “QUIZ TIME’S OVER, I MADE A POWERPOINT!” The Scot roared.

—

At some point, you were cross-legged on the carpet, biscuit crumbs on your notes, explaining the importance of student talking time versus teacher talking time while they all nodded proudly like awkward but loving uncles.

“You’ll smash it,” The captain finally said, clapping a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“If not,” Soap winked, “we’ll sneak into the university database and ‘fix’ it.”

“Please don’t,” you whimpered.

As you packed your things, Ghost quietly handed you a neat stack of flashcards. “Keep these. I made extra copies.”

You flipped through them: clear, minimalist, perfect. You smiled. “Thanks, Batman.”

His eyes crinkled behind the mask. “You’re welcome, Robin.”

Your notes had never been clearer. Your brain, however, felt flash-banged by a PowerPoint titled “How to Conquer the Passive Voice Like a Spartan.”

You would never forget the dragon guarding irregular verbs.

[smartgirrl]

the science of learning

understanding how your brain learns can help you optimize your study habits and make learning more efficient and enjoyable

how the brain learns

your brain is a network of neurons that form new pathways or strengthen existing ones when you learn.

neuroplasticity -> allows your brain to adapt and learn throughout life.

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spaced repetition

...is reviewing information over increasing intervals of time.

this technique helps move information from short-term memory to long-term memory, making it stick better.

Anki or Quizlet use this technique for efficient studying

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active learning

passive studying (re-reading) is less effective. use active learning methods:

testing yourself - with flashcards or quizzes

teaching others - explaining concepts out loud

turning notes into visual aids - like mind maps or concept diagrams

the more actively you engage, the better you retain information!

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chunking

the brain can only hold a limited amount of information in working memory at once

break large information into smaller, manageable "chunks."

ex: group numbers into sets (like phone numbers).

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the importance of sleep

sleep consolidates memories and strengthens neural connections + filters out irrelevant info, helping key details stick

studying before bed - improves retention after a good night's rest.

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multisensory learning

the more senses you use when learning, the better you’ll remember.

using visual aids, audio, and even physical movement can help reinforce what you’re trying to learn.

creating colorful notes, speaking aloud, or even walking while reviewing flashcards can make a big difference in memory retention.

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growth mindset

... believing you can improve is crucial to learning effectively.

embrace mistakes as part of the learning process – they’re essential for growth!

focus on effort and progress, not perfection

[clumsydolly]

Obey me x Deuce Spade!Reader Part 2!

3 Younger brothers!

Warnings!⚠️: mentions of gang violence

Thank you for the ask! Please send more I'm loving these! The last one will be coming up in the next post since this is sooooooo long!

Asmodeus

Asmodeus took one look at you — panting from sprinting to class, tie askew, shoes scuffed, one hand clutching a cracked RAD binder and the other waving wildly as you yelled, “SORRY I’M LATE, I WAS WRITING A PRACTICE ESSAY ABOUT ETHICS!!!” — and decided immediately:

You were precious.

Not just cute though the determined sparkle in your eye was kind of cute but precious, in the way a chaotic, loud, blushy, absolutely earnest soul was in a sea of too-cool demons and tired celestial beings.

“Ohhh, sweetheart,” Asmo cooed as you tripped over your chair leg and collapsed onto your desk. “Are you alright? Emotionally, spiritually, and fashionably?”

You groaned into your notebook. “I just want to be an honor student so my mom can brag about me to the neighbors…”

Asmo clapped his hands. “A family-focused, hardworking, slightly messy disaster?! You're just my type!...well even though I don't completely have one....but who cares!”

At first, you didn’t quite know how to handle Asmo. You were too busy obsessing over flashcards and trying not to cry in front of Lucifer after forgetting to label your potion diagram.

Asmo would flutter into your study sessions, interrupting with dramatic gasps every time you forgot to moisturize or skipped lunch. You’d be mid-breakdown over whether “demon hierarchy” was supposed to be capitalized and suddenly get slapped in the face with an under-eye patch.

“Darling, if you're going to have an academic crisis, at least do it with hydrated skin.”

You didn’t understand him this effortlessly fabulous, glittery chaos sprite who cared more about your self-care than your quiz scores. But slowly, Asmo became a constant in your journey.

He wasn’t a tutor. He wasn’t trying to teach you demon history or correct your grammar. What he did was show up with snacks, dance music, and a new lip gloss for “confidence enhancement.” He called them “beauty battle buffs.” You took the name seriously.

You once called him the “self-care paladin of the Devildom” and he teared up like you just gave him an award.

When you confessed how badly you wanted to succeed how your past mistakes haunted you, how people always seemed to think you’d fail, and how every “A” felt like proof you weren’t a screw-up anymore Asmo didn’t brush it off.

He didn’t make a joke or go soft with pity.

Instead, he said, “Honey, I know what it’s like to want to shine so brightly that no one can see your cracks. But trust me — the cracks are where the sparkle gets in.”

He hugged you so tight you forgot to panic.

After that, Asmo got invested.

He color-coded your notebooks for you. He set alarms on your D.D.D. so you’d take breaks. He threatened to report professors who gave unclear assignment instructions (Lucifer had to intervene more than once).

He also started doing “pop quizzes” on emotional regulation.

You’d be ranting about a dumb grade curve and he’d ask, “Okay, Y/n, on a scale from one to ‘I’m gonna throw hands,’ how mad are you, and how hydrated have you been today?”

You never knew if you wanted to cry or laugh. Usually both.

Asmo also taught you the art of the confidence selfie. Before every big test, you had to take a pic together you doing your best Serious Academic Face™, him holding a “You Got This, Baby!” glitter sign.

He put the best ones in a folder labeled “Y/n’s Hot Honor Student Glow-Up.”

He didn’t just hype you up. He saw you. The weird mix of rage, sweetness, awkward charm, and absolute loyalty that made up the very core of who you were.

One day, when you were so tired you fell asleep face-first on your workbook, Asmo pulled a blanket over you and whispered, “You’re already enough, you know. Grades or no grades.”

You grumbled in your sleep about thesis formatting.

He smiled. “And adorable.”

Of course, being Asmo, he also tried to use your academic success as an excuse to throw “Honor Student Celebrations” complete with party hats and choreographed dances. You drew the line at confetti cannons in the RAD library.

Mostly.

But every time you stumbled, every time you doubted yourself, Asmo was there reminding you that striving for growth didn’t mean hating who you were. That working hard didn’t mean punishing yourself for not being perfect. That even if you tripped on your own shoelaces and knocked over five desks in the middle of a lecture, you were still worthy of being seen. Loved. Celebrated.

“You don’t have to become someone else to be enough, Y/n,” he’d say. “You just have to see yourself the way I do brave, ridiculous, sparkling, and so, so good.”

And maybe, just maybe… you were starting to believe him.

____

Bonus

Y/n's mom took one look at Asmodeus and frowned.

"Why are your buttons undone."

"Because I'm fabulous, darling!"

"You're going to catch a cold."

Asmo shrieked.

Despite the rocky start, Asmodeus quickly became fascinated by how utterly immune she was to his charm. No blushing. No swooning. She just kept giving him disappointed PTA mom stares like he was a kid who failed math class.

But the kicker? She liked him.

"You're too much. But... you make my child laugh. So you're alright."

He gasped. That was the first time he felt seen. Like, actually Mom-approved seen.

From that point on, he asked her for skincare tips, and she asked him how to stop her aging app from blurring her eyebrows. It was a fair trade.

Beelzebub

You met Beelzebub the same way anyone meets Beel accidentally running into a wall of muscle and nearly bouncing off like a tennis ball.

“Oh—! I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going, I was trying to memorize chemical reactions while also carrying three textbooks and a meat pie for lunch because if I don’t eat I get dizzy but also I think I failed the last quiz and—!”

Beel stared down at you mid-ramble, blinking slowly, and then reached over to gently take two of the textbooks off your stack like it was no big deal.

“You should eat first,” he said with the sincerity of a priest delivering a holy commandment. “You can memorize later.”

You blinked up at him. “Oh. Um. Okay.”

And just like that, you earned a permanent seat next to Beel at lunch.

At first, it was a little intimidating. The guy looked like he could bench-press Cerberus, and the way he inhaled food was borderline alarming. But Beel never made you feel small or silly, even when you got flustered explaining how you were trying to be a “reliable, reformed, academically respectable model student.” In fact, Beel nodded like that was a totally normal thing to say between bites of demon lasagna.

You learned quickly that Beel didn’t speak much, but when he did, it mattered. When you were stressed and muttering about how your mom deserved a child who didn’t blow up their alchemy set three times in one semester, Beel just looked at you calmly and said:

“She’d probably just be proud you didn’t give up.”

You nearly choked on your sandwich.

From then on, it was like you became his academic gym buddy except instead of lifting weights, you were lifting yourself out of a C-average spiral and trying not to cry every time a professor reminded you that “intent isn’t the same as results.”

Beel was ridiculously supportive in his quiet way. He didn’t give motivational speeches or fuss over you like Asmo. He didn’t even fully understand some of the subjects you were studying. But he’d show up every time. With snacks. With patience. With that calm energy that made your racing thoughts feel less like a storm and more like a breeze.

When you wanted to scream over a bad grade? Beel just passed you a protein bar and waited. When you wanted to skip dinner because you had “so much work to do,” Beel picked you up like a potato sack and carried you to the kitchen.

“Can’t study if you pass out,” he said. You didn’t argue. Mostly because his biceps were terrifying.

You found out later that Beel did understand the pressure. He wanted to be reliable too for his brothers, for Belphie, for everyone. He knew what it was like to feel like you had to earn your place by always being good, always being strong, always being enough.

That’s when things shifted.

You started packing extra food in your lunch for him little things you made yourself, sometimes a little burnt, sometimes overly seasoned, but always made with care. Beel ate them all. Every single time.

You started walking home with him after class, talking about everything and nothing. You’d vent about an upcoming test, then ask him what his favorite dessert was. (Answer: all of them.)

Beel never teased you for being awkward, or loud, or getting too passionate about demon law reform. He liked it when you got excited. Said it made you “look like the food was finally ready.”

The first time you accidentally fell asleep on him during a study break, he just adjusted his position so you didn’t drool on his jacket.

“You’re trying really hard,” he murmured to your sleeping form. “I see it.”

You never heard him say it, but when you woke up, there was a perfectly wrapped sandwich in your hand with a sticky note that read “Eat this or I’ll be sad :(."

After that, you stopped trying to be perfect.

Not completely. You still studied like your life depended on it. You still panicked before tests. You still wrote practice essays titled things like “How Not to Be a Disappointment: A 10-Step Plan.”

But you also ate lunch. Took breaks. Laughed more. Tripped a little less over your own expectations.

Because now, you had Beel.

He didn’t just carry your books. He carried your guilt, your doubts, your need to prove yourself. Quietly. Steadily. Like it was no big deal.

And when you got your first A in Demon Ethics, you ran down the hall yelling “I DID IT!” at full volume.

Beel met you halfway. Lifted you into the air with one arm like you weighed nothing, grinning from ear to ear.

“I knew you would,” he said.

Then he ate your congratulatory cupcake in one bite.

You didn’t even mind.

_____

Bonus

Y/n's mom handed Beel a tupperware container the moment he walked in.

"You look hungry. Eat this."

It was over. Beel was in love. Not romantically, just... emotionally. Spiritually. Cosmically.

She cooked like a legend and scolded him like a son. Beel spent exactly four minutes trying to be polite before giving in and eating an entire pot of stew.

"He eats like your uncle."

"You said I don’t have an uncle, you're an only child."

"Exactly."

He tried to offer to help clean, but she waved him off.

"Just keep protecting my baby. And try not to eat anything cursed, please."

Beel nodded solemnly, a meatball hanging from his mouth.

Belphegor

Meeting Belphegor was not your most graceful moment.

You had just spent three straight nights trying to memorize every demon law amendment from the last three centuries because “I will make honor roll this semester or die trying,” and promptly passed out on the stairs in the House of Lamentation.

You woke up to a face about an inch from yours, staring at you like you'd just rolled into his nap zone uninvited.

“…Did you die?”

“Not yet.”

“Lame.”

And just like that, Belphegor decided you were tolerable.

Well tolerable in the way you were a little weird, a little too upright for your own good, and carried the air of someone trying way too hard not to mess up. That amused him. You were like a tiny, chaotic wind-up honor student that occasionally exploded into panic. Very entertaining. Very loud. Very dramatic.

“I have to pass this next exam or my mother is going to vaporize me with a single glare.”

“...Sounds fake.”

“It’s not! Her eye twitches before she kills.”

“...."

"...."

"Okay you're right she's super supportive, but I still wanna make her proud!"

Despite his love for naps and general hatred of effort, Belphie found himself weirdly drawn to your energy. You were constantly flinging yourself into responsibilities and tripping over your own motivation, like a demon-slaying Roomba.

You, on the other hand, had no idea how to handle Belphie.

You’d walk into the attic to grab some old textbooks and he’d be draped across the floor like laundry left out to dry.

“You’ve been asleep for eight hours.”

“Wrong. I woke up after five. Then I watched you panic over your essay for two hours. Then I fell back asleep.”

“…You watched me??”

“Yeah. Your hair fluffed out like a murder bird. It was cute.”

Cute.

You nearly passed away on the spot.

But somewhere between your seventh panic attack over “not being smart enough” and Belphie telling you to “just set the library on fire and start fresh,” a weird friendship settled in.

He’d appear in the library, half-awake, tossing a pillow at your head before you could spiral.

“Don’t even start. You already know you’re trying too hard. Take a nap. You’ll be less annoying after.”

You’d complain. Loudly. You’d say things like “But if I sleep now, I’ll dream of my GPA crumbling like stale cookies.” But you’d still curl up beside him anyway, mumbling formulas into his shoulder until you passed out.

Belphie was surprisingly patient with your goals. He didn’t get why you were killing yourself trying to be the perfect student but he respected it. Sort of. In a “you’re insane but also determined and I guess that’s hot” kind of way.

What really confused him was how easily you admitted to your mistakes.

“I used to be kind of awful. Got into fights. Broke stuff. Screamed at vending machines. I’m trying to be better now.”

Belphie blinked at you. “You… admit that?”

“Why lie about it? I was dumb. Now I’m just medium-dumb with better habits.”

He laughed so hard he snorted.

It was the honesty, maybe. You didn’t pretend to be perfect. You weren’t afraid to be the punchline if it meant making someone laugh. And you didn’t treat Belphie like a landmine you just… existed around him. Even when you knew what he’d done in the past.

“I used to… hurt people,” he muttered once, during one of your library naps. “I’m not always someone worth trusting.”

You peeked open one eye.

“Well, I’m not always someone worth betting on, but here we are.”

That was the thing. You never asked him to change. You didn’t ask him to apologize for his past a thousand times. You just kept being there a hurricane of ambition and accidental vulnerability wrapped in a tie that was always a little crooked.

And Belphie?

He kept showing up, too.

He’d bring you snacks from Beel when you forgot to eat. He’d yank your pen out of your hand when you hit your fourth hour of overthinking an essay. He even started letting you win at pillow fights (though he’d never admit it).

When you finally passed that brutal demon history exam with a high score, you came running into the attic yelling like you’d just discovered fire.

“I DID IT, BELPH! I PASSED! I—”

You tripped on a pile of blankets and face-planted next to his mattress.

“…Congrats,” he said, not even looking up. “Now shut up and nap. You earned it.”

So you did.

And for once, your dreams weren’t about grades or failure or your mom sighing over your report card. They were quiet. Warm. Calm.

Like you’d finally found someone who didn’t care whether you were a delinquent turned honor student or just an exhausted mess.

To him, you were enough either way.

_____

Bonus

The showdown between Belphie and Y/n's mom was...tense.

He tried to sleep on the couch the second he got there. She hit him with a rolled-up newspaper.

"Get your feet off the cushions."

"...I see the resemblance now," he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

But oddly enough, she liked him. He didn't talk much, didn’t fake anything, and most importantly, didn’t try to sweet-talk his way out of accountability. She respected that.

She even gave him a weighted blanket before bed.

"You need it more than you know."

He stared at her, half-asleep.

"I get why Y/n turned out okay now. You’re terrifying."

"And you're welcome."

They both understood each other on a deeply passive-aggressive level. It worked.

Thank you for reading!! I will have the last part out soon! Please send more asks as usual Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated! 🩷

[glowup-princess]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ

Studying like Elle Woods means embracing confidence, determination, and style while pursuing academic success. Here are 10 tips to channel your inner Elle Woods:

Set Clear Goals Elle Woods set her sights on getting into Harvard Law School, a clear and ambitious goal. Could you define what you want to achieve and keep that vision at your mind? Action Tip: Write your goal on a sticky note and place it where you’ll see it daily.

Stay Organized Elle was determined to stay on top of her studies. To maximize productivity, keep your notes, schedule, and resources organized. Action Tip: Use planners or apps to track assignments, deadlines, and study sessions.

Create a Study-Friendly Environment Elle embraced her unique style while working hard. Make your study space inspiring and comfortable. Action Tip: Decorate your desk with motivational quotes, good lighting, and a splash of your favorite colors.

Dress for Success Elle knew the power of looking good and feeling good. Dressing up can boost your confidence and focus. Action Tip: Wear an outfit that makes you feel empowered, even when studying at home.

Study Smart, Not Just Hard Elle used her strengths and creative thinking to excel. Find study methods that work for you, like flashcards, mind maps, or teaching others. Action Tip: Use active recall and spaced repetition for better retention.

Embrace a Positive Mindset Elle faced skepticism but stayed positive. Believe in yourself and your ability to succeed. Action Tip: Use affirmations like “I am capable” or “I can handle this” when doubts creep in.

Prioritize Self-Care Elle balanced work with self-care. Ensure you’re taking care of your physical and mental health. Action Tip: Schedule breaks, exercise, and treat yourself to little rewards after hitting study milestones.

Surround Yourself with Supportive People Elle had a solid support system. Connect with people who encourage and inspire you. Action Tip: Join study groups or connect with classmates who share similar goals.

Stay Resilient in the Face of Challenges Elle didn’t let rejection or doubt hold her back. Learn from setbacks and keep moving forward. Action Tip: Reflect on challenges to find lessons and areas for improvement.

Celebrate Your Wins Elle celebrated her accomplishments, big or small. Acknowledge your progress and reward yourself for hard work.

Remember take care of yourself <3

pt.2?

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

[emil-the-idiot42]

Angels Crashing to Earth

Part 2: Understanding Upon Earth

Cecil Steadman x Alien!Reader

TW: Cannon Typical Violence, Severe Injury, Healing form Severe Injuries, Locked in a Hospital Room, Cecil being Paranoid, Cameras, Lie Detecting disguised as Medical Observation and Treatment. If there are any I missed PLEASE tell me so I can add them to the warnings.

No mentions of the reader's appearance other than blood color, wings, having a few hollow bones because the reader's alien race is loosely based off of birds/biblically accurate angels, an extra heart and an extra eye.

Written in 2nd person. Instead of (Y/N) I will be using ___.

Word Count: 1,242

Chapter Description: After months of being monitored, you are asked a few questions by Cecil himself to possibly use your strength for other means.

Several months had passed since you had woken up in the hospital. Everyday was similar, basically the same. A doctor would come in to check your vitals as another came in to teach you the language English. In exchange you taught them your language and about your race. The intricacies of what they are, but leaving out the details of what they do.

Though there was also another constant on a schedule you always noticed. You knew he didn't want to raise your suspicions and stay hidden, but the same times everyday you saw Cecil out of the corner of your eye. Always a slight glimpse of him in the window of your hospital door, walking buy. Presumably to a nearby location to keep an eye on you.

The doctor said he was an important man, trying to keep the world safe, but you never understood why he kept a close eye on you.

"Don't let it get to you. He's been known to be a bit... Paranoid." The doctor hushed in reassurance as she scribbled on her clipboard. "He's just a bit skeptical about another alien landing here."

Confusion riddled your face, obtaining the attention of your teacher. "It is nothing to worry yourself about, now let's get back to these lessons." He held up another flashcard, a simplistic picture of a cookie was on it.

"Cookie." Answer plain and simple just like the card.

"Good. Now what do you call it where you are from?"

"We never had anything such as a cookie, so i don't believe we've ever had a word for it." Both the doctor and the teacher looked at you puzzled but seemingly understanding.

The doctor scribbled something down from the machines on her papers as you answered. You looked at her but the teacher lifted up another card quickly bringing you back to focus.

"Pineapple." A fruit that perplexes you in many ways. "I've never seen a fruit quite like it. Even on all of the other planets I have seen, this seems to be unique only to this planet." A hushed tone overtook you as well as your curiosity. "I would love to see one one day."

"I'm sure we can arrange something for you." a smile graced the doctor's lips as she looked at you with the statement. A warm feeling creeped through you as you mimicked the expression.

This when on for about another hour as the teacher seemed to shift, and the doctor seemed more intent on your vitals.

"Today, we're going to do something a little different. I am going to show you a car and you are going to call it something it isn't. You can do that right?" You simply nodded in reply, unsure of what the pair were doing, but they had helped you so far. He held up a card with the picture of a tomato.

"Tree."

"Good, very good." He looked over at the doctor and nodded, clearly something you were left out of. "And this one?" Flash cards flipped through and answers, incorrectly though they might be, followed for the next 30 minutes.

"This is interesting. ___'s vitals are only barely spiking." The doctor seemed to be writing more intently.

"This might be an issue later on, but I'm sure we'll figure it out."

Idle chatter flowed between the two as they left discussing their findings as you were once left alone again. You looked at the machines, the beeping steady, showing many different things. Blood oxygen, heart rates, a few other things you couldn't distinguish. Watching them steadily monitor your health you lost track of time and your senses. It was oddly calming for you, the calm rhythmic beeping with your hearts, seeing your blood oxygen level out with your breathing. You were so engrossed in the steadiness of it all you didn't see or even hear him walk in.

"I see you're holding up well." Turning around in an instant, your eyes land on the man who spoke. Cecil.

"Fairly." Soft words escape you. "Why are you here? I have been told you are a busy man."

"I simply came in to see how you were doing. You were pretty banged up when we found you." You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but the phrase wasn’t lost on you.

“It was difficult to heal after a crash like that. I’m sure this isn’t the only reason you are here.”

A soft chuckle came from Cecil before he answered. “You saw right through me. I did want to ask you a few questions.” He leaned forward with his hands coming up to rest his chin upon them. "Nothing serious, but to make sure you're in good enough shape to move along with your treatments." You only nodded, ready to be free of the bed you had been in since you got to this facility. Hopefully out of the sterile room you had been in and see something new.

"Good. Do you know why you are on this planet?"

"No. I was placed in the Sarcophagus and sent in a random direction in space for an undetermined amount of time." You gave the answer, simple but leaving out as to why. Why you were in the ship.

"That... 'Sarcophagus' as you put it. From what we were able to reconstruct from the wreckage, it looked like it was designed to kill you. Is that true."

"Yes." Cecil squinted at your vital signs looking for anything out of the ordinary using the data he collected from the doctors that were with you earlier that day. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and continued with his questioning.

"Just a few more questions. We are just assessing if your head injuries might have affected your long term memory. Why were you put in this ship that would ultimately kill you?"

"I disobeyed The Flock. A direct order from the leader." You hung your head in shame as Cecil focused back on the monitors. You were still steady, telling the truth.

"Can I know what order you ignored?" A chill ran down your spine at Cecil's question. You wanted to keep this planet safe, yet you were struggling with the means as to how. Would you keep it a secret so they don't seek it out, or tell them so they could prepare? With a heavy sigh, you gave him his answer, deciding to leave nothing under lock and key.

"I was ordered to conquer a planet. Inhabited. It was in sector 15 on our charts. I couldn't do it." pausing for a moment to collect yourself, you looked up at him. "I saw a family of the inhabitants. I saw plants and life. I believe my curiosity was my downfall. I wanted to learn all I could from them."

Cecil nodded before looking back at the monitor. Again, no changes or abnormalities. Stable. He sighed, his own head hanging low for a moment, thoughts racing through his mind. He looked back up at you, tired eyes seemingly hidden behind a stoic face.

"Would you want to use your strength to protect, rather than conquer?" 

“What exactly do you mean?”

“Well, you hold great strength and potential to be a hero of sorts. You were sent alone to conquer a planet which proves your strength as well as the possibility of combat knowledge. We need people to protect this planet, and you seem to fit the bill.”

AN: Sorry again if it is too short or not really that good. I had a lot of fun writing this and really hoped you enjoyed reading. The third part doesn't have a name yet but it will be out in about a week or two if work doesn't keep me busy.

The Dove borders were made by dollywons so please be sure to give them the credit and support they deserve.

[zeroseuniverse]

Zb1 as study partners? 😊

Taglist:@zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120 @llunaticc13 @1daily2lele7 @etaernaluvv @hanninova

Hanbin – The Encouraging Tutor

He makes you flashcards, color-codes your notes, and tells you “You’ve got this!” every 10 minutes. Even if you’re failing, he’s not giving up on you. He gently corrects you like:

“That’s close! You're only missing one word—but your logic is perfect!” He also insists on “celebration breaks” after each study goal is met: a little snack, a TikTok dance, or bubble tea runs.

Jiwoong – The Calm Overachiever

Has his entire semester planned out in a spreadsheet. You don’t even ask—he just shares it with you. He’ll help you with anything, but his energy is peaceful. The kind of study partner who quietly hands you a highlighter and says,

“I figured you’d want your notes to match mine.” If you get stressed, he lets you lay your head on his arm while he keeps reviewing material out loud until you’re ready to jump back in.

Zhang Hao – The Secret Nerd Who Pretends He’s Not Trying

He’s like:

“Ugh, I didn’t study.” Proceeds to ace the mock test. He’s smart but acts chill—until you actually start struggling. Then he flips, scoots over, and explains the hardest question like a patient professor. You: “Wait, that actually made sense?” Hao: “Of course. I'm an excellent teacher.” (smirking) You start requesting him over tutors. He pretends to be annoyed, but always shows up early with boba and notes.

Matthew – The Sweetest Distraction

Starts strong… and then gets sidetracked by every little thing. “Wait, did you hear that bird?” “Let’s make your notes cute so you remember better!” He doodles hearts in your margins and gets excited over your handwriting. But when it’s crunch time? He’s locked in. And if you’re overwhelmed, he’s the first to notice.

“Hey, hey. Let’s breathe first, then do one problem at a time, okay?”

Taerae – The Chill Genius Who Explains Things With Memes

Taerae will explain a concept using a K-drama plot or a meme.

“Think of mitochondria as the mom of the cell. She does everything.” He’s surprisingly great at breaking things down and making it fun. Also, he always has a lo-fi playlist going and his room smells like fresh stationery. Every session ends with him saying “Okay, you’re done. We’re getting ice cream now.”

Ricky – The Flirty Know-It-All

He’s annoying. He knows he’s annoying. But also? He’s right. “Wrong again,” he teases, leaning closer. “Guess you’ll have to keep me around longer.” You pretend to be mad, but you do get better at everything when he explains it, so... You once snapped at him during a stressful cram session and he shut up immediately, brought you water, and sat with you in silence until you calmed down.

Gyuvin – The Distracted Puppy Who Makes You Laugh Too Much

Tries to help. Really tries. But somehow you’ve only gone through two pages in an hour.

“Okay, but what if mitochondria were Pokémon?” You: “Gyuvin, PLEASE.” You end up taking charge, and he rewards you with snacks, random compliments, and chaotic support. “You’re literally the Einstein of this generation. I believe in you.” He may not teach you anything directly, but he makes studying feel way less lonely.

Gunwook – The Focused Motivator

Gunwook takes studying seriously. He times sessions, sets goals, and even stretches with you between chapters.

“Let’s finish this section and then reward ourselves.” You end up doing more than expected every time because his determination rubs off on you. He’s also surprisingly gentle when helping you: “No pressure. We’re doing this together, yeah?” Big supportive golden retriever energy.

Yujin – The Quiet but Observant Helper

He doesn’t say much unless he sees you struggling. Then suddenly—he's showing you shortcuts, handing over cleanly written notes, and teaching you little tricks to remember facts. He likes studying beside you, quietly syncing pages like a cozy duet. You realize later that half the stuff you’re using to remember terms came from him casually whispering them while tapping your notebook. He never makes a big deal about it. But he always notices.

[starletdust]

Baba! Can chu do hcs + moodboard for dada rawtio and a angwel / prince lwil? :3/nf

cg ratio & angel little moodboard // hcs !!

𐙚 of courseee !! i already told u some of these earlier :3

art by treetree233_SFW on twt (i am not calling it X)

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ baths ! destressing together in the warm water after a long day , bath bombs and salts adding to the calm atmosphere …

⟢ and caring for your wings afterwards , gentle as ever (..◜ᴗ◝..)

⋆ ࣪˖⊹ when ratio is caring for you , he enjoys parallel play and your company rather than engaging in activies with you ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

⟢ he also likes having you do things that result in a final product , like drawing !!

⋆⁺₊⋆ if something is wrong , ratio prefers to solve your problem as fast as he can instead of comforting you or giving you a distraction ! he’d rather wait to see how you’re doing afterwards , once it’s all better

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ he is especially gentle when caring for you … holds you in his lap with his arms around you , careful not to press against your wings too much , constantly asking if the arrangement is okay ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

⋆⁺₊⋆ educational shows !!! prefers to put on older ones , and occasionally has you do some easy flashcards

⋆ ࣪˖⊹ teaches you baby sign language for when you’re nonspeaking for whatever reason ! tries his best to be more understanding with you compared to his actual students ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

colors are back yippee !!!! i’m unsure if i like it better bolded or regular

looking at an old post of mine and realizing there’s a few of the same hcs here thisisembarrassing

@twinypwupy taggin you because i genuinely don’t know if you saw this or not ,,,, /nm

[selfhelpforstudents]

Acing Exams: The Ultimate Study Hacks Every Student Should Know

Girls in Finance project server // other posts

Studying for exams doesn't have to be a daunting task. Equip yourself with these proven study hacks to boost your preparation and increase your chances of acing those exams:

1. Prioritize Your Material:

Identify key concepts and focus on high-priority topics outlined in your syllabus.

Break down larger subjects into manageable sections to avoid feeling overwhelmed.

2. Create a Strategic Study Schedule:

Develop a realistic study schedule that considers your peak productivity hours.

Use techniques like the Pomodoro Technique to break study sessions into focused intervals with short breaks.

3. Active Learning Techniques:

Engage in active learning methods, such as teaching the material to someone else or creating flashcards.

Utilize mnemonic devices and acronyms to remember complex information.

4. Diversify Your Resources:

Explore various learning materials, including textbooks, online resources, videos, and supplementary materials.

Choose resources that resonate with your learning style for a more effective study experience.

5. Practice with Past Papers:

Familiarize yourself with the exam format by practicing with past papers or sample questions.

Analyze your mistakes and focus on improving in areas where you may be struggling.

6. Utilize Visualization Techniques:

Visualize complex concepts or create mind maps to establish connections between ideas.

Use color-coded diagrams and charts to enhance your understanding of relationships within the material.

7. Join Study Groups:

Collaborate with peers in study groups to gain different perspectives and share insights.

Teaching and discussing topics with others can reinforce your own understanding.

8. Healthy Lifestyle Habits:

Ensure you get adequate sleep to support memory consolidation.

Maintain a balanced diet and exercise regularly to keep your mind and body in optimal condition.

9. Mindfulness and Stress Management:

Practice mindfulness techniques, such as deep breathing or meditation, to manage stress.

Break down your study sessions into smaller, manageable tasks to reduce anxiety.

10. Reward Yourself:

Incorporate rewards into your study routine to stay motivated.

Treat yourself to breaks or small rewards after completing challenging study sessions.

Remember, everyone's study journey is unique, so feel free to tailor these study hacks to fit your personal preferences and learning style. Consistency and dedication to your study routine will play a key role in your success. Good luck!

Join our Girls in Finance project if you want to learn more about studying finance and the financial world <3

[asylumgarden2003]

Study Tips

Hi and happy Friday the 13th! It’s Serena here with some studying tips. We’ll get into the different methods I like to use, helpful hacks for a better study environment, and the apps that help me reach my study goals. Currently, I’m taking Biology, Chemistry, Advanced Functions and English <33

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Methods

Active recall is (in my opinion) the most useful study method where you recite the information without looking at your notes or textbooks. Instead of passively reviewing material, you test yourself on key concepts, questions, or facts. This process helps me identify my weak and strong areas in what I’m studying. This technique is best for memory-based subjects like biology, history and other social sciences, but can be used in whatever way you prefer!

Flashcards are another super great study method, especially when it comes to memorizing diagrams and quick definitions. I love using flashcards and quizzing myself with my friends which makes studying a little bit more entertaining for us!

Teaching the content, which is a bit similar to active recall, is another personal favorite of mine because this technique ensures you understand the material and know how and why something happens. Explaining the content to someone else helps you break the material down into more manageable chunks of information, making it easier to remember and not so intimidating.

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Helpful Tips

Listening to music while studying is fine, but it’s better to use music without lyrics (unless your volume is very low). For me especially, I lose my focus because of the words and my studying isn’t as efficient as it should be.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE invest in a whiteboard!!! They're so amazing and they honestly make me want to study because they’re so fun to use. I recommend one of the bigger ones (so you can write out more information) and remember to use different colors so the information can really stick (and just because it looks better)

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Useful Apps

Flora is one of my favorite apps right now that keeps me off of my phone when I’m doing homework and studying. It’s actually super motivating because if you go onto another app, you ‘kill a tree’ (which is very rude in my opinion). It’s even better when you study with your friends on the app, and compete to see who can get the most hours of studying done.

Notion is an app that has many uses, but in this context you can use it to track your assignments and upcoming evaluations! You can then use the app to plan the dates and times that you’ll study each subject to ensure you’re prepared for everything.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

I really hope these tips help you on your studying journey, and that you can make the most of this school year! <33

[smartgirrl]

how to effectively review your notes after class

reviewing your notes shortly after class can greatly improve retention and understanding. here are something that i do!

why review your notes?

forgetting curve -> a phenomenon where our brains tend to forget information rapidly if we don’t revisit it.

by reviewing your notes within 24 hours, you strengthen neural connections and solidify the material in your long-term memory.

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effective strategies for reviewing your notes

1. active review

summarize the material -> after class, write a brief summary of the key points in your own words.

ask yourself questions -> turn headings or bullet points into questions and see if you can answer them without looking at your notes.

teach someone else -> explaining the material to someone else can reinforce your understanding and identify gaps in your knowledge.

2. organizing your notes

highlight key concepts -> use different colors or underlining to emphasize important points, formulas, or definitions.

add examples -> include real-world examples next to complex ideas to make them more relatable and easier to remember.

create summaries or concept maps -> condense lengthy notes into diagrams, charts, or mind maps to visualize relationships between topics.

3. spaced repetition

review within 24 hours -> go over your notes right after class to reinforce initial learning.

space subsequent review -> revisit the material after a few days, then again after a week.

use flashcards or apps -> tools like anki or quizlet can help with spaced repetition by showing you content at optimal intervals.

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how to keep your notes engaging

make it visual -> use diagrams, doodles, or flowcharts to break up text-heavy notes and make reviewing more interactive.

incorporate mnemonics -> create acronyms, rhymes, or mental images to help remember lists or difficult concepts.

if you want to go beyond... what i do is take my notes digitally during class (or before if the lecture is posted online) and after the lesson rewrite everything in my notebook. by rewriting everything, i review the lesson :)

[tatertotsafterdark]

Marking - Scott Howl x Reader

18+ MDNI. READ “CONTAINS” SECTION BEFORE READING.

|| Being a struggling college student sucks. Luckily, your werewolf boyfriend doesn't mind helping you de-stress - even if he gets a little too into it.

CONTAINS: AFAB READER, GIVING!SCOTT, RECEIVING!READER, BITING, MARKING, HICKEYS, OVER THE CLOTHES, NO AFTERCARE, MENTIONS OF MIDTERMS

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: IK I switched this fic from what was planned at the last minute but shhhhh... tried to put some characteristics of the Monster Prom writing style but I don't know how successful that was. Based mainly off the first Monster Prom game. (Ignore how the gif is monster roadtrip okay byeeee have fun reading or don't)

Midterms, midterms, midterms. Jesus fucking Christ. That’s all your life has been for the last few weeks, working on gradually revising your notes and studying for those God forsaken tests, worth a part of your grade that’s way too big. You slam your flat palms onto the desk in your small apartment, giving it a good couple of smacks. You’re frustrated, unable to grasp the topic you’re reading through. Why the hell did you have to take a math class? You hated math. Your major didn’t really use math, either. 

You groan as you hear a knock at the door, lifting yourself on to tired legs. Who visits this late at night, especially when you have a giant sign on your apartment door labeled “DON’T DEAD OPEN INSIDE?” You’d think by now people would catch on to your witty ideas of decoration and lack of availability. Maybe studying for midterms wouldn’t be so hard if you’d stop making interior design into your impromptu passion. 

Your hand quickly twists the knob, without giving much thought to check if there was some kind of evil monster or a serial killer or a Jehovah Witness outside of your door. Luckily, it’s none of those - it’s Scott! You manage a smile as his tail wags, and step aside, nonverbally inviting him inside. You can do that since he’s not a vampire. He quickly enters, wrapping his muscular arms around you.

“Dude, where have you been?!” He yells out, a large and toothy smile plastered on his face. You can practically hear his tail wagging, and you can definitely hear it hitting into his backside as it wags. 

“Studying.” You reply, returning the hug weakly and shuffling back over to the living room, lit only by a singular lamp (setting the aesthetic is an important part of studying, after all). You didn’t realize it until now, but your desk was piled with sticky notes, flashcards, notebooks, highlighters, pens in every color under the sun, and empty energy drink cans.

“Studying? Who even studies anymore?” Scott cocks his head, making that stupid-yet-so-damn-cute face at you like he always did when he was questioning your totally normal decisions. 

“I mean, c’mon, when was the last time you got some sun, bro? Your curtains are never open.” Scott says, a small pout on his lips as he looks down at you. You opt to ignore the comment about your currents, and instead huff and walk over to your desk.

“It doesn’t matter when I last left my apartment or opened the windows or anything like that. What’s important right now is that I teach myself everything my professor has been trying to teach us for the past few weeks.” Your ass hits the office chair a bit hard, which sends it backwards. The back of your chair hits Scott’s front, stopping it in its place. 

“You haven’t even showed up to the gym recently! You’re not getting any exercise.”

“I’m not interested in exercising. I want to pass these dumbass exams, Scott. Plus, there isn’t an exercise in the world that I actually like.” 

“Yes there is, bro, you know that.” 

“Great, Scott, then go ahead and tell me because you definitely know me better than I know myself.” You roll your eyes, and the action could probably be heard just off of the nasty tone you dip down into using. Swapping sleep for caffeine isn’t good for your mood, note to self. 

“Well, Polly says that sex burns calories, so therefore, it’s exercise.” 

You freeze up for a moment, thinking about the implications of the sentence that just slipped out of Scott’s lips. Was he implying that you two-? 

Before you can think much longer, one of Scott’s large hands is slowly massaging your chest, and the other is in between your thighs. He may be a bit academically challenged, but at least he wouldn’t be totally lost in an anatomy class. You can’t help but lean into the touch. It’d been ages since you’d gotten any action, even before you started obsessing over getting good grades on your midterms. Scott’s large fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit is enough to melt your brain, getting it off of finding derivatives, even if it was only for a temporary amount of time. 

“Shit- don’t stop- please.” You manage to get your voice to work in between pathetic squeaks and whimpers, and Scott simply speeds up in response to your words. You close your eyes, soaking in the much needed feeling of human contact. Two of Scott’s fingers find their way to the hard bud that’s developed under your shirt, gently twisting and pinching it as your moans get louder.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, and before long, you feel fangs on the tender flesh. Love bites are completely welcome, of course, so you don’t complain. You run your fingers through his hair as he finishes you off, giving you much needed release without so much as undressing you.

“There, bro! Now you’ve got your daily workout in. Your studying is going to be way easier now.” Scott says with a proud smile, turning your office chair around to face him. The way his face drops, you can tell he’s totally marked up your entire neck to the point even a turtleneck wouldn’t be enough to hide it. Oh, shit. 

“Well… a workout is exactly what I needed. Thanks, bro.”

“Anytime, dude! Just, uh, make sure you have that color corrector stuff you were talking about the one time.” Scott laughs, turning on his heel and walking to your kitchen. You rub your fingers over the bite marks, and the fact that they’re indented into your skin is enough to tell you that any amount of color corrector wouldn’t be enough anyway. They trail up to just below your ear, so you’ll just have to hide away in your room and study for a few more days until they fade. 

You take a deep breath, turning away from Scott as he opens your fridge, and picking up one of your colorful pens for the umpteenth time that evening. 

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Chapter 25: Talking 'Bout Prowl!

Summary:Blaster and Jazz talk about teaching Prowl.

It was another average day, but one filled with new ideas and goals. Prowl was sprawled across mine and Blaster’s laps as we worked on pulling out the useless scales. There wasn’t many. There never really was, but Prowl seemed determined to ignore them yet and if the old scales were left then new ones couldn’t grow in their place. The dying scales were harder to pick out on Prowl due to his coloration. It was much easier on the others as the color would fade, but on a mostly white mer they were practically invisible. So we would just run our hands over his scales and search blindly for scales that moved more or were softer than the others. Then we gave a soft tug and if it started to give with ease we would pull it out to reveal a new scale just starting under it. During this process we would talk and the most we got out of Prowl was a twitch of one of his ear fins.

If anyone else tried to groom him he would move away. If they persisted he would flee to his nest. If they kept up after that, which was rare, but had to happen if we weren’t there for an extended period of time due to other duties, then he would deal with it. He made sure they knew he wasn’t happy about it though with half growls and glaring ahead. Any dying scales left for too long would eventually start to rot and cause illness and infection. It took a while for that to even begin to happen, but it was best not to even give something like that the slightest chance to happen.

“So I was thinking that maybe we could try and teach Prowl to read or write or something. I mean maybe he can’t form words or maybe he can, but I think having some way to communicate would be nice.” I looked over at my friend who was diligently working on our mer.

“That will take quite a bit of time. Are you sure you’re up to a task like that?” Blaster responded with a slight smirk.

“I have patience. Besides Prowl is a quick learner. He picked up puzzles easily enough. Ya have already started reading to him. Maybe ya could start letting him look at the pages or something. Get him some kids books to look at with ya or something.”

“I guess that might work, but language is harder to learn than something like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. Lets write the alphabet down and try from there. I mean there’s only so many letters so having him know that might help with writing words.”

“See? This is why I keep ya around. Ya got some great ideas in there.” I tapped his head and he smacked my hand away with an eyeroll.

“Shut it.”

I smacked him back and we had a bit of a back of forth thing for a second. That was when Prowl looked back at us and growled warningly.

“He started it.” I pointed at Blaster.

“I did not. Don’t go pushing this all on me.”

“Ya hit me first.”

“You insulted me.”

“Oh ya big baby. I was just teasing ya and ya know it.”

“Bite me.”

Prowl hissed before laying his head back down. We sat there for a moment.

“I can’t tell if he’s mad.” I leaned over to speak softly to Blaster.

“Try talking to him or something.”

“I dare ya to poke him.”

“What? No. You do it. You found him first so he’s Your responsibility.”

“Oh wow. I thought we were in this together Best Friend.”

“Says the one who wanted me to deal with something You started.”

“Fine, fine. Ya ok, Prowls? You’re not mad at us or anything, right?” I let my fingers graze over his wing fin.

He made a soft noise. It was slightly irritated, but he made no move to deter me from touching him.

“I think we’re ok.” I slowly eased back into searching for dying scales and Blaster followed suit.

“Just saying it was your fault.”

“Oh whatever. So how about little flashcards or something?”

“If we get some items and write out their names that might work. Starting with things that are familiar like coral or fish breeds would work best. If we start trying to teach him things that he has never seen before that would do more harm than good. As far as we know he thinks I’m just holding the book for no reason and talking nonsense just because I can.”

“Ya bring up a good point. Lets run this by the Ratch man later. I think Prowl’s had enough of our nonsense today.”

“You mean Your nonsense. I’m just along for the ride as usual. Brought against my will to suffer.” Blaster put in dramatically complete with a pose and a regal tone of voice.

“Ya like my nonsense and ya know it.”

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It was a go. So Blaster and I had spent one night at home working on flashcards and talking over how we were going to do this. Then of course we would need Cliff to gather plants and tell us what they were or at least me. Then we could go from there. Maybe we could even teach him to write.

It might take longer than we thought as Prowl was going to be under some serious stress soon. They wanted to try and put them into the merger tank and see how it would go. They doubted that the Magis Accuratius would try and hurt him with how they were acting. Prowl was at more of a risk for violence and even that was a slim chance. The preparations were coming along rather nicely. I just hoped Prowl would be ok. Aid reassured me that if Prowl was put under too much stress for too long or if he started to act out then they would pull him out.

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OC Intro Meme

this meme is absolutely everywhere, i saw multiple open tags and that was all the excuse i needed to yap about my creature

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GENERAL

Name: Zalan Laidir

Alias(es): Rook

Gender: Binary trans man

Age: 51 (born in Matrinalis 9:01 Dragon)

Place of birth: Llomerryn, Rivain

Spoken languages: Trade, Rivaini, broken Qunlat, bits and pieces of Elven (Bellara and Davrin have been teaching him some + he made a copy of Merrill's flashcards)

Sexual orientation: Pansexual

Occupation(s):

Leader of the Veilguard

Skeleton Stepfather

Expert Navigator (sea, land, old dusty tomb, you name it)

Junior Dragon Hunter (Taash said they'll promote him when he makes it through one battle without being tossed like a ragdoll. Just one, old man.)

FAVORITE

Color: Gold, fittingly

Entertainment/Pastimes:

Card games

Causing Isabela's high blood pressure (so she said, but Zalan argued her drinking is the more likely culprit. She reminded him of the “Rivaini Noble Incident” and threatened to kick his ass from Rivain to Antiva... again.)

Smoking elfroot (He's been carrying the fate of Thedas on his back, he's got some achy joints)

Stargazing, especially when he's out on the sea

Drawing - his sketchbook is a mix of:

> Lords related things - Trap diagrams, rune decoders, rudimentary maps of buildings, dungeons, etc. with markers for security points, entrances/exits, and plenty of notes about the corresponding heists in the margins

> Bits of what he's seen on his travels - Flora and fauna, interesting statues, busy city streets

More recent pages show that he's branched out into portraits, quite a few of which are of a certain senior necromancer

Food: Oysters, banana bread, these apple pastries Lucanis made for the team once

Drink: A Rum Runner is his favorite, but he'll gravitate to any of those deceivingly tasty mixed drinks that are like 98% alcohol and a thimbleful of fruit juice

Books: He was never the biggest reader even when he was an apprentice. He's been known to kick back with a cheesy romance now and again, though

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Yes, he received a Circle education

Had sex: Yes. He found it an effective way to let off steam particularly on long expeditions, prior to working with Varric and leading the Veilguard. He and Isabela have slept together a few times over the years

Had sex in public: Semi public? He's no exhibitionist, but privacy is sometimes hard to come by (especially on a ship)

Gotten tattoos: Multiple

A frayed, broken rope around his neck to commemorate his freedom

A full sleeve on his right arm: a sword, a ship, abstract geometric shapes. He adds onto it with every successful job, and he'll likely finish the sleeve once life post-Gods settles down a bit. Maybe even start a new piece on his left arm

A diamond on his lower back that he got after getting sloshed and losing a game of Wicked Grace; he's made it more elaborate since then

Gotten piercings:

Two helix piercings in his left ear that he wears gold hoops in

Post-Veilguard he got Rook piercings in both ears as celebration. Really, how could he not? It was too perfect. He joked that it was named in honor of him (everyone groaned)

He wanted a vertical labret piercing at one time but witnessed another Lord get theirs ripped out in combat and that idea was instantly killed

A VCH piercing - a gold curved barbell with small opals set on either end

Gotten Scars: You don't exist in Thedas for as long as he has without acquiring at least a few. Magical mishaps, the years as a Tevinter galley slave, heists gone wrong, facing off against multiple Gods... They've all left their marks on his body and are a testament to the simple fact that he survived, despite everything. He's not one to boast about his scars but he's not ashamed of them either.

Had a broken heart: Yes, a few times. He's the type to fall hard and fast which hasn't worked out well for him in the past.

Outside of romance, he had a close relationship with his mother and was devastated when she was murdered. He wasn't in Rivain at the time and didn't hear about her death until months after it had happened. Losing her would’ve been painful regardless, but not being there in her last moments ate at him. It's been over a decade since then and while he's been able to work through a lot of his grief it's still a sore spot. Emmrich opening up about the deaths of his own parents gave him the push he needed to talk about his mother for the first time in years

Been in love: Goes hand in hand with previous, yes. A resounding yes now as he's devoted to Emmrich

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Absolutely. He's a tactile person in general and that's cranked up to 11 with a romantic partner

Scared easily: Not easily no, he's learned to choke down the feeling. In his line of work being jumpy or freezing up, even for a second, could cost him his life or his crewmates’

Jealous easily: When he was younger and more insecure, yes. Now not so much; he's confident in himself and his relationship

Trustworthy: For the most part? He's very reliable - which is something he prides himself on - and he'll keep your secrets, but he's not above a white lie. For the greater good, of course

He may also cheat at Wicked Grace but nobody's been able to prove it

FAMILY

Sibling(s): None that he's aware of though it's possible (and probable) that he has a half sibling somewhere

Parents: He doesn't know much about his father; he was a sailor from the Free Marches that Zalan's mother had a brief fling with

His mother was a Seer who ran a small shop in Llomerryn that sold amulets, charms, potions and the like to the many travelers who docked there. She was killed in 9:40 Dragon, when the Right of Annulment was invoked on the Dairsmuid Circle

Children: Manfred counts, yeah? Other than that... he's not completely against the idea of adopting but he has zero interest in having biological children, and he's past the point of that option anyhow

Pets: There's some cats that lounge around the Hilt that he feeds and loves on but he doesn't want a pet of his own

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The sorts of questions (more than one-desire, quick solution, essays, problem-fixing, and so forth.).

The weightage of different sections.

The duration of the exam.

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A properly-based look at plan ensures that you cover all subjects effectively without ultimate-minute cramming. Follow those steps to create an powerful plan:

Assess the syllabus: Break down the syllabus into potential sections.

Prioritize topics: Allocate greater time to hard or high-weightage topics.

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Include breaks: Allow time for rest to preserve productiveness.

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Gather all vital study materials, together with textbooks, elegance notes, reference books, and on line assets. Organize your substances in a way that makes revision less complicated:

Use coloration-coded notes for higher retention.

Summarize prolonged topics into key points.

Create flashcards for quick revision of essential standards.

Maintain a method sheet for topics like mathematics and physics.

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Different look at techniques paintings for specific individuals. Experiment with diverse methods to discover what fits you first-rate:

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Active Recall: Test your self rather than passively analyzing.

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Mind Mapping: Visualize principles to recognize connections higher.

Teach Someone Else: Explaining subjects to someone else allows enhance your expertise.

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Time your self to simulate exam conditions.

Review mistakes and understand the perfect method.

Identify susceptible areas and revise as a result.

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Follow a examine timetable to allocate appropriate time for each problem.

Set time limits for completing specific topics.

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Prioritize responsibilities based totally on significance and difficulty.

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Your physical and intellectual health play a great role in instructional overall performance:

Eat a balanced food regimen: Avoid junk food and consume brain-boosting ingredients like nuts, end result, and fish.

Exercise regularly: Physical pastime complements attention and decreases strain.

Get sufficient sleep: Aim for at least 7-8 hours of sleep to retain data effectively.

Stay hydrated: Drink lots of water to hold recognition.

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Long take a look at hours can be laborious, but staying stimulated is essential:

Reward yourself after completing a observe aim.

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Group look at can enhance learning and hold you inspired:

Discussing ideas with friends affords new views.

Teaching others reinforces your understanding.

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Watch educational films on YouTube.

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Join on line boards to talk about doubts with different students and experts.

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Review notes every day.

Allocate dedicated revision days earlier than the exam.

Focus on weak areas to enhance overall performance.

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Get a good night's sleep before the examination.

Eat a nutritious breakfast to maintain power degrees.

Arrive early to keep away from unnecessary stress.

Read the instructions carefully before answering questions.

Manage time wisely to complete all questions.

Review answers before filing the paper.