#and I know that hard stuff start from actually studying but still

[b1asho]

Ah yes, another comic. Layout? Still questionable. But this time it’s orange.

Some info relating to the things in this page+ a (rudimentary) transcript thing at the very bottom:

People go out to the Wreck for a variety reasons. Usually, dredgers are looking for valuable metals and technology, such as aluminum or computer chips. Some of the time, though, its for maintenance on their stuff and /or showing the newbies around.

The Rover (aka the Roach) is a lightweight craft meant to hover over debris rather than risk collapse by driving over it (Larger vehicles would need a special rail made of magnetic metal to follow along, but the Roach is a free floater. it does this using what I like to call the fuckass magnetic technology. No further explanation). It can seat several people in the back, which has a cover that can be pulled up or down for convenience. It also has a trailer attachment for when it needs to haul small loads (the ‘middle’ cabin is all computers and equipment, while the front bit has room for a driver and maybe one other person.) (the roof is supposed to be for the solar panels, but Rinshi exclusively sits up there because they don’t like sitting with other people in the back.)

“Noise” with a capital N is one of the ways RUU shows up in the environment in the SEZ. It’s basically just high concentrations of the particles in the air, sometimes to the point where you can see some visual distortion (hence the name, like tv static) or start to experience the effects of contact with whatever type of RUU is making up the Noise (aka you could get mild burns, shortness of breath from air molecules that have been pushed out of the way, microwaved, cut up, or just experience mild to severe mental confusion.) The area they’re in right now isn’t dangerous at all, the worst they could be dealing with is dust, but it’s procedure to check anyway. That’s actually what Rinshi is there for; mancers are able to sense and dispel Noise and other RUU phenomenon better than any machine (though there are artificial ways of doing this if you don’t want to pay some guy to open their weird little eyeball)

Also fun fact, much to the scandal of outsiders, the minimum age requirement for dredgers is 16. However, they obviously aren’t allowed to go anywhere deeper than the outer Wreck and usually don’t do anything besides helping to clean equipment or carry stuff to and from the agency. The low bar to entry is to help make it easier for xenos to get in (since they have different views on age stuff) and also to provide work experience for SEZ-born people who are almost guaranteed to stay in the SEZ forever, so might as well get to know the most popular profession early. Zoe is kinda in that boat, but mostly she's trying to study the plant life out there (and relate to her brother a bit)

"D$" is DRSS notes, which is the primary currency used in the SEZ.

Continuing on, a Construct is something that only flickers, anchors, and diamonds can make. It’s just RUU that the Conduit has made solid through an input command from their brain. Very fun, very useful, and also very difficult to maintain. If he tried hard enough, Riley could probably have reached out there, but that’s waaaay beyond the capabilities of a stage 2 (which he is pretending to be for his own reasons). Devin has his suspicions about this, and is also self-conscious about his relatively poor ability to make Constructs (he’s more into making robots, such as the unfortunate Spider Bot who fell down the stairs a few days prior).

Though there are cases where an agency can lay claim to a certain area of the SEZ for their own uses, most of the time they’re all picking over the same scrap heap, leading to a ton of competition and more than a little resentment between them. These guys are in agency 92, which has neighbors 91 and 93 who are both quite a bit more successful (and who like making fun of the dysfunctional weirdos who always end up at 92).

Rinshi can’t wear human-sized goggles because of their big tarsier eyeballs, and also won’t wear a mask because most of the time they’re can just keep dirt away with their mind powers (that’s what the distortion around their head when their eyeball is open is, btw) (they also don't like the way it feels like a muzzle and would rather avoid it)

Zoe and Devin both can't stand Rinshi (Rinshi doesn’t respect Devins authority and thinks he’s useless and therefore worthless, and dislikes Zoe for being shallow and 'fake'. Zoe does not take criticism well, and Devin doesn’t like their attitude and general aggression.) weirdly enough, Rinshi seems to be chill with Riley (probably because he’s enough of a conflict-avoiding people pleaser to stand being ordered around and snapped at)

Rinshis personality around people they don't respect or admire is in sharp contrast to how they act around Maro, their everything in the whole wide world . Any honorific like 'sir' that they'd use is done begrudgingly and only because they're trying to be the more polite and correct one.

Rinshi has also done WAY more life threatening things than this Willingly, which is why Devin is so adamant that they could totally do something like this.

SPS is the SEZ Positioning System, aka GPS for people who can’t use satellites. Due to the multi path nightmare from the landscape and the RUU interference in the atmosphere, the SEZ cannot be imaged using the few satellites in orbit. Instead, agencies use a more grounded system of rovers and receivers (“rovers” are either low altitude specially built drones or type 3s who’s whole job is to constantly send out coded signals about elevation, objects, etc to a receiver, which uses the data to map, track, etc) these networks are normally personalized to an agency, so their equipment and employees are very important to being able to survey the land they’re traveling and for the people behind the desk to help them navigate any of the frequent changes in terrain. Idk I’ll have to draw it later, that and a more detailed pic of the Roach.

CJ is the other manager at their agency who has a lot more experience and who people trust more lol.

Ok and here's what they're all saying: D is Devin, Z is Zoe, Ri is Rinshi, R is Riley

D: Jeez it's dusty out here. Masks and goggles, people. This better be where it's at..

Rinshi, how's the Noise out here?

Ri: Fine.

D: Keep it that way.

D: Bro... No way that's the receiver. You've gotta he kidding me.

Z: Ooh, isn't that the thing we're supposed to clean?

D: How the HELL did it get over there??!?

Z: Maybe 91 is messing with us again.

D: Fuck those guys.

R: I guess that's why this sector's blacked out...

D:Ghh Fuck me,dude, that thing's 1500D$!!This was supposed to be a training shift!!

Z: You're gonna get fiiiirrred

D: Riley, can't you grab it? You're good at Construct stuff.

R: (muffled)

D: What??

R: oh, uh, Yeah sure, I could try..

(Z in background): it *is* pretty far out there...

R: I say try because. Um. That's over a hundred feet out, I can't reach them that far while keeping them solid enough to touch things.. Constructs are tricky like that...

Basically they tend to do..that, when stretched out too far. Darn. Yeah. Sorry.

D: I'm aware of the concept.

Sighh. Of course. We need to get it before it falls and we lose imaging of this area. Do you thing one of us could climb out there?

Z: What about spider bot?

(R in background): *alternative ideas*

D: Spider bot doesn't have arms right now. And he's too small.

R (audible): I dunno... I could try?

D: I've seen you trip on flat ground. You'd definitely die.

R: I mean-with Constructs.. it's not like *you* could-

D: Shut up Riley.

R: Ok

D: We need some kind of tool. Either that or someone who's really light and agile.

... .........

Ri: ? ??? What.

D: Go get that thing.

Ri: tssk

No.

Ssssssir

D: I wasn't asking. You can walk out there, mance the receiver, and then bring it back. Simple enough for you to understand?

Ri: *wheeze* Excuse me, ssir, what p-part of my job description says that I jump onto sscaffolding to fetch things??

R(in background): Uh

R: Wait- D: The part where you do what I say because I'm the manager! I am not doing this today, you pretentious little-

R- Hey!

Hi. Um.. what he's trying to say is that it's really important that we get the receiver..

We can't just leave it here, it's really expensive equipment...and without it we can't use local SPS. CJ would need us to stay here so they coukd find where we are and bring the drone to get it, and that'd take hours...

And we'll I don't want to wait for that. But the three of us don't have a way to get it... So right now you're the best option for solving this problem.

So it'd be a big help if you could do that! Please :)

Ri: ...

Z: Come on guys, it's Rinshi. We just have to call CJ.

Ri:... Fine. Looks like I'm the only useful one here! As usual.

Cough Hgkk Kouf Hhh Idiots.

Z: Whyd they listen to You??

Ri: You're wwelcome.

R: thank you, Rinshi.

D: Go back to the Rover.

Z: huh.

[lususnatura]

❝ mm, i don't know. i have heard that it sounds unprofessional from a group of people from northern france once... but hey, when you take into account that parisian's in particular have a stereotype that they're all rude? its better to be incorrectly thought of as 'unprofessional' than mean in my opinion. but ahh, well, good to know you aren't making fun of me. i might've had to elbow you to teach you a lesson about insulting me otherwise, ❞ blamore let out a sound that you might hear from a cartoon of a collison happening as he jokingly poked her ribs with his elbow, furthering his point. the creature tilted his head at the mention of her being generalized as 'hard and tough' then.

❝ huh. well, if it makes you feel any better, whenever i first heard your accent; i didn't think either of those things. i just thought that it was cool that i finally got to meet someone who didn't have the same old gothammite accent as everyone else here, ❞ it let its eyes become half-lidded as it let out a sound that was almost the equivalent of a cats purr at the feeling of harley's fingers stroking its hand. its lips shaped into an 'o' whenever the other confirmed that it was for sure capable of distracting her, ❝ i see, i see. i'm sorry about that. i missed you too, though. and i would say i'd stop distracting you but then that'd be a lie. i really do like having your attention, harley. ❞

the creature reached a clawed finger out to 'boop' the other's nose playfully then before it clasped its hands together to the side of itself. blamore blushed slightly at how eager harley seemed to be to point out the fact that it was a bit ridiculous to employ a dog to find the truffles, but hey, the money that he'd be getting for them made it all worth it in his mind. so it merely let out a small scoff at her statement about not telling her before chuckling softly, ❝ well, its not like borrowing this dog was a super exciting occasion or anything. just an 'out of the ordinary' one. so, i didn't think that you would want to join me on this truffle hunt i went on. and no... it wasn't a basset hound. i borrowed an english setter, just to get the record straight. ❞

blamore could only cross its arms over its chest whilst it felt its face getting even more pink only for it to look away from harley for a moment. at the mention of his lover having a quote unquote 'very odd wet dream,' it rose an eyebrow before letting out a long 'okay' to confirm it would be putting on its so-called shrink cap. the thing about dreams, though, is that even to professionals like psychologists who had studied sleep; dreams were still challenging to figure out the purpose and meaning of. therefore, harley would most likely be getting a subjective answer based on his own schooling, blamore thought.

but after harley accepted the white ones, it uttered a soft 'yes' to himself because maybe it actually did have a little bit of a preference for the pink ones, after all. and blamore got them! the plant hybrid took off the lacey white shorts he wore soon enough and hiked up the pajama bottoms up over his boxers. though doing so did give harley a little peek of the coleus leaves that started at his hips and descended all the way down to his v-line, which was out of sight. ❝ got it. your dream was totally different from me gifting you these pants, even though it might've been cool if you predicted this ahead of time. and thank you... i saw them in the window display of a store at the mall after getting some new body oil as well as some other stuff at a makeup store. i think you might be able to smell it now, in fact. ❞

after it leaned one of its arms towards the direction of harley's nose, a sweet smell like honey could be smelt coming off of it. the oil it had gotten had also given his skin more of a glow, which it was thankful for, and made it softer. blamore let his head full of bountiful curls rest on harley's lap afterward as he listened to her description about her wet dream. a delighted, albeit slightly flustered smile spread across its lips once more at the comment harley made about it being the 'prettiest thing she ever saw' as it flipped over to look at the other directly (with its head still in her lap). ❝ mm, well, i'm very flattered that you are still oh-so-very attracted to me while we're past the honeymoon stage in our relationship. because i am too. but psychologically, i hate to say it, but a lot of wet dreams don't really have much of a deeper meaning.

its the release of hormones from the hypothalamus, or the part of the brain that regulates hormones, that usually just cause it. but having a wet dream about your partner in particular could mean that you may feel a desire for deeper intimacy with them. or, you just have a strong emotional and physical bond with them. ❞ blamore sat up then before making its way over to her lap to sit in it. he let out a half-suppressed chuckle at her saying that's why she wasn't sure about getting ready together, before he gently cupped one of her cheeks. ❝ you mean because you're afraid you might be tempted to ask me to take you right there to put it in slightly scandalous terms? well, i have to say, you just talking about it has gotten me a bit in the mood. ❞

blamore's eyes darted between harley's left and right before he pressed a gentle kiss to the other's lips. he lingered near them afterwards, whispering to them, ❝ so maybe we should change in separate rooms then regroup to do makeup together... or something of that nature. i'm just curious, was it simply feeling the warmth of my throat and my positioning that turned you on, or that you were on top of me — thus the 'dominant' one? or maybe both? ❞

" I don't unda'stand why they would make fun. I honestly really like yer' accent. I feel bad that I wasn't taught French in that manner, I sound more Northern... but I love the expressiveness... especially if you Ooooh.. can hear it half way through the greenhouse. There are only a few words that make me giggle... it's not me making fun.. it's more... I find really cute. As fa' me... I think people assume I'm not smart when I talk... or that I'm really hard and tough, and so they treat me like crap as though I should be use ta' it."

Her fingers gently stroked along Balmore's knuckles. His hand though larger than hers seemed thin and well used. Delicate like a musicians and yet strong from past experience as a gymnist to the hours he took to tend the greenhouse. A slight flinch brought her eyes back to his as he mentioned getting ready together, and Harley winced trying to come clean about what was on her mind, but not sound weird. "It's... ehhh.... I may have missed you this week and you are ... a distraction..," Harley flushed.

Thankfully when the subject was changed and Balmore mentioned a dog, Harley gasped. "'En you didn't tell me... oh my ... was it like a basset hound? Cause... seriously that woulda' made me laugh to no end. I almost wish I had crept up here sooner."

Just as she thought that she had by passed the odd things running through her mind Balmore had to blurt out sex. Turning red she hid her face with her hands and laughed. " Yeah and Nahhh.. I jus' it was an odd very wet dream 'en it's..yer' gonna need yer' um... shrink cap ta' help me on this one."

As though on que Balmore sprang up, as though there was an actual cap of sorts. What seemed odder was he mentioned a gift. Giggling at his happiness she smiled as he came back in with a pair of pj bottoms. "These are adorable.. Not much difference is there? Mmm.. you take whicheva' one think yer' tail won't bother you in. Doesn't matter I can wear either one. I'll even put it on now... AND No that was not ... it was not the dream."

Pulling off her pants she slid into the white pair before pulling Balmore back by his forearms to cuddle with her. " SOooo... I was workin' on routing opium inta' the city ... and it was borin'.... so I turned on one of tha' drama history based shows fa' background noise... Next thing I know I am... thinking of you lettin' me lay on you half naked while painting a strip of gold down yer' bottom lip to yer' chin. Ya' were freshly clean 'en we accented yer' natural curls wit' glitter. 'En you were tha' prettiest thing I eva' saw... and I wanted you soo bad, THEN my annoying ass intercom buzzed and I was shaking so yeahhhhhhhhh... ughh.. getting ready... Ughh not sure. "

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

Arthur repeals the magic ban! Yay! Druids, Catha, and all others come to Camelot to live peacefully under the reign of the Once And Future King! Yay! The Golden Age is starting! Yay! Merlin still hasn’t told Arthur about magic! …He’s just waiting for the right time. Things have just happened so fast and he just doesn’t know how to bring it all up.

Well, as Arthur and the rest of Camelot get more comfortable with magic, Arthur makes a decision. He’s tried teaching Merlin every type of weapon out there, and he’s hopeless with every one of them. But, Merlin still insists on coming with him on dangerous quests. So, Arthur decides to have Merlin try his hand at magic so he has some sort of self defense.

Merlin: ...You want me to what?

Arthur: I know! I know, Merlin! Magic can be dangerous! But I found a wonderful teacher for you. Say hello, Wallace.

Wallace: Hello

Arthur: He's perfectly trustworthy! And, it'll all be perfectly safe!

Merlin: Arthur, there's something you need to know. About me and magic--

Arthur: I know what you're going to say, Merlin, and--

Merlin: I really don't think you know--

Arthur: --please, for me, just try this. I know you don't really like magic. But please, Merlin. And, you know, even if you're crap at it--which you likely are like everything else--you could probably at least get your eyes to do the gold thing. That'll probably scare off some people from hurting you. Like a rattle snake.

Merlin: Arthur, really, you need to listen to me--

Arthur: I'll even do it with you!

Merlin: Arthur, really...Wait what?

Arthur: I'll do it with you! To show you how not dangerous it is! You have no reason to be scared of learning it, Merlin. It'll be easy.

Merlin: ...You're going to try to learn magic?

Arthur: Yes. How hard could it be. You're going to learn it.

Merlin, crossing his arms: Okay, then. I'd like to see this. Let's see you do magic, Once And Future Prat, Mr. Magic King

Arthur, smug at getting Merlin to agree: Good. Our first lesson starts now.

They both look to Wallace. Arthur happy, Merlin raising a judgmental eyebrow. Wallace starts with the history of magic and the theories behind using it. They don't get to the actually magic using part of the lesson day. Wallace does give them both some texts to study.

Their next lesson does get to the magic part.

Wallace: You want to really feel into the magic of the world around you. Feel the earth. Feel the connection you have to that earth. Feel the power that runs through it.

Merlin's enjoying it, letting the magic wash over him, and also peeking at Arthur who seems to be struggling with it. When asked, Merlin says he doesn't feel anything either. He wants to keep watching Arthur struggle.

Their next lesson, Wallace tries to teach them some basic spells. Lighting a candle. Moving a small object. Merlin laughs at all of Arthur's attempts.

Arthur: Well let's see you do better, Merlin!

Merlin just keeps laughing.

Their lessons keep getting interrupted by this or that. Merlin also has a very busy job. One would think that he'd have less work now that magic was legalized, but no. Now he just has more magic beasts roaming the lands, and people freaking out and attacking those magic beasts, leading to fights and stuff. He's always having to slip away to resolve the matter. He has gotten very good at calming dangerous magic beasts and relocating them. But, relocating takes longer than just killing, so he's still just as busy and gone just as much as he was when dealing with vengeful sorcerers.

Every single start of magic lesson:

Wallace: Did you do the homework I assigned?

Arthur, proud: Yes, I did. I did all the reading, but I did have some trouble with the spellwork.

Merlin, who was up all night settling a griffin family into a new nest on a tall mountain: Uh. No. Didn't have time.

Arthur: Merlin, this is your lesson!

Eventually, Merlin has his fill of watching Arthur struggling with magic, and decides that this time is better spent doing other things. So, during one of the lesson, when Wallace tells them to make the flower bloom, without looking up from the report he's going over, he waves his hand and his pot explodes with the force of plants that grow out of it instantly.

Wallace: ...

Arthur: ...

[rin-may-1103]

Delilah's language (part two)

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"Tomorrow?" Danny repeated, glad he had set his cup down.

Mr. Wayne smiled, relieved Danny hadn't completely brushed him off. "yes, it's tomorrow. Damian, my son, is a huge conservationist. he gets it from his mother."

Danny blinked but before he could cut in, Mr. Wayne continued, "Oh! not that I don't care about the environment and stuff, it's just-"

"I get it," Danny reassured. he did not want to get stuck listening to Mr. Wayne try and fail to 'fix' his self-perceived mistake. "but I still don't really understand why you want me there..."

like sure, the kid's a fan of Danny or whatever (he was still trying to wrap his mind around that one.) but would the kid actually want Danny at his party? wouldn't that be like... he didn't know, weird? to just have this random guy from Illinois show up?

"Right!" Mr. Wayne coughed, scratching his face in embarrassment. "once Damian learned that the purple back gorillas would be in Gotham, I suggested we have his birthday party at the zoo. He told me he wanted to know everything he could about their species. so, I invited all the scientists working with the gorillas to the party so he could talk to them."

Danny nodded in understanding when Mr. Wayne glanced at him, even if Danny thought that that was the most fruitloop way he could have gone about it. then again, Danny's pretty sure all billionaires were fruit loops...

"He started digging into their history once he learned about them, and after some digging, he discovered that you basically saved their species. He has declared that he must meet you at all costs. something about needing to know their language?" Mr. Wayne trailed off, looking at Danny as if to see if he knew what his son meant.

If the kid was looking to Danny so he could learn the language then that meant he read the same paper Danny had. the scientists that had dedicated themselves to studying Delilah had printed one claiming that the purpleback Gorilla language was apparently hard to learn. (Even if Danny had been able to understand it pretty easily and told them so.)

they had listed Danny as the only person fluent in it so far, which now that Danny thought about it was kinda rude. they hadn't asked to put his name in there and now look at him! being visited by Fruitloops looking for him to be at their son's birthday parties.

anyways.

so, if the kid, Damian, read the same paper, he must have concluded it would be easier to learn the language from someone who was already 'fluent' than try and teach himself. (something Danny can't blame the kid for, but still.)

"KIDS!" Dad's voice bellowed from downstairs making Mr. Wayne startle and turn to glance down the hall. "IT WORKS! IT WORKS!"

...

"so, when do we need to leave?" Danny asked, all previous paranoia and reservations thrown out the window.

mr. Wayne slowly turned back, his brows furrowed in confusion. "we, uh, we'd have to leave in," he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening a little, "an hour. I have to leave in an hour."

mr. Wayne then frowned as he looked back up at Danny, "I just need your parent's permission and you can come with me now, or I can arrange for another flight for you later tonight or early tomorrow?'

danny did not want to find out how they were going to test their new machine, so, he turned and cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted, "HEY MA! CAN I GO WITH MR. WAYNE TO HIS KID'S BIRTHDAY PARTY?!"

it was silent for a second before she shouted back, "SURE! JUST BE BACK BEFORE WE LEAVE FOR OUR TRIP!"

oh, right. his parents had a trip planned for their anniversary. something about a huge ghost or demon trap in Wyoming they wanted to investigate.

"YOU'RE LEAVING TOMORROW THOUGH!" Danny shouted back, "DAMIAN'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! I CAN'T GO IF I WANT TO BE BACK IN TIME!"

"OH! UH, THEN JUST BE SAFE! TAKE YOUR BLASTERS WITH YOU!"

Danny blinked, then shrugged. He could do that. turning back he found Mr. Wayne staring at the floor, his brows raised and furrowed in concerned confusion. Danny didn't know someone could make a face like that, but seeing as Mom had finally gotten Mr. Lancer to curse in front of him last year, it wasn't that surprising.

"let me pack my bag and then we can get going," Danny announced, standing up and grabbing his cup from the table, silently offering to take Mr. Wayne's as well. the man handed him his full cup and watched as Danny walked away.

well, at least Danny had already told the other ghosts to leave him alone for the rest of the week. they shouldn't get into too much trouble while he's gone. speaking of trouble, Mr. Wayne lived in Gotham, a place riddled with crime and violence.

dupping the cups into the sink, Danny turned and rushed up the stairs. unplugging his phone, Danny sent Sam and Tucker a text to let them know he wouldn't be in amity for the rest of today and tomorrow. he also let them know he'd keep them updated.

once done with that, Danny turned to his closet and rummaged around until he found his old backpack. pulling it out, he dumped the contents onto his desk and made quick work of packing his essentials. Clothes, phone chargers, and ectoplasm in case of emergencies. Mr. Wayne said he'd pay for the travel fair and hotel expenses, so Danny only needed to worry about food.

glancing in the mirror, Danny finally noticed he was still dressed in his pj's. he took a second to debate whether he really cared enough to get dressed properly or not before shrugging. Mr. Wayne's already seen him in them and they're comfy, no point in changing.

zipping up his bag, Danny tossed it over his shoulder and quickly ran downstairs. Mr. Wayne was walking around the room, studying a few of the leftover project pieces that his parents had left lying around. man, Jazz was going to be so annoyed once she learned they hadn't been picking up after themselves. again.

"Alright, Mr. Wayne. I'm ready when you are." Danny greeted, stepping into the room. the man turned to look at him, a strained smile on his face, "Just Bruce is fine."

"Alright, mr. bruce then." Danny agreed, gesturing for the man to start making his way to the door.

mr. Bruce heaved a sigh, shook his head in resignation, and turned to walk out the door. digging his keys out of his pocket, Danny turned to shout into the house one more time, "BYE MA, DAD! I'M LEAVING! HAVE FUN ON YOUR TRIP!"

not waiting for a response, he closed the door and locked it. turning around, he found Mr. Bruce studying him. lifting his brow in confusion, Danny started making his way down the steps and over to Mr. Bruce's fancy car. why the man had a fancy car when he said he'd be flying Danny didn't know, but he's pretty sure it has something to do with image or something.

Vlad did the same thing after all.

Next

[lanf1an]

DREAMS lando norris pt.1 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 wordcount: 1378

Flo's voice filled the room as she scrolled through her phone, her excitement palpable.

"I'm telling you, this is perfect for you," Flo said, thrusting her phone in your direction.

You squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the email she was showing you. "A job at Quadrant? Flo, I’m studying fashion design, not... whatever that is."

Flo looked up, her brows furrowed as if you’d just said something ridiculous. "What do you mean? It can be. Look at Tommy Hilfiger. Or Lewis Hamilton—his fashion work, hosting the Met Gala, working with big brands. F1’s bigger than you think, and it’s not just about cars."

"Haha, Flo, what are you talking about?" you said, shaking your head at the idea. "F1 is not really the place I want to be for my fashion stuff."

You paused, realizing you hadn’t really thought about it like that before. You’d never paid much attention to Formula 1, aside from the occasional updates Flo gave you about Lando. It had been years since you'd spent any real time with him. As kids, you'd catch fleeting glimpses of each other whenever he wasn’t off karting or, later, racing. But you knew Lewis Hamilton. He had enormous influence. He’d collaborated with brands you admired and pushed boundaries in the fashion world.

"Maybe not," Flo said, leaning forward with a knowing grin. "But there could be great opportunities"

"And trust me, Quadrant desperately needs someone like you. You’ve seen their merch, right? It’s..." She continued.

"Basic?" you offered, arching an eyebrow, Flo had already showed you the designs before in an attempt for you to improve them.

"Exactly! They’re looking for someone to revamp their designs. You’re always talking about how things could be better.''

You sipped your coffee, considering her words. It wasn’t your dream job, but the thought of improving a brand and the opportunities that came with it was oddly tempting.

"Fine," you said, setting your mug down. "I’ll think about it."

Flo grinned like she'd won the lottery. "You’ll kill it. Trust me."

-

The buzz around Quadrant’s new merch started slowly but picked up pace when a few photos of Lando wearing your designs at the paddock made their way online. Suddenly, it wasn’t just fans buying hoodies and tees, people in the fashion and sports world were taking notice, and journalists started to make comparisons you weren’t sure anyone expected.

“Is Lando Norris the next Lewis Hamilton?” one article headline read.

Another went deeper: “From driver to brand icon: How Lando Norris and Quadrant are reshaping athlete influence.”

It had been surreal to watch the shift, you had worked hard. Max had been supportive from the start, seeing the vision. Keegan had actually become a reliable creative partner, having similar styles and taste. Lando had been the same as when you were kids, you had barely seen him, too busy racing, handling his CEO duties from afar.

And now, after months of hard work, it was all leading to something bigger.

-

The first time at the paddock was overwhelming. The heat, the constant movement, the blur of media, mechanics, and drivers navigating their way through the chaos—it was a world you still didn’t quite belong to. Even though it did bid a uncanny resemblance to the chaos of the fashion world, which intrigued you.

You watched as the photographers snapped pictures of Lando and the team in their latest Quadrant pieces. The collection had taken months to finalize, and the response had been overwhelming—more press than usual, more attention, more recognition.

“You’re the one behind all this, aren’t you?”

You turned at the voice, surprised to find yourself face to face with Lewis Hamilton. He was dressed effortlessly, a silk LV shirt under an unbuttoned suit vest, sunglasses perched on his nose.

You blinked. “I—uh. Sorry?”

Lewis smiled knowingly. “The Quadrant collection. It’s you.”

You hesitated. “I mean… it’s a team effort.”

“Sure,” he said, his grin widening. “But I know talent when I see it.”

Her stomach flipped. Compliments were one thing, but this—coming from him—felt different.

“I’ve been following your work,” Lewis continued, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You’ve got a fresh perspective. Louis Vuitton is partnering with F1. They want to bring in new talent, I tipped you.” Your breath caught. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

You stared at him, waiting for the catch, but there wasn’t one. He was just… offering this. Just like that.

“I—” You glanced over at the Quadrant shoot, where Lando was laughing with the guys, completely unaware of the conversation happening across the paddock. “Thank you so much.”

Lewis smiled. “You’ll be hearing from them soon. Excited to work together.”

And with that, he was gone, disappearing into the paddock like he hadn’t just cracked your entire world open in a two-minute conversation. Flo had turned to be right after all.

-

Louis Vuitton had officially announced their F1 partnership, and with it, their campaign featuring a select group of drivers. The second she saw Lando’s name on the list, you knew there was no avoiding it. You hadn’t expected it, even though it made sense after Quadrant’s succes and having already worked together. Still, you hadn’t expected to be working with him again, especially not like this. He hadn't shown too much emotion when you left Quadrant, but you knew he wasn't happy about it.

Now, standing in the Louis Vuitton studio, flipping through the fitting schedule, you could feel his glare when the door opened before looking up.

"From Quadrant to Louis V," Lando mused, his voice light but edged with something unreadable. "Look at us."

You finally glanced up. He walked around inspecting the room, sunglasses perched on his head, fingers brushing against the fabric of a tailored jacket. His expression was casual, like he wasn’t really thinking about what he’d just said. Like it was just an observation.

You gave a small shrug. "Who would've thought."

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he turned toward the fitting area. "Thought you could get rid of me, huh?"

“Alright, first look,” you said, flipping through your notes without looking up.

Lando sighed dramatically. “Do I really need to try all of these on?”

You shot him a look. “Unless you suddenly developed a sense of style overnight, yes.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, grabbing the set from the rack.

You turned you back as he changed, focusing on adjusting the pins on one of the outfits. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in a fitting with Lando, but this was different. The Louis Vuitton studio was quieter than Quadrant HQ, the lighting softer, there was no Max, no Keegan, no distractions.

“Okay,” Lando said, stepping forward. “What do you think?”

You turned—and fuck.

The suit fit him unfairly well. The sharp tailoring, the way the fabric moved with him—it was annoyingly perfect. Which meant you had done a great job.

You forced yourself to be professional, stepping closer to fix his collar. “Hold still.”

Lando stayed quiet as you smoothed the lapels, fingers brushing against his chest. The silence felt thick, aware of how close you were.

“Looks good,” you said, voice even. “But the pants need adjusting.”

You knelt down, reaching for the hem.

You could feel his eyes on you as you adjusted the fabric, fingers skimming his ankle, making sure the length was right. You refused to look up, but you could hear him breathe in, then exhale slowly.

“Comfortable down there?” he asked, voice casual, but you could hear his smirk.

You rolled your eyes, unable for him to see. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Lando huffed out a laugh, but when you did glance up—just for a second—his jaw was tight. Like he was the one struggling.

You stood, smoothing out the jacket. “Alright,” you said, stepping back, regaining distance. “I think we’re done here.”

Lando tilted his head. “You sure? Thought you liked bossing me around now.”

You smirked. “If I really wanted to boss you around, Lando, you’d know it.”

He blinked, caught off guard for just a second.

Then he grinned. “Noted.”

WN: new storyyyy wooooop, literally already had this fashion job at quadrant in my drafts and then the LV partnership was announced i had to implement that and post it

[nekonaps0]

I absolutely loved both of the series with excuse me sir, and you're naughty. Could you possibly write an obey me version, sorry if its too much just noticed the fandom in your masterlist.

Sinfully naughty

✦characters: demon brothers

✦gn!reader

✦dirty jokes

✦their partner suddenly cracked a naughty, suggestive joke

Lucifer

"Are you a punishment? Because I’ve been very bad and I’d love to be disciplined… hard."


Lucifer arches an eyebrow, his usual composed expression shifting into one of amusement mixed with dangerous interest. He sets down his book slowly, turns his full attention to you, and walks over with deliberate, slow steps.

"Oh? That’s quite bold of you, saying something like that so casually. I suppose you’re testing me... But if you're asking for discipline, I do hope you're ready to take full responsibility for that mouth of yours."

He smirks, brushing a strand of your hair aside with one gloved finger.

"Let’s see how long you can maintain that cheeky attitude once I start."

You are cooked…

Mammon

"You must be a magician, 'cause every time you’re around, your clothes disappear... in my head."


Mammon immediately turns red, his hands flying up in defense.

"H-Hey! W-What kind of joke is that?! Are ya tryin' to kill me with embarrassment?!"

He stammers, flustered and blushing, glancing around as if someone else heard you. But then, a cocky grin starts forming despite himself.

"Tch, I mean... I can't blame ya for imaginin' me like that, though. I am the Great Mammon, after all. B-But next time, maybe warn me before droppin’ bombs like that, alright?!"

He nervously tapping his feet on the ground, clearly affected more than he wants to admit.

Leviathan

"You’re like an ultra-rare item drop... 'cause I’ve been grinding all day, and now I just wanna play with you."


Levi chokes on his soda and nearly drops his console.

"Wha—?! E-EHHH?! D-Don’t say stuff like that out of nowhere! I—I’m not emotionally prepared for that kind of side quest!"

His face goes cherry red and he covers his mouth, clearly overloaded.

"I-I mean… i-if this were a dating sim, that'd definitely be a secret route! A very NSFW one... N-Not that I’m complaining! I just—uh—h-how do you even say something like that so casually?!"

He fidgets with his console and mumbles something under his breath what more like whining.

Satan

"Are you a forbidden book? Because I want to spend all night exploring your dark secrets."


Satan closes his current novel and gives you an amused smirk, his green eyes glinting mischievously.

"How delightfully wicked. I didn’t expect such a provocative line from you. And you delivered it so... naturally."

He leans closer, resting his elbow on the back of the couch, studying you like a puzzle he’s eager to solve.

"I suppose I could be your ‘forbidden book’ tonight ,though I must warn you, the content is... intense, and once you start, you won't want to stop reading."

He winks, brushing your hand with his fingertips.

Asmodeus

"Are you lube? Because everything goes smoother when you’re around me and everything slips in so easily..."


Asmo gasps, putting a hand dramatically over his heart.

"Oh my! That was positively naughty! I love it!"

He bursts into giggles, already leaning into you with a flirty glimmer in his eyes.

"I didn’t know you had it in you, darling! That’s spicy, clever, and a huge turn-on. Say more things like that and I might just lose control and drag you straight to the bedroom."

He winks, pulling out his D.D.D.

"Hold still, I must record your voice saying that so I can loop it tonight~!"

Beelzebub

"You’re like my favorite dessert, sweet, irresistible, and I want to devour you after every meal."


Beel pauses mid-bite, blinking at you with wide eyes. It takes a second for the joke to sink in... and then he blushes.

"Oh... wow. That was... unexpected."

He chuckles a bit, looking both flustered and deeply intrigued.

"I thought you were talking about actual dessert at first... but now I can’t stop thinking about you like that either. And honestly... I wouldn't mind making you my dessert tonight..."

He licks a bit of frosting off his finger ,very pointedly and gives you a shy but hungry smile.

Belphegor

"You’re like my pillow, soft, comforting, and I wanna be on top of you every night."


Belphie opens one eye from his nap, smirks, and slowly stretches.

"Mmm... that’s surprisingly bold for you. Trying to get me worked up before a nap? Naughty."

He yawns, but it’s clearly an act, he smiles and eyes shining with amusement.

"You keep talking like that and I won’t be able to sleep… though I might find a better way to get us tired and knock us out."

He pulls you down beside him, draping an arm lazily over your waist.

"Keep making jokes like that, and I’ll start taking them as invitations."

..............................................................................................................................

Oh yeah baby! I can finally post Obey Me stuff as well! And yeees everything what’s on my master list are gonna come soon (I jusy got a lot of twst request)

[rayfishandchips]

Prowl in his dream, from Transformers: Sins of the Wreckers

May I suggest how beautiful this design is. More flowy less chunky but still pointy, I especially like the design for the shoulder part.

Potential spoiler under cut.

Ok actually. Prowler. Oh my.

Tarantulas trapped Prowl by giving him a dream to sedate him. This dream is where Optimus listens to Prowl and follows his plans and understands him, where they successfully build peace and stability. It's where Optimus supports him and tell him it's hard being the ones that know stuff.

idw Prowl may be morally grey but he's one hell of an interesting character. Starting to understand Prowl enjoyers now, I want to trap him in a jar and study this creature.

His dream is on being understood and supported. Do the strategist ever feel lonely too?

I'll see myself out.

[bloomzone]

2025 : #11 - 6% Mentality : why u are holding urself back ?

✒️..It’s January . You’re all fired up about your New Year’s resolutions, right? “This is my year,” u say. “I’ll lose the weight, make the money, start the business, crush my goals.” But BFR : By the time February rolls around, you’re back to your old habits. Your gym membership is collecting dust, that diet is long gone, and that academic cb idea is still just a thought in your head. You’ve been here before iiikr

🏷️[ inspiration: dr.Michelle Robbins refers to her study of 1,000 people, showing that 94% gave up on their resolutions by February but how the 6% managed to succeed ?]

So 94% of people will abandon their goals before they even get started. Let me repeat that 94%. The odds are stacked against you, but there’s a small group—just 6%—who will do the work, face the grind, and get what they want. What separates them from the rest? They know the truth, and they do it even when they don’t feel like it.

Let me give u truth. If you want to be part of the 6%, you need to change how you think, act, and approach your goals. u need to stop being weak.

ONE take charge or shut up.

Your brain is not your friend. It’s a coward. Your brain wants comfort, safety, and the easy way out. Every time you try to do something hard—like losing weight, hitting the gym, or getting out of debt—your brain will whisper, “You deserve a break. Skip the gym. You’ll start tomorrow. One donut won’t hurt.”The reality is that tomorrow never comes. And if you keep listening to your brain, you'll never see any change. The 6%? They don’t listen to their excuses. They take charge. They override their feelings. They don’t give a damn about comfort or instant gratification—they’re thinking about where they want to be a year from now.

You need to make a choice: Are you going to let your feelings control you? Or are you going to start controlling your feelings? Take charge. You don’t want it bad enough if you keep letting your brain win.

Two get specific or quit.

Enough with the vague promises. “I’ll work out more.” “I’ll eat healthier.” Bullshit. That’s not a goal—that’s a wish. You might as well wish on a star and hope things magically change.The 6% know that vague goals don���t work. They get specific. Instead of saying, “I’ll lose weight,” they say, “I’ll eat 1,800 calories a day and hit the gym for 30 minutes every morning at 7 AM.” Instead of saying, “I want to be a high achiever,” they say, “I’ll study 2h and rest for 30 min until I get it” ..Your brain loves specifics. It’s easy to stay motivated when you know exactly what to do. But when you’re vague, you have no idea where you’re going, and no one gets anywhere with no direction.

You need to stop with the “I’ll try” and start with “I will.” If you can’t commit to specifics, then stop whining about why things aren’t working. You get what you decide to get, not what you wish for.

Three focus on the 10

You’re busy. I get it. WE ARE IN A SOCIETY WHERE EVERYONE IS BUSY..You’ve got a million things on your to-do list. But guess what? Most of that stuff doesn’t matter. You’re wasting time on things that don’t move the needle. “Check emails. Scroll Instagram. Clean your room.” Sure, they make you feel productive, but they don’t move you closer to your goals.You need to stop being busy and start being effective. The 6% know how to focus. They don’t waste time on trivial shit. They get to work on the 10s—the things that actually matter. If your goal is to get in shape, that means working out. It doesn’t mean cleaning your kitchen or sending one more email. If your goal is for example become an academic weapon is not watching how to study for exam in the last night ..

Get real with yourself pookie Stop pretending you’re busy. Look at your list. What’s the ONE thing that moves you closer to your goal? Do that first. The rest? It can wait. If it’s not a 10, don’t waste your time on it.

Forth small steps big results.

Let’s not sugarcoat this: If you want to succeed, you have to make sacrifices. There’s no shortcut. But the thing most people don’t get that You don’t need to change everything at once. You don’t need to completely overhaul your life. Start small.Take one step at a time. If you’re trying to lose weight, drink one glass of water before every meal. That’s it. But don’t stop there. Once that becomes easy, add something else: Maybe you walk 10 minutes every day. Or swap out soda for water.

The 6% get it: Small actions snowball. They build momentum. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to show up consistently.

The Challenge: 30 Days of Realness.

Pick one goal. ONE. And commit to it for the next 30 days. No excuses. Write it down. Be specific. Take charge. Get rid of all the distractions and focus on what matters. Every single day, make progress—even if it’s just a little.But if you’re not serious about this, don’t bother. If you’re not willing to do what it takes—if you’re too busy making excuses—then stop pretending you want to change. The 6% don’t have time for excuses. They do the work, even when it’s hard, even when they don’t feel like it.believe in urself and be disciplined !!

So, get off your ass, stop whining, and start doing. Because if you keep playing the same game, you’re going to keep getting the same results. But if you’re ready to be part of the 6%? You better bring your A-game. And you better be real with yourself.

@bloomzone 📇

[modanisgf]

— RUN FOR THE HILLS , HANNI PHAM

"NEVER GONNA EVER BE MORE THAN JUST SOMETHING THAT'S FUCKING ME UP."

in which your classmate and rival hanni hates your guts, the feeling being mutual up until she truly got to know you. now, she couldn't get enough of her pretty rival.

☆ PAIRING(S) : top student!hanni x fem!reader

☆ WARNING(S) : brief touches on parental issues, profanity, mentions of drinking/alcohol, uhhh rushed ending im #tired

☆ GENRE(S) : enemies to lovers, academic rivals, wuh luh wuh, taller reader i fear.., highschool au

header by @uzmacchiato!

hanni groaned at the smirk y/n wore in front of her, the way she looked down at her making her even more annoyed.

“thought you were good at science pham?”y/n says, crossing her arms against her chest.

the taller girl had to suppress her laughter when she saw the way hanni reacted. it looked like her head was going to fall off at any moment now the anger getting to her.

“you do know it’s a five point difference?” hanni responds. the girl began to pack her stuff up in order to get away from y/n as fast as possible.

“mm, still a difference though yeah?” y/n teases, giggling at the way hanni shoved her lightly in annoyance.

“keep talking when we get our calc test scores tomorrow.” hanni says, looking up at y/n.

“we’ll see how big the difference is then.” she says, walking away leaving her rival to roll her eyes.

for as long as y/n has been in highschool, hanni pham had been her enemy. realistically there was no insane bad blood. but since the two had always been the top students, tensions rose and neither of them had spoken to each other normally. it was always a fight.

y/n’s favorite thing to do was keep a condescending and sarcastic tone with hanni, always commenting on anything she could that had to with her. the angry look in her eyes making y/n’s day each time.

y/n’s friends (specifically jongseob and haewon) thought she was insane for this, but in her defense the hatred was mutual. hanni had started it actually, the day they had met and it never failed to leave y/n’s mind.

it was the first day of freshman year, hanni was sat next to y/n in their first class of the day so y/n decided to spark up conversation.

she greeted her and it went well all up until the class got their first assessment. y/n would like to think you were friends for that first week— but she knew that wasn’t true. hanni would give you blank stares in the hallways whenever y/n waved at her, it was almost as if she was ashamed of her.

the first assessment was nothing but a competition for y/n and hanni, the shorter girl hearing of your top student status at your old school. she wanted to make sure that she was above you.

much to y/n’s demise, hanni ended up getting a perfect score while on the other hand y/n only got a ninety-five. hanni made it her mission to make sure y/n knew she did better, the girl's voice haunting y/n as the days went on.

“thought you were a top student.”

“maybe you should read the book more.”

“do you even study at all?”

hanni’s words stuck with y/n. that’s when she knew she wanted revenge, already making a plan. y/n told this plan to jongseob and haewon at lunch that day, "i'm canceling every hangout i have until the next algebra test."

"what?" haewon says, she was so confused.

"i have to study and get a perfect score to beat hanni, she beat me in the first one." y/n states without a second thought, taking a bite of her sandwich like it was nothing.

"are you insane? you're gonna isolate yourself to do math..?" jongseob says in disgust.

"top students don't have time for nonsense,” y/n replies, shrugging. it was something her mom had said to her, and looking back on it now she felt stupid. but young y/n would always listen to her.

it didn’t matter whether or not she pressured y/n or gave her a hard time over something as small as your grade going down in one class, fifteen year old y/n genuinely believed that woman could never do any wrong. that’s what made her feel so drawn to beating hanni, she wanted to make her mom proud.

the next week or so y/n was dedicated to studying for her algebra test, every piece of homework they had getting completed in no time. she had grasped the standard so quickly that even her teacher was surprised. hanni caught light of this quick, and she was furious.

“y/n’s been studying hard.” hanni says randomly one day, during her spanish class.

minji looked unamused at hanni’s comment, just ignoring her and going back to her work.

“hanni.. what even is your problem with that girl?” danielle mumbles, “you seemed obsessed.”

“obsessed?” hanni replies, looking at danielle like she was insane.

“i’m not obsessed with y/n. i just don’t wanna fall behind her.” hanni mutters, obviously annoyed at dani’s comment.

the topic of y/n was never brought up again their group until test day, hanni nervously rushing through her notes before the test. she couldn’t fall behind y/n, she needed to keep her top student status. meanwhile y/n was next to hanni, relaxing before the test. unfortunately for the both of them they always got sat next to each other. hanni looked up from her notes for a moment, noticing y/n’s chill demeanor.

“what are you doing?” hanni asks hesitantly, she never liked to talk to y/n but her curiosity got the best of her.

“i’ve been studying the unit endlessly since we started, no need for me to cram now.” y/n shrugs.

hanni didn’t even reply and just focused back on her notes, she tried not to get too into her head about y/n, but it was hard not to think about how prepared her opponent was.

the test in hanni’s opinion was easy so far, but she didn’t know one of the questions. and it was extremely hard to focus when her table mate was flying through the test, acting like it was a breeze. hanni gritted her teeth in annoyance, trying so hard to focus back on her own test but it was almost impossible. when she looked up at the clock and saw she only had five minutes left, her heart dropped. y/n grinned from beside her, putting her pencil down and waiting for the test to end. she knew she would beat hanni this time, starting a rivalry. the test ended and hanni had finished just in time, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough to beat y/n.

the test scores came back and hanni was right, she had only gotten an eighty-five whilst y/n got a one hundred. hanni’s blood boiled at her score, growing even more furious at the sound of y/n’s voice.

“nice try, hanni. maybe you’ll get it next time.” y/n says, in a condescending tone.

hanni ignored y/n and just got up, asking to go to the bathroom and grabbing the pass.

in all honesty y/n felt a little bad for the girl, especially if her situation was anything similar to hers. but it was all just fun and games right?

that’s when hell started, jongseob liked to call it. when y/n and hanni would go at each other and do stupid stuff just to one up each other, it wasn’t enjoyable for anyone. even them, neither wanted it but it felt odd not to be at each other's necks all the time. and by senior year y/n had grown tired of it, making her urge to graduate stronger. she wanted to be done with this rivalry and fast.

but as y/n’s senior year approaches the end of first semester, she somehow started seeing hanni in a different light. their rivalry was less intense in their later years of school, and this year y/n finally got to get a good look at hanni. and if she was being honest with herself— hanni was exactly her type. the girl was gorgeous even y/n said it herself sometimes, and with her friends hanni was seemingly such a nice girl. sometimes y/n wondered if they didn’t hate each other where’d they be, but she knew they most likely wouldn’t be friends. it would make sense in almost every universe they would clash.

y/n getting to really see hanni in a different perspective had her thinking about hanni almost every second of the day. when she was in class, when she was doing chores, even sometimes before she slept at night she thought about her relationship with hanni. y/n wanted to deny it but she was attracted to that hanni, not the one she knew but the one everyone else got to know. that’s what changed everything, y/n stopped putting so much effort into becoming the top student.

hanni noticed this slowly over time, her ‘rival’ stopping their daily arguments, and getting average scores on tests. (average being 90..) hanni hated to admit it but she missed fighting with y/n, it gave her a chance to talk to her. and truthfully, hanni had withheld a secret from everyone except her close friends for years. what she really thought about y/n.

one day during junior year, hanni was a little wasted and admitted something she planned to take to her grave to her friends at a party (the only one they could drag her to). they were all sitting on a couch, trying to enjoy a laidback period of the semester before finals.

hanni couldn’t keep y/n out of her mind after being able to stare at her. she was beautiful, and all of her features were so perfect. hanni always knew that generally y/n was a nice person, but seeing it in real time always got to her. y/n was gentle and kind with others, always looking out for her friends. hanni was told y/n was doing an internship at their local elementary school since she wanted to be a teacher. y/n was everything hanni would want in a girl, if only she didn’t hate her guts.

“guys i think i like y/n.” hanni muttered, staring off into space as her friends immediately all turned to her.

“what? ‘like’ as in romantically?” minji asks, to which hanni nods.

“she’s pretty, i wish we didn’t hate each other.” hanni says, her friends all in shock.

“why don’t you actually get to know her?” haerin asks.

“i know it’ll never work.”

—

eventually y/n came to terms with her not so secret crush on hanni (only hanni didn’t know), and started sparking up more conversation with the girl. it was more tame conversation, but the competitive spark was still there. hanni would make fun of y/n for relaxing and doing the bare minimum but it felt more lighthearted than before. everyone around them couldn’t believe it, they were actually slowly becoming friends after all this time.

it started off with small things like hanni packing up y/n's things for her when she was busy in class.

"thank you." y/n would mumble hesitantly to hanni.

“of course.” hanni would mutter back, it wasn’t anything crazy but it was progress.

the small moments turned into bigger moments, longer conversations and an exchanging of numbers. and y/n felt conflicted.

"it's just feels so weird." she says to haewon on the phone one night, the girl on the other end agreeing.

"it's gonna take time to adjust y/n, but i'm glad you two are finally getting along." haewon replies.

"yeah i am too, i just hope nothing goes wrong.” y/n says, sighing as she got up from her seat.

“anyways i have to go haewon, i’ll talk to you tomorrow.” y/n states.

“okay goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight!”

—

it was only a matter of time before winter break was approaching rapidly, so to celebrate before finals haewon threw a party. being pretty known throughout school as the senior class president, there was a good amount of people there which made y/n nervous. and she couldn’t get this specific person off her mind— hanni. was she here?

y/n’s heart raced at the thought of her crush being there, they might actually get to hangout outside of a school setting. but y/n tried not to dwell on it too much, refocusing her attention on the girls in front of her. she had met some new people: lara and megan. they were super fun, the two telling y/n about this horrible double date they had just went on.

“yeah we went to skyzone and megan got locked in the car.” lara says, trying not to laugh too hard to not draw attention to the girls.

megan groaned, “do you always have to bring that up..”

“worst part of it all, megan still pursued him after that.” lara says ignoring megan’s comment.

y/n laughed a bit, “a man had you in that much of a chokehold?”

“hey, stop. i was in a bad place.” megan says in her defense.

“fair,” y/n replies.

“so what do you guys plan to do after graduation?” y/n asks, nodding as the girl gave their responses.

though it was hard to focus with y/n feeling like she was being stared at from behind, the feeling irking her. the look felt familiar, being more of a glare than a curious gaze.

'hanni?' y/n thought, she wasn't sure though. she didn't want to be delusional.

"y/n? who's that girl staring at us.. she seems to be focused on you." megan says, obviously disturbed.

y/n turned around, locking eyes with hanni. the latter looking away as soon as y/n looked back. the girls heart dropped to her ass, why was hanni looking at her like that?

“oh that’s just my friend hanni, not exactly sure why she’s looking over here like that..” y/n says, staring at hanni.

was she mad at her again? y/n just chose to ignore it for the time being, turning back to lara and megan. they talked for a bit more about bad date experiences. meanwhile, hanni was about to lose her mind. something about seeing y/n with two pretty girls she didn’t know at a party made her mad. well, maybe mad wasn’t the right word.. maybe more of jealous, but hanni would never admit that.

“stop staring her down.” minji deadpanned, grabbing hanni away and leading her to another room.

“what are you doing?!” hanni whisper yells.

“you need to leave that poor girl alone, you hated each other for years. you can’t seriously expect her to like you back, hanni.” minji says, regretting it once she saw the look on hanni’s face.

hanni was unfortunately an emotional mess lately, and having a bit of beer wasn’t exactly helping.

“but i don’t know how to not feel jealous..” hanni mutters, her voice slowly cracking throughout each word.

“you don’t, unfortunately. but until you’re actually locked in with her, you can’t be stalking her like that. you never know if one of those girls is her girlfriend.” minji replies, holding hanni close to her now to make sure she felt comforted.

“i promise it'll be okay." minji says softly.

—

the next day was like all of y/n and hanni's progress had been erased, hanni ignoring the girl once again. y/n tried to to say hi to her but got absolutely nothing, the taller girl just walked away and sat somewhere else. fortunately for y/n, lara was in their grade so she sat with her.

"what's up with you and your friend?" lara asks, to which y/n shrugs.

"think something happened at the party. i don't know i don't exactly care too much right now, finals are about to kick my ass." y/n says, groaning.

lara laughed at her friends words, "i wouldn't worry too much y'know. we're almost out of here so that's a plus. and if you ever need any help you can call me or megan!"

y/n nods, "thank you, i really appreciate it."

"least i could do," lara starts, "seems like you're going through a lot at the moment."

y/n sighs, "yeah, thank you."

y/n wanted to tell lara more about hanni but she wasn't exactly sure if she should this early on in their friendship. how are you supposed to tell someone you just met that you have a crush on your ex enemy?

'that'll be a story for another time.' y/n thought, grabbing her notebook to take notes.

—

y/n's second to last finals week was a complete mess. things continued to be complicated between her and hanni, and for one of the first times in her life she was struggling with school. y/n couldn't tell you what was wrong with her, but her friends all suggested it was the hanni situation getting into her head. y/n had hung out with megan and lara and the rest of their friends. the three of them ended up watching a movie together after, leading to y/n to tell them about her past with hanni.

"so you're telling me you hated that girl like six months ago, and now you're crushing on her?" lara says, her jaw dropped.

"yeah, i don't really know either. i mean she's really sweet when you actually get to know her, but something happened at that party and now she won't even glance at me." y/n starts, sighing in frustration.

"it's even worse than when we hated each other, at least she would've made fun of me or something.." y/n mutters.

lara and megan shared a look, trying to think of what to do. suddenly it came to them.

"oh my god, what if she's jealous?" megan says, to which y/n looks at her as if she's insane.

"seriously..? what would she even be jealous of? it's too early to speculate i feel like." y/n says, furrowing her brows.

"y/n be so for real, what else could it be. hanni got cold towards you after she saw you talking to me and megan." lara adds.

'maybe they are onto something.' y/n thinks, her confusion growing more by the second.

"i mean even if hanni was jealous, it's definitely not anything to do with her liking me. maybe she's just mad that i'm not competing with her anymore." y/n shrugs, gaining her glares from her two friends in front of her.

"y/n then why would she be friendly with you after you stopped trying to be her rival? she would've been mad then." megan says.

y/n groans, “fine you guys are right, i just— can’t really believe that this is real. i mean we just became friends.”

“you say that like you don’t also like her.. plus she could’ve liked you while you ‘hated’ each other.” lara says, to which megan nods.

“i wouldn’t put it past her, she looked like she wanted to kill me and lara at haewon’s party. chances are this isn’t a new thing.” megan continued, following up lara’s statement.

“so in conclusion, the girl who hated me for hypothetically three years may have a crush on me.” y/n says in disbelief.

"just talk to her," lara responds, to which megan nods.

"ignoring each other will get you two nowhere." megan says.

"but how am i supposed to get her to respond?" y/n says groaning.

hanni was always such a difficult person, and now that she was actually mad at y/n the girl knew there was no talking to her. hanni would find anyway to avoid her.

"just find her alone, text her now and tell her you want to talk and that it's important. if she really likes you, she won't be able to stay mad at you for long." lara advised y/n.

"okay, let's pray this works.." y/n mumbles.

y/n picked up her phone soon after lara gave her the suggestion, her thumb hovering over hanni’s contact for a moment. she took a breath and clicked on it, drafting a quick text message before hitting send.

me: can we talk tmrw? i want to clear things up.

y/n really hoped this would go well.

—

y/n woke up the next day in nervous state, immediately reaching for her phone to see if hanni responded. the girl gasping as she saw hanni had replied to her with a simple, ‘meet me outside school before exams’. y/n quickly opened up her group chat with lara and megan to keep them informed.

me: SHEBROLEID

lara: hello..?

me: SHE REPLIED**

megan: WAIT OMGG we r rooting for u yn

y/n smiled at megan’s message before getting up to get ready for the day. she had a strong feeling about this, and a little part of her hoped hanni actually liked her back.

y/n finally arrived at school, waiting outside for hanni. she'd be lying if she said this wasn't making her unbelievably nervous. (also sort of embarrassing her due to being alone..) y/n felt even more anxious though when she saw hanni in her line of sight, the shorter girl giving her a small smile. y/n felt her cheeks heat up at the sight, she had never seen hanni smile. her smile was beautiful. hanni stopped in front of y/n, one of her hands moving up towards her hair to play with it. y/n noticed that whenever hanni was nervous she would mess with her hair, she knew this from whenever they did presentations.

"y/n i'm really sorry about yesterday, i don't know why i did that to be entirely honest.." hanni mumbles, just loud enough for y/n to hear.

"it's okay hanni, i just wanted clarification about haewon's party. why were you staring at me like that?" y/n asks, she didn't notice the small shift in hanni's facial expression.

hanni was even more anxious than ever, she knew she had to be honest with y/n. there might be a small chance the girl felt the same.

"i was jealous. seeing you with people i've never seen before made me feel weird, i wasn't sure if you were in a relationship with one of them. and i—" hanni paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"i really like you, i have ever since junior year. i just didn't know how to tell you." hanni says, her nervous expression dropping at the sight of y/n laughing.

"hey why are you laughing?" hanni says, frowning.

"hanni, you thinking that megan or lara may be my girlfriend is crazy. i had just met them that night." y/n says, trying to stop laughing.

hanni just glared at her, "well for one i was drunk, and two i wouldn't be surprised if they were, you're not exactly ugly.

"are you saying i'm pretty hanni?" y/n teases, giggling at the look on hanni's face.

"no, just reply to my confession." hanni deadpans, about to walk away from the girl laughing in front of her.

"i really like you too hanni, and i'm glad we had this conversation." y/n says, maintaining eye contact with hanni.

"sooo?" y/n says, waiting for a response from hanni.

"can i kiss you?" hanni blurts, catching y/n off guard.

y/n pulled hanni close to her, her arms wrapping around hanni's waist.

"wait do you even know how to kiss? i've never seen you get a girlfriend." y/n questioned hanni, trying to hold back her laughter.

hanni punched y/n in the side, "shut up, of course i have. i'll show you how, since you obviously don't."

hanni held y/n's face gently, contradicting her tone with the girl before. she kissed y/n moments after, the kiss being soft and gentle. the feeling of kissing y/n made hanni feel content, wanting to stay in the girls arms forever. after a bit longer in the embrace, the two girls pulled away from the kiss.

“god, maybe you do know how to kiss.” y/n mumbles in awe.

“i told you." hanni says, laughing at y/n's shock.

"maybe you can show me again?"

[kiragecko]

Do you think Cass's writers KNEW how harmful Babs' teaching methods were?

Cass and/or Babs fans who have read the first Batgirl series and/or No Man's Land, what do you think?

I'll get into the details in a moment, but my guess is they were trying to write Babs as a fallible mentor, but were ignorant about just how much damage she would realistically be causing. I'd like to get second opinions, because I've spent enough time studying communication with nonverbal people that I no longer know what people actually KNOW.

Anyways, here's the stuff I want to know if you guys think is intentional:

When we first meet Cass, Babs is trying to teach her to read. Babs is showing her the word 'stop' and getting Cass to sound out the letters. This is ... not a good idea.

Some of the errors Cass makes (starting with a 'd' sound and correcting to 't', for example) suggest that Cass is still learning HOW TO MAKE SOUNDS. She's still teaching her body how to shape her mouth and throat, when to vibrate her vocal cords - the physical aspects of speech. That's HARD, and deserves focus so it can be learned properly!

We later learn she only knows a small number of words. She's still learning to associate sounds with meaning. That's HARD, and deserves focus so it can be learned properly!

She's also still learning to match letter shapes to sounds. THAT IS ALSO HARD AND DESERVES FOCUS SO SHE CAN LEARN IT PROPERLY!

By conflating reading, speech, AND understanding, Babs is making Cass' job MUCH MUCH more difficult! Each of those, and a dozen smaller aspects of communication, all need months of prioritization, without competition from other aspects.

-

Throughout Batgirl, Babs pressures Cass to read. Cass is still learning to parse meaning from the words downloaded into her head. She struggles to organize them into sentences. She struggles to understand the nuances of what other people are saying. Once again, these are all important things that she should be encouraged to focus on! Reading is nice, but at this point it shouldn't be the priority. By ignoring the skills Cass IS building, and pushing Cass towards competing skills she doesn't have the prerequisites for, Babs is slowing down Cass' progress and providing negative feedback loops.

-

Babs seems to equate reading with communicating. Possibly because of her past as a librarian and the obvious value she gets from reading. Possibly because her current job is as an information broker and hacker. Possibly because her own disability limits her physically, and reading and writing has become necessary for interacting with the outside world. Possibly because she is living vicariously through the new Batgirl. And possibly because her eidetic memory suggests she thinks in words and can't actually imagine thought in other ways.

Cass is probably never going to use reading as a primary communication method, and would have benefited froma learning regimen that works with her skills, rather than pushing through her weaknesses.

-

Here's the stuff I'm pretty sure was intentional:

Babs calls Cass stupid for not being able to read during a high pressure situation that is triggering Babs. This is obviously wrong, and she feels awful about it.

Babs is frequently impatient with Cass' progress, and sometimes accuses her of not trying, or not caring enough. She makes comments in front of other people without thinking. These are all shown as problematic and hurtful.

-

Here's the things I think Babs did right:

Babs sets up a computer system that can be navigated by voice, and can interpret vague instructions. It provides visual, as well as verbal, information for everything Cass asks about. Cass is never pressured to use a different system.

Babs mostly allows Cass to explore, and builds lessons around Cass' interests. She integrates life skills into her lessons, and actually does a REALLY good job at helping Cass build enough of a foundation to start getting curious about the world.

She usually backs off when Cass gets stubborn, which lets Cass recover, and keep some agency.

She MOSTLY doesn't co-opt Cass' growing friendship with Steph. She supports them, and doesn't try to use Steph to push Cass in the directions Babs wants her to go.

Other than stuff around speech and literacy, I actually think the writers did a good job of writing a flawed but caring mentor who actually helped more than she harmed.

-

What do you guys think?

[r1nnae]

| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | GREEN TEA? yu jimin x fem reader

Warnings: not proofread, cursing

Ever since you were a kid you've always dreamt of becoming a singer, preferably a k-pop idol, you would always stand in front of the TV, singing and dancing along to the different choreography and songs.

Everyone always told you that it was a waste of time and that you should focus on your studies and getting into a great university instead.

At first their words did have an affect on your choice in career, but all it took for you to get back in track with all the k-pop stuff was just a singular concert from your favourite group.

It was like the little you was waiting for another spark of hope and that's literally all it took.

You secretly sent a few audition videos to different agencies and waited impatiently, you would tell your family right after you got your answers back.

A few weeks went by and after not getting back any response, you actually started to think back on your parents words and the dissapointment about yourself started to sink in.

However, that didn't last long as you got back response from all of the agencies a few days later, and to your total surprise all of them was telling you that you got accepted.

But, there was a specific agency that was pulling at your heart, so you decided to get back to it only.

HYBE entertainment.

And, thats how became a member of a now well-known girl group, LE SSERAFIM.

Yes, it was hard at first but you still fought very hard for your spot in this group, and believed that you one-hundred percent deserved it.

Anyways, lets get back to the recent events and stop talking about the past.

You were currently getting ready to walk inside an award show venue, fixing up your hair and snapping a few selfies.

"Aah, I'm so nervous!" Kazuha exclaimed next to you, wrapping her arms around shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, it's not like we're here for the first time, right?" You reassured, patting her on the head while trying not to mess up the hairstyle.

"I know, but it somehow feels like a first time," she sighed, straightening up and looking outside the window and into the swarm of fans screaming and waving towards our van.

"Come on, it's okay, we can do it!" Chaewon yelled, making us all laugh.

Suddenly the van door opened and our manager peeped her head inside, "It's time."

We all smiled and started getting off of the car one by one.

The fans started screaming like crazy, shouting all your names at once and asking for photos.

You waved at them, sending smiles and winks their way, occasionally getting close to them and posing for their photos or videos, praying that your manger didn't notice you.

Once you were finally inside, you sighed and went to your seats as all the other groups started coming in.

Performance after performance, you clapped, laughed and sang along to a few songs the groups performed, doing your own part and finally it was time for awards.

You won a few awards and gave a heartfelt speech every time, but now it was end of the show, so you decided to go grab a drink on your own.

Approaching the vending machine, you prayed that there was some green tea left and to your luck there was only one left.

You quickly took it and prepared to drink when you saw someone approaching, the person probably didn't see you as she was in a conversation with another person next to her.

As they got closer you recognized them, karina and winter from aespa.

"I wish there's some green tea left," you heard karina exclaim, and you looked down in your hands in guilt.

"You and your green tea obsession," winter teased.

As they got closer, you saw karina's face turn into a frown.

"There are no more green tea left," winter rolled her eyes, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, you're so tired, aren't you? And only thing you really wanted right now, isn't left," Karina gave her a side eye, chuckling.

"Oh, um, hi," they turned towards you, "i overheard you conversation and um, since you really like green tea, you can have this."

Karina's eyes widened in shock, while winter just grinned.

"No, no, it's okay," karina refused, looking down at green tea in your extended hands.

"No, please take it, I'm not that thirsty anyway," you smile, pushing the bottle in her hands.

Karina was about to protest again, when winter spoke, "rina, it's rude to refuse something when someones offering it to you."

Karina glared at her, but took the green tea nonetheless, "thank you, sorry for being an inconvenience."

"No, you could never," you smiled, bowing as you prepared to leave.

"Um, can i have your number, y/n?" You were surprised that she knew your name, but even more surprised when you realized what she just said.

"My number?" Karina nodded, smiling nervously, "okay, i guess."

She quickly extended her phone, waiting as you typed you number in.

"Well, thanks for the green tea, and, your number," she chuckled, that made you smile.

"It's no problem, it was nice to meet you," you bid your goodbyes, and went seperate ways.

"Dude, i saw that, how were you not peeing your pants?!" Yunjin asked as soon as you rounded a corner.

"Dude, i don't fucking know! I was shaking mentally!" You yelled, making her laugh.

----

"Guess, whose number karina got?" Winter announced as soon as they reached their can, smirking slightly.

"Whose?" Aeri asked, looking up from her phone.

Winter's smirk deepened, raising her eyebrows at two girls in front of her.

"No way!" Ningning yelped suddenly, "she wouldn't have balls to do that!"

"Well," karina coughed, showing her phone to other two.

"Dude, you got your crushes number!" Karina rolled her eyes, but she giggled nevertheless.

A/n: first work, so don't judge too hard! Requests are open, cuz i have no idea what to write, anon emojis are also open, if anyone would like! Anyways, hope y'all enjoy and don't forget to like, comment, give feedback and reblog, it helps spread my work through the platform♡!

[astrolook]

💥Saturn Rx: Becoming Who You Were Always Meant To Be (The Hard Way) 💥

Note: These are my personal observations over the years from studying and intuitively feeling into Saturn Retrograde energy in the houses. Take what resonates and gently leave the rest. Feel free to drop your own experiences or reflections in the comments.

Fire Signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) - You wanna do everything now but life keeps saying “not yet.” Your confidence took a few L’s before it started hitting. You might try to be bold, but overthinks it halfway through. Feeling blocked is your daily mood.

Air Signs (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) - You’ve got big brain energy but second-guess everything. Talking is easy but being understood is a whole journey. Social stuff can feel like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube blindfolded. You are low-key sensitive.

Water Signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) - You feel a lot but doesn't know what to do with them. Your feelings hit like tidal waves but you keep trying to hold 'em in a teacup. You care too much, then pretend you don’t. Saturn Rx makes you feel like your softness needs armor. You're either hyper-emotional or emotionally ghosting yourself.

Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) - You’re out here tryna be responsible but always feel like you’re behind. You act chill but secretly stress over your 10-year plan. You can’t stop grinding, even when you’re burnt out.

Saturn Rx in the Houses:

Saturn Rx in 1st - You were born with a tiny adult living in your head judging your every move. Your confidence should be built from scratch with scraps. You’re super self-aware, but sometimes it crosses into lowkey self-doubt. People think you’ve got it all handled, but internally you’re like, “Am I even doing this right?” You might feel older than your years or like you’ve been in “survival mode” your whole life. There’s a pressure to hold it all together, to not show weakness, to be “in control” of your identity at all times.

Saturn Rx in 2nd - It's like growing up feeling broke even if you weren’t. Money stuff feels weird as either you're super strict with it or avoid it completely. You probably grew up feeling like comfort or luxury had to be earned with suffering. You might hoard stuff or money because there's this fear it’ll run out. Receiving can feel harder than giving, and even when you do get something good, you might brace for it to disappear. People might say you’re “practical” or “minimalist,” but a lot of that comes from fear of loss, of not being supported, of being judged for wanting more.

Saturn Rx in 3rd - It feels like having a million thoughts but second-guessing all of them before they leave your mouth. You wanna say something, but your brain hits you with “is this dumb tho?” mid-sentence. You’ve probably replayed awkward convos from five years ago like they just happened. Growing up, expressing yourself might’ve felt like walking on eggshells, or like no one actually heard you. You might talk less than you want to, or over-explain everything to seem “clear.” Texting back takes forever because you’re rewriting it five times.

Saturn Rx in 4th - Home was a place you didn’t totally relax in, even if nothing was “wrong.” You probably kept stuff to yourself because opening up felt unsafe or pointless. Family might’ve been distant, overly strict, or just not emotionally available like you needed. Nostalgia hits weird as either you feel weirdly disconnected from your past or super heavy about it. You overthink your roots, your sense of belonging, where you “fit.” People talk about “feeling at home” and here you’re still trying to figure out what that even means.

Saturn Rx in 5th - You want to express yourself but lowkey worries that you’ll look dumb. You might hold back creatively or not share your ideas 'cause you think they’re not good enough. You’ve got passion, but it’s buried under layers of “am I allowed to enjoy this?” Flirting is awkward and dating is exhausting or non-existent. You might feel awkward trying to be playful, like joy has to be earned or justified. People think you’re reserved or serious, but really you’re just scared of looking foolish.

Saturn Rx in 6th - Routines are either super strict or completely nonexistent, no in-between. You might have this constant inner voice micromanaging everything like how you eat, work, sleep, take care of yourself and it’s exhausting. Health stuff? You overthink every weird body feeling but also ignore your needs half the time. No real satisfaction. Chronic self-criticism is real as you notice every little flaw in how you look, work, live, or function. Jobs/studies can feel like a trap, or like you're stuck in roles that don’t fully match who you are. you're either overcommitting or secretly fantasizing about quitting it all. You probably don’t ask for help, and even when you need it, you convince yourself that you should be able to handle it alone.

Saturn Rx in 7th - Relationships are weirdly hard, even when you want them. You crave deep connection but you don’t fully trust it when it shows up. Getting close to people makes you nervous, like you’re constantly waiting for them to leave or mess it up. You might hold back your real feelings or take forever to open up. You are scared of choosing the wrong person as it's possible that you might not have had good examples of healthy partnerships growing up. So, being close to someone feels risky, even when you want it more than anything.

Saturn Rx in 8th - You are carrying a whole emotional vault inside you that barely anyone gets access to. There’s a fear of being vulnerable, like if someone really saw you, they’d either leave or use it against you. You might have complicated feelings around sex, power, control, or even money that’s shared with others like you're never fully safe letting go. Loss or betrayal may have happened early, or you were forced to grow up fast around heavy stuff. Emotional closeness feels intense, and part of you wants it, but another part always stays slightly guarded like you’re waiting for something to go wrong.

Saturn Rx in 9th - Growing up, you could’ve felt restricted around exploring whether that was travel, education, or even just asking deeper questions. So you learned to keep your curiosity quiet even when it’s loud in your head. Maybe you grew up being told exactly what to believe, or maybe you weren’t told anything at all and had to figure it out on your own. Higher education or travel might’ve felt delayed, limited, or like it came with a weird pressure to “prove yourself.” You might feel like you're late to the party in terms of “figuring it all out.”

Saturn Rx in 10th - It feels like being born with the weight of expectations real or imagined on your back. You could’ve grown up feeling like you had to be the “mature one,” the one who holds it together, the one who becomes somebody. Authority figures might’ve been strict, absent, impossible to please, or just emotionally unavailable. You do crave recognition but also terrified of being seen and judged. You overwork, over-plan, stay in your head, and still feel like you’re falling behind. You compare yourself constantly with others whom have figured it all out.

Saturn Rx in 11th - It feels like being in a room full of people and still feeling like you don’t fully belong. You want connection, community, people who get you but it’s like there’s a wall between you and the group, even when you're right there with them. Friendships might feel distant, inconsistent, or one-sided. You might struggle with trust when it comes to social circles or feel like you always have to keep a piece of yourself tucked away to be accepted. There's often a deep loneliness that doesn't show on the outside.

Saturn Rx in 12th - You probably learned early on to keep things to yourself, to process your pain quietly, or to disappear when you're overwhelmed. Asking for help feels impossible. Being vulnerable feels unsafe. And when you do fall apart, you often feel shame after like you failed some invisible standard. You're highly sensitive to energies around you, but you don’t always know what’s yours and what you’ve absorbed. Dreams, intuition, emotions are intense, but also confusing, like you’re constantly trying to decode yourself from the inside out.

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[undyingdecay]

hi Mae, can you write something with John Walker and thunderbolts!reader who has a cat like physiology (claws, speed, senses etc) and experiences heats and him helping her through it? If you're not comfortable with this I completely understand or if you need more information about heats then I can provide more details

when you first explained the concept of heat to him — eyes low, tone even, unwilling to let it sound as desperate as it always became — john had blinked once, twice. you watched the gears clunk slowly behind his eyes. and then, with the sort of dry certainty that could only come from a man who thought himself reasonable, he'd asked “have you ever thought about getting neutered?”

you stared at him for a long, long time. not speaking. not blinking. he stared right back, that damn brow cocked in that signature john walker way that made your tail twitch with irritation.

he was dead serious.

you didn’t respond. not at first. just turned away and let the silence steep. but you should’ve known it wouldn’t stop there — not with him. john had always been too curious about your physiology, too hands-on. clinical, sometimes. not cruel, but not exactly gentle either. the kind of man who touched things not out of affection but experimentation. he prodded the soft fur behind your ears once during briefing — just to see if they’d twitch. later, dragged the pad of his finger across the base of your spine under the excuse of checking a scratch, and grinned when your claws came out by reflex.

“you purr?” he’d asked, amused.

you didn’t answer that either.

but when it happens — when the pressure starts coiling low in your belly, the kind of full-body heat that makes your skin feel two sizes too small, makes your senses burn — you don’t have the strength to keep that same cool distance. not this time.

and of course he notices.

you start small. subtle, you think. brushing past him a little too often. leaning in closer than necessary to look at a mission tablet, chest nearly brushing his bicep. he grins, slow and smug, like he knows exactly what this is. and when you wrap your tail around his thigh — not even trying to hide it now — he laughs. soft. mean.

“you needy, kitty?”

you hate the way your breath catches. hate the sound of your own voice when you mutter shut up and roll your hips forward to brush against his leg, just a little.

he doesn’t shut up, of course. he never does.

he leans in, voice all syrupy drawl. “didn’t know you could get like this. always so pissy on mission. now look at you, fuckin’ purring on my leg like you need me to stuff it outta you.”

you hate him.

you hate how he looks at you. like you’re some twitching little thing in heat, crawling to him because biology demands it — and he’s right.

he’s right, and that’s what makes you clench around nothing.

his hand finds your hip. firm grip, grounding. almost nice. almost. until he says, “what? you want me to fix it? huh?” with that voice, all mock-gentle. like he’s indulging you. like he’s helping.

and god, you let him.

because you can smell the want on him, taste it under your tongue. he’s hard, twitching against your thigh through his pants, and still pretending he’s the one doing you a favor. like he isn’t about to fuck you so slowly, so lazily, that you whine and sob against his neck and claw bloody crescents into his back.

he stretches you open with his fingers first — even though you’re already dripping, already grinding down onto anything he’ll give you. he hums like he’s testing something. watching your cunt clench around his fingers like it’s a lab study, like he’s taking mental notes.

“you always this wet during heat?” he mutters, nuzzling against your jaw. “jesus. i barely touched you.”

he talks the whole time. can’t help himself.

smirks when your hips buck, when your tail lashes and tightens around his thigh. “didn’t even fuck you yet, sweetheart. ‘s this just instinct or are you actually this desperate for me?”

when he finally thrusts in — slow, cruel, to the hilt — you’re already shaking. head thrown back, body slick with sweat, claws dragging along his arms for something to hold. and all he does is groan, roll his hips forward, and say there we go. that’s it. let me help you, baby. like he isn’t using you as much as you’re using him.

he tells you he’ll take care of it. that you’re just worked up. he can help.

you want to spit in his mouth.

instead, you bare your teeth and moan for him, tail curled tight, scenting the skin of his throat.

later, he’ll act like it was all a public service. like he was doing you a favor, even as his hips stutter and he fills you, hand still wrapped around your throat.

he won’t stop grinning for days.

and neither will you.

(thinking about him warping your tail around his hand as leverage and forcing you into and arch while he pounds into you)

[for-your-modesty-dude]

Little Miss Tutor

A/N: Hey hey! I haven't been around for awhile, mostly because I've been doing a deep clean of everything I own. Some early spring cleaning, if you will. But this idea actually came from a journal I used to write in when I was in high school (which makes the journal easily a decade old... no comment.) and as I saw this concept written in there, I thought this was so perfectly Eddie. I hope you enjoy it! It's just some fluff, friends to lovers stuff. For the record - I believe Eddie and reader are both in early-to-mid twenties here. R has already been out of college, so they're not college roommates. Just normal roommates, and Eddie is also trying to get himself through college while he works his job. Not necessarily relevant to the actual story, but there's some lore that stays stuck in my brain LOL. I'm the queen of backstories, no matter how short the blurb. - Hy

Summary: You’re roommates with Eddie and he's trying to get through college years later than most students. You’re also secretly deeply in love with him. But that feels inappropriate to share.

Warnings: uhhh... none I can think of. This is just a fluffy blurb.

Word Count: ~1k

It was late at night, maybe 2 in the morning, when you woke up cold and thirsty. You pulled on a pair of your fuzziest socks before padding down the steps into the kitchen for a glass of water. You were so exhausted and set on getting your water that you missed the wide open bedroom door on your way down, but not so exhausted that you missed it on your way back to your room. You peered in to find your roommate Eddie awake at his desk, hair disheveled and in his favorite pajamas.

“Eddie?” You whispered, shuffling into the room. “What the hell are you doing still up?”

His head snapped up and he swiveled around in his desk chair. “Hey, sweetheart,” he gave you a sleepy smile, “I’m just finishing up, actually. Was going through my notes for tomorrow. What are you doing up?”

You couldn’t answer him because of the breath caught in your throat. Sure, you’d always liked the guy, but in his baggy old pajamas, mussed up curls, and sleepy voice, it was taking all of your self control not to give your crush away by throwing your arms around him and kissing him right then and there. It was only when he cocked an eyebrow and called your name that you came back to life and answered him. 

“Sorry,” you snapped out of your trance with a blush, “I’m just going back to my room, I was getting a glass of water.” You put a hand on your hip and pursed your lips, “you need to get some rest, Eddie.” 

The boy ran a hand through his hair, only messing it up further. “Yeah, I know. But I really need to pass this exam tomorrow.”

“You’ve been studying for days, hon. Besides, what have I told you before?” You asked him with playful lilt in your voice, and he groaned. 

“‘Your brain doesn’t store information properly if you don’t get a good night’s sleep,’” he quoted with a groan and a deep sigh, before he stood and stretched. You were still looking at him like a mother scolding their small child, which made him chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, little miss tutor.”

“Excuse me if I happen to know what I’m talking about,” you pouted. 

“Sure,” he nodded, casually striding past you to close the door, flicking the lights off. You gave him a confused look in the darkness, before he approached you and swiftly threw you over his shoulder. You let out an indignant squeak, but tried to keep from blushing too hard despite the darkness. 

“Edward Munson! Just what do you think you’re doing!” You asked him, smacking his back lightly.

“You’re the expert, right?” He tossed you down onto his bed, “then help me sleep.”

You were never more grateful for the darkness, as it masked your wide eyes and deep crimson cheeks. 

“Um- o-okay?” You managed. He got under the covers next to you, and just turned to face you. You stared back at him, heart pounding.

“So,” he started, but was cut off by a yawn, “what do you suggest? For the best night of sleep, I mean.”

“I-I-” he’d caught you so off guard, you barely knew your own name, much less how to help him sleep. “I don’t know.”

“Mkay,” he hummed, “then I’ll try my own way.” He put an arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, tangling his legs with yours. “I’m gonna take a guess and say that like this, I’ll get an amazing night’s sleep.” 

Despite your nerves, you seemed to relax at the proximity, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace. “I know I will,” you mumbled. He smiled to himself, and by the time you’d fully gotten comfortable against him, he was sound asleep. 

The next morning, he woke up before his alarm, feeling incredibly well rested. He felt a warmth against his chest and remembered what he’d done the night before, his eyes going wide. He looked down to find you asleep peacefully against him, and decided he didn’t regret what he’d done - no matter the consequences. Sure, he was terrified that you might catch onto his massive crush on you and let him down easy, but it had been worth it. In the middle of his overthinking, you stirred. 

Your eyelids fluttered open slowly and you nearly jumped out of your own skin when you realized where you were. “G-good morning,” you managed to stutter out.

“Good morning,” he rasped back, sending shivers down your spine. He felt your body react and didn’t think anything of it besides that you might be cold, so he pulled the blankets further up around the both of you. “That was easily the best sleep I’ve had in a very long time, didja know that?” You shook your head at him. “Well, it was.”

“Me too,” you told him. 

“I like waking up like this,” he commented. “Only one thing could make it better.” You looked up at him, contemplating for a moment before deciding to be bold - cupping his cheeks and pulling his face down so you could kiss him. He gladly let you do so, only pulling back to take in some air. 

“That- that was the one thing, yeah,” his voice cracked. He calmed his nerves a moment before leaning back down to kiss you this time, more prepared. This time, when he pulled back, he was grinning from ear to ear. “You know what? I think I’m gonna nail this exam later. And as a reward, I think you should let me take you on a date.”

“Yeah, Munson,” you grinned back at him, “I think I can agree to those terms.”

[scremogirl]

✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵ミ★✥

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬

Yandere! Childhood friend x Hyper aware! Reader

Slight⚠︎︎warning. The reader is slightlllyyy narcissistic, you gotta squint to see it. Like always check the end for a note. Enjoy!

It wasn’t more than a day that you you two weren’t together. From third grade all the way to your senior year in high school; he was always there. To think it all started from simply sharing your colored pencils.

Micah was your best friend, you’ve done everything together. All your first were together too. Your first kiss for example.

“I-I don’t know about this Micah, just don’t want things to be weird after this,” you hesitated.

“It’s fineee, I promise. Besides, you're my best friend; nothing could ever be weird between us,” you cringed a little at the fact that your first kiss was calling you his best friend. Not that it wasn’t true, it just wasn't as romantic as middle school you thought a first kiss would be. Your first date.

You held your head in your hands staring at the floor and heaved a big sigh. Your date had just stood you up. This wasn’t the first time this happened either, guys would ask you out and then just end up flaking. When you tried to talk to him earlier in the day he was sporting a big bruise on his jaw and cussed you out. You weren’t gonna let that slide tho, so when you called Micah to come help he hurley apologized and scurried off.

“I promise it’s not you beautiful, besides, he doesn’t know what he’s missing,” it goes silent for a bit before he perks up with a loud gasp.

“I know! How about we go see the movie together? He still let you keep the tickets right?”

You even had your first together. I mean, if that isn't true friendship I don’t know what is. So, why is it starting to feel not so friendly between you two anymore? He’s been acting a little weird as of late. He’s been more handsy lately; arm always around your shoulder or waist. He’s always been like this, and you guys did have sex once, but… this is different. His grip is a little tighter and his hands fall a little lower. He comes up behind you while you stand at the vending machine down the hall from the cafeteria, burying his face in your neck. When you told him to stop because you’re in school and people will start thinking things about you two, he just shrugs and says, “Nothing that they haven’t seen before,” with a dismissive wave of his hand. He even tried to kiss you yesterday when you left his house from a sleepover, claiming that it would keep you safe on your journey home (which is literally and I mean literally, right next door).

You’re not dumb. You know he likes you. In love with you. Everyone knows that. You know that he was the one that beat up your crush. You know why he wanted to have all his firsts with you. You noticed all the panties going missing every time he would visit. You noticed all your chewed pens and leftover food being taken out of the trash. You noticed his hard-on every time you’d wear a low-cut shirt or too short of a skirt. You noticed the box of your stuff tucked away under his bed when you dropped your pen whilst you were over-studying. You saw the photo album pushed into the corner of his basement. You saw the bloody rags and knives in the bathroom cabinet. You saw the way he would look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You liked the attention and the way he made you feel. But, you just couldn’t bring yourself to actually pursue him. He was your best friend and that was that. It’s not that you weren’t open to the idea of the two of you getting together, you were practically made for each other. Courtesy of him studying your insides ;) and outs. It's just the fact you know if you have him the time of day, you wouldn’t have time for anything else. Completely suffocated by his overwhelming love and attention.

That leads you to now. This is the first date you’ve been on since that incident in the beginning of your high school career. You met him in your psych class, thankfully one of the only ones you and Micah don’t share. Sure, you’ve had a couple one one-night stands and summer flings but as it denotes, they were all short-lived. This guy was different, he was sweet, funny, and paid attention when you talked; the whole package. But of course, this wouldn’t last long either. Prom was supposed to be the most exciting night for a senior. A big party with all your friends, dancing, laughing, the whole nine yards. That was until you saw your date tongue fucking another girl when you came back from getting the punch he requested. You sighed. Taking note of the not-so-discreetly placed $100 dollar bill in his suit's pocket. Of course. Just then you feel a tap on your shoulder. As you turn around you see him in all his glory. A y’all figure with his hair slicked back, one strategically placed string in the front. The dark blue suit perfectly matched your dress no matter how much you insisted that it was inappropriate because of your date. Green eyes peering down into yours with a mock of pity and astonishment. The scar on his cheek barley noticeable. He got it in an accident he had when you two were younger. He would always try to make you kiss it better, saying that it eased the pain from literally ages ago.

Micah.

“How about you and I go grab some dinner instead, hm?” The drive to the diner is silent. You two stuck out like a sore thumb in the cozy setting of the mom-and-pop shop. They’ve come to recognize you both. Ms. Dané, one of the owners of the shop would always question why you two weren’t together yet as her husband would chastise her for being so bold. Though, you could see it in his eyes just how curious he was.

You pull up to the mountain you two discovered on one of your long car rides to nowhere last summer. You spent most of it building a comfy place for the two of you to have your deep and emotional conversations. As you sit on the hill, looking down at the city and taking a bite of your burger, he turns to you. Before he could speak to you, you held up your hand effectively stopping him.

“I know,” he looks at you with wide eyes full of confusion. You take a handful of fries this time, chew, and swallow again before speaking.

“I don’t need you to lie to me.”

“He wasn’t good for you anyways,” he abruptly replies, it came out harsher than he attended it too.

“Besides, what kind of a guy would ask a girl out and then kiss another one a day later?” He huffs out an irritated laugh.

“That’s not what I meant, Michael,” the use of his full name struck a bit of fear in his heart. And pleasure to his pants.

“I know it was you,” he tries to speak but you put your fingers to his lips. Chewing on your burger and taking a sip of your soda to help push it down. The time it takes you to respond kills him, he tapping his leg and picking at the scar on his cheek anticipation. A habit he’s always had when he’s nervous or anxious.

“You know what I mean. I saw the money in his pocket,” He doesn’t wait for an explanation or care how you found out it was him. He pushes his food to the side before climbing over your outstretched legs. You’ve taken your heels off at his point, too uncomfortable to be walking up a mountain with. Micah insisted on carrying you anyways, saying that your dress was too expensive to get dirty but he gravel mud.

“I can’t stand the thought of someone else being by your side. I’m the one who's been here for you throughout everything. I'm the one who laughs with you when you're happy, cries with you when you're sad, and calms you down when you're mad. Not him. Not your parents. Not anyone. It’s always been you and me. Ever since the third grade you’ve been the one I wanted. I love (Y/n), nothing and no one can change that,” at this point his hands have a firm grip on your shoulders. Knees firmly planted into the hard ground beside you, surely his nice pants are fitted and scuffed but right now he couldn't care less. He stares deep into your eyes waiting for you to say something; anything.

For what seems like the millionth time you sighed since you met him, your gaze drops from your half-eaten burger to his frantic ones.

“Okay, Micah,” you say rubbing your thumb along the scar on his cheek. whose whole demeanor suddenly changes, this is the happiest you’ve ever seen him. Well since that day *if you know what I mean ^*. This time he grabs your food and pushes it away. You're a little sad, you wanted to finish the rest of that. You had no time to think, however, as he lays you down in the makeshift fort you’ve created. He lowers his head down, placing kisses on the column of your neck. He makes his way up to behind your ear, smelling his favorite of your perfumes. In his delusion, he can’t help to think that you wanted him to kiss you here. Placing it there to entice him in all the ways he wants you to. He rubs his cock against you, trying to get as much friction as he can. Even though it’s dark out and his suit is even darker, but the fairly lights strings up in the tiny fort help you see the pre-cum staining the front of the soft, thin material of his pants.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that. I promise this’ll be even better than the first. He could never compare to how I’m gonna make you feel,” he runs his hands up your waist, kissing the corner of your lips.

“Besides,” he starts. Eyes lowering down to your dress that has now risen to just above your lace panties

“I’m the only one who gets to see you full and dripping with cum”.

I don’t think I’m gonna turn Micah the into a full OC. If you liked it however, maybe I’ll make a couple headcanons or something. For the most part this was just a one shot. Again make sure to go check out my friends twist on the idea. ^the at is mentioned in the note above. Bye loves!

-Love, Sos❤️