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[communistkenobi]

(taken from a post about AI)

speaking as someone who has had to grade virtually every kind of undergraduate assignment you can think of for the past six years (essays, labs, multiple choice tests, oral presentations, class participation, quizzes, field work assignments, etc), it is wild how out-of-touch-with-reality people’s perceptions of university grading schemes are. they are a mass standardised measurement used to prove the legitimacy of your degree, not how much you’ve learned. Those things aren’t completely unrelated to one another of course, but they are very different targets to meet. It is standard practice for professors to have a very clear idea of what the grade distribution for their classes are before each semester begins, and tenure-track assessments (at least some of the ones I’ve seen) are partially judged on a professors classes’ grade distributions - handing out too many A’s is considered a bad thing because it inflates student GPAs relative to other departments, faculties, and universities, and makes classes “too easy,” ie, reduces the legitimate of the degree they earn. I have been instructed many times by professors to grade easier or harder throughout the term to meet those target averages, because those targets are the expected distribution of grades in a standardised educational setting. It is standard practice for teaching assistants to report their grade averages to one another to make sure grade distributions are consistent. there’s a reason profs sometimes curve grades if the class tanks an assignment or test, and it’s generally not because they’re being nice!

this is why AI and chatgpt so quickly expanded into academia - it’s not because this new generation is the laziest, stupidest, most illiterate batch of teenagers the world has ever seen (what an original observation you’ve made there!), it’s because education has a mass standard data format that is very easily replicable by programs trained on, yanno, large volumes of data. And sure the essays generated by chatgpt are vacuous, uncompelling, and full of factual errors, but again, speaking as someone who has graded thousands of essays written by undergrads, that’s not exactly a new phenomenon lol

I think if you want to be productively angry at ChatGPT/AI usage in academia (I saw a recent post complaining that people were using it to write emails of all things, as if emails are some sacred form of communication), your anger needs to be directed at how easily automated many undergraduate assignments are. Or maybe your professors calculating in advance that the class average will be 72% is the single best way to run a university! Who knows. But part of the emotional stakes in this that I think are hard for people to admit to, much less let go of, is that AI reveals how rote, meaningless, and silly a lot of university education is - you are not a special little genius who is better than everyone else for having a Bachelor’s degree, you have succeeded in moving through standardised post-secondary education. This is part of the reason why disabled people are systematically barred from education, because disability accommodations require a break from this standardised format, and that means disabled people are framed as lazy cheaters who “get more time and help than everyone else.” If an AI can spit out a C+ undergraduate essay, that of course threatens your sense of superiority, and we can’t have that, can we?

[jokerislandgirl32]

Wild Kratts Academy?

Okay, this might be a bit of an out of the box idea, but what if the Wild Kratts Crew hosted a school or summer camp for the Wild Kratts kids (and any of the fankids created by members of the WK fandom)?

It could either be like a boarding school situation where the children travel/live with the Wild Kratts for a certain part of the year, and they are with their families the rest of the year.

Or, it could be a summer camp type deal where they join the Kratts for the summer and hone in on important educational skills and animal/environmental knowledge (I feel like this is probably the more logical option, but I’ll explain both scenarios below the cut).

For the boarding school option….During the time they are with the Wild Kratts, they would learn not only basic skills (reading, writing, math), but there would, obviously, be a huge emphasis on science/creatures! Namely, science or creature based activities would be utilized to help teach the children.

For example: The kids need to learn their letters and sounds, so they will go find creatures whose names begin with those letters/sounds. Or, the children need to learn counting: welp, let’s take them out to count the number of elephants in the herd. And those are just some basic/kindergarten level examples (kindergarten educator here 😂).

Different members of the Wild Kratts team would be assigned to different subjects and age groups. All members would assist with the science part of course, but they could each take specific subjects/age groups.

Perhaps Koki could teach reading/language arts to younger children. Chris could teach math to older students. And so on. (I’m just brainstorming here, I’m not sure which subjects would fit which WK member best, if anyone has any advice or suggestions, feel free to add them in a reblog!)

I also love the idea of the villains, redeemed in this scenario of course, taking part in the learning venture. I feel like Donita would be a fabulous animal (inspired) art teacher. Gourmand a wonderful culinary teacher, specializing in vegetarian meals or foods that are made to look like animals, but are not made from animals.

For the summer camp option, it would be much of the same concept, but instead of having an emphasis on educational activities geared to learn core content knowledge, the activities would be focused solely on science/animal/environment based learning.

With this option, I feel like Aviva would take on a great part of the leadership role, and she would formulate the camp activities to reflect those similar to the experiences she and Zach shared at science camp as children.

Speaking of Zach and the villains…

Funding for such a program could come from grants or donations, and I feel like Zach, and to a lesser extent Donita, Gourmand, and Paisley, would be the individuals responsible for many of these monetary aids.

In turning to the side of good they wanted to help the future generations not turn to villainy against animals and the environment like they had. So, they would use their own money to help ensure the program is well funded.

And if my OC Violet was part of the action in this scenario (speaking specifically of the boarding school option)…. I feel she’d totally be responsible for the academics for the youngest Wild Kratts Academy members: the kindergartners and 1st to 2nd grade aged students.

As a bit of a side note, but also a possible explanation to how this program may have started, I’ve played around with the idea of Zach and Violet homeschooling their children. After some input from @novazentryx I truly feel like this would be the best move for Zach and Violet with their own children.

Due to their work life and busy schedules it would be difficult to remain in one place and allow the children to obtain schooling in a traditional setting (because Zach and Violet join the Wild Kratts Team in the years following the births of their eldest children).

So, Zach and Violet would already have their children with them, so perhaps they could be the “pilot children” for the program. Along with some of the Wild Kratts kids we know and love, and fankids/children of the other Wild Kratts characters (in my AU the fankids created by @rosey100 @lovelynurseandhenchman and @octoqueen10 exist so maybe your fankids will join in or will participate in the summer camp option if not full time/the boarding school???)

Anyway, I hope all of this makes sense, feel free to add to this post if you all would like!

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

📜 Newly Discovered Academy Archive: The Doctor's Treatise on Romantic Love

During a routine Matrix archive review, an early academic work attributed to the Doctor was discovered. This document, written during their Academy years, was submitted as part of an advanced philosophical analysis—and graded poorly for reasons that will soon become apparent.

What follows is an excerpt from the Doctor's now-infamous treatise on romantic love, along with annotated feedback from their Academy instructor.

"Romantic Love: A Biochemical Delusion"

By Theta Sigma (The Doctor) of Prydon

Romantic attachment, often described as a profound emotional experience, is, in reality, a chemical process entirely explainable by neurotransmitters, genetic programming, and evolutionary necessity. While lesser species insist on assigning poetic significance to these interactions, a closer examination reveals that romantic love is little more than a predictable hormonal response with a limited functional purpose.

The three primary phases of this so-called phenomenon are as follows:

1. Lust – The Initial Biological Drive

Driven primarily by testosterone and oestrogen (or species-equivalent hormonal triggers), this phase ensures reproductive viability and promotes genetic variation within a given population. While lesser species wax poetic about "attraction", this can be accurately modelled through genetic compatibility analysis and pheromone response curves.

📍 Instructor's Note: "This is a compelling argument for a mating algorithm, not a philosophy paper."

2. Attraction – The Temporary Neurological Malfunction

Attraction correlates with increased levels of dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin, producing an effect not dissimilar to a controlled psychosis. Subjects display hyperfixation, impaired reasoning, and an inability to assess risk accurately. This irrationality is likely an adaptive feature to promote pair bonding, though it is demonstrably counterproductive in higher-functioning species.

📍 Instructor's Note: "Calling love 'controlled psychosis' is, at best, provocative."

3. Attachment – The Long-Term Stability Mechanism

Successful bonding triggers sustained oxytocin and vasopressin release, fostering long-term partnerships to ensure offspring survival (in species that require such support) or mutual security benefits (in societies where resource-sharing is advantageous). This process is entirely functional, with no inherent need for emotional framing.

📍 Instructor's Note: "This section is both well-researched and entirely joyless."

Conclusion: A Highly Overrated Experience

Ultimately, romantic love is a series of chemically induced inefficiencies that can be fully predicted, controlled, or avoided with the appropriate neurochemical regulation. It is an active impediment to logical function.

📍 Instructor's Final Comment: "Theta Sigma, while your analysis is thorough, it fundamentally misunderstands the subject. Love is not a mere biological equation; it is an experience, an act of choice, a force that defies purely chemical explanation. To study it purely in terms of neurotransmitters is akin to defining a supernova by its temperature alone—factually accurate, but wholly inadequate. C-."

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[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Tequila Hallucination

You've had a crush on Professor Kujo since walking into his Intro to Marine Science class. After a chance encounter while out drinking, you have a memorable night with him.

Read on AO3 here

SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY WARNINGS FOR :

Handjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of breeding

Just a reminder friends that while Professor/student relationships seem hot in theory, there is a HUGE power imbalance in play.

College was the number one experience that you had been looking forward to since you started high school. When the topic came up freshman year, you began building a roadmap to college. You mapped out what classes to take, what GPA to maintain, and what colleges were the best fit for you. As you progressed from a freshman to a sophomore, you started narrowing down your major choices and, by the time you were a junior, you were dead set on California State University at Monterey. It had the major that you wanted (Marine Science) and was far enough away that you were out of your parent’s grasp but not too far that you could still visit home for holidays and breaks. Plus, the campus was close enough to the beach that you could go hang out there to study!

The roadmap that you had developed shifted to college and, once you were accepted into CSU Monterey and gave them your intent to enroll, you began deciding what classes to take for each semester. Your college counselor had suggested you take your General Education classes first, knocking out each requirement to get into the Marine Science major faster. When you had to register for classes, the counselor assigned to you was surprised at how in depth your plan was.

“You . . . have a spreadsheet?” they had asked, eyes wide.

Freshman year was spent taking only Gen Ed classes, crossing them off your spreadsheet and taking classes over the summer to advance your progress. Your classmates were impressed with your dedication, often asking you to help them plan out their programs and asking you for advice.

When you started your sophomore year at CSU Monterey, you were excited to cross off the last of your Gen Ed requirements so you could shift and focus entirely on the Marine Science major. You immediately made an appointment with your counselor to make sure you were still on track, and they had laughed when you walked in with a worried look.

“You are the last student who needs to be worried,” they had remarked. “Look at how organized you are!”

“I know,” you pouted. “But a lot can happen! Who knows what could change.”

“Oh, stop,” they sighed, shaking their head. “All is going well. You can take your first Marine Science course next semester.”

The idea of being one step closer to your major had you working even harder, and your first semester was spent at office hours or in the library. Social activities were on hold, no matter how much letting off steam sounded appealing.

Second semester rolled around, and you were finally taking your first Marine Science course. The course, Marine Science 1, was the first introductory class for the major. Given the competitiveness of the program, you had been told that you had to complete the Gen Ed requirements, including an Economics class and three Mathematics classes (where you had struggled in each one). A few of your high school classes had been applied to your program, which was why you were able to sign up for Marine Science 1.

The course was described as an introduction to the field of Marine Science and would include introductory terms and concepts. In order to take the next one in the series, Marine Science 2, you had to pass with a C or higher. The thought of getting a C made your eye twitch, so you made a promise to yourself to get an A.

The morning of the first class you woke up early, sitting up in your bed and stretching before gathering your bathroom things and shuffling into the communal bathroom. You took your time getting ready, satisfied with your appearance before making your way over to the dining commons to have a filling breakfast. Marine Science 1 was your first class of the day, set to start at 9 sharp. The lecture hall was near the dining commons you were at, so you took your time walking over there before finding a bench nearby to wait to enter.

There was an 8 AM lecture before the class, so you occupied yourself with checking your backpack to make sure you had all of your supplies before scrolling through your phone. The class was let out at 8:45, and you brushed your way through the exiting crowd and into the large lecture hall. Smiling to yourself, you sat in the third row in a middle seat before gathering your supplies and getting ready for lecture.

The lecture hall filled up quickly, and you noted that the Professor hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe they were running late? Did they have first day jitters?

Do professors get first day jitters?

Shaking your head, you glanced around you and noted still no professor.

“Very unprofessional,” you muttered to yourself.

The clock ticked closer to nine, and you wondered if the class would be cancelled. Your heart sank in your chest at the thought, and you began preparing yourself for the worst. Sighing, you checked your phone, seeing the time change to 9.

“Sorry I’m late.”

A deep voice rang out through the hall, causing everyone to go silent. You swiveled your head just in time to see the professor hurrying down the aisle. He was a blur as he rushed by, and you didn’t get a good look until he was standing at the podium.

He was hot.

He was dressed all in white, giving him a slightly ethereal look. A white trench coat hung down his long legs, a purple turtleneck underneath tucked into white pants. You swallowed thickly as you observed the way his clothing seemed to stretch along his muscles. A white hat sat on his head, but he removed it to run a hand through his dark hair. While his hair was styled neatly, you could tell that it was slightly unruly, as a few loose strands stuck out in curls.

“My name is Professor Kujo, and I will be your professor for Marine Science 1 this semester.”

He finally looked up, revealing a pair of intense blue eyes. They looked around the lecture hall, taking in the size of the audience before settling on you. You felt a shiver run up your spine at how strong his gaze was upon you. The moment was severed when he cleared his throat and opened up his presentation.

The first lecture went by too fast, and you found yourself feeling slightly disappointed as you left. Professor Kujo had gone over his background, revealing that he was working on his PhD and mostly did research in the area by campus. He had presented at different conferences and revealed that some of his research papers would be assigned reading for the course. Overall, he was an impressive man and you found yourself drawn to him.

It seemed you weren’t the only one. You overhead girls whispering as you walked out about how hot and gorgeous Professor Kujo was.

“Do you think he’s single?” one girl giggled.

“I didn’t see a ring on his finger,” her friend replied.

As the semester went on, you realized that Professor Kujo was strict. He seemingly exerted order in every aspect of his life, and it spilled over heavily into his course. You had a feeling he rarely gave extensions for work and expected his exams to be difficult and full of details that you couldn’t miss.

Your predictions came true when midterms rolled around. Professor Kujo had been kind enough to supply a study guide, but once you went over it you realized there was a lot you had to brush up on. Every moment was spent studying from the day he passed out the guide. Thankfully, your other classes had midterms you could breeze through, which meant you could focus on Professor Kujo’s class.

“Why don’t you just ask him for help?”

Your roommate, Anne, was walking with you to the library. The two of you had booked a study room and intended to stay until dinner.

“Are you kidding?” you gasped. “Professor Kujo would probably ding me for that.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Thankfully, you managed to pass the exam with a B+, and Anne announced that you two would be celebrating.

“I got us some fake IDs for the occasion!”

The two of you took an Uber to the adjacent college town, using your new IDs to get into the newest club. It was packed, the smell of sweat and alcohol permeating the air. Anne rushed to the bar to get shots while you glanced around to take note of the place.

“Here, cheers!”

You clinked the shot glass before throwing the drink back. The burn felt delightful, and you realized you really needed an outlet. You sent Anne back for another round of shots which you took before dragging her out to the dance floor.

Two drinks and an hour of dancing later, you were feeling awesome. You moved to the loud bass, laughing as Anne grinded against you. She had a much better tolerance than you and was entertained at how drunk you were getting. A few guys had come up to try and dance with you two, but Anne only allowed the cute or non creepy ones to get close. While you hadn’t thought about taking anyone home, the thought began to form in your mind.

It was nearing midnight when you realized you didn’t want the night to end. You were now three drinks in and had crossed over into drunk territory. Anne dragged you to the bathroom so you both could use it before returning back to the dance floor. At this point the club was packed, having to push through tightly packed bodies to get back to dancing.

“Girl, you need some water. The last thing I need is for you to get blacked out.”

Anne waggled a finger at you in warning.

“Do not go anywhere or talk to anyone. I’ll be right back.”

You gave her a sloppy salute in response. Rolling her eyes, she turned and disappeared towards the bar. She had left you on the outskirts of the dance floor, leaning against a random table. You hummed along to the music and turned your head upon feeling someone approach you.

“Yo! You look like you need a drink!”

A tall guy wearing a CSU Monterey sweatshirt was holding a bottle of tequila. He grinned down at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he jerked his head towards the bottle.

“Come take a handle pull! This shit is expensive!”

The rational part of your brain, albeit very small at this point, was yelling at you in protest. The rest of your very drunk brain ignored it, and you shrugged at the guy before grabbing the bottle.

“Fuck it.”

You threw your head back, pouring the tequila down your throat. You knew it was expensive because it didn’t burn as it went down, which led to you drinking more than you should have. The guy whooped as you took your last sip and handed him the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Oh fuck yeah! You’re pretty cool!”

He high fived you before heading to the next table. Your vision was beginning to swim, and you realized now that you shouldn’t have done that. Sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes to steady your breathing. Once it felt like the world was clearer, you slowly opened your eyes.

Professor Kujo was standing across the club, staring at you with an amused expression.

You blinked furiously. You were trashed, right?

Closing your eyes again, you shook your head furiously before opening one. Professor Kujo was still there, the image unchanged. Shame flooded through you, and you realized your Professor had seen you drinking underage.

Oh God, what if he lowers my grade because of this?!

Without thinking, you rushed into the dance floor. Anne’s warning floated through your ears, but you knew you needed to hide. A group of frat guys were near the middle, their tall figures allowing for you to crouch down a little. One of them noticed you and dragged you towards the circle, but you tried pushing him away.

Okay, no dancefloor.

You headed towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. The line was long, the end of it trailing into the main part of the club. Sighing, you turned around and decided to find Anne. It seemed even more crowded, and you realized it would be impossible. The dance floor seemed to be the only option, so you walked around the edge of it before you found a semi-empty spot you could hide in for now.

The shock of seeing Professor Kujo had sobered you up quite a bit. You were able to pay attention to your surroundings better, and you realized that the DJ was playing much better music. Bopping your head, you figured that getting back into the groove and dancing was all you could do right now. Letting go of your embarrassment, you let your body sway to the music.

You glanced around yourself in search of Anne or Professor Kujo. You didn’t see either of them, so you shrugged and kept dancing on. Anne was probably stuck at the bar with how crowded the club was, and you hoped that Professor Kujo would realize this was out of his realm and leave.

At least, you hoped he had left.

Why had your Professor been here in the first place?! Was he a secret party animal? Did he come here to have a drink and let go? Was this where he picked up girls?

For some reason, the last question bothered you. Scoffing, you furiously shook your head and forced yourself to focus on the music. Your dancing picked up, and you realized now you wanted to find a guy to take home to forget about your Professor. Glancing around you again, you realized most people were beyond drunk at this point and that there was no point in even approaching them. Sighing, you wondered if maybe it was time to go.

“You seem lost.”

A deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to jump. It sounded familiar, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Professor Kujo standing there. Now that he was closer, you were able to get a good look at him. He was wearing a black dress shirt tucked into dark pants, with a pair of sneakers finishing the look. His normally stoic face had a slightly amused look as he peered down at you.

“P-Professor Kujo,” you stammered out.

Gently taking your arm, he guided you off the dance floor and towards the back where more tables were. The music began to fade, and eventually he was able to talk to you without needing to be so close.

“What a surprise seeing you here,” he said.

“I could say the same about you,” you responded shyly.

He studied you for a long moment.

“Do you normally drink this much?”

Shit, he had seen you.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Only after stressful exams.”

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

“Really? I expected someone as studious as you to not struggle with exams.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Had he been taking note of you this whole time?

“W-well,” you nervously laughed. “Even I have my flaws.”

“I doubt that.”

He examined you again, blue eyes seeming to soften the longer he looked at you.

“You fascinate me.”

You couldn’t help but stare back in response. After a moment he laughed, shaking his head before asking you questions about yourself. You fell into light conversation with him, surprised at how easily you two seemed to get along. He was asking you why you had chosen to study Marine Science when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Sorry, give me a second.”

Anne had sent you a series of texts. The first had been asking where you were, before she began narrating a cute guy buying her a drink. The last text read sorry babe, you went MIA. Taking him home. Going back to his, so don’t wait up for me ;)

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, my roommate is going home with someone.”

He cocked his head to the side.

“Well, I hope that’s alright with you.”

You shrugged.

“Why don’t we go dance?”

Before you could respond, Professor Kujo grabbed your hand and began directing you towards the dance floor.

“P-Professor Kujo!” you yelled out over the music.

“Jotaro.”

He turned around to respond, leaning in towards you.

“Call me Jotaro.”

His hand never left your hips as you danced together. Despite this, he kept a respectable distance. It seemed he was more interested in seeing you move more than anything. You had tried a few times to turn around and grind on him, but he seemed reluctant to let you do so. He was able to follow along to the beat well, which surprised you given his large size. After a while, though, he began to move closer to you. The hand on your hip tightened, especially when he noticed other guys looking at you.

“It’s getting late. Are you doing okay?”

Your phone said it was near one. You were feeling fine, and you told Jotaro so.

“Well, how about we go back to my place?”

You responded with a slow nod. Jotaro reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers before leading you out of the club. Given how late it was, the temperature had dropped, and you shivered. Jotaro let go of your hand and instead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. He slowed his pace to walk alongside you, and you breathed in his scent. He smelled . . . nice. Whatever cologne he was wearing was probably expensive.

The club only had valet parking, so he slipped his ticket to a worker and turned his head to look down at you.

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything to eat?”

You shook your head.

“Okay, we’ll just head straight to my place then.”

A few minutes later a sleek Audi pulled up. Jotaro opened the passenger door for you, and you slid in. He settled into the driver’s seat and took off. A part of you had wondered where your Professor lived. Did he live in the college town? Did he commute from outside of Monterey? There was a part of Monterey that was much wealthier than the rest, and you wondered if he was taking you there.

Jotaro was quick to turn on the heater, and you felt your body relaxing in the seat. The drive was quiet, the only sound soft jazz playing on his radio. He drove carefully, stopping properly at stop signs and never running any yellow lights. You noticed he was driving towards the freeway, and you figured he probably lived just outside the city in a nice suburb. Your mind ran wild, wondering if he lived humbly in a small apartment or condo or if he lived luxuriously in a large home.

Professors didn’t make money, right? Or were you being callous?

When you turned onto the freeway, Jotaro spoke, startling you from your reverie.

“You still doing okay?”

You nodded in affirmation, and he fell back into silence. The freeway was empty given the late hour, but he still kept on driving cautiously. You read each sign that you passed, watching everything fly by and continuing to imagine the home that you were being driven to. After about fifteen minutes of driving, you noticed he was exiting towards where the main beaches were located.

Okay, so definitely a house.

The smell of the ocean wafted through the car’s vents, and you breathed in the scent deeply. Even though it was late, the moon was shining just enough to illuminate the ocean softly. You watched in awe as the waves lapped towards the shore, the beach close enough that you could walk if you wanted to. Jotaro pulled off from the main street towards a smaller street, and you realized you were finally in his neighborhood.

“Sorry for the long drive. I wanted to make sure I was a decent distance from work.”

“This isn’t too far,” you assured him. “Plus, it’s a nice drive.”

He glanced at you from the side of his eyes as he spoke.

“It is.”

The streets were dark but his headlights lit them up. You took note of each house you drove by, your eyes getting wider with each one you passed. They all looked expensive, and you realized that Jotaro either came from money or was really good with money.

“We’re here. Let me open the gate.”

The home in front of you was quite possibly the most beautiful home you had ever seen. It was in a Cape Cod style, a neat white picket fence lining the lawn in front and leading up into the home. A small lawn sat to the right side of the home, with long, gray stairs leading up to the entrance. A small gazebo-like structure was built over the stairs right before the door, with a lamp illuminating the spot underneath. Jotaro pulled into the driveway, shutting the car off before slipping out. You followed him up the stairs, trailing behind him quietly as he unlocked the door and gestured for you to slip in.

The inside was just as beautiful. You followed him into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa. The living room had a door that led onto a patio where, not too far from it, the beach was. You sat carefully on the opposite edge of the sofa, glancing around you while Jotaro stared at you.

“Would you like a tour?”

You perked up and nodded. Chuckling, he stood and you followed him. The tour began in the dining room, where a table for twelve sat. Five vases filled with flowers sat in the middle, serving as decoration. The patio that you had seen from the living room ran alongside the dining room, and you could faintly hear the ocean in the distance. From there you went into the kitchen, a large open space with shiny appliances. You leaned against the island as he talked about the history of the house. He led you upstairs towards the bedrooms and bathrooms, showing you each individual one. The tour ended in his bedroom, a large room with a door that led right onto the sand.

“So? What do you think?”

“You have a beautiful home. How do you afford this?”

He sat at the edge of his bed.

“My parents helped me out. I also do a lot of research, so I have a pretty steady income.”

I’ll say.

Jotaro patted the spot beside him, and you nervously sat there. You glanced everywhere but at him, trying to memorize the details of his bedroom. A desk sat in the corner near the door leading outside, and it was stacked with various books on Marine Science. It seemed he worked hard at home just like he did at school.

“Hey.”

When you turned to look at him, his face was close to yours. You jumped back but he gently grabbed your waist, bringing you closer.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he spoke softly.

“I-it’s okay,” you replied.

“Why are you so nervous?”

You blinked up at him.

“Um, well you’re my professor.”

He slowly retracted his hand from your waist and looked away.

“If anything, I should be the nervous one here.”

He cleared his throat, seeming to gather himself before he turned to look at you again.

“I . . . have never slept with a student.”

You gave a slow nod.

“Okay?”

He studied you as he spoke.

“The only reason I went out to that club tonight was because I needed a drink and some noise to distract myself. Work has taken a lot out of me lately.”

“I’m guessing you don’t do that often?” you teased.

“Not at all,” he sighed. “But a coworker mentioned it was a place for a good time.”

You raised an eyebrow. Another professor said that? Maybe a TA . . .

“Anyways, what I’m trying to get at is . . .”

His hand resumed his previous position on your waist and his ocean eyes looked deep into yours.

“I am insanely attracted to you.”

“P-Profess - Jotaro,” you whispered.

“There’s something about you that’s drawn me since the beginning. You caught my eye on the first day, and your work ethic swayed me.”

He scooted closer to you.

“I think the alcohol I drank tonight has emboldened me. Normally I’m a very guarded person. I’m sure you’ve noticed that in lecture.”

“Oh, I definitely have,” you laughed.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You answered his question by leaning in forward and pressing your lips against his. He tasted faintly of beer mixed with what you could only assume was his natural taste. You let out a quiet groan into his mouth, your hand reaching up to rest on his shoulder. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become sloppy, and after a moment you both broke apart to catch your breath.

“Undress and on the bed. Now.”

You carefully slid off the bed and began removing your clothing. Jotaro watched you for a second before he began doing the same. Your eyes trailed his movements, watching as he yanked his dress shirt from his pants and swiftly began unbuttoning it. He revealed exquisite muscles, his abs rock hard and a happy trail peeking out from the top of his pants. You were slipping off your undergarments when he unzipped his pants, pulling them down his long legs and leaving him in his briefs, where his large erection strained against them.

“On the bed, lay down.”

Jotaro mirrored your movements and laid down beside you. You lay on your side as you reached for his face, pulling him into a kiss. As you kissed him your hands slid down to his hips, tucking your fingers into the waistband before pulling them down. His cock sprang out, and your eyes went wide upon seeing his immense size.

“Wow.”

He chuckled, watching you as you leaned over him. You hesitated before reaching for his cock with your right hand. It twitched as you made contact with it, and you heard Jotaro hiss under his breath. You wrapped your hand around it, mouth dropping in surprise as your hand didn’t fully wrap around it. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you began stroking him at a slow pace to start. Jotaro let out quiet groans as you kept on, and you glanced over to see his eyes shut. Smiling to yourself, you leaned over his chest and licked up a stripe along it before kissing it.

“Fuck.”

You felt his hand come up to rest on your shoulder, pulling you flush against him. Smirking, you picked up the pace, tilting your head to see the way his face was scrunched up in pleasure. Your hands moved faster but his hand shot out, preventing you from going on.

“I don’t want to finish yet. Let me take care of you instead.”

He pulled away from you, crawling off the bed. You were about to ask him what he was doing when you were suddenly yanked towards the end of the bed. Jotaro was kneeling on the floor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Put your legs together.”

You obeyed him, pressing your legs together. His large hands shot out, holding onto the back of your thighs and pressing them up towards the ceiling. It took you a moment to realize he was about to go down on you, but before you could object his mouth was on you. Your hips tried to jerk up but his grip on your thighs was so strong you were basically immobilized. Moaning out his name, your hands fumbled slightly before tangling in his hair.

“J-Jotaro,” you gasped out. “Your mouth feels so good.”

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending a pleasurable shiver throughout your body. His tongue circled your clit before diving into your opening, trying to reach as deep into you as possible. Your fingers tightened around his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Mmm, baby,” he groaned against you. “Pull harder.”

The combination of the vibrations and his words barreled your orgasm closer to you. You yanked harder and his mouth worked faster against yours. Stars began to dance behind your eyes, and when his mouth closed around your clit and sucked hard you came with a cry of his name. He continued to gently lap against you as your body shook under him, hands still holding onto his hair before letting go as you melted into the sheets.

“You’re really good with your mouth,” you managed to mumble out.

Jotaro chuckled as he stood off, stroking himself to the sight of you below him. Your eyes were closed, and you felt his breath ghosting over your mouth before he kissed you.

“Can you move?”

Nodding, you cracked open one eye. He jerked his head towards the middle of the bed, and you slowly settled there. You looked up at him as he knelt on the bed, towering over you as he continued to stroke himself.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

You shook your head.

“No, I’m on birth control. Plus I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

He nodded, his right hand grabbing onto the back of your left thigh.

“We can stop. You just tell me the word, and I will.”

“Jotaro,” you frowned. “I want this. Are you going to fuck me or not?”

He grabbed his cock and began aligning himself with your entrance.

“You asked for it.”

You opened your mouth to give him a teasing remark but cried out instead. He was huge, and even though he had prepped you by eating you out and giving you an orgasm it still stung. His hand continued to hold onto your thigh, spreading your leg open to allow himself to fuck into you deeper. Your hand came up to hold onto it, your other hand supporting your head with each thrust.

“You’re so big,” you whined out.

Jotaro smirked and gave a hard thrust in response. You felt his balls smacking against your ass, and you realized you wanted him to fill you up until you were brimming and spilling out.

“Damn, I didn’t realize you were that perverted.”

Your eyes shot open. Shit, had you said that out loud?!

“I can do that for you, baby. You want me to breed you? Fill you up? Make you a Mommy?”

You bit your lip, feeling yourself clench around him. Fuck, maybe you were perverted.

“I’ll take your pussy’s response as a yes.”

He leaned down to grab your other leg before pushing your legs over his shoulders. The new angle had him slipping in even deeper, and you were practically screaming at this point. You were thankful his neighbors were really far apart because you were sure that a noise complaint or even the cops would be called.

“Fuck, you just got even tighter,” Jotaro panted out.

Your mind was completely blank as your second orgasm began to form deep in your core. Mouth lolling open you tried to tell him but a string of slurred words came out instead.

“Have I really fucked you that stupid?” he laughed.

You tightened around him in response, cutting his laugh off.

“Fuck, I’m about to come. You better take everything I give you.”

His words were the bullet that set your orgasm off, your voice cracking as you moaned out his name. You felt him finish inside of you, feeling warm as he filled you up with his cum. His arms were shaking as he gently let go of your legs, letting them fall back onto the bed. When he pulled out you let out a whine, feeling a little of his cum slipping out. A large finger pushed it back in, and you heard him click his tongue.

" Can’t waste it, baby.”

He laid beside you, sweating and panting. Your mind was woozy, already beginning to drift off to sleep. A part of you knew you should get up to clean yourself up but you were exhausted from the drinking, dancing, late hour, and the intense sex you had just had.

“You okay?”

You gave Jotaro a weak thumbs up, to which he chuckled.

“I would offer to run a bath but you look tired.”

You gave another thumbs up. He carefully lifted you, cradling you as he pulled the covers back and gently laid you back down. The pillows were comfy around your head, and the warmth of the blankets plus Jotaro pulling you against him lulled you to sleep. Just as you were drifting off, you heard him whisper into your hair.

“I hope you don’t think this is a one-time thing. I want to get to know more of you.”

As much as you wanted to respond you couldn’t, instead replying by curling into his side and pressing a lazy kiss against his chest. Seemingly satisfied, Jotaro kissed your head, the two of you falling into a deep sleep.

[mbruben-stein]

Hii! Can I request the sfw x reader list for Phichit Chulanont! Dying from lack of x reader content about him XP

A/N: Hi lovely. I am happy to do this. I honestly think Phichit deserves more love. I hope you enjoy this.

Yuri on Ice SFW Alphabet: Phichit Chulanont.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Phichit's affection is as bright and uninhibited as his personality—he's the friend who expresses love without hesitation or self-consciousness. With you, he's constantly finding excuses for physical contact: slinging an arm around your shoulders, grabbing your hands in excitement, or leaning against you while scrolling through his phone to show you something. His affection manifests in how he bombards your social media with candid photos of the two of you together, captioning them with inside jokes and heart emojis that make you smile despite yourself. When he's particularly fond of something you've done, he'll squeal your name in that distinctive Phichit way, eyes crinkling with genuine delight as he pulls you into an enthusiastic hug. Even from across continents, he maintains connection through random texts checking in on you, late-night video calls where he falls asleep with his phone propped against his pillow, and care packages filled with Thai snacks and trinkets he "just knew you'd love." What makes his affection special is how naturally it comes to him—never calculated or performative, just the honest expression of someone who believes friendship and love should be celebrated loudly and often.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being Phichit's best friend means never having a dull moment in your life. From the very first time you meet him at a local skating event where he's performing, he spots you in the crowd and somehow manages to pull you into a selfie during his victory lap. His infectious smile and genuine interest in your life make it impossible not to be drawn to him. Phichit remembers everything you tell him—from your favorite Thai dish to that embarrassing story about your childhood pet—and he texts you memes at 3 AM that are somehow perfectly tailored to your sense of humor. When you're feeling down, he shows up at your door with bubble tea and street food, ready to binge-watch "The King and the Skater" for the hundredth time. His apartment becomes your second home, plastered with photos of the two of you alongside his beloved hamsters, who he insists know your name. Your friendship with Phichit begins when you volunteer at an ice skating exhibition in Bangkok. You're assigned to help with social media coverage, and Phichit immediately takes you under his wing, showing you the best angles for photos and introducing you to everyone. After the event, he invites you to get food with some of the skaters, and by the end of the night, you've somehow agreed to join him for morning practice "just to hang out." Soon, you're part of his daily routine—watching him practice, helping him brainstorm music for new programs, and being his unofficial photographer. He convinces you to try skating yourself, holding your hands as you wobble across the ice, both of you laughing uncontrollably. Before long, you're accompanying him to competitions abroad, becoming his loyal cheerleader and the person he FaceTimes immediately after every performance. With Phichit, friendship isn't just about sharing experiences—it's about building a world together where both of you shine brighter because of the other's presence.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Phichit absolutely loves to cuddle. It comes as naturally to him as his bright smile and selfie-taking. When you're feeling down, he notices immediately and pulls you into a warm embrace without hesitation. His time in Detroit's cold winters taught him the value of shared warmth, and his naturally affectionate personality means physical touch is one of his favorite ways to express care. He's the type to casually drape himself across you while scrolling through Instagram, humming Thai pop songs under his breath. The best part is how he makes cuddling feel so effortless—there's never any awkwardness with Phichit, just genuine comfort and connection. When Phichit cuddles you, he becomes a human koala—all warm limbs and cheerful energy wrapped around you. He likes to be the big spoon surprisingly often, resting his chin on your shoulder to show you funny skating videos or hamster memes on his phone. His hands are always warm despite spending so much time on ice, and he often absentmindedly traces patterns on your arm while talking excitedly about his latest skating program or his hamsters' antics. During movie nights, he pulls you close against his chest, occasionally taking sneaky selfies of you both looking cozy that inevitably end up on his Instagram with heart emojis. Phichit's cuddles feel like being wrapped in sunshine—warm, genuine, and full of his irrepressible joy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Phichit absolutely dreams of settling down with you, though his vision of "settling down" still pulses with energy and life. He imagines a cozy apartment filled with hamster cages, walls decorated with photos of your adventures together, and weekend trips to Thailand to visit his family. When you're both not training, he loves planning your future together, showing you pictures of houses in Bangkok with garden spaces where you could practice choreography together. "We could have a housewarming livestream!" he often suggests, eyes sparkling with excitement. Despite his busy competition schedule, he makes sure to video call you daily when traveling, because to Phichit, building a life with you is his gold medal dream. In the kitchen, Phichit is surprisingly competent, having picked up cooking skills from his mother and perfected them during his time sharing an apartment with Yuuri. His specialty is Thai cuisine, and he takes immense pride in teaching you how to balance the perfect tom yum soup. Cleaning, however, is where his focus wavers - he starts with good intentions but often gets distracted halfway through, finding an old photo album or stopping to take "before and after" pictures for Instagram. You've lost count of how many times you've returned home to find him sitting cross-legged on the half-swept floor, surrounded by scattered cleaning supplies while he edits the perfect filter for his "cleaning day" post. Still, his enthusiastic "Look, I tried!" smile makes it impossible to be anything but charmed.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

If Phichit had to break up with you, he'd do it with the same genuine kindness that defines everything else he does. He wouldn't text or call—he'd ask to meet at that little café where you first shared bubble tea together, his usual smile dimmed but not entirely gone. Phichit would take your hands across the table, his dark gray eyes meeting yours directly because he respects you too much to look away during such an important conversation. He'd speak honestly about his demanding skating schedule taking him across continents, about how he needs to focus entirely on bringing figure skating recognition in Thailand, and how unfair it feels to keep you waiting while he chases his dreams. He wouldn't make empty promises or drag things out—his optimistic nature means he believes in clean breaks and new beginnings. After explaining everything, he'd show you the scrapbook he made of your relationship photos (because of course Phichit documented everything), giving it to you as a parting gift. And despite the tears in his eyes, he'd still offer to stay friends—not as an empty gesture, but because he genuinely values your place in his life, even if it has to change.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment doesn't scare Phichit in the slightest—in fact, he dives into it with the same enthusiasm he brings to the ice. You've noticed how his eyes light up whenever he talks about your future together, already planning trips to Thailand to meet his family and show you his favorite spots in Bangkok. The way he documents your relationship milestones on social media isn't just for likes; it's because he genuinely treasures these moments and wants the world to witness his happiness with you. When he proposed, it wasn't a surprise that he had Celestino and some rinkmates hiding nearby to capture the moment—your Phichit has always believed that love is meant to be celebrated openly and joyfully. Marriage wouldn't be a long engagement for Phichit—he'd be ready within months, eager to start this new chapter together. "Why wait when you're sure?" he'd tell you with that infectious smile, already scrolling through venue options on his phone. The only thing that might extend your timeline would be his competitive skating schedule, as he'd want to properly plan around competitions and training camps. He dreams of a ceremony that blends Thai traditions with elements meaningful to you both, and he's already talked about choreographing a special exhibition skate as his wedding gift. Don't be surprised if he suggests having the ceremony right after Worlds when everyone can attend—Phichit's never been one to hesitate when his heart is set on something.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You notice Phichit's gentleness in the small, everyday moments you share together – the way he carefully adjusts your costume before a performance with nimble fingers that have mastered both intricate step sequences and the art of applying perfect eyeliner. Despite his boundless energy and enthusiasm, he knows exactly when to soften his voice and approach, especially when you're having a difficult day at practice. His emotional intuition is remarkable; he can sense your anxiety before competitions without you saying a word, offering reassurance through subtle gestures like a light touch on your shoulder or sliding your favorite Thai snack across the table with that signature warm smile. What makes Phichit's gentleness truly special is how he balances it with unwavering honesty – he'll kindly but firmly remind you of your potential when self-doubt creeps in, never letting you spiral while still acknowledging your feelings as valid. In a sport as physically and mentally demanding as figure skating, his compassionate presence creates a safe harbor of understanding that feels as natural to him as landing a perfect spin.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Phichit absolutely lives for hugs, seeing them as the perfect way to capture genuine connection beyond what even his beloved selfies can show. He's naturally tactile, offering hugs as greetings, congratulations, goodbyes, and sometimes just because you look like you could use one. When Phichit hugs you, it's surprising how someone so compact can envelop you so completely—his arms wrapping around with enthusiastic warmth that somehow never feels overwhelming. You notice he hugs with his whole being; there's a gentle squeeze that communicates volumes, his familiar scent of coconut hair product and the faint chill of the ice rink still clinging to his training clothes. What makes his hugs special is how present he is in them—no checking his phone or looking over your shoulder for something more interesting—in that moment, you're the entire focus of his sunshine-bright attention, and you can feel the genuine happiness radiating from him at simply having you there.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Phichit doesn't hesitate with the L-word because emotions are meant to be celebrated, not hidden. He says it within weeks of dating you, his eyes bright with sincerity as he takes your hand between selfies during a night out exploring Bangkok's street markets. The words tumble out naturally, accompanied by that sunshine smile that lights up his entire face. He's been thinking it since the third date when you listened attentively to his dreams about Thai figure skating, and he's been hinting at it through heart emojis flooding your messages and late-night calls when he's away competing. For Phichit, love isn't something to build walls around—it's as shareable as his Instagram stories, as authentic as his skating, and waiting only makes the feeling fade when it could be brightening both your days instead.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Phichit isn't typically the jealous type—his natural optimism and confidence usually keep insecurities at bay—but when he does feel that twinge of jealousy, it manifests in subtle ways you've learned to recognize. His social media activity spikes noticeably as he posts more selfies of the two of you together, almost as if digitally staking his claim. You notice his bright smile tightens slightly when others flirt with you, and he becomes more physically affectionate—an arm around your waist, fingers intertwined with yours, or his head resting on your shoulder while you talk to someone else. Rather than making a scene, he'll later scroll through his phone showing you memes and Thai videos, keeping your attention firmly on him. When particularly bothered, he might casually mention shared memories or inside jokes in group settings, reminding everyone of your special connection. What Phichit would never admit is how he later scrolls through your pictures together when you're asleep, reassuring himself that your smile is brightest when it's directed at him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Phichit's kisses are as bright and enthusiastic as his personality, always accompanied by that signature smile that lights up his entire face. He loves surprising you with quick, playful pecks when you're scrolling through social media together, but when you're alone, his kisses become more tender and deliberate, as if he's savoring every moment. Phichit adores kissing your forehead when you're tired after watching him practice, your cheeks when he's excited about nailing a new routine, and the tip of your nose just to make you laugh. What melts him completely, though, is when you kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear or the corner of his mouth right before he performs—little gestures that ground him and remind him that no matter how many fans cheer for him in Bangkok or across the world, you're his biggest supporter. He blushes every time you praise his skating with kisses, and has admitted that knowing you're watching from the sidelines makes him skate with even more heart than when he's representing Thailand.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Phichit absolutely lights up around children, his natural cheerfulness amplifying as he crouches down to their level with that signature warm smile you fell in love with. You've lost count of how many times you've watched him patiently teaching little ones the basics at the Bangkok rink, his eyes crinkling with delight when they master even the simplest move. "Everyone remembers their first time on the ice," he whispers to you, snapping countless photos of the children's wobbly attempts before showing them their own progress with enthusiastic praise. The way he seamlessly incorporates Thai culture into his interactions—whether telling traditional stories during breaks or introducing them to Thai snacks—makes your heart swell, especially when he starts impromptu dance sessions that inevitably end with everyone giggling. At night, he sometimes scrolls through the day's photos beside you, planning elaborate ice shows where the kids can participate, his voice soft but excited as he says, "They're the future of skating in Thailand, you know?" and you can't help but think what an amazing father he would be someday.

Mornings with Phichit are bursts of sunlight and endless energy. You're barely awake when he's already scrolling through social media, his legs tangled with yours as he excitedly shares comments from fans or skating news. He insists on at least one "good morning selfie" together before either of you leave the bed—your sleepy face next to his perfectly winged eyeliner and bright smile becoming a regular feature on his Instagram. Breakfast is a delightful mix of Thai dishes he's teaching you to love and whatever new recipe he's discovered online, all while he chatters about his training plans or shows you videos of hamsters doing cute things. On training days, he's organized chaos—packing his gear while simultaneously brewing coffee for you both, stealing quick kisses as he darts around the apartment. The most endearing part is how he always leaves you small notes with little drawings when he has early practice, and how he never fails to text you a selfie from the rink with the caption "Missing you already! 💕" before your own day has properly begun.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Nights with Phichit are never boring, filled with spontaneous dance parties in your shared apartment and impromptu Thai cooking lessons where he insists you taste-test every stage of his mom's secret tom yum recipe. He loves ending busy days by scrolling through Instagram together, his head on your shoulder as he shows you funny comments from fans or Yuuri's latest posts, occasionally turning to snap a sleepy selfie with you that's "too cute not to share." When he's anxious about upcoming competitions, you stay up watching his favorite Thai movies, the ones he grew up with that nobody else understands his references to, and he teaches you phrases in Thai between whispered stories about his childhood rink in Bangkok. The best nights, though, are when he comes home exhausted from practice, eye makeup slightly smudged, collapsing dramatically beside you only to suddenly brighten with creative inspiration for a new program, pulling you up to dance through his ideas, his eyes sparkling in the dim light until you both finally fall asleep tangled together, his phone inevitably clutched in one hand ready for morning selfies.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Phichit shares his life in vibrant bursts, like his Instagram feed—colorful, frequent, and seemingly transparent. From the moment you started dating, he eagerly showed you his medal collection, childhood skating videos, and endless selfies with rinkmates. Yet you've come to notice there's a careful curation to what he reveals. While he'll enthusiastically tell stories about training with Yuuri in Detroit or his dreams of building Thailand's figure skating legacy, the deeper vulnerabilities—his moments of doubt before competitions, the pressure he feels representing his country, the loneliness of being away from home—these emerge only in quiet moments, when the phone is set aside and it's just the two of you wrapped in blankets at 2 AM. You've learned that Phichit's openness operates in layers. The surface level—his favorite Thai foods, skating gossip, funny stories about Celestino's coaching methods—flows freely from day one, accompanied by that bright smile that first drew you in. But the weightier parts of himself—childhood insecurities, fears about his skating future, the sacrifices his family made for his career—these he reveals gradually, testing the waters with each confession. It's not that he doesn't trust, but rather that he values these deeper connections too much to rush them. When he finally showed you the worn stuffed hamster he's kept since age six, or admitted how terrified he was before performing "Shall We Skate" for the first time, you understood these weren't just stories—they were pieces of himself he was entrusting to you alone, treasures far more precious than any selfie he'd ever shared online.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Phichit rarely gets truly angry with you, his natural optimism making him one of the most patient people you've ever known. When you mess up or say something thoughtless, he typically responds with gentle teasing or a quick selfie to capture your embarrassed expression rather than harsh words. The only times you've seen genuine frustration flash across his normally cheerful face is when someone dismisses figure skating in Thailand or when his hamsters are disturbed during their nap time. Even then, his anger manifests not as shouting but as a sudden, uncharacteristic quietness, his usual smile tightening at the edges while he collects himself. You've learned that the fastest way to restore his sunny disposition is to sit beside him scrolling through his Instagram feed, genuinely asking about each photo until the tension melts away and he's excitedly planning your next adventure together, his momentary irritation completely forgotten.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Phichit remembers everything important to you with remarkable clarity, not because he has a photographic memory, but because he genuinely cares. That throwaway comment about your childhood pet goldfish? He'll reference it months later when sending you a snap of the koi pond at his favorite Bangkok café. Your offhand mention of loving mango sticky rice becomes a tradition whenever you visit, with Phichit eagerly dragging you to his "absolute favorite spot, trust me!" He might forget exactly which movie you said you hated, but he'll never forget your birthday, the names of your siblings, or how you take your coffee. When you're feeling down, he somehow knows exactly which old inside joke will make you laugh again. Your Instagram feed becomes Phichit's personal study guide to your life. He'll scroll back through your posts from years ago during late-night practice breaks, memorizing the details that matter to you. "Wasn't this your favorite restaurant in college?" he'll text with a photo of a similar place he found in Bangkok. Yet ironically, despite his social media obsession, he sometimes misses details you tell him face-to-face when he's distracted by the perfect selfie lighting or choreography ideas. You'll mention a new job prospect or apartment hunt, only to have him text you days later asking excitedly about that "thing you mentioned" with only the vaguest recollection of what it actually was. But he always remembers to check in, and that's what matters most.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your phone lights up with yet another notification—Phichit is sharing that photo again, the one he swears is his absolute favorite moment between you two. It was taken during that surprise trip to Thailand when you secretly arranged for him to perform his "The King and the Skater" routine at his childhood rink in Bangkok. He still talks about how he caught you filming him from the sidelines with tears in your eyes, and immediately dragged you onto the ice for an impromptu pairs skate that ended with both of you laughing and falling in a tangled heap. "The best part wasn't even the skating," he always tells anyone who will listen, his face bright with that signature smile as he shows them the selfie he somehow managed to take right when you both hit the ice, your expressions caught between surprise and pure joy. "It was realizing someone finally loved Thailand and skating as much as I did—even if they couldn't land a toe loop to save their life."

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Phichit's protective nature manifests in the lightest, most cheerful ways that perfectly match his personality. He'd never hover or become overly possessive, but his watchful eyes don't miss a thing when you're uncomfortable at skating events or fan meetups. With a practiced ease that comes from years of navigating the competitive skating world, he'll swoop in with his infectious smile, linking his arm through yours while smoothly guiding you away with an excuse about needing your opinion on his latest selfie pose. His protection extends to your online presence too—he's the first to report negative comments on your social media and will flood your notifications with supportive messages and cute Thai phrases he's teaching you whenever you're feeling down. When you both visit Thailand, his protective side becomes more evident as he navigates you through Bangkok's busy streets with a gentle hand at the small of your back, proudly introducing you to everyone important in his life while always checking in with a whispered "Are you okay?" when no one else can hear. What surprises many is how much this seemingly carefree skater cherishes being protected in return. Despite his confident exterior, Phichit melts when you stand up for him to overzealous fans or critics who underestimate his contributions to figure skating. He loves when you remember small details—having his favorite Thai snacks ready after difficult practices, creating a quiet space for him when social media becomes overwhelming, or simply being the steady presence he can return to after the exhaustion of maintaining his perpetually positive public persona. After particularly rough competitions, he'll curl against your side, phone temporarily forgotten, while you run fingers through his hair and assure him that his dream of bringing ice shows to Thailand is getting closer every day. Your unwavering belief in him becomes the security he never knew he needed—a private sanctuary where the boy who's always encouraging others can finally lower his bright smile and just be himself.

Phichit puts his whole heart into your relationship, approaching it with the same enthusiasm and dedication he shows on the ice. For dates, he meticulously plans Instagram-worthy adventures—from surprise picnics at your favorite park to taking you to hidden Thai restaurants where he proudly explains each dish, always capturing the perfect selfie to commemorate the moment. When it comes to anniversaries, expect him to go all out with thoughtfully curated experiences that often incorporate skating—perhaps a private midnight skate decorated with fairy lights or tickets to see his skating idol perform. Gift-giving is where Phichit truly shines; he pays attention to your offhand comments about things you like and presents you with items you mentioned months ago, each one wrapped beautifully and accompanied by a handwritten note in both English and Thai phrases he's teaching you. As for everyday tasks, while his demanding training schedule sometimes means dishes pile up or laundry gets delayed, he makes up for it by being the one who always remembers to water the plants, stock your favorite snacks, and leave encouraging sticky notes on the bathroom mirror when he knows you have a challenging day ahead—and of course, your home is filled with framed photos of your happiest moments together that he's carefully selected and printed from his thousands of pictures.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Living with Phichit means accepting that your most unflattering sleeping expressions will inevitably end up on his Instagram, as his compulsive need to document every moment means privacy is practically nonexistent. You've lost count of how many times you've had to confiscate his phone during meals because he can't resist checking notifications or staging the perfect food shot while everything gets cold. His enthusiasm for showing you "just one more" Thai drama episode regularly turns into marathon viewing sessions that wreck your sleep schedule before important days. The hamster cages, despite his protests that he'll clean them "tomorrow," often go neglected until the smell becomes impossible to ignore. And despite being meticulous about his skating gear, his everyday belongings create chaos across your shared space—clothes draped over furniture, half-empty water bottles on every surface, and charging cables perpetually tangled and borrowed without asking.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You've always found it adorable how Phichit balances confidence with vanity in the most charming way possible. While he's never obsessive about his appearance, he definitely has his routines that you've learned never to rush—the perfect winged eyeliner that takes three attempts to get symmetrical, the careful styling of his fringe that he insists falls differently "depending on the humidity," and the countless selfies he takes to find just the right angle that captures his smile. You've lost count of how many times you've held his phone while he adjusts the lighting or coaches you on getting his "good side" (though you insist every side is his good side). What makes his attention to appearance endearing rather than frustrating is how it's wrapped up in his performance mindset—looking good makes him feel good, which helps him skate better. And you can't deny the results when he steps onto the ice, hair combed back, costume gleaming, confidence radiating from every perfectly presented inch of him.o

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Phichit wouldn't say he feels incomplete without you, but rather that you enhance everything that already makes him whole. The way his eyes light up when you appear at the rink speaks volumes—like capturing the perfect selfie, your presence makes everything better. While his skating career and friends form the foundation of his life, you've become the person he immediately texts when he lands a quad or finds a new hamster-themed accessory. During late-night FaceTime calls after competitions, he confesses that sharing Thailand with you—introducing you to his favorite Bangkok street food vendors who know him by name, teaching you Thai phrases beyond what he taught Yuuri—has given him a new appreciation for home. "I was happy before you," he'd tell you with that signature sunshine smile, squeezing your hand while scrolling through his Instagram feed full of pictures of you both, "but I'm happier creating memories with someone who gets both my worlds."

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Phichit always wakes up earlier than you just to capture your sleepy face for his Instagram, claiming your bedhead is "too cute not to document." When you're feeling down, he creates elaborate Thai dishes he learned from his mother, insisting good food fixes everything. Your phone is filled with countless surprise selfies he's taken of the two of you, and he's taught you enough Thai that his followers now lovingly refer to you as his "faen sŭay" (beautiful partner). On competition days, he has a ritual of sending you a private video message performing a tiny segment of his routine just for you, always ending with a wink and his signature phrase, "Watch me shine for Thailand... and for you." Despite his social butterfly nature, he treasures quiet evenings when you both build blanket forts and watch his favorite Thai films with subtitles, though he'll pause constantly to explain cultural nuances you might miss. Extra headcanon: Phichit secretly keeps a handwritten journal rather than documenting everything digitally—it contains pressed flowers from every city he's competed in and ticket stubs from every date you've ever had.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Despite his sunny disposition, Phichit can't stand it when you downplay your accomplishments or speak negatively about yourself—he's spent too much time building you up to watch you tear yourself down. He wrinkles his nose at people who refuse to try new foods or experiences, as he believes life is meant to be savored in all its flavors. You've learned that pessimism exhausts him quickly; while he's patient with your bad days, constant negativity drains the light from his eyes. Though extremely social, he dislikes partners who demand all his attention and try to pull him away from his skating dreams or close friendships, especially with Yuuri. Phichit also has a surprising aversion to generic tourist attractions and chain restaurants when traveling—he'd rather you both explore authentic local spots that tell the real story of a place. He secretly gets frustrated when you don't understand his passionate rambles about Thai culture or skating, not because you don't know, but if you don't make an effort to learn what matters to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Phichit falls asleep surprisingly quickly for someone so energetic during the day, often scrolling through Instagram until his eyes get heavy, then setting his phone aside to curl against you. You've gotten used to his particular sleep habits - the way he always starts the night with a respectable distance between you but inevitably migrates closer, drawn to your warmth like a moth to flame. By morning, he's practically draped across your chest, one leg thrown over yours, face nuzzled into your neck. He mumbles in Thai sometimes, soft sleepy words you're slowly learning to understand. On competition nights, he's restless, his body processing jumps and spins even in sleep, but your hand running through his hair always settles him. What you love most is how he wakes - gradually, with a smile already forming, taking a sleepy selfie of your tangled limbs before properly saying good morning with a kiss to your forehead and a cheerful "morning, sunshine!" regardless of how early it is.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann, for The Mandalorian, Season 3, Episode 5, The Pirate. Image depicts Greef Karga, his protocol droid, Din Djarin, and Grogu standing on the streets of Nevarro City with a variety of Mandalorians and Nevarro citizens, having defeated the pirate king, Gorian Shard.

When they left the Anzellans’ shop, Grogu thought his dad would go right back to the High Magistrate’s office, but that’s not what the Mandalorian did. Instead they ended up going to the school that had been started in the building that used to belong to pirates. Grogu wondered why. He sure hoped that his dad didn’t plan on dropping him off there and then going off to visit the High Magistrate by himself. That wouldn’t be fair. And Grogu didn’t have any snacks to help him get through the boring lectures of that protocol droid, turned school teacher. He already knew enough about pirates, scoundrels, and smugglers. 

Grogu was surprised again when Din Djarin asked to speak to the droid instructor. Oh, no! Was he trying to sign Grogu up for classes? Would be going to school there everyday? Was this something he’d been planning and just hadn’t bothered to mention it to Grogu? Uff. Grogu would have to find a way to get back to the N-1. He wanted to talk to IG-11-M, but that could wait until the Mandalorian gave up this latest idea of his.

“Thank you for letting me interrupt your lesson. I just have a few questions about the High Magistrate’s protocol droid.”

Huh? Why would the Mandalorian interview the teaching droid about Greef Karga’s protocol droid?

“I do not have all the data about protocol droid C-29P. They were constructed in a different factory than my series.”

“That’s fine. I don’t need everything. Does that series of protocol droid imprint of the person it serves?”

“Imprint? You mean learn its needs? Yes. That is part of the programming. Much like my programming is focused on teaching children, such as your youngling, who has missed 1520 days of instruction since he was first added to my roster by the High Magistrate, C-29 has been programmed to meet the needs of their assigned leader. C-29 is required to ensure that the High Magistrate has the best possible day each and every day. Protocol droids make many sacrifices for their leaders.”

“Good to know. Does that include changing their exterior plating color?”

“That is highly individualized. I am as my maker made me. But, if the leader wanted such a change, it would be appropriate for a droid to do what they could to accommodate that request. I have records of some protocol droids wearing clothing and other coverings to ensure that their leader found their presence acceptable.”

Wow. Grogu had not even thought about that. He’d never seen a droid or mech in anything other than their customary plating. Sure, sometimes their exterior paint was changed, like with IG-11-M. He’d even heard of certain droids having mixed color plating because they had suffered damage and matching parts had been unavailable. It just never occurred to him that some of them might wear clothing. Huh.

“Thank you. By the way, you can remove Grogu from your class roster. I’m responsible for his education now. He’d my apprentice.”

“Very well, Mandalorian, Din Djarin. He has been moved to the inactive list. You will no longer receive reminders related to his attendance.”

Wow. That was a close one. They got the answers his dad was looking for and Grogu didn’t have to attend pirate school. His dad had never mentioned anything about receiving reminders about his attendance status, but they had been pretty busy since then and it must have just ended up in a junk folder or something like that.

The instructor droid returned to their classroom as the Mandalorian picked Grogu up again and settled him on his left shoulder. 

“Now it’s time to talk to Karga about all this. Maybe he told the droid that he wanted that sort of thing, but left the details to them to work out. Given what these droids must have done before Nevarro settled down, I won’t be surprised to find out C29 was Gorian Shard’s planet side assistant.”

Grogu hadn’t even considered that. Maybe that droid had been routinely asked to blackmail, coerce, and threaten the trades people in Nevarro City in order to do it’s job for its former leader. That sounded awful. He couldn’t actually imagine that Greef Karga had asked the droid to do things like that, but Greef Karga had once tried to trick his dad into giving Grogu back to the Imps, so anything was possible. Uff.

They made it back to the High Magistrate’s offices faster than Grogu expected and it seemed to him that the Mandalorian was specifically trying to avoid talking to the High Magistrate’s protocol droid as he seemed to hide in an alcove, waiting for the droid to go about its business. Grogu wondered if he should just help his dad along with that by causing a distraction that the droid would have to attend to? 

Rather than ask the Mandalorian and potentially give away their location, he simply reached out with the Force and tipped over the rack of brochures that were given to tourists to encourage them to return to Nevarro. Grogu knew the High Magistrate loved that rack and what it represented for the prosperity and future of the good people of Nevarro. 

The crash was impressive and the effect of it immediate. Both the protocol droid and the High Magistrate rushed out of the office, with the protocol droid making a beeline for the rack. Perfect!

Grogu jumped down from his dad’s shoulder and waved the Mandalorian on. Din Djarin could just whisk Greef Karga back into his office while Grogu continued to distract the protocol droid. He wondered what the Brethren would do in that situation. He felt that he had done exactly what his Jedi training had prepared him to do, but was that enough? 

To be continued…

[skatejoy]

After a drought of information, both the Sui/Han comeback and GP assignments drop on the same day! So much to think about.

Lots of Grand Prix thoughts. I know everything is strategic with these. I can see that strategy with Bock, who got the easiest set of assignments. Less so with Gilles/Poirier with their Finlandia pick, which is a tough field with both the comeback teams jockeying for position.

And CPom and LaLa going head to head in both assignments. Each of them are likely to get silver at their home event. The strategy here for both may be to avoid all the travel to focus on training time. Both now seem like long shots for the GPF. I hope I’m wrong!

Starting with GP France - I’m not surprised to see FB/C there (lots of home cooking coming) but that’s a lot of pressure to be ready for the first GP and no ability to withdraw without sending eyebrows way up. Seeing F\G and G/F go head to head early on will be interesting. So happy to see R/A get two assignments despite the disaster at Worlds.

Cup of China - should be an easy win for Bock. Silver and bronze will be interesting with S/D and L/B fighting it out. Another key match up (and following behind in case others make errors) is B/S and Z/K. Good to see Lim/Quan got an assignment here.

Skate Canada (why do you have to be in Saskatoon??) A coronation for G/P and likely much home cooking for LaLa. I would expect to see CPom in bronze but it’s a very strong field. T/V and Mzazeks for sure and R/A if they are back in form. Hoping for Hensen/Lickers in that TBD.

NHK - Two key face offs. F/G versus G/F again. And the US face off for the third Olympic spot (?) between G/P and the Shibs. This is where I think the Shibs have the best chance of medalling. I’m also excited to see Fabbri/Ayer and Yoshida/Morita debut.

Skate America - A super easy win for Bock unless disaster strikes again this year (can you imagine CPom winning SkAm??!). A strong field with LaLa and L/B in the race for medals. I’m looking forward to seeing Bekker/Hernandez and Tali/Lafonara debut. And that US TBD sitting there reminding us of all the drama last year.

Finally the least predictable (IMO) one - Finlandia. On paper G/P should win, but given the surprise falls last year and politics at play - who knows. FB/C certainly could challenge if their skill or politics are working by then. S/D, T/V and the Shibs will also be in the fight and past home cooking indicates T/V will be taking the bronze. This is also a Shibs versus Z/K ( which I’d guess the Shibs will win) and and Igor versus Marina showdown. The drama will be high. Looking forward to Orihara/Pirinen’s debut. This is also the Brown’s only assignment and it’s a tough one.

On the politics front it looks like USFS is setting Bock up for Olympic gold and giving the Shibs every opportunity to get an Olympic spot. France seems to have thrown all their support behind FB/C, leaving L/B out in the cold as we all feared. Skate Canada sending only 4 teams out?

It’s going to be a very interesting season. My guess would be Bock, G&P, FB/C, F/G and G/F at GPF, but we could have a season like last where the mighty literally fell. Ice is slippery. Those who don’t make the final get the advantage of more training time before the Olympics and good showings at GPF certainly didn’t help L/B or LaLa at Worlds last year.

I can’t wait! We all know one of the key factors is good material, so I can’t wait to see the new programs.

[paladingineer]

The French Fortran Code From Hell

My first job held the grandiose-sounding title of Technical Consulting Engineer, which was a very fancy way of saying "glorified customer support with some additional maintenance tasks."

I was assigned to a piece of software that was used to help people make their code more efficient. Among my duties were: creating documentation and how-to tutorials for the software; answering support tickets for the software; giving lectures on the software; and providing hands-on assistance in what we called Dungeons.

Dungeons were what happened when you locked a bunch of engineers in a windowless room with a handful of TCEs and lunch catering and let them go at their code with the software for the entire duration of the day, completely dead to the outside world - often repeating this process for several days.

I was in quite a few Dungeons during my three horrible years at that soul-sucking job. I want to be clear: the vast majority of this job was the soul-crushing tedium and agony of answering support tickets. The software in question was... not great at providing helpful error messages. 90% of everything resulted in "There's a problem with your license file" even when the license file was fine. So debugging was always an ordeal.

The best ones, strangely enough, were always the tickets from the military, because everything was classified. Anything that happens on their computer is classified. What does the error message say? That's classified. Can you send me the log output? That's classified. What does your license file say on line three? That's classified. You might wonder how this makes anything better for the poor sap trying to debug it. See, when they can't provide you any info, all you can do is send them the entire support script and tell them to go through the steps themselves. Then they message you back a while later politely telling you that it worked and you can now close the ticket. On the other end of the spectrum you had individual customers who bought the software for their own use, and some of these people were real pieces of work. Anyone who has worked customer-facing jobs knows the kind of person I'm talking about.

Anyway, Dungeons were more of an occasional interruption to the never-ending slog of support tickets, and usually a very welcome interruption.

But a couple times it was... let's say interesting. And both of these stories, oddly enough, involve the French.

The first one was the unfortunate time I was in a Dungeon full of engineers who had flown in from France - Paris specifically if I recall correctly. On the 15th of April, 2019. I received a text from my mother with rather alarming news, and thus I had to be the one to inform the room full of French engineers that Notre Dame Cathedral was actively on fire. Needless to say, very little got done that day.

The second one was just plain painful for me. The software in question supports code in both C++ (commonly used language, good) and Fortran (relic from the 1950s, extremely different from most programming languages). It was fairly rare for us to actually deal with the Fortran side of it, however.

But on this occasion, the French engineers I was in a Dungeon with wanted my help optimizing their Fortran code. Fine, I'm not exactly "fluent" but I can probably get the gist of it, I thought.

I was wrong.

You see, this Fortran code was auto-generated. It was not written by human hands and was not intended to be read by human eyes. It contained statements that were hundreds of lines long. Not functions, statements. To those not initiated in programming, this is akin to a run-on sentence that lasts 38 pages. It had variables with such helpful names as xyz and abc. Likewise, for the uninitiated, this is akin to having a pharmacy where all of the bottles are labeled "Medicine, probably."

It had, at some point, been minimally edited, or at least annotated, by humans, however. Because there were a very small handful of comments!

...Which were in French.

I do not speak French.

The French engineers did not know how to translate French Jargon into English.

Obviously, our company did not ever want us to say "we can't." But in this one case, nobody took issue when I looked these French engineers in the eye and just told them "I'm sorry, but this code is beyond our ability to optimize. It is beyond anyone's ability to optimize. It must be cast into the fire and destroyed; and may god help you."

[p1ssyhorroz]

How did you move your 3d modeling so well, I'm a 3d modeling student still new to this and I'm having a hard time for this kind of movement

well, I have experience from 2D animation! I animated 2D animations for YEARS before I started doing 3D, but I can give some tips! Make sure your model has IK's! IK's allow you to keep a part of your mesh completely still! I usualy use them on legs, but they should be on arms too! Every model of mine has those, even if they aren't needed! think of what you want to make before you start! what could help is making a simple 2D drawing of the poses you want to include, and then move the model accordingly! I don't know if this is a feature in other 3D animation programs, but Blender fills movement between frames for you! You just need to space them correctly, and sometimes edit a few frames to limit object overlap! I also use overshots a lot! An overshot is a frame which goes slightly further than the objects position, allowing for slightly better movement! I highly recommend watching tutorials or reading books about animating if you don't know some things! As I said I already have experience so it might be easy for me, but not for others! What I also use is either physics sim (can slow down your computer!) or hand-animated physics objects! Like how I did with C!Pomni, where her hat and skirt both have bones along them, and the hat has IK's so I can move them correctly with the movement! I haven't used those yet (I'm still learning! I do 3D modeling as a hobby, and I learn something new with every project!) but I've heard using paths is useful! It allows you to slide an object along without doing it manualy, I've seen people use it for things like walk cycles! And the last thing, the expressions! How I did Pomni's expressions is pretty easy! I have both Shape Keys and bones assigned to the mouth, the Shape Keys allow me to make mouth shapes like O, which require a lot of deforming, and with the bones I can change the shape of the mouth to my liking! I really hope this helps you! As I said I am still learning myself so not everything might be the best solution, it's just how I did it!

[phenomenalgirl9]

Hi ,

I have been reading you fic for for a long time now . These days i have been quite engrossed in your seventeen fics that you have posted and i would like to request if you could make a Jeongcheol fic . I would be quite greatful to you if you could respond to my request .

Jeonghan x Seungcheol: Reticent Feelings

W/c: 1.1k

Genre: fluff, bl, bxb

Summary: Well Jeonghan has always been a bit inclined towards Seungcheol, more than his liking what happens when they have to work in the same project.

Warnings: none

Rating: for all (13+)

A/n: Sorry for being so late. Idk if you'll like it, it took way too long!! ;) Thanks @yoonsangel08

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“Did you check those codes that I asked you to?” Y/n asked Seungcheol and he nodded his head. “There were some bugs, which were cleared, it's all good to go now,” Seungcheol assured. “Hey Y/n?” Seungcheol called her and asked “What about our requisition?”

A hint of remembrance passed through her face and she said “Right, that was what I was supposed to tell you, before Seungkwan stopped me and I forgot” she said and Seungcheol prepared himself for the answer. This project that was proposed by his team was his dream and the actual reason why he joined his field of programming and this specific company. Why he worked hard in long shifts to get to this post that he is in now. “It was approved and I am assigning a group of designers to work with your team tomorrow morning” Y/n smiled and Seungcheol’s face lit up, his dimples on full show. “Thank you” he whispered to her, “You better treat me well, Choi” Y/n said, tapping the file that was on her on his shoulder.

The next morning Seungcheol woke up very excited, it was when he was on the elevator when he realised he had forgotten to ask which team would be assigned for him and now when he did, you didn’t reply.

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Dread filled his body the moment he walked into the meeting room, there was his team and damn, Yoon Jeonghan sitting with a cocky smirk on his face. “Good Morning Choi Seungcheol Teamleader-nim” he greeted, with that same cocky expression, “It would be a pleasure to work with you”.

“Good Morning, Teamleader Yoon” Seungcheol just said and Y/n entered the room. “We’re all here?” She said “The floor is all yours Seungcheol” she added and took a seat “Seungcheol?” She called to the unresponsive man who suddenly realised everybody was waiting for him. He stood up and started the presentation.

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“Y/n, please” Seungcheol requested. “Teamleader Choi, I thought you said you were fine with anything, as long as this project was passed. No other team has any vacancy other than Jeonghan’s and his team is no doubt the best choice for the kind of designs that is required for your project” Y/n glared “What problem do you even have with him?” she sighed. “I-” Seungcheol started but was interrupted. “If you are not working with him, then the project will be put down on the project list queue and there is no guarantee when it would be taken up for discussion again” Y/n said. “Fine” Seungcheol sighed with a pout.

Hence, Seungcheol found himself on one table with his ‘nemesis’ as he had told Y/n, “so, this is how making it flexible would help better and make it more accessible” Jeonghan said, and Seungcheol was silent not because he didn’t like the idea, but because he did. The man sighed and nodded his head, “okay we’ll go ahead with Teamleader Yoon’s idea” he said.

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“Hey Cheolie” Jeonghan called upon Seungcheol who was enjoying his americano and working. Seungcheol sighed and slightly shook his head at this name Jeonghan always calls him since they first met on his first day. (Jeonghan joined a few weeks before him)

“Yes, Yoon” he said. “So rude” Jeonghan said and continued “anyways, I brought these designs for you to go through, it would be nice if you could look through them when you have time” Jeonghan said with an earnest smile. “Yeah” Seungcheol said coldly and took the file and went back to work and Jeonghan sighed and walked out.

Jeonghan left a shaky breath, “you'll be okay” you assured him,

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“This one would be the most suitable design, sir” A team member told Seungcheol who was in awe with the designs and mentally thanked Y/n, he knew why she said that Jeonghan was the most appropriate designer.

*Jeonghan..” Seungcheol called and Jeonghan stopped at his place. Maybe this was the first time Seungcheol called his name on his own without Jeonghan irking him.

“Y…Yeah? He asked.

“I loved these designs, We liked this one” Seungcheol said, showing Jeonghan the one he was referring to and Jeonghan and a smile played at his face.

“I'm glad” he just said. “Being your team to our workshop. It'll be easier if we're at one place” Seungcheol mentioned. “Okay” he said and rushed to tell Y/n.

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“Stop bouncing your leg” Jeonghan said as he and Seungcheol sat and waited outside the conference room to present the initial planning of their project.

“It's time” Y/n came out to tell them and call them inside and like both the previous meetings Jeonghan stood up and offered his fist to Seungcheol that he bumped and then the duo entered.

They both left the room with smiling faces as the directors approved of their planning and said that they had faith this project will be a growing path for the company.

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Things were going well, the project was progressing fine, and some arguments here and there the team was managing to perform well.

“Why is your face like that?” Y/n asked. “Do you think he hates me?” he said, in a pout. “Jeonghan, I thought things were going well. Why would he hate you?” Y/n said and Jeonghan side eyed her “okay, there's plenty of reasons but he doesn't hate you, he finds you annoying. Yes, you argue but that's normal for two people” she said.

“I don't know why you think this will work” Jeonghan whined. “Even if it doesn't, you were the best choice for the development of this project. Your team is the best in this kinda graphics that he needs” Y/n tried to cheer up the pouty man, who nodded.

She later met Seungcheol in her cabin. “Yes Cheol?” she asked. “Uh, the directors want to see the prototype” Seungcheol said. “I thought that was a good thing” Y/n said, not catching the flow. “It would be if Jeonghan would stop his teasing and just do shit. Like, sorry, I don't mean he doesn't but he just I don't know he's always acting like that, like he's so sweet and nice and it's infuriating. Besides, his approach is so casual” the man complained. “Not everyone works the same way as you do Teamleader Choi, and I hope you realise and respect that as long as work isn't getting hampered” she said sternly and he nodded. She knew he was stressed and was whining so Y/n patted his shoulder and said “You can do this, you're not alone” she assured him.

“Jeonghan? Do you think you could change these graphics a bit so the content could fit better?” Cheol said and Jeonghan nodded.

“I dont- I think this would seem the best, you could just tweak the-” Jeonghan was interrupted.

“You know I am incharge of this project. I don't care if you do or don't realize but right now I am the one who is supposed to make calls. So you are bound to do it!” Seungcheol said, shocking everyone and to some point even himself. He didn't mean to say it so loudly or in that tone as a matter of fact.

Jeonghan simply said “Mingyu, do the changes as per Teamleader Choi says” and left the room hand in pocket.

Seungcheol sat down with his head in his hands as the others pushed each other back to work.

He then found Jeonghan in the cafe with a latte in hand. “Jeonghan, I didn't mean it” Seungcheol said.

“Yeah? But you said it, Team Leader Choi” Jeonghan said, and somehow Seungcheol knew he hurt Jeonghan.

“The files are ready. You're all okay to present tomorrow, as long as your tech works fone” Jeonghan wrote on a note that Seungcheol found on his desk.

The next day Seungcheol found Jeonghan right on time for the meeting like everyday. However, he never stopped Cheol from bouncing his legs. The most shocking was when their manager called them in and Jeonghan walked in straight, fist bump be damned he didn't even look at Seungcheol.

The meeting went well and the prototype was liked and they would soon be applying for investments.

Everything went fine but the last few days, Jeonghan barely talked or even looked at him. The regular shine in his eyes was gone. He stopped bringing Cheol his morning coffee. And now this was a wake up call for Choi Seungcheol.

“I'm sorry? What” Y/n said when Seungcheol explained what was going on, even Jeonghan didn't tell her this. “Do you even have the idea how hard he worked to be in this project with you, just because I told him that You needed him?! He was in another project that he worked day and night to complete so that the higher ups let him work in this one. Only he-” she was interrupted by Seungcheol who said “on he could have made this project a success” and the man took off.

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“Jeonghan” Seungcheol called and rushed towards him grabbing his arm. “I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have acted like that” he said.

Jeonghan could see his and Seungcheol’s whole team with his peripheral vision, he also noticed Mingyu usher everyone back to their workstation as a heavy blush invaded his cheeks. All he could do was nod and pat Cheol’s shoulder.

Jeonghan was surprised the next day with a coffee. He used to do that for Seungcheol before they quarreled. ‘What's going on’ he thought. On telling Y/n she shrugged as she had no idea apparently.

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“Congratulations” Manager Y/n said, hugging the two. “You've finally done it” she said, proudly. “Let's go grab drinks, it's on me” Seungcheol had said and here they are.

The rest of the team had dispersed, and Y/n was about to leave. “I'll go with you” Jeonghan said but Seungcheol pulled him down. “Your house is on my way, I'll drop you” Seungcheol said and nodded at Y/n as she waved and started walking away.

In the cab, the environment was quiet. It was until they reached Jeonghan’s apartment and Seungcheol left the cab to see him off.

“Do you still hate me for that day?” Was the first thing he said as they walked close to the gate and Jeonghan turned to look confused. “I've liked you for so long, but I was so scared of your advances of what anyone in the office would say. But they be damned” Seungcheol said, “You're drunk” Jeonghan said and tried to get in but Cheol held the gates from opening. “You know damn well that I don't get drunk” he said.

“Then you better pay the driver, and take this upstairs” Jeonghan said with a smirk.

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[ripcrispyblonde]

@dvarapala asked: who is campus enemy melissa and how did she and jess become campus enemies in the first place?

thank you so much for this!! i've been meaning to make a post about her for a while

NPCs for Jess - Melissa Murphy

Melissa and Jess were both biology majors on the premed track class of 2007 at Stanford University. They first met at an orientation of sorts a few weeks before their freshman year began. As students on the premed track, they were given upperclassmen to be their mentors of sorts to get settled in and receive advice on keeping themselves on track to acceptance into Stanford Medical School after undergrad. Jessica was assigned to Tyson Brady and Melissa to Joshua Powell. As part of this program, the mentors were required to meet up with their small group of freshman at least five times in the first freshman semester for a stress free outing to voice anything they were having trouble with and relax a bit within their peers. Tyson and Josh often had their groups meet together, so Jessica and Melissa were far from strangers early on. Coincidentally, the two women also ended up in more classes than average together, even their general education requirements.

We all know that Jess was never interested in creating enemies. While she pushed herself to do well in school with her own expectations of herself and some pressure from her mom, she never thought less of anyone that didn't make education their top priority. She is competitive, but not in a way that she looks down upon anyone that ends up beneath her, moreso that she wants to tear her own hair out for not being better. During her freshman year, after spending all of high school focusing on nothing but making herself the perfect applicant to Stanford, Jessica let her hair down a lot in her first college semester. With the heartbreak of her first ever break-up with Brandon on her mind, she tagged along with Tyson Brady to a few baseball parties until she made friends with some girls that frequented parties and attended them quite a bit to blow off steam on the weekends. Jessica had an easier time adjusting to college courses given her private college preparatory high school background. She barely needed to put much effort in outside of the classroom apart from her biology-focused courses and could get by on a few days of studying for each exam.

Melissa on the other hand, despite being valedictorian of her public high school was having a hard time adjusting to Stanford's rigorous academics. When their first exams came back in biology class, Melissa had gotten a C and she had peeked at Jessica's exam with an A- written across the top. With the hard adjustment from high school to ivy league being well-known, there were regular tutoring and study sessions available for the course to help students ease into how to study appropriately. While Melissa started attending these as much as possible, she never saw Jessica in attendance and would often overhear her plans of partying or see her bringing coffees from her barista job to her friends in their 8 am class. Jessica was oblivious to all of this, but the jealousy of Jessica's ability to seemingly have it all with little effort began to eat away at Melissa. Unbeknownst to Melissa, Jessica's lack of sleep between course load, her part time job, parties, and getting involved in the art community on campus was heavily supported by loads of caffeine and naps when she could fit them in.

Melissa's grades did improve, but she was finding less time for socialization to achieve it and her desire for success came more from a place of needing to be better than others, rather than pushing herself to be the best version of herself she could be. A rivalry was brewing rather quickly and Jess was not even aware of the feud until her friend Emily had overheard Melissa talking mad shit about Jess late in the library one night. Suddenly, it all made sense why Melissa insisted on talking about grades so much as Jess was never very keen on sharing them in the first place. She really started to notice how often Melissa was peeking over her shoulder or asking about grades multiple times if Jess tried to breeze past it. Melissa's goals shifted from getting A's to beating Jessica's scores if even by only a point. Despite Jess's best attempts to distance herself from Melissa, their frenemy status was rather solidified as two high achieving women in the pre-med biology track, there wasn't much room to avoid her.

All the while, Melissa was careful to hide her disdain for Jess behind double entendres and upbeat sarcastic remarks when they were around anyone but Melissa's closest friends. Jessica tried to remain civil, but had called her out a few times in private, asking Melissa not to use Jessica as a benchmark for her own success and encouraging her that she was doing great. Jess requested a clean slate as they went into the winter quarter of their freshman year, but she had no idea how much worse it would get. It was early March 2004 when Tyson Brady first introduced Jess to Sam Winchester. While the two had a bit of a rocky start, it was no secret that he was trying to pursue her and she was rather intrigued by the mysterious, brooding man that had a propensity to put his foot in his mouth. Even after she and Sam made their relationship official before finals began in the spring quarter, Melissa was often trying to make herself available to Sam.

Jess was rather convinced that this had nothing to do with Sam himself and everything to do with Melissa's need to be placed above Jess in any way. The final turning point in making Melissa her campus enemy was Melissa literally throwing herself at Sam at a party Jess had begged him to attend with her to let off some steam before finals. She finally snapped and her anger got the best of her. The name-calling and raised voices escalated enough for both Jess and Melissa to be tossed out of the party. A slap across Jess's face led Jess to push Melissa into some rosebushes before Sam was able to corral the inebriated blonde back to his and Brady's dorm room for the night. Jessica is still rather ashamed that her drunken state and anger led her to any sort of physical violence, but after this night she didn't bother hiding her distaste for Melissa publicly. Jess never tried to start anything with her, but if she had survived, she would undoubtedly be hoping that Melissa would have to attend another university for med school.

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Writeblr Q&A

I have been tagged by @scifimagpie (ty for tag) so I shall attempt to answer these questions lezzgo

1. What motivates you to write?

The soup brain has too many thoughts & I have to get them out. Also spite because my asshole 8th grade English teacher said my writing assignment was only worth a C (he was the ONLY one btw I got consistently vv high grades before him) & my Chinese immigrant friend got marked down for not being good at English. Fuck you Mr English teacher

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

(idk have this one from early chapter 2 I guess)

“You mean to say that I was bait,” Talin said.

“Not the word I would use, but in a way, yes,” Red Wolf confessed.

“Why?”

“You have been on the throne for less than a year. If someone wants you dead this quickly, something is amiss. I’d like to find out what.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

My boy Red Wolf. He's just...yes. Autistic werewolf puppy. Could definitely kill me without hesitation or talk me to death with weapons knowledge. I would thank him if he punched me.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I like not writing.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Worldbuilding, no doubt. I am simultaneously the best and worst at worldbuilding. You want a 2000-word essay on how languages & regional dialects evolved over time? I gotchu covered no problem. Want me to stop elaborating on how Hellhound magic is linked to the moon & actually write my sequels? Absolutely not.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I think the writeblr community is chill. Like y'all are just here for a good time and I can 100% respect that & get behind it. I get to write unhinged answers to these questions & not feel bad about it bc I don't have to self-impose ridiculous societal concepts such as 'maintain a professional image on social media'.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener? Am I allowed to say Scrivener even though I use at most like 2% of their features. I am the kind of person who if given nothing but a notes app & a two-hour uni class to sit through will hammer out a full chapter in those two hours instead of paying any attention to class. On the other hand if you want me to actually write during my free time I'm sorry I'm too busy procrastinating writing with art & procrastinating art with gaming.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

This is not a wise question to ask me (see: question 5) unless the goal was to make me sit here for ten minutes typing out an entire essay's worth of worldbuilding word vomit, in which case well played. However for the sake of my own free time & sanity:

The legal system in Kies Tor is probably the single greatest thing I've ever constructed & it plays a crucial part in the plot & was built off the early British/European court system as well as my own special interests in law & criminology. In short it's trying its best but it's also deeply fucked up and I love making the fucked up parts fuck up my characters.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Don't feel pressured to write. If you're staring at the same thing for weeks/months on end of course it's gonna get stale. Heck this Q&A post is the most I've written in weeks.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

@witch-king-of-angstmar ofc (no pressure to answer tho) but other than that I never know who to tag. I have social anxiety what is an interacting. If you see this on your dash consider yourself tagged

[janokenmun]

hard to pick a favorite

if i had to it'd probably being able to return and destructure tuples whenever u want. i LOVE returning multiple things from functions without having to declare a new struct every time

but also the enums are so powerful (while not being awful like c unions)

and cargo Just Works

and the documentation is SO GOOD. definitely the best language documentation i've used so far

also using entire blocks of code as an expression in an assignment statement or w/e is really funny and enables some mildly cursed designs (also i like the if-as-expression syntax more than the ? : syntax like in C)

speaking of syntax the syntax in general!!! it's So Explicit which is very nice. makes it very easy to read imo (especially since my IDE autofills the types for let statements)

a lil bit of functional programming is also nice but tbh i dont use that as much as i could

also so many compiler checks!!! helps me to not have to focus as much on the code. if it compiles its probably correct

ALSO THE UNIT TESTING IS SO GOOD ITS SUCH A NICE LIL FRAMEWORK BUILT RIGHT INTO RUST & CARGO

also very nice that if it gets in ur way theres usually a way around it. what with Cells for getting around mutability issues, Rc for multiple ownership, and unsafe blocks for system-level nonsense, stuff like that

lots of things. its my favorite language for a lot of reasons

reblog with your favorite rust feature

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