#and my teacher doesnt want to help us either

[fragglez]

how will i ever get better grades if homework makes me cry

[eleventeenratsinaflannelsuit]

telling the psychiatrist who gets me my adhd medication that i dont have abnormal anxiety except now im pulling another anxiety-driven all nighter because every time i close my eyes i feel slightly like im going to die from thoughts

the moral of this story is dual enrollment sucks

[sleepyjim]

i start school in like 12 hours im gonna explode /neg

[ryukatters]

Ok so imagine:

Gojo is pretty emotionally disconnected from most, refuses to let himself get attached most of the time after everything thats happened to him.

And then you show up

He doesn’t want to slip up. He doesnt want to form another bond like that. But its like he can’t stop it. Maybe you just remind him of what he’s lost, maybe it’s the way you see him as him rather than “the strongest,” an annoyance, or something shallow. It happens slow, so slow he barely even picks it up, but the feelings bloom. You just enrapture him. And he remembers everything that happened last time he got so close to another person, and he’s terrified to accept it but terrified to turn it away and loose the last chance he might have at a relationship like that.

so he takes it, tries to claim you in every sense of the word. You’re weaker than him, possibly even an underling, so there’s definitely a power dynamic that makes it easier for him to keep control. Maybe he tries to keep you hidden, but maybe he likes to drag you around like a dog, only loaning you off to somebody else when it gets too dangerous. Either way, it’s not like you can run because he’d definitely find you. He is absolutely NOT going to lose something so important to him, not again. He’d do whatever it takes, even if it meant making himself look like the bad guy in your eyes because you understand him so well, so he’s sure he can turn your relationship back to the positive side with just a little explanation and coercion

(idk if this may be a bit ooc but… its been rotting in my brain ty for letting me dump it here)

trigger warnings/content: yandere, stalking, power dynamics, obsession, Gojo is a few years older than reader, no smut, just word vomit

It starts off small. You’re a budding sorcerer, a few years Gojo’s junior, and also a new teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, trying to adjust to your new job. Gojo takes it upon himself to mentor you. You don’t think anything of it, other than the fact that it’s a little intimidating to have the strongest sorcerer of the era to serve as your guide.

You’re strong, he can see. You’re hardened by a few rough years of working in the field, but even despite barely meeting you, your facade cracks and he can see the goodness underneath.

Gojo’s impenetrable most days. To a lot of people, he might be a loud, annoying nuisance, but to you, you see a broken man who tries to keep everyone at arm’s length at the expense of his pride and reputation as a formidable sorcerer.

Gojo’s extremely intelligent, and uses it to play his cards wisely. It took him years to build a persona that’ll prevent outsiders from ever looking in. You manage to unravel him day by day, and it almost frustrates him.

Almost.

Until he realizes there’s no point in fighting the inevitable— he’ll have to let you in eventually.

There’s a fear in Gojo’s eyes when he sees you. It’s like all tomorrows appear in a blink. Your entire essence, so good, so innocent about the cruelty of the world. It reminds him of innocence he once had in his youth. Something about you is so magnetizing, and no matter how much Gojo wants to fight it, he can’t help but be pulled in.

He wants you. And he wants you to want him. Need him. Desire him carnally in the way he does you.

Slowly, he lets you see parts of him that no one else has ever seen. His love is so overwhelming, and because it’s Satoru— with his sweet words and seemingly good intentions— he manages to have you fall for him too. And when he finally, officially has you (because let’s face it, he decided you were his long before that point), he manages to keep you under lock and key.

For your safety, he reasons.

After all— is he really the strongest if he doesn’t do what he can to keep you safe?

The rose colored glasses seem to wear off over time, and you start to see Gojo for the monster he really is.

It takes a few months of garnering courage to even attempt to begin planning your escape from him. You do it slowly, but carefully, calculating every step to make sure you don’t leave a trail behind.

You get one of the auxiliary managers to buy you a back up phone, set up a whole new bank account overseas, and eventually *secretly* book a ticket to a whole different country— one far from the grasp of Satoru Gojo.

Fate, by some miracle, seems to be on your side. Yaga calls both of you in for an emergency meeting. Gojo is being sent away on a week long mission abroad to snuff out a new curse user group that has connections to one here in Japan. You— a local mission to check out disappearances in a nearby town.

You can feel the hostility radiating from the man standing next to you. You dare to take a peek, and you see nothing but an airy smile. “Yaga, I’ll take care of their mission. It should be quick for me—“

“No, Satoru. They haven’t been on a mission in months, thanks to you being greedy and taking on everything. Being a good mentor means letting them take calculated risks.”

With that, both of you sign off on paperwork and begin to prepare for your respective missions. The atmosphere is tense in Gojo’s home— the same one he made you move into just a few months prior (“So you don’t have to worry about commuting so far. ‘Sides, there’s a lot of creeps lurking around out there, and I’m not talking about curses.”)

Gojo refuses to leave you until he makes sure that you’ll be safe. Borderline threatens Ijichi to keep a close eye on you, and the poor man is nothing short of pissing his pants.

He pulls you aside before Ijichi starts preparing the veil. One hand rests on your waist, squeezing almost a little bit too tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go, while the other tilts your chin up so you can meet his gaze.

He has his blindfold on, but you know all of his attention is on you. “I know you won’t have service inside the veil, but the second it gets lifted you’re going to call me.”

You nod, and listen like the good girl he likes you to be. With that, he gives you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves.

You manage to locate the missing victims and exorcise the curse in less than 48 hours. You do as you’re told and call Gojo. He picks up after the first ring, and you think you can hear a shuddered sigh of relief on the other line upon hearing your voice. He tells you he has to go, only because duty calls, and that he’ll talk to you soon. Be good. Update him. Don’t leave without permission.

As usual, you appease him.

You make it back home in record time, tell Ijichi to wait outside because you need him to take you somewhere.

You leave your phone behind— the one that Gojo has the location of— and shut the door with nothing but a small suitcase in tow.

Ijichi stammers, you want to go where? Alone? Does Gojo know about this?

You tell him there’s no time for questions and to start driving.

He drops you off at Narita, in the international terminal. He’s visibly sweating, no doubt fearing for both his life and yours once a certain white haired sorcerer gets back from his mission. You give him an easy smile and thank him, and he speeds off, probably to go into hiding as well.

Your hands are shaky as you hand the boarding pass to the flight crew, and the tremors don’t stop even as you take a seat inside the plane. Even when you arrive at your destination, lay down in your bed in what’s going to be your temporary home for who knows how long, does your anxiety fail to cease.

Gojo knows something is off. He’s blown up your phone with endless calls and texts, called Ijichi countless times, and even asked Yaga about your whereabouts. Nothing. Your radio silence confirms his intuition. He finishes up his mission quickly, before the one week allotment is up. The first thing he does when he steps foot in Japan is immediately teleport back home.

He’s met with silence, and hardly any trace of your cursed energy residuals to be seen. You’ve been gone for a few days, he deduces.

Anxiety starts to prickle the back of his neck, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this much concern for anyone. Are you hurt? He tries calling you again, until he hears it. The slight buzzing sound emanating from your shared bedroom.

He picks up the device and sees the log of notifications. You really were gone.

Satoru looks through your phone— messages, emails, camera roll, bank statements— anything, anything to give him a hint as to what you were up to. Nothing. That’s okay, onto the next plan, which is honestly what he should’ve done first.

Being the strongest sorcerer had its perks, but none of them were greater than his privilege to investigate into people’s background history.

You know deep down there really was no escape from Satoru Gojo. That no matter the distance, he’d find a way back to you.

So when you see Gojo sitting on your bed in your hotel room, a part of you isn’t that surprised. The rest of you is paralyzed with anxiety of what comes next. You want to run, but you can’t. Your eyes begin to shift towards the still open door, trying to assess your options, but you’re hardly given a chance to finish your thought before Gojo is in front of you, closing the door. Effectively shut away from the outside world.

He’s not wearing his blindfold, you noticed. Which means he’s probably been tracking the flow of your cursed energy the moment you stepped foot into the lobby.

His stormy gaze meets yours, and he smiles. Your stomach drops.

“So…” he starts, voice sinfully low, “thought you could get away, hm?” He’s backed you up against the door, his strong frame pressed against yours.

Words bubble up your throat but die as they reach the tip of your tongue. You don’t want to set him off. You’ve only been given small glimpses into Gojo’s more sadistic, domineering side, which he does on purpose to serve as warning. You’re not like anyone else, so I’ll be good to you. In return, you must be good for me.

You start to tremble, legs beginning to fail you— but Satoru’s there to hold you steady. He uses one hand to grip your face, squishing both of your cheeks until your lips are pursed. He watches with deep adoration and fascination at how pliant the flesh is between his fingers. It’s like you were made for him.

“I’m willing to forget that you did this,” he hums, placing a quick peck to the tip of your nose before he presses his forehead against yours. “If you promise to get in that bed with me until I’ve decided you’re forgiven.”

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost, recommend, or translate my writing on TikTok or Twitter.

[oracle-of-dream]

I LOVEEEEE your writing sm especially the riize nct and enha ones (frankly cause i only write fics of them) THE SUNGCHAN ONE I LOVEEEE it and i also love the emha series i hope it doesnt get shelved <//3 BUT ALSO SWEETNESS i hope you inspire alot of writers cause istg the riize x male reader space is SO SMALL LIKE theres probably 3 and 1 just uses the tag cause a riize member is a second lead and even the enha x male reader its suddenly all dead apparently

if you dont mind also i love the sungchan x male reader fic you did i requested it help but i cant really relate to it cause a. my fem ass cant and b. will NEVER work out fuck weights so if you can you dont have to have smut where an insecure fem gay reader thinking sungchan might not be into him cause hes either het or into masc gays so his shock when he confessed he was into him you could decide anything else thank youuuuuu

An interesting request! I don't really think about if the male POV is providing a masc or fem vibe, more that they're male. I don't really describe physical characteristics for the male POV so they're a blank slate, but I think I'll give this a shot! I may... change things a little though. As for my other work, thank you so much for liking it! I want to continue the Enha work, but I added more to my plate so I need to catch up!

Unexpected

PLEASE READ WARNINGS CLOSELY, TRIGGER WARNINGS

Summary: You've always tried to be closed off to the world around you, as hateful as it is. But one person seems to shine better than the rest, Sungchan is the only person who understands you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Attempted SA, Bullying, Homophobia, Forced undressing, Violence

Wordcount: 2.2k

Your forehead grew colder as you laid your head on the desk, looking out the window. Students laughed and talked all around you but you couldn't hear anyone. Birds in the sky, students coming to school, teachers giving lectures were all irrelevant to you when he was around... Sungchan, one of the more popular students in your class sat across the room from you. You'd known him since you were little but always kept your distance, never trying to enter his bubble.

Being openly gay put a target on your back, but you were happy not to have to hide that about yourself from anyone. The beatings were something to hide from. Most of the time you'd been picked on for being "girly", or talking funny, or some would beat you up for looking gay.

But not Sungchan. He always treated you so kindly. He'd offer his jacket, leave a snack on your desk between classes, and smile at you as you passed him in the hallway.

Your heart flew anytime you saw him. But you also knew he was just being nice. Because he's a nice person. Other than being nice, he was another straight guy who put up a front to look good in front of the girls who swooned over him. Even though you couldn't stop yourself from glancing at him, you couldn't risk your heart. You'd imagined it; asking Sungchan out and seeing the disgusted look on his face as he pushed you away, probably running off to tell everyone what you'd done.

"Y/n, you'll be partnered with Sungchan for the assignment. Now that everyone's been assigned a partner, I expect it to be done and ready to be turned in by tomorrow!" Your teacher's words snapped you out of your horrible daydream. You looked around to try and catch what you'd missed. A partner assignment, some sort of book report, and you had to be partnered with him–of all people.

You tried to pack your things quickly, maybe if you rushed out the door before he caught you–

"Y/n! We're partners!" Sungchan spoke to you cheerfully as he sat in the empty seat near you.

You lowered your head and looked at him. "Yes, seems so," You mumbled.

"We were assigned about LGBTQ rights for the book report."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you have to report on LGBTQ rights. You sighed as you packed your things into your bag, ignoring Sungchan, and headed for the door.

He followed you closely. "So did you want to meet up somewhere? Like a cafe? Or even my place?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of you, alone with Sungchan at his house. But you steeled your resolve. "You shouldn't stand so close to me, they might hate you too," You said as you walked a little faster to gain some distance.

Sungchan's long legs made it too easy to keep at your heels. "Hate me too? Someone hates you, who?"

You shrugged. "Every girl who sees me talking with you, and maybe almost every boy in the school."

"Why?"

"Don't be irritating."

"I'm not trying to be, I just want to understand!" Sungchan tried to step in front of you but you sidestepped him.

You looked over your shoulder at him. "Don't. You'll ruin things for yourself, and I'll get the worst of the hate."

Sungchan grabbed the back of your bag, pulling you to him as you tried to walk off. "At least give me your number to talk about the project. Then I'll let you go." Eyes started landing on you as Sungchan held you in place. You could hear them laughing, and teasing, and the sneers on their faces were like always. You quickly and softly told Sungchan your number, with just enough time to run before he could reply.

You ran out the school doors, around the corner, and down a few blocks. Your chest heaved to catch the air it lost, but you kept walking to put more distance between you and school. You were safer that way. Eventually, you felt calm enough to stop rushing and listened to music the rest of the way home. Music made school bearable–the whole world fell silent and moved at the pace of your songs.

Around the corner from your house, you felt a sharp tug on the back of your bag–strong enough to knock you off your feet. You hit the ground and turned to see boys from your school, they were playing basketball with Sungchan...

"Stay the hell away from Sungchan, Fag!" One shouted.

The others shouted similar comments as you tried to stay low, not looking up at them. It was better not to look at them.

You tried to crawl away but felt a sharp pain in your side as a foot collided with your side, making you crumple to the ground. The air knocked out of you as you tried not to spit up on the sidewalk.

"You think you can leave!? Gonna cry to Sungchan? Wait, what if he's turned Sungchan gay!?"

Your skin ran cold. You knew people who hated you for you, but you hated it when people hated others for who you were.

"He's not gay, he was just helping me," You groaned.

"Defending your boyfriend now? Sungchan must be gay like you–he'll even try to fuck us!" Another blow to your stomach as the boys started to crowd around you, dragging you into an alley. You were so close to home, to safety. But you could see your street getting smaller as they pulled you away, without the strength to fight back.

"W-What do we do now?" The boys chatted with each other about what to do with you now that they had you. You'd been tied up tightly with shoelaces and leaned against a wall while they huddled in a circle. "Well... We could–" The boys got quieter as they listened to the idea. Then their attention turned to you. Fear climbed up like a spider as two boys tried pulling off your pants.

"What the fuck!? Don't touch me!" You kicked at them but others joined in to restrain you.

Tears streamed down your face in fear and embarrassment as your pants were cast aside, leaving you in your underwear. The boys hesitated as they looked around, down the alley, and back at you. Your eyes were full of hate as you waited for their next move. One turned on their camera and started filming as two others slid down their pants. "Just open your mouth, gay boy. You've gone through this before, haven't you? If you want to be a girl so bad, then we'll make you one."

You squirmed and cried, your eyes closed. You were helpless as these guys were about to have their way with you, recording every second. You couldn't do anything but cry as your heart pleaded for someone. Anyone. Help!

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing to him!?"

Your eyes shot open to see Sungchan running down the alley at full speed. He jumped and kicked the closest guy, knocking him on the ground, and started punching his way to you. It wasn't long before they gave up and ran away, leaving you behind.

Sungchan chased the group a bit before turning back to you. He threw his jacket over your legs. "Are you okay? You hurt?"

You nod. "I'm fine," Your voice was weak and shaky.

Sungchan untied you and helped you to your feet. You couldn't help but feel mortified as you were half-naked in front of him, but you were grateful he saved you when he did.

"Thank you," You said softly. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, it was too embarrassing, but you could feel his eyes scanning you.

"Is your house nearby? Or should we go to my house, it's close. I can run and get you pants."

You shook your head, "My house is around the corner."

Sungchan started unbuttoning his pants, making you panic and turn around. "What are you doing!?" You shouted.

"You can't walk around without pants."

"W-What about you!?"

"You can give them back when we get to your place."

You felt Sungchan's pants fall onto your shoulder, still warm from their owner. You went to uncover yourself but stopped. "Can you look away please?"

"Right!" Sungchan turned around as he waited for you to change.

Once you slipped on his pants, which were much larger than you expected and sagged around your waist, you hit his arm. "Let's go, you perv."

"How am I a perv!?"

You didn't respond as you led him to your house, cautious of any neighbors who may be watching. Thankfully your parents were out of town, so no one could've been home to see you bringing in a handsome half-naked man with you. Inside, you took Sungchan to your bedroom and let him sit on your bed as you changed into other clothes. You also gave him his pants back.

"Thank you again, for saving me," You say as you sit on the bed.

"It's not a problem. You needed help and my body just moved." Sungchan made a gesture like he was being pulled forward.

"You're not my neighbor, or even in my neighborhood, so how did I get so lucky to have you save me?"

Sungchan's face turned pinkish. "Well, we have the project and we needed to finish it. I asked if anyone knew where you lived and the teacher gave it to me," Sungchan played with his shirt while explaining.

"That's very illegal for the teacher to do. But since it saved me, I'll skip on suing. And you could've just called me!"

"I-I don't know! I just wanted to see you again and I felt like you would've told me where you lived if I'd asked."

Your heart skipped. Sungchan wanted to see you.

"And I'll make sure those guys never bother you again," Sungchan's expression darkened at the thought of the boys who'd jumped you. "I just don't understand why they'd do it."

You laughed wryly, "They thought I turned you gay and that you were my boyfriend. Saying we're both gay and that we'd turn all the other boys gay..."

"Why would they–"

"It doesn't matter. You don't see me like that, so I don't have a chance." You cut him off sharply, the pain in your chest was too much. Having to say out loud that you had no chance with Sungchan made your heart crumble.

"And if you did have a chance?" Sungchan scooted closer to you.

"What?"

"If you had a chance to ask me out. Would you?"

You blushed. "I-I don't know. Maybe!"

Sungchan leaned closer toward you. "Would I have a chance if I asked you out?"

Your heart raced, your palms sweaty, and your eyes could only see Sungchan's sweet face. "Um, maybe?"

"I'll try something, and if either of us don't like it then we can stop," Sungchan suggested, looking in your eyes for confirmation. You nodded slowly, allowing Sungchan to initiate a kiss. First a peck, then moving into a full-blown kiss. His hand found your waist as he pulled you closer to him, making you yelp which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hands gripped his shoulders as his tongue explored you, meeting your tongue, and earning excited twitches from you. When you separated, a single strand of spit connected you before it broke. "How do you feel?" Sungchan asked.

You nodded. "I liked it, a lot."

"Then, can we kiss more often? As boyfriends?"

You jumped to your feet on instinct. "But you're straight!"

He shrugged, "Bisexual if you need an argument."

"So you mean?"

Sungchan laughed. "I've been into you since we were kids. I never knew it was something more than feeling strongly about a friend. When we hit middle school, I realized I had a crush on you but you started distancing yourself from me. And by the time we hit high school, you treated me almost like a stranger... I thought I'd done something wrong."

"I was only avoiding you because I knew I was gay and had a crush on you!"

Sungchan kissed your lips. "Then we both learned something." You giggled as Sungchan attacked you with kisses, tackling you into the bed as he cuddled you. "I think I've been in love with you for a while, and being this close to you is making my body crazy..."

You tensed. "You mean like..." Sungchan nodded, his breathing heavy as his eyes focused on your lips. "We should take things a little slower, right?" You pushed Sungchan off you, as he whined.

"Of course, whatever you want, babe."

"B-Babe?!"

Sungchan smiled. "I need to call you a nickname now. I'll keep trying more until we find something you get attached to." You rolled your eyes, embarrassed. Sungchan picked up his backpack and pulled out his textbook. "Let's knock this report out, then we can cuddle."

The next day after Sungchan had gone home, your phone blew up with texts. He was constantly checking in with you, making sure you were alright. He even sent a text of the group of boys, kneeling in the principal's office as a punishment while they got yelled at.

Everything seemed brighter and better with Sungchan. And he loved to show you off, holding your hands in the halls to tell everyone about the unexpected change. No one dared to speak out against Sungchan, so you spent more time at school learning rather than running...

[omgwhatchloe]

rdr2 characters as year 7s FOR MY BRITISH BROS also i WILL be working on my askbox asap when i get motivation

john

-skips lessons whenever hes lost (I DID THIS IN YEAR 7😭)

-everyone knows him because of arthur

-plays football and yells at the quiet kids instead of getting food

-hosea found this out and was fuming (now makes him a packlunch and forces arthur who is in year 11 to check if hes eaten it at break)

-texts dutch to pick him up early (he never does)

-tried to act like a badman until his english teacher rung home (he cried on the bus home)

-arthur helped him with his supplies so he didnt get bullied

-tells people arthur will beat them up (he wont)

-“i taught your brother!!”

-has all his lessons with kieran and makes them all miserable for him

sean

-him and lenny are ultimate duo from primary school

-gets angry phone calls from darragh after buying his entire friendgroup paninis

-throws his radnor fizz down the stairs

-gets adopted by year 10s because of his accent

-iso at least once a week

-him and lenny insist on sitting at the back of the bus to the point the year 11s dont even fight it anymore

-diabolical concoctions in food tech when he actually remembers his stuff

-considered popular

-misses the bus to school and just sneaks back into bed only to scare darragh an hour later when the school asks where he is and he replies “HE ISNT AT SCHOOL???”

-only hits other peoples vapes

-has a football tiktok account

-most negatives/detentions in year 7

lenny

-teachers hate the fact hes friends with sean, they think seans a bad influence

-they dont realise lenny just has the same amount of evil in him

-absolutely refuses to vape

-brought a nike backpack to seem cool but cant fit all his stuff in there

-starts fights in the canteen queue

-surprising amount of teachers like him

-regularly misses the bus too school but isnt allowed to just go back to bed, either gets driven or has to walk

-always get crushed on his way to lesson

-always makes sean late because he begs him to walk him to lesson

kieran

-gets lost almost everyday and freaks out

-giant backpack so he can bring every bit of stationary on earth (ppl steal pencils from him)

-hides in his english teachers room at break because john wants to beat him up

-missed the bus home because he fell over and absolutely bawled

-he thought his parents would be mad but they were actually shitting themselves (it took him FOURTY MINUTES to tell a teacher he’d missed the bus and asked them to call his parents because he had no data)

-refuses to queue for food at lunch so takes a packup instead

-he moved from the opposite high school everyone hated (he was in that school for a day) so they all hate him too

-also hate him because hes an easy target

-runs to lesson

mary beth

-runs the year 7 school tiktok account and ships people

-had a meltdown in the school bathrooms after shipping her science and english teachers (both males) because they were launching a “full investigation”

-they never found out it was her

-used a tiktok slideshow to decide what to bring to school

-was doing super well popularity wise until she went in the library one break…

-also runs to lesson

-year 11s call her cute and laugh about how small

-reads on the bus but no one bullies her because karen sits next to her

karen

-mary beths og primary school friend no matter how different they are in high school

-follows tutorials on how to skip lesson and always gets caught

-drowns the classroom in her body spray

-genuinely looks like a chav because she doesnt know makeup

-proudly beefs year 8s and wins

-lies abt her age on snap

-denies the fact shes lost and comes to almost all her lessons late

-vapes on the bus and physically fights with sean

-both of them end up getting kicked off and continue to fight

-hated by everyone on the bus because shes yelling at 8am

javier

-walks to lesson with john and gets them both lost

-coats his hair in gel every single day

-makes tiktoks on the bus until his phone dies

-spent extreme time and effort planning how he was going to look at school

-the teachers think hes funny at first but he actually is infuriating

-will probably pick music as a gcse

-john accidentally smashed his chromebook

-has all the gaming websites

-got iso for calling john a slur

micah

-immediately expelled for a hatecrime in the first week and was never heard from again

[dol-dee]

opinion on butch f!bailey? shes been a butch to me since day one

I'm right there with you! :DD I use "them" for Bailey in this post but my current "canon-ish" run has an f!Bailey, so I design with f!Bailey in mind. Although, tbf I think my Bailey, similarly to my Harper, wouldn't look much differen't between versions Bailey gives me either heavy butch (maybe futch) or androgynous vibes. I totally get why people design her as a toxic femme; think cutesy kindergarden teacher that looks utterly wholesome but is the cruelest mf around behind that sweet facade It just doesn't do much for me personally, at least in regards to Bailey. I might be totally off with this tbh (I played the game a good bit but theres probably still a lot I missed in regards to Bailey) but Bailey strikes me as someone who wouldnt care to manicure her whole looks and aesthetic to fit that sweeter than sugar image. She can appear doting and charming in a cinch, hell she is probably really good at it too, or she wouldn't have been able to stay around as long as she has, she just doesnt strike me as someone whod care enough to keep that facade up appearance wise. idk thats a lot of dedication to the bit and I just dont think she cares enough . (I gotta add in advance that these are just my opinions/reading of the character and people are ofc free to have differing opinions. Honestly thats what makes dol so interesting) I've done a few sketches for Bailey but none i'm happy enough to post yet. Here are some of my design notes though: -Almost a bit boring looking / could melt into the background -Imposing, when you get a closer look at them. (maybe a lip scar?) -I dont think i want them to be extremely buff. a bit average looking mayhaps? -Their appearance isn’t perfectly calculated or immaculate but they do look somewhat tidy. -If they have Tattoos then they’d be hidden under plain suits or dress shirts. They kinda resemble a business person or office worker. -Body Hair -My version wears big ugly thick rimmed glasses, they used to be Edens < I have a whole headcanon lmao. They help to make them appear less threatening. I like a good contrast haha PHEW! Sorry I seem to always have a lot to yap about when it comes to design related things! If you actually read all of this then thank you :DDD and also thank you for the ask this was a lot of fun <33

[n3xii]

Using tarot with loa

Ive been making post describing how i would intpret cards using loa terminology or concepts but i havent made a post explaining how tarot interacts with loa. If any other blogger has made a post on this i apologize if its repetive.

I also want to say that it doesnt matter what you want to call the phenomenon that is loa. To me, it reflects beleifs that have been held for centuries about god, conciousness and reality , but today many people learn about this phenomenon through the terminology of law of assumption so i don't mind calling it that either.

What is tarot

Tarot is a pack of 78 cards designed for divination. the classic rider deck was made by Author Edward Waite and illustrated by Pamela Cole Smith in the early 20th century, most decks created today are based off this deck. in the creation of the deck, Pamela was inspired by esoteric and pyschic visions as well as things in her real life. Waite also incorporated many concepts from religion and esoterisim into the cards, many cards have references to the kabbalah, astrology, manifestion, spell work, color symbolisim, numerology etc. The cards aren't random, meaningless pictures as some people have asserted, anyone who says that is usually to lazy to learn it so they project their lack of knowledge onto the cards.

☆★☆ Even though tarot has a system of meanings and symbolism attached to the cards, this system is very flexible and you can apply any lense onto the cards. Let's say you were a Christian using tarot; maybe you would interpret judgement to be about repentance, seeking forgiveness and holding yourself accountable. Maybe you would interpret ace of cups as holiness, purity, miracles. Tarot conforms to whatever lense you apply to the cards.

Tarot very easily conforms to the lense of loa because it already explores concepts of conciousness, states of mind, manifestion, reality. It's just a matter of applying what you know to the cards. As I've said in my tarot series, 4 of cups can represent someone not placing emphasis on undesirable things in your reality, and shifting your focus intenrally. The heirophant can represent guides, teachers, coaches, stubborn beliefs, the 9 of cups represents living in the wish fullfilled. Etc.

These interpretations don't stray from the orginal tarot meanings but give them more depth. applying the lense in which resonates with what you believe the most to tarot cards helps you understand what they mean to you personally.

Let's also address the question of whether or not tarot can predict your future.

Yes and no. It can predict what will happen, but not always. The future is not defined by tarot, the future is created by what you do in the present. Sometimes tarot will warn you or pass on information about what will happen if you continue in the state you're in. For example, I once kept getting cards warning me that I was going to have money stolen from me from a female figure who was a pisces. A few weeks later, my mother (who is a pisces) stole 50 dollars from me, I found out because I pulled the 7 of swords AGAIN and when I checked my purse my money was gone, my mom had spent it. If I listened to the warning and understood what it was saying weeks prior, i could have hidden my money and changed my reality. Soo here's my offical answer:

Tarot spontaneously gives glimpses into the future based on what you are doing now.

But for the most part, you can use tarot to reflect subconcious beliefs, what state you're in, what message you need to hear, etc it's best used as a tool to reflect your intenral world back to you because remmeber, the best way to predict the future is to create it

Using tarot to help you in the present is how most readers employ tarot cards anyways, but getting stuck in the cycle of trying to figure out what will happen to you is how people get stuck.

[study-core-101]

hiya, I am a high school student who has been off sick for the past 2 days and this is my third and last. I am honestly scared of what I will have to face going back as I know I will have to catch up on a lot, but I also find it hard to balance my self care to studying ratios when I am sick. It’s either “I’m not doing enough” or “I will die if I do more”. I also only have two hours after school where I can get any work done because I take the bus to my school as it’s in another city and by the time I’m back I feel so drained I sometimes can’t talk. Do you have any tips on keeping in top of work with little time and how to set things done efficiently? Thanks so much and I know this was a bit long but thought if I set the scene it might help :)

As someone with chronic migraines, I undertand the struggle, it is really hard to balance self-care with school, but I have a few tips/recommendations!

Find a time to study. Not time you have free, but time you have energy. We feel sicker when we dont have enough energy and pushing through that it'll just make it worse. Low energy=sicker. Days you have more classes or heavier subjects, those are out. It doesnt matter if you have an hour or two, save your energy those days. Do the assignments and study in the more chill days. I'm going to use myself as an example. On Wednesdays and Fridays I have PE and extra classes. Those days I dont even open the school bag at home. I do all the things on Tuesdays, Thursdays and if it's needed weekends, because those days I have more energy.

DRINK WATER AND HAVE A GOOD SLEEP SCHEDULE. It may not seem it doesnt matter, but it's the most important of all.

Make a list of everything you have to do for school. Decide where to start. Or make a plan. Like, "today I am going do these two assigments and tommorrow this other one". Organize your time.

Take breaks. Dont push yourself too much. You'll end up feeling worse.

For tests, find a study method that works for you. There are study methods that need long periods of time and study methods that don't take as much. Practice tests don't take as much time as blurting (it depends on the person though, these are my experiences). Dont work harder, work smarter. Find a study method that makes you learn the most in the least time.

Use your time at school. We all want to chat with our friends in class but try to finish/advance the work first. Less work for home.

Talk to the teachers, tell them you are sick. There is always going to be an asshole that will say "No excuses" but they are also a lot of teachers that will undertand and be a little more flexible, maybe give you an extension. It's worth the try.

Hope this helps!

-Jay

[studiofelix]

hi!! i saw your post about asking questions about sylvix baby when you posted it. and I couldn't think of any good questions. but i still want to hear about sylvix baby so much 🥺

SYLVIX BABYYYYYY ok to spare the rest of u ill put this under a cut. cw for trans pregnancy

ok so. i think she is an accident bc they were starting to get a little Not Careful At All and also someone told felix that u cant get pregnant on t (which is false) and he believed them. oops.

so like they decide to keep the baby and she is born and she is like a carbon copy of sylvain. with felixs nose and hair color but like basically sylvain jr. and felix is like kinda superfically mad that she doesnt really look like him but he loves that she looks so much like sylvain bc he loves sylvain so much. they name her cal bc felix wanted her legal name to be gender neutral in case she every wanted to trans her gender but they call her callie.

they love her very much and felix becomes so so soft bc of her. like the scene in parks and rec where donna is like "ur family has made u a more kind and thoughtful person" and ron is like "u take that back right now."

felix is kinda like germaphobe parent bc he tends to be more overprotective of her and sylvain is like the "let her eat sand it builds her immune system :)" parent bc they tend to have a more like "let her figure it out herself" parenting style.

i think she calls sylvain dada for her first years and then she starts calling him dad. and i think she calls felix daddy forever and thats how she differentiates the two.

i know i said felix is more overprotective but even he is not immune to big brown sylvain eyes x2 when she and sylvain wanna do smth fun. i Do think felix wants to start teaching her how to use a sword when shes like 3 and sylvain is like "Are you fucking joking. no way" and felix is like "i started sword fighting when i was her age and i turned out ok" and sylvains like "DID YOU?" and felix gives them The Look

also felix is very glad to not be the shortest one in the house finally and then she grows up to be 5'10. also shes a lesbian

felix would defend her to the ends of the earth like if her preschool teacher told him that she bit another child he would be like "well the bastard probably deserved it. so" and sylvain would be no help either bc hed be like "YEAH! what my husband said"

also she says fuck when shes like 2 and sylvain is like egging her on and they bring her over to felix like (laughing) "babe. baby listen to this. ok say it again sweety" and shes like (baby voice) "FUCK!" (baby laugh) and felix is lile "sylvain. sylvain she cant go around saying fuck. r u fucking kidding. did u teach her that"

theres probably more but thats all i can think of rn I HOPE U ENJOYED

[ellipse-society]

whats ur job like? is it tough/hard (especially as someone who also has mental health issues, but like.... who doesnt XD)? what drew u to psychology/working in a clinic? is a psych bachelers worth it in ur opinion? (or at least worth witnessing the annoying ppl u might meet in college...) what did u do for ur bachelers degree? :-D

(my eyesight is kinda blurry rn sorry if any of these r wrong/feel free to skip or avoid any of these at all :'D i hope u have a good day!!!)

Well our job is client centered so each day can vary drastically as far as how hard it is. Some days five clients are in crisis simultaneously and others we only have maybe one or two of our easiest clients scheduled. Though the work schedule is also flexible which is a perk. They basically do not care when you are there as long as you have 40 hours by the end of the week. When talking to clients we(as in everyone at the company) basically just refers to ourselves as caseworkers(we have a fancier title but it seems to only be used by our company so we would prefer not to share it publicly) even though most at the company don't see that as 100% accurate it's just the easiest way to describe it. It isn't the perfect job but we get to work in a field we enjoy and get to make a difference in people's lives so it is fulfilling for us. Basically the job is working with lower income people with mental disabilities(almost always SUD but commonly also GAD, MDD, PTSD, and Schizophrenia/schizoeffective with a few other disorders here and there on a less frequent basis) and providing them with coping skills and access to resources in the community for basic needs like food, housing, work, access to medication, ect. Our goal is to help the client improve enough that they can be independent and graduate from services. We also regularly meet clients out in the community instead of at the clinic so a lot of driving is also involved which is sometimes good sometimes annoying depending on the area of town.

I don't think our mental health has really negatively effected us at our job. It has been a jumping off point for building rapport more than once though so it may be more of a positive. We have had more than one client relieved that we are autistic because either they have the disorder or know someone with the disorder and like that there is a level of understanding there.

I mean we were drawn to psychology due to our own mental health struggles and those of our family(also maybe a bit of autistic special interest lol). We have always wanted a job where we can help others and we were basically unprofessional councilors for our family and friends long before we had our psychology degree. It is just something we naturally do. We also switched majors in college(from secondary education theater and speech) and our general psychology teacher was one of our favorites. She made the topic interesting. When we were switching majors we took a bunch of classes in different fields we were interested in for a semester and psychology was the one that stood out again. We did a project on parenting styles in that class that made us realize a lot about our childhood and better come to terms with it.

I mean whether or not a psych bachelor's is worth it is based on what you want to do. There are many psychology jobs that are gatekept behind graduate school so you may not be able to get the perfect job with just a bachelor's. That being said most fields are looking for someone educated in psychology. It can definitely look better on an application than some other degrees as far as applying for jobs not directly related to the field. We had to go to one of our schools job fairs once(in a gym so sensory overload to the max) and almost every table called us over due to us majoring in psychology while we were avoiding as many people as possible while they were not doing that for people from some other majors that were more active about looking. It is basically a desirable major for many employers but getting an actual psychology focused job that accepts just a bachelor's may be hard to find.

We aren't sure what you mean by what we did for our bachelor's degree so if you want to send in another ask about that if we answer it in a way you didn't intend it to be answered feel free. Our school was very research based as far as how it taught psychology. Basically junior and senior year every student was required to run one study(junior year as a group and senior year solo) and a lot of general psych classes required study participation and other classes often provided extra credit so that people could get their participants. The solo one we did senior year was full of technical difficulties and the results would never be applied anywhere by any logical person so we don't tend to talk about that one but the one we did junior year we loved and it got us second place in our category when we presented it at our schools recheach symposium(and we were in the same category as the person who won best overall). Basically we were looking at how word bolding and amount of time with a piece of text affected memory. We found that(obviously) the more time someone had with the text the better it was remembered but the cool thing we found was that while if a word relevant to the memory quiz was bolded it improved performance there was no significant difference between the control and those that had irrelevant/distractor words bolded. Basically even if you were to bold the wrong words you aren't hindering ones retention so bolding words could only have a positive not a negative effect per our results. A lot of teachers were really interested in our results on that one and we are proud of it. Though not the most proud of our research paper on it because English has always been where we struggle most lol.

Oh and thank you for the questions. Hope you have a good day too.

[transmutationisms]

another obvious highschool student here, any tips on how to deal with a classmate using chatgpt and getting rewarded with honors? in terms of accepting and making my peace with it, i mean. i see the light now haha and i agree with you but it hurts to see, especially since over here, ranking positions determine the scholarship/financial aid that you can get. i know that being "less good" at essay writing doesnt mean that theyre less worthy of receiving education, i do get that. it just sucks being in a system that rewards so arbitrarily, and despite trying to adhere to the shitty rules, still being beat out by an ai in the end. should i try to speak about this with an adult? should i just use chatgpt now too? the worst part is i do enjoy essay writing (though i know im not very good at it)

like, i'm sympathetic to your plight here, but you and your classmate are both operating within the same shitty system. this person is not your enemy, they're just someone else trying to get the same rewards you want. i'm sure you already kind of know this, but the parameters here (grades determining financial aid, financial aid determining access to higher ed, higher ed determining future earning potential, &c) are all so fucked that i can only feel bad for all of the students in your position, regardless of what tools they're using to try to deal with it. i would not ever tattle on someone for this type of behaviour—again, i understand your concern about your own position, but using the levers of academic power to fuck someone else over is just not a decision i could ever defend lol.

anyway, frankly, chatgpt produces shitty papers. it's not a brain, it's just picking words and phrases based on whatever is statistically probable in the corpus it was trained on—so it's not really capable of doing any actual analysis. it's at best just listing facts, at worst generating those facts and then listing them. if your classmate is genuinely getting good marks on these papers... i'm sorry to say but your teachers are either not reading them, or are using such an incredibly fucked rubric that you should frankly give up on the idea that this marking is helping you to improve your own ability to communicate an argument in writing. i don't think it would be immoral or anything for you to just use chatgpt yourself, tho of course i would recommend utmost caution about the risk of being caught and punished. like you, i do enjoy essay-writing, and i hope that you continue to do it if it's something you continue to enjoy—but you can learn and practice this skill outside of an academic context, and again, if your grading system is rewarding chatgpt essays then i honestly don't think it's capable of teaching you good essay-writing anyway.

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

CHAPTERS SEVENTEEN - PURPLE LILACS.

WORDS - 3,571.

RATING - 18+. [kissing, foreplay, handjob, fingering, multiple partners, oral masc and fem receiving and intercourse, plus isabella is a city girl basically].

SUMMARY - isabella is one to get what she wants and when she doesnt get it from a certain person, she gets it from the next. [do not hate me because of this chapter].

if you want to join a the last of us discord/joel miller discord here you go! 𓆩♡𓆪

Contended and upbeat, Isabella sat on the mini seat that propped her in front of the desk mirror as she equipped herself for the date with Joel, justly, Isabella hadn’t told her children about her social engagement with Joel, uprightly. Until the moment they asked her why she was dolling herself up, the instant Isabella informed her children that Joel invited her for dinner, they were genuinely shocked but it did wear off.

Isabella had a savvy of being able to courtship whichever person she wanted; both Ivy and Venus pleaded to help their mother to prepare herself for her date as Robin stood against the doorframe, bothered by his mother’s amour with his gun training teacher.

“You’re doing this again?” Robin asked, disappointed, the three girls curved to look at the Rosalind boy who had his arms folded with a despondent look on his face. “This happens all the time, you always get close to my teachers and they all somehow end up fucking up and I’m not allowed to get lessons from them anymore.”

“Robin, I understand your trouble, but I have a feeling this time it’s not going to happen,” Isabella dolefully replied but unmoved by her comment, Robin unhappily left his mother’s bedroom leaving the three girls alone. Not wanting to contemplate on her conversation with Robin; Isabella, Ivy and Venus continued to prepare for the date, straightening her hair, and having think pieces of what she should add onto her outfit.

Her attire dark, as she wore an off the shoulders black top that had flares, her dark trousers followed the same style as her top as they were bell bottom flares, black boots and silver hooped earrings. Her once curly hair, flattened and long as her girls framed her body, proud and ecstatic of their work.

After she knocked on the Miller man’s door, she mounted in front of the wooden closed opening, hands wrapped around each other she nervously waited for the man to open the door. Isabella wasn’t one to be apprehensive or uneasy about her dates, but there was an unspecified thing about Joel that caused Isabella to fluster, it might’ve been his calm exterior, his strength or his physical characteristic, either way, there was an impatient fervor that pleaded Isabella to pounce on the strong man whenever she saw him.

Finally, Joel opened the door, taken away but the stunning woman who stood before him. Joel himself looked terrific, he wore a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up, with black trousers paired with brown shoes. He looked cleaner than usual, even though Isabella longed for his usual scruffy appearance, this graceful style he displayed complimented him.

Dazed and floored by Isabella’s image, he uncontrollably smiled at the woman before letting her in. “You look amazing.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she gracefully teased during the moment Joel adroitly took off her jacket and hung them heretofore he guided her into his dining room, the main glimpse being the wooden square table that had a dark red cloth flattened on top of it in a diamond shape, on top of the fabric were two plates at opposite each other, both brimmed with a delicious meal. Next to each plate stood a high wine glass yet to be filled, excited to try out the food Joel has made for the both of them, Joel guided the femme fatale to her seat and sat on the chair adjacent to hers.

“Hope you like the food, I’m not good at cooking like you.”

Isabella smiled at his timid behaviour, grateful for his efforts. “I’m sure the food will be nice Joel,” she gingerly reassured before she started to take a bite of the food just as Joel opened the wine and began to fill their wine glasses.

“So, do the children know you’re with me?”

“Yes, Ivy and Venus helped me get ready for the date, they were happy for me, aside from Robin, he was quite upset at the fact that I was going on a date with his gun training teacher.”

Joel chuckled, “yeah, Robin informed me that you were quite the femme fatale in previous communities.”

“Were? I still am,” she grinned not denying anything.

“Well, of course you are, you’re a gorgeous woman.”

Amused, Isabella picked up her glass, moved by his compliment, she thanked him ere she took a sip of the beverage afore she continued to eat her food.

“Thank you for finally inviting me to your cabin, I was starting to get suspicious,” Ivy comically joked the moment Ellie opened her door and allowed the eldest Rosalind sibling to arrive in Ellie’s lodge. Ellie dryly chuckled at Ivy’s comment her eyes sneakily watched Ivy’s backside during the moment she sauntered in, entertained, Ellie closed the door and led her girlfriend to her sofa.

“Well, I was kind of getting bored with the layout of your home so, I guess why not,” Ellie covertly joked back as she watched Ivy roll her eyes at her.

“I told you I will design my room soon,” she clicked her tongue then pretended to be upset at the auburn-haired girl who brought Ivy into a hug to calm down her sulky attitude.

As she brought Ivy closer to her chest so she could be able to rest her face against the top of Ivy’s cranium, Ellie chuckled against the Rosalind girl’s head, amused. “You say that all the time,” Ellie quickly said heretofore she kissed the top of Ivy’s head, “has anything happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened after you tell me what happened,” Ivy responded.

Ellie dramatically sighed. “Nothing much has happened, the only thing was that I patrolled with Dina, Jesse and his patrolling partner,” Ellie sluggishly explained as she felt Ivy giggle against her chest area.

“You’re right, that was boring,” Ivy said as she pushed herself off Ellie’s figure so she could sit next to her. “You know I was right, Dina reacted fine that day.”

“Okay, maybe I was overreacting the other day,” Ellie said ere she poked Ivy’s side, “you haven’t told me what’s happening with your life.”

Ivy leaned her head back with a wide smile plastered on her face. “My mum and Joel are on a date.”

Shocked, Ellie knitted both of her eyebrows upwards, stunned yet happy that Joel was moving on with his life, “but people have been speaking about your mother and Adam being a thing.”

Ivy shrugged her shoulders, “it was unrequited, Adam liked my mum and got her flowers all the time,” she lethargically explained during the moment Ellie switched on her television so the two could drown themselves with whichever show or movie that interested them.

Venus sat on top of Robin’s bed, her eyes indulged and pampered by the strict and descriptive words in the Fire and Blood novel. Caught up on her published file until someone loudly knocked against Robin’s cabin door, both suddenly alert, Robin briskly answered the door to examine whoever was behind the once closed opening of the cabin, and there stood Scarlett.

Both taking the Rosalind siblings by surprise, once noticing that his younger sister accompanied him. Scarlett instantly internally regrated making her way here.

“I’ll go,” Scarlett signified as she intended to leave the premises but was stopped by the younger girl in the cabin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to go,” Venus aforesaid as she picked up her belongings, during the moment, she appointed Robin a glimpse ere she exited Robin’s cabin after bidding the two a goodbye.

Embarrassed, Scarlett gave her attention to the ground that slowly formed snow from the soft ice that fell from the sky, annoyed at herself, Scarlett brought herself to apologise to Robin who stood close to her but by the opening of his front door. “I’m sorry,” she uttered, disconcerted but Robin was carefree about her intrusion and invited Scarlett into his home since it was too cold for her to be outside.

“How comes you’re here though?” Robin calmly questioned during the time period he locked his cabin door.

Shy, Scarlett brought out the piece of paper that Robin didn’t regard, she revealed that the paper was a drawing of him, nevertheless, Robin remarked that the drawing style was of Sailor Moon and an involuntarily smile appeared on his face.

“I don’t mean to be weird; I usually draw my friends.”

Thankful, Robin took the drawing away from Scarlett as he examined it well, it also made him laugh about how stylised he looked. “Thank you, I’ll hang this on my wall,” he mentions to her whilst he sauntered to his desk to place down the illustration on his table.

“If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

Robin curved to look at Scarlett, stunned at how awkward she looked. Robin remarked she almost looked insecure and that was the last thing Robin wanted Scarlett to feel. “No, I want you to be here.”

Taken aback, Scarlett stood gracelessly in Robin’s lodge, her cheeks coral and bloodshot with her eyes dazed by the generosity of the Rosalind boy, it’s been so long since Scarlett has had anyone who was genuinely kind of her, people were usually kind of her due to how timid she was and they feared of breaking her as if she were a glass vase. On the other hand, something about Robin displayed to Scarlett that Robin was being noble to her because he actually wanted to be her friend.

Huddled against each other, Isabella and Joel wrapped their upper limbs around each other as their eyes were fixated on the screen that played a cheesy romantic movie.

“Thank you for going to Seth,” Isabella gracefully thanked once again, her hand moved to Joel’s chest as her head rested against his shoulder. “You didn’t need to do it, but you did anyways.”

“You’re welcome,” Joel timidly muttered, “I did what I thought it was right.”

Isabella simpered at his sudden shy attitude. “You’re my knight in shining armour,” she lithely joked, Joel laughed at her effortless charming behaviour, banqueted by her allure. Isabella was exact, even though he was too apprehensive to think or say it, Joel did want to be her knight in shining armour and keep her distant from all the danger he could think of.

“I just remembered something,” Joel sportively conveyed during the moment he drew himself away from Isabella’s grasp she internally pouted at the lack of his warm presence. Joel quickly entered his kitchen and hastily returned with a bouquet of purple lilacs that happily stood and brightly radiated in his grasp. “Robin told me you’re someone who likes gardening, flowers and flower language.”

Contended, Isabella smelt the flowers she received them from the Miller man. “Do you know what purple lilacs mean?”

“Yes,” he gestured with his head, proud of his small achievement, “they mean the beginning of love.”

Isabella beamed a smile, contended by his knowledge, moved by his insight, Isabella pressed her lips against his ere she enveloped him into a kiss that was hastily returned, as she put the flowers aside, Isabella cupped the right side of Joel’s face with her closer hand. With adoration, Isabella brought her figure closer to his physique, “I want to do something for you.”

“What is it?” Joel lowly muttered, his breath fanned against her face as he felt his body begin to heat.

“You’ll know,” she mildly whispered as she moved the hand she used to hold Joel’s face to his crotch, unzipped his trousers and hungrily pulled out his cock, her dainty hand wrapped around his large and long figure. Without a thought in her head, she brought herself to please his staff, her lips still pressed against his mouth as she allowed him to moan into her mouth whilst she dragged her closed hand rhythmically.

Her mouth puckered against his skin, trailed to his neck while her thumb circled his tip and played with his pre-cum. With his whimpers that echoed in her ear, Isabella hauled her face closer to his member, her hand still worked his cock, enthusiastic and confident with the way his strong moans left his mouth ere her tongue danced on the beginning of his dick she could hear Joel sigh in relief when his dick was met with her wet warmth.

His hands tight as he tried his best not to move so much, but with the way her mouth dragged down his circled edges riled him enough to grab her hair and push her cranium down enough for her to gag. Contrite to his rapid actions, Joel immediately stopped his strident behaviour and softened his grip on her head.

Isabella moved off the sofa and to the floor so she could put herself between Joel’s legs and have a more comfortable angle, her constraint still on his dick, quickly moved her hand to restraint the heat around his staff, eagerly, she returned to wrap her mouth around his cock, eyes locked into his as his staff sunk down her throat.

With both of his hands that held her face, her abundant brown eyes stared into his as she used her mouth to strike all the pleasurable triggers around his shaft. The doe look triggered a primal nature in the man, with no speculation, the man began to thrust his hips, pleased by her tongue that worked around his cock.

“Christ,” he lowly moaned, body tense and eyes blurred, Joel dragged his hand into her locks as he fucked her mouth. The sense of Isabella being his shaped him insane, the central nature to protect and possess her shook all over him whilst he felt himself release down her throat.

Submissively swallowing his warm load, Isabella wiped the wet excess around her mouth with the back of her hand fore she climbed up his now bare lap. Straddled him while she took off her upper clothing to reveal her breast to him, he happily kissed and sucked on her nipples the moment he saw her hardened tits.

With her breathy moans, Isabella’s left arm wrapped around his shoulders as she guided his hand with her other hand towards her wet heat after they helped each other take off her trousers. The pad of his finger rubbed circles on her clit as she let out a frustrated moan.

With his digits that slid down her heat and hemmed in her warmness; besides her lips latched onto his mouth, Isabella moaned during the brief moment Joel invited his fingers in her cunt. His fingers curved and hastily stroked her coating, erotically teased the knot of her weakness.

Accompanied with Isabella who grinded her hips to the rhythm of his movements, she could experience herself wanting to climax as her the heat to her hotness amplified, with whiny sobs, the arm that was wrapped Joel’s shoulders tightened and she pressed his face against her breast harder as she encouraged him to go faster, while she could feel herself wanting the cum, the girl was quickly met with an empty coldness.

“I can’t do it.”

“What, why?” She questioned in a hushed tone, genuinely confused at his sudden halt. Embarrassed, Joel kept quiet while the bewildered woman pulled herself off his lap. The silence between them awkward during the brief time period Isabella hauled on her clothes. “I’ll be going,” Isabella gracelessly breathed.

“I’ll see you out,” Joel said in a hushed tone whilst he put on his attire, embarrassed about how he managed to ruin the intimidate showdown.

Silent between the both of them, the duo walked towards the closed door, at the same time she forgot the flowers Isabella calmly waved him a short goodbye ere she left his property.

Isabella would blame her desperate spirit on Joel as she appeared in front of the door of the Lorde mansion.  Her hair not too cluttered for the woman to be inquired by the Lorde man who stood opposite her, dazed to why she arose to his home.

Nevertheless, the characteristic in her eyes told Adam everything, who then briskly pulled the woman into a buried kiss, his free hand shut the door behind her before he enveloped his arms around her waist, his plump lips sucked on her mouth while Adam quickly guided her into the closest room. The duo hurriedly took each other’s clothes off till their bare bodies pressed against each other.

Silently, Adam gestured Isabella to gently jump so she could wrap her legs around his waist, their caress passionate and erotic as Adam moved his hips so his hardened cock could tease the opening of her heat which commenced the woman to loudly moan into his mouth, her hair dangled at the left side of her face while his hands groped her buttocks while the two of them grinded on each other’s impatient areas.

Adam suddenly knelt down so he could press Isabella’s back against the floor, desirous and curious about her taste during the time his kisses travelled down her figure to the racy scent that encouraged him to lick and eat the wetness that welcomed his lips, his mouth pressed around her stiff clit while his tongue lapped against the bud, fingers pressed between the inner thighs as Isabella released a relieved moan, the back of her left arm drooped across her face while she spread her legs wider for Adam to get a better view and taste.

Fulfilled and pleased, Adam harshly stroked the length of his textured tongue against her clit, needled and pleased the bud with the point of his tongue that whirled on her swelled organ before he sucked on it again. The middle finger on his right hand quickly slipped inside her imploring hole, arched and inspired to make the woman orgasm in the time Adam imbibed her rigid clit that threatened to discharge the woman into an climax.

Her moans high as Adam shoved another finger inside her pussy, attached and hooked on her taste and making her cum. Adam moaned against her heat, his strength on his sucking became harder and Isabella began to rub her moist char against his face, the wetness of her nimiety coated his face as she loudly released against his face. Adam too bewitched to move his face away from her pussy resumed to suck on her heat, lap his tongue on her weak areas as Isabella felt a frustrated cry release from her opened mouth, her legs pulled closer to her upper body as she rounded her hands at the back of her knees whilst Adam obsessively stroked his tongue against her juices, triggering the woman to surrender a clear liquid out of herself as her mouth formed into a pornographic whine as her body twitched in overstimulation.

Finally, he pulled his face away from her legs and tugged himself closer to Isabella’s face anteriorly he pressed his mouth against hers, hungrily embraced the beautiful woman into another lewd and obscene kiss, her legs returned around his legs as she pressed his hips against hers while the two wrapped each other’s arms around one another. As Adam pulled his mouth away from Isabella’s face, in love and wistful, he stared into her eyes, aroused and prurient. “I’ll do anything for you, Isabella.”

“Would you?” Isabella lustfully whispered and Adam nodded his head, submissive to her needs. “Then fuck me.”

Compliant and obedient, Adam pressed his lips against her neck at the same time he buried his long length into her pussy, her heat opening up for his cock that curved into her body. Isabella released a long sigh as her eyes rolled back at the feeling of his length, her heat coated around his dick while Adam moaned against her neck, his body tight in lewd emotion before he gently pulled out and harshly bucked his hips against hers, roughly striking her gem repeatedly. His actions harsh but passionate and fast, his arms tight around her body while he continued to thrust his cock into her.

Slowly picked up the pace, obsessed with the sound of their skins that slapped against one another other while her dampness painted his cock, both their moans in sensual erotic sync in the act of Adam who bucked his cock forwards greedy of her presence and moisture. Groped her breast and actively sucked on her nipples and on whatever he could take on. Adam’s hip thrusts became faster and Isabella’s moans shifted higher, her fingers raked into his hairs, gripped onto his brown locks, pleased by his skilled tongue that circled around her tit during the moment he moved quicker.

Easily released another orgasm, her lower limbs cramped around his waist during the time she climaxed as his curved shaft belted against her good spot numerous of times, her tightness triggered a beastlike and brute spirit in Adam who then uncontrollably moved his body, savagely he released inside of her, his brute form stubborn on letting her go while he continued to milk himself inside her body, his moans audible in her ear at the same time he emptied himself.

Breathed out heavily once he pulled himself out of her, already craved her warmth once again but exhausted and prostrated to go another round while he slumped his body next to hers, sapped and wearied of their engagement, but fulfilled of it.

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EPISODE 2 BAD BUDDY OS2 LETS GOOOOO im so freaking excited holy hell 

i still cant believe that patpran and earthmix are going to INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER??? AND EXIST IN THE SAME SPACE???? HOLY HELLLLLL 

wait hang on 

will we get longtae?? pls give us longtae i need to see my boy 

WAIT hang on how does this work. how do bad buddy and 1000stars exist in the same space if drake plays korn and also rang. i need to make some kind of murder board of the connections between shows holy hell 

tut tut, phu, you need to take care of yourself for goodness sake 

pran is too autistic for this, he doesnt know how to Social Situation and communicate what he was actually trying to say and now they think he wants to be a teacher 

also im gonna slide past the phutian relationship problems bc i dont want to think about it. my dads are not getting a divorce, and thats final 

hang on. there’s new kids now??? where the hell did they come from? 

tian’s teacher frustration is so real 

autism 

HEY 

LOOK AT THAT 

ACTUAL REPRESENTATION OF SOME KIND 

THATS AWESOME 

I KNEW HE WASNT NEUROTYPICAL 

FJEHSBGKVJREB 

i know ocd is an anxiety disorder but there’s a lot of overlapping symptoms and apparently autistic people are more likely to experience ocd 

and even if its just ocd, im still allowed to hc him as autistic 

but either way HELL YEAH REPRESENTATION AND ITS CANONICAL AND ITS NOT JUST IN HIS HABITS ITS AN ACTUAL CANONICAL DIAGNOSIS GJERBDHBDRT 

MY BOY! 

(definitely didnt completely forget about him) 

his gaydar is going off so much he can smell it (i made the screenshot too big and now phupha in the foreground is making me laugh so hard omg- i swear its the funniest thing ever. im probably tired. its 1:30am) 

THE LOOKS PATPRAN GAVE EACH OTHER WHILE PHUTIAN WERE INTERACTING- THE GAYDARS THE GAYDARS 

(yes, i know they already know about phutian bc of tian’s online diary thingy, but it still counts) 

i wanna read this diary so bad but i cant read thai. and also idk where i would find it. its probably online somewhere. it might be a merch thing. who knows man 

GEHRKDBGV THE FLASHBACKS WHILE HES READING 

IM CRYING 

“why would a good guy come to watch me take a shower?” THE LOOKS PATPRAN JUST GAVE EACH OTHER- OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 

THE LOOKS THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE 

ITS SO FUNNY 

I LOVE THIS 

iconic 

i love everything about this so so so much 

the amount of joy that just this one image brings me? help 

ive been wondering why they keep making those movies 

wait hang on 

guys i think we might actually be onto something 

on another but related note: what do you guys spend 25 minutes doing at 2 in the morning when you should be sleeping? cos apparently i make beautiful atrocities like that. 

anyway. 

theyre like little kids, “he liked me first” “NO HE LIKED ME FIRST” 

this is starting to sound very familiar 

pran screaming at the waterfall reminds me of patpran screaming off the top of the hill at the beach 

THEY ARE PLAYING IN THE WATERRRR I LOVE THEMMMMMM 

“i think they kissed” “agreed” “they certainly did” “i agree” okay they didnt but they absolutely should have and we all wanted them to 

they so in loveeee i love themmmmm 

IM SCREAMING AS QUIETLY AS I POSSIBLY CAN, HOLY HELL THE FREAKING PARALLELS 

hah, you bloody americans, they probably had to google what 18ºC is in fahrenheit, but i, a superior australian, know that that is... warmer than it has been recently. its currently 13º. its really weird, im not used to it getting this cold, even in winter, and winter only technically started two days ago. anyway, enough about abnormal australian weather, back to patpran 

i love them so much 

pat, i- 

HELL YES 

OISHIIIII 

FINALLY 

the kid demanding payment through sips of oishi tea? thats my kinda style 

id adopt that kid if i had to. 

i hate kids 

but ice tea? it bonds people. 

lucky kid 

i rly like this karaoke idea, i was wondering how they were gonna incorporate the ost but i guess pat’s gonna sing it 

P’AUUUU 

I THOUGHT I RECOGNISED HIM IN THE BACKGROUND EARLIER AND I WAS RIGHT 

HELLO P’AU HOW ARE YOU 

“actually, my boyfriend and i also fought about who fell for the other first. but in the end, it isnt important. what matters more is that we love each other” AWWWWBHFGHBR 

OH 

ITS THE SONG 

ITS THAT SONG 

GEIURHGUKERJBGHJK 

YAYYYY PHUTIAN ARE SNUGGLINGGGG 

IM SMILING SO HARD ITS DIFFICULT TO SEE 

i love him 

THE SIGNATURE FISTBUMP RJDGBJR 

i love them 

NOOOOO THEY STILL HAVENT MADE UP, GOSH FREAKING DARNNIT 

ooooo phu vs pat drinking challenge, this’ll be fun 

i really like how the young ones are giving advice to the older ones for a change, its very nice. and also just goes to show how powerful patpran are 

omg this kid is everywhere, i love him 

the pure RELIEF when they both see that they are, in fact, wearing pants. 

BRO THAT WAS STRESSFUL 

PRAN NEARLY DIED 

its so funny to me how intense the music is rn 

OF FREAKING COURSE 

well at least we know that means we’ll get more patpran next week, we dont have to say goodbye to them today 

anyway that was wonderful, its 3am and i feel fine currently, cant wait to feel like a dead banana peel tomorrow, goodnight folks, see you next time! 

[wundersmith-squall]

Ooooh, okay. Descision making isn't really my strongest suit but I am curious as at how/if Squall meets (and possibly befriends) Jupiter and Unit 919?

I completely understand- its not my strong suit either!

Goodd topicc- Jupiter I can answer now, but I'll have to get back to you on Unit 919, I haven't really thought about it yet!

In my head, Mog tells Jupiter she's gotten into an apprenticeship with Squall pretty quickly, and though he's worried about her safety, he agrees to let it happen as long as he could be there whenever they practiced, to keep an eye on Ezra. Like I said in the last post about him, Ezra starts out as a frustrated and easily angered teacher. Jupiter enters the situation with a deep level of distrust, but over time, as Ezra gets more comfortable around Mog and Jupiter and starts to get a little attached to his new apprentice, Jupiter can see this change occurring in him, and though he still doesnt trust the wundersmith, he can tell that Squall definitely isnt trying to hurt Mog. The fic writer in my head thinks that an accident happens in one of the lessons, and Morrigan almost gets hurt. Jupiter gets angry, his protective side flaring. The two go to Jove's office, and Jupiter goes off at him, angry at himself for even almost trusting the Wundersmith. Ezra, meanwhile, is getting flashbacks to his trial, to what he used to hear about himself on the news, all the accusations of being a monster and an intentional murder and just breaks down under Jupiter's anger, Jupiter, the man whose company he'd actually started to enjoy, turning on him like everyone else, and he deserved it, he'd almost hurt someone else, and it was his fault again, and he just, tells Jupiter everything. How he became a wundersmith in the first place, what led to Courage Square, how he never meant to hurt anyone, how he's trying his best to do better. It was likely the first time he'd ever told the story to anyone in full, not liking to dwell on past events he couldn't change. Talking to Jupiter was, perfect though, because Jupiter could see that he wasn't lying. That the words he said were the truth of the situation. After that meeting, Jupiter treated Ezra differently. Jupiter allowed himself to look past what he'd been told of Squall to see who he was now. He helped Ezra become a better teacher, and more comfortable interacting with people. Ezra began to seek out Jove's company, because Jupiter was the one person he didn't have anything to hide from. The two became fast friends after a while, having similar flairs for showmanship, and the same desire to protect and train Mog. Ezra, Jove, and Mog absolutely get into wunderous chaos at least once a fortnight (harmless, usually, but very fun).

I'll spin Ezra and Unit 919 around for a while and come back to you when I come up with something! I hope this was an enjoyable answer, and feel free to send me more asks if you ever want to, i love rambling about him!

[cartoon-skeleton]

while drafting my comic teachers wanted nelly's feelings for cosmo to be more explicit in one direction (either romantic or platonic) and to that i say, simply, it doesnt really matter to the story HOW they love each other, just that they DO. but SECONDLY, it's simply too predictable if an angel-coded alien randomly falls out of the sky and the protagonist immediately falls in love with him. obviously, if it were GOING to happen at all, it would be one thousand times better if the angel-coded alien fell out of the sky and then became smitten with a loser who has the nervous sweats so bad that he walks around half naked on a daily basis and has zero swag. why? um because he was the only person on the entire planet that showed him kindness. DUH!!!!!!!! nervvy nelly is a loser but he is empathetic and has the unrelenting urge to be useful and helpful. cosmo is a chronic loner who has traveled around the universe solo because of his disdain for the lack of kindness he has consistently observed in others. DUH again. even though i cut that tidbit of cosmo lore out of the final cut so how would anyone know that except for me. oopsy. WELL YOU CAN INFER IT! put on your thinking cap