#can and will assist with proof reading assignments

[ashenhartkrie]

hello writing friends i am once again offering beta reading/editing services. hmu if you are interested or let a friend know.

general rates:

1000-9,999 words: $10 per thousand words

10,000 words+: $3 per thousand words.

rates be flexible though, i just really enjoy editing and proof reading and helping people achieve their vision. just inbox me, i'm chill.

oh yeah and i guess i'm a published author and edited an anthology as well? just in case you wanted evidence that i'm good at what i do.

[d1etpeps]

i love your aesthetic!!! if i can request something? protective vi x reader? maybe someone is bothering reader in public and vi stands up for her. no violence or anything, just her telling them to back off and taking care of reader. some reassurance maybe? idk i trust your creative process

Headcannon. #3. Protect Me. Roommate!Vi x Fem!Reader, Vi protects you against unwanted attention.

authors note: thank you anon! sorry for the wait, but i wanted this to be perfect (considering you trust my creative process don't). I took it in a bit of a different direction, so hopefully it's worth it.

warnings: descriptions of anxiety/anxiety attacks, gross men and their unwanted opinions, not proof read!

The Last Drop was buzzing with loud voices and sweaty bodies, an unusual scene, although it was a Saturday night. It wasn’t what you’d expected. Every other night, the booths were full, bartenders wiping down one side of a bench just to dirty it again with missed pours of different spirits, but the voices carried conversations, with deliberate laughs.

But tonight? An unusual crowd had found its way through the streets of Zaun, finding one of the most beloved bars, popular for its decorated hero and owner, and began soaking in the spotlight of their makeshift dance floor. 

The music reverberated against the walls, at the demands of the people who found themselves up and around the bar, disrupting those hidden away in booths, just trying to enjoy their time nursing a beer. 

You, like many others, were tucked in a corner booth, lips wrapping around the black straw of your gin and tonic, taking small sips to soothe the bubbling pit of nausea settling in your stomach. You felt the gentle back and forth of Vi’s thumb on your wrist, friendly enough to not cross the line, yet still planting a small seed of doubt, readily awaiting its period to bloom. 

The thoughts in your head had only become a muddy mess of absolutely nothing a few minutes ago when the rushing bodies of Zaun’s most lower-class citizens had come bumping into you, splashing their drinks here and there, enough for Vi to have that twitch in her brow, telling you how frustrated she really was.

She just wanted this to be a nice night for the two of you, to celebrate you after completing a particularly difficult assignment, (she had heard the words molecular biophysics and biochemistry within the same sentence and automatically assumed that the assignment had in fact, been a bitch to hand in). 

What Violet had failed to notice was the way you were beginning to tune out to everything that was being said. She couldn’t blame you, it was almost impossible to hear her own voice over the chanting, dancing and brawls of the newfound crowd. 

You could see her lips moving, powder blue eyes taking hold of your own, attempting to trap you, in which case but this would have imprisoned your mind, willing to listen to her voice until the end of time. Instead, your mind was static. The world was becoming too loud for comfort, the stickiness of countless bodies rubbing against your own, despite being shielded by a booth, with blood feeling like it was draining from your head, there was a crushing heat taking its place.

When your skin started losing colour, replacing the pink of your lips with a sickening colour, Vi knew you were checking out. 

“Hey, Doll? Are you okay?” It was a dumb question to ask; she knew the answer, even if you were to stare her dead in the face and lie, swear on your heart and soul that you were fine, because honestly, you were not prepared for this. 

You tried shaking your head in a desperate attempt not to trigger the swaying of nausea in your stomach, but it was futile. the sweat was beginning to build along your hairline, the warmth of the bar's air only increasing in temperature. 

Vi wasted no time in interlacing your fingers with her own, assisting you on getting up on your feet. With broad shoulders and long strides across the floor, she was shielding your body with your own, always looking back behind her to make sure you were still with her, even though she could feel the radiating heat off your hands. 

When the back door of the bar was pushed open, you could immediately feel the night robbing you of your heat. The pressure of nausea, the thickness in your throat, and the tears welling up were all subdued, frozen in time along with the frost of Zaun’s winter. 

“Are you with me?” Violet asked, her hand brushing the stray pieces of hair framing your face to the side. 

Again, you nodded, less fearful of triggering the nauseated bubbles in your stomach. “I just need to sit down, that’s all.”

You softly hit the brick wall of the alleyway, sliding down slowly against the chilled concrete. Your roommate got down carefully beside you, watching gently at how the cool air kissed back the colour in your face, replacing the sickening feel with a slight brisk presence. 

She observed how you pulled your knees up to your chest, hugging the perimeter of your legs in an attempt to try to keep some warmth as the night's bitterness fed into your body temperature. Violet couldn’t help putting her hand forward to rest on your kneecap, picking up where she left off with the back and forth swaying of her thumb. She knew it was bordering on being more than friends, yet some part of her wanted to see if one day, your facade would slip and that maybe you would react. 

“The crowd-” you started, only getting so far before you chest felt like it was caving in, shallow breaths returning to the surface for just a split moment, before Vi gave a comforting squeeze, looking at you like you were her world, hopes an dreams, but that was something to decipher for another day. “They were all affected.”

Her lips dropped into a frown. She hadn’t wanted to say it or bring it to your attention, watching the glow of fluorescent purple illuminate the Last Drop. It wasn’t something you talked about, preferring to live in a bubble where things were peaceful and safe, almost hiding behind Vi as she protected you from every dark shadow that lingered around the corner.

Violet knew this. She knew that your biggest fear was an apocalypse, and as stupid as it sounds, she never made fun of you for it. Especially not when the distribution of shimmer began. In some ways, the epidemic of the drug infiltrating Zaun was equivalent to the dead roaming the land. Losing themself at the first taste, becoming something more than they ever should have. 

“We don’t have to stay,” It’s soft, something you just catch. But just for a second, you wanted to stay within the two walls of the alleyway, not minding the smell of rubble, as long as you had the girl that you loved appreciated next to you. 

Violet almost jumped when she felt your head rest against her shoulder, taking that as a can we just stay here, in this moment, together? Or maybe dreaming, that’s what was whirlling around in that pretty head of yours. 

Letting you stay perched up against her, she let her eyes flutter shut, just listening to the way your breathing was becoming spaced out at a more regular pace. It had always calmed her in some strange way, just knowing that you were there, even if you were as sweet as sugar; you scared all her monsters away. 

However, her utter concentration on the slow puffs of air you breathed out had distracted her from the fact that a lone man had stumbled into the confinements of the two walls you considered as yours. 

The low whistle snapped you both from the illusion of your own world. 

“Nice legs, gorgeous.” his voice dripped with paralysing venom. 

Vi immediately got up. She towered with her shoulders pulled back, slowly flexing her bandaged hands. You were waiting to get back home to help her wrap her knuckles with fresh bandages to rid the bloodiness of the old ones. 

“Do we have a problem?” Her voice is scarily stable, merely she commenting on his words. 

And, of course, when your head had raised to look at the man who stood only a few feet away, you were cursed by his eyes, watching how each movement of his head was followed with a blur of purple. 

You were scared. Not only of the man, but of what Vi would do. What she could handle and what she thought she could handle were two very different things. 

“I was just complimenting her.” He smirked. “Just take the compliment, sweetheart.”

Her fists clenched again, watching the muscles of her arms strain against her shirt, tauting up into power you were only used to seeing while she was in the pit. 

“Violet.” 

“You want to say that again?” Her voice wavers, cracking under the pressure of her irritation. Yet, it’s nothing short of intimidating.

“C’mon, why don’t you share that fine piece of ass around.”

Your desire to stay cowering down in some form of defeat was gnawing at your gut, however, your heart was telling you to not let this eventuate into something that could injure Vi. She of course, was insanely strong, but she had only ever fought against those who avoided the substance, or even if she had picked a fight with one of them, Vi had the technology that one of Piltover’s finest had gifted her. This was entirely out of her league.

"Violet."

Standing up on two shaky legs, you slip your hand into Vi’s. Intertwining your fingers with hers as best you could, as a silent depiction that whatever masculine energy he thought he was alluding, was not welcome.

The mans face scrunches up, watching as Vi’s eyebrows soften, firmly squeezing onto the hand in her own. 

Mercifully, whatever god above had protected you. You could see the glow of his eyes roll, highlighting the scowl on his face better than the shitty street lights that flickered as one of the undercities latest shimmer addicts disappeared into the loneliness of the night. 

Violet turned to you, a softness replacing the ferocity of her blue eyes. 

You couldn’t help but slip your hand against her cheek, cradling it as she hesitantly leaned into it, appreciating how the warmth of your palm contrasted with the ice of her skin. 

“I’m sorry.” She murmured.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Vi.”

Violet closes her eyes, allowing her arms to wrap around you, hoping that her embrace was enough to tell you everything that was rushing through her mind.

Her lips press to your head, offering a promise within a whisper. "You are nothing like what they say. You're my perfect, doll."

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[hotnbloodied]

Hiiii can I request popular yandere classmate x oblivious reader, oh and can it be smut pleassee?

Thanks for your ask! I started randomly naming all my yanderes even if they are all one shots, I don't know if I want to keep it though. We'll see. This one almost fucking tore me to shreds, I might need a break after this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Popular Boy X Oblivious Reader (!!SMUT!!)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, there is SEX, sloppy lewd writing, yandere tendencies, reader is kind of silly here. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

It was the first group project of the year! You and three other people were going to be randomly assigned together to work on a research project about something or another. The first two seemed like nice people but the third was Atticus, your friends have talked about him before. Wasn’t he popular or something? When the group met face to face you finally understood why, he was funny, charismatic and quite the looker. Your group decided to meet up in the library and you thanked your lucky stars that it seemed everyone was working well with each other. The other two in the group knew each other and were friends so when one of them had to leave later on in the day the other one did so as well leaving you and Atticus the only ones in the group still in the library.

Without the other two here, people were more inclined to come by to say hi to Atticus causing him to get distracted, you didn’t care much honestly, you had work to do after all. You overheard a couple of the people who came to talk to Atticus talk about some sort of group karaoke and that he should join them. “Sorry guys, I’m still with my group partner,” he apologized. You looked up, “it’s all good, this is just the first day after all.” Atticus looked at you incredulously. “See? Even your groupmate thinks it’s fine. Join us, Atticus, the girls are asking for you.” Internally he was annoyed, he already said no and the least his groupmate could do was back him up. Were you really that stupid? Eventually though, he was able to convince them to leave him alone. But when he turned expecting to see you still sitting there you were gone. Your stuff was still here so he assumed you went to get more material to research.

Scanning over the library he spots you eventually, struggling to reach for a book on a higher shelf. He sighs and starts walking over to assist but it turns into a run when he notices that you’re about to get toppled by said books. He covers you from getting hurt and curses at himself because having books fall on him fucking hurts. “What are you doing?” He says sternly, “if you can’t reach something ask for help.” He gasps, some of his true self leaked out, his image of a prince type is over. “Dang I’m sorry, you’re right. No sense in getting myself hurt, thanks! By the way, are you okay?” Suddenly, his heart raced, he didn’t know why. It might have been the way you looked under him currently, or it might have been the way you accept his rough tone with you, but either way he was going to explore it, explore you.

The project goes by smoothly, you still hang out with Atticus since the two of you exchanged numbers due to the project. You found it really weird though, each time you hung out with him and his friends, his friends were never able to make it. You hope you’re not scaring them away. Little did you know that if anyone is scaring people away it’s Atticus. The more time he spent with you was like heaven but also hell. He loved spending time and learning new things about you but, fuck, why were you not picking up any of the hints and flirty signs he was giving you?! Like today when it was just the two of you again, you two were at the movies and he tried to get an arm over your shoulder. “Oh my! Are you cold? Here, you can have my jacket.” And wrapped him up in your jacket! Sure, being able to smell your scent was nice but that’s not what he wanted! To rub salt on the wound too, after the movies his friends spotted him and invited you two to join them and you ACCEPTED! “Oh sorry, were you guys on a date?” One of his friends asked. “Oh no, we’re just chilling! We’d love to join you!” You responded. He almost choked up blood.

He went to his last resort and feigned sickness. Worry etched your face and you apologized as you helped carry him away. He convinced you to go to his place since it was nearby and was a bit hurt that you agreed so readily, you were going to be in a private space with him after all. Arriving at his place you helped him inside, all the way to his room. As you wished him better and got up to leave he tugged your arm. “Wait a minute,” he says. “Hm? What’s up, need something?” He hugs you, “I… I need you.” Not sure what he meant, but feeling like he needed this, you hugged him and both of you stayed like that for a while. That was, until his lower half decided to act up. “Do you, uh, need help with that?” You ask, almost too innocently. His face flushed, “help with this…?” “Of course, a boner is a natural part of your body, you know. Though I also heard that boners don’t happen just because someone is horny though…are you horny?” Atticus felt the blood rush to his head, all he could do was meekly nod.

You were sucking on his member, he could tell that you’ve done something like this before but maybe not too often due to the slight hesitation you exhibited. Regardless though he never imagined you would have been so willing to do this for him, should he have asked sooner? The sight of your mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock, he wasn’t the type that was quick to cum but just because it was you doing this act on him he felt close. He couldn’t have that, so he grabbed your shoulder and urged you on to his bed. “Take off your clothes,” he instructs. You did as he told, he gulped, he wanted this for how long now? It felt surreal that this was real. He couldn’t help but use his hands to explore your body, groping, touching, feeling your warmth. Your breathing quickened, you weren’t sure why he was taking so long, his exploration of your body started making you feel needy. You were close to telling him to hurry but let out a yelp when he started to suck and lick on your chest. He worked his way down to your lower area.

“What are you doing? Is all this necessary?” You ask him. “Please,” he begged, “I just need this, won’t you let me?” You whimpered, this is good and all but all this teasing is something you aren’t used to. He sucked and tongue prodded you for a while, you said that you would let him do what he wanted but you wanted to release soon and his tongue wasn’t doing that for you. “Hey, uh– hnn!!” Before you could say anything more he inserted a finger then two into you, rhythmically finger fucking you. Making sure to brush against your g spot each time. You were so close and Atticus knew it, so he stopped making you whine even louder. “Why did you stop?” “Grind on my dick,” he ordered. Sluggishly you got up and did as he was told. “Don’t even try to insert before I allow you to.” So you rubbed your sensitive area against him, slow at first but even you can grow impatient and you’ve been that for a while. Your wetness making a mess and with your bodies grinding against each other a squelching sound reverberated through the room along with the heavy panting and moaning. “Soon please?” You begged. Atticus needed you badly as well so he pushed you down on the bed again and aligned himself before pushing in causing you to scream out from the intrusion. He jackhammered you silly, “fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he chanted like a mantra, “I need you so bad.” What followed was one of the hardest orgasms you ever had. He unsheathed from you and quickly went to your face marking your face all over with his seed.

After a couple of beats you asked, “hey, uh, can I have some napkins?” “S-sorry,” he scrambled to his drawer and took out a box of tissues. After you cleaned yourself up you asked, “I’d like to borrow your bathroom.” He told you that it was down the hall. You took your clothes and left his room, when you came back you thanked him. “Well that was fun! I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you later alright?” And left. He was shocked, how fucking clueless can you be?? He was going to make sure you understood that you were his now and he was going to move heaven and hell to make sure that happens, his darling.

[c0llisiion]

Hihi, Idk if requests are open. But can you do Suga x fem!reader where he fucks her while her hands are behind her back…maybe degrading and dumbifaction. Possibly edging?? If you’re comfortable. ily !

FAVOURITE — M.YG

★Pairing: min yoongi + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: not proof read, mean dom!myg , office!au , office sex , unprotected sex (practice safe sex!) , bondage , pussy slapping , fingering , dumbification , slight edging , name calling , nicknames — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,479

A/N: hiii!! Sorry if this took so long 😭 tysm to user for sending me this! I had sm fun writing it! I hope it checks out all that you wanted 😞🥰 enjoy!!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

The bundle of files came flying at you, hitting you on the chest, The impact made you stumble back a bit. “Are you fucking stupid???” Yoongi spat at you from behind his desk. An angry scowl was plastered on his face. He slammed his hand on the desk. “I ask you one thing, and this is the result?!” You flinch at his words and actions. Your gaze was low, trying to avoid any eye contact with the furious man that stood in front of you. 

Being Yoongis assistant was not as easy as you thought. You thought it would be all easygoing and happy because you were literally working for one of the biggest corporations and were hired as the personal assistant for the CEO! Isn't that a dream!!?? You would think. It was far from that. Yoongi was a sadist. He liked torturing you. Giving you the hardest assignments or tasks for you to complete and, on top of that, a very short amount of time to finish them. He made you follow millions of rules because ‘you are new, so you need guidance, right?’. You started getting why his other assistants resigned. 

You stared at the ground, on the verge of tears. You were a pretty sensitive person, so him screaming at you, accompanied by the throwing of things, was the perfect recipe for your waterworks to pour. You tried staying strong and tried to put up with his attitude, but today was the last straw.

“Are you that incompetent? Is this how I taught you? You dumb fucking slut! The only thing you are good at is flirting and fucking my employees!” He snapped at you harshly. Your heart sank at his words, and you started sniffing. He noticed it almost immediately and walked towards you, his lean body towering over your small frame as he stared down at you. You stayed silent, as you were not allowed to talk back to him until he said so. You gulped before hot streams of tears started pouring down your face. Yoongi stared at you, amused, A smirk was on his face as he finally broke you. He lifted your chin up and stared into your tear-filled eyes blankly. “Pathetic… Did I really hire a crybaby?” You shook your head. “N-no.. sir… w-whatever you said is not true…” You spoke up. You stutter in fear. “What?” His grip on your chin tightened. He got closer, his other hand creeping behind and groping your plump ass. Your breath hitched at his sudden action. His hand travels down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around them as he brings your face closer to his own. “Gon’ teach you a good lesson, ‘kay? So better shut your stupid fucking mouth and listen t’ me..” he hissed. His hand on your ass went under your short pencil skirt. You gulp and shudder when you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your wet cunt. “So fucking wet.. you like it when I get angry at you, dont you , pretty?” His other hand found your ass cheeks before spreading and giving them a tight slap. You whine as you feel his fingers prod into your cunny , your head falling onto his chest. Hot tears stained his white button up. 

“S-sir.. please .. its embarrassi-“ He cut you off by landing a slap on your wet cunt. You jerk forward at the impact and sob as you watch Yoongi spread your cheeks and admire your pretty pussy. “So pretty… everything about you is perfect…” he praised. You whimpered as you felt his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy. You couldn’t do much as he had you bent over his desk, with his black valentino tie, binding your hands together behind your back. He gently placed a kiss on your slit, sending shivers down your spine. You writhed as he made out with your pussy. You gasped out as he slapped your ass. “Quit moving, bitch.” You gulped and closed your eyes as he licked a long stripe. Your eyes rolled back, and you started drooling as you felt his tongue inside of your warm walls. Yoongi buried his face in your pussy, his nose nudged inside. His tongue moved inside you with precision. A stream of your arousal ran down yoongis chin and your thighs. He moaned as he felt you clench around his tongue. “So wet. You are such a slut..” he mumbled into your pussy. You cried out as yoongis fingers found your neglected clit, slender fingers toying with the sensitive bud to overstimulate you. “S-sir… s’ too much!” Yoongi pulled away, leaving your cunt throbbing. He stood up and hovered over your small frame. You look up at him with glossy eyes, and a fucked out face, barely even being able to comprehend what’s going on. “Too much?” You nod dumbly, your eyes on the verge of tears. Yoongi's hands smoothed over your sweaty forehead, pushing away the stray hairs. “I barely started, princess..” Your mouth falls agape as you feel his fingers circle your entrance. “You disappointed me today… don’t you think i –squelch– deserve compensation..?” Your eyes roll back, and you moan as his fingers curl into your g spot. Your legs were trembling as four of his fingers went in and out off your sex, his hands already getting coated with your juices, almost reaching the cuffs of his suit jacket. Loud, squelching sounds accompanied by your soft moans bounced off the walls of his office. Yoongis other hand, found your perky nipples, playing with them through your thin shirt. “Mmm-ngh- s-sir….” You were too out of it to even speak. His fingers drove into you at an insane pace. Your mind was foggy as you slurred your words. “Gon -ngh- na.. c-cuum…” you almost felt like you were going to black out, but you were quickly brought back to earth as Yoongi pulled his fingers away. You cried out and turned around to look at Yoongi.

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as Yoongis long cock plunged into you without a warning. Yoongi had a shit eating grin as he watched your reaction. He started moving his hips, sharp thrusts abused your walls. Your eyes crossed, and you started drooling from the sides of your mouth as Yoongi pounded into your squelching pussy. One of his hands was on your hip, keeping your body steady, and the other was on your head, squishing the side of your face. With every driving thrust into your pussy, the desk shook. You were crying and whining. Yoongi's cock was just too good. He pulled your head back, making you look into his eyes. “Look at you… all fucked out, and i barely started… feels good, princess? Does my princess like getting fucked like this? Yeah?” You whine at his words, unable to speak. You looked at him with your big, glossy eyes, lips in a pout, and eyebrows stitched together.  Yoongi almost lost it after looking at your state. “Is the dick too good that my princess cant even speak?” He scoffed before wrapping his hand around your neck, bringing you closer to his body. He used his other hand to lift one of your legs up on the desk. The new position hit the right spots. You moaned as his cock continuously bruised your cervix. He would pull back all the way and plunge into you, grazing your sensitive g spot. The hand on your neck was an added stimulation. “Fuuuuuckk…- sirrr.. -hic- its too g-goodd..” “yeah? Does my pretty little slut wanna cum? Does she wanna come all over boss’s dick?” He said it in between hot breaths. You nodded incoherently. “Mhmffm- wan’ more… wanna c-cummm….” Yoongis eyebrows furrowed as he watched your pussy suck him in. A thick ring of your cream was coating his pelvis. “So good… such a pretty whore.. do you see the way your pussy is taking me? ‘m gonna fill you up. Im gonna make sure you walk out with my cum dripping down your thighs. Wan’ everyone to know who this whore belongs too..” you cried out at his words, and a stream of your hot arousal gushed out of your pussy. You fall limply onto the desk and let Yoongi use your cunt. Not long after, his hot cum filled your womb. Rope after rope. He hunched over your small frame, holding you close to his body as he calmed himself down from his intense orgasm. 

Yoongi laid your weak body down on his office couch. You were barely conscious. He had cleaned you down and fixed your hair.��He untied your hands and smoothed over the red marks. He had your head on his lap, as he ran his fingers through your slightly sweaty hair. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“ My favourite girl. ”

A/N: thank you for reading!! Did it seemed too rushed? I told i will post rqs in march but i couldn’t help but post it 😭 was the office theme okay? Hope you liked it <3 i will be back 🔜 pookies hehe

[saursoob]

Dream, Ivory - yang jungwon

🎧 listen to: Dream, Ivory while reading !

genre: fluff, ignoring him due to work you find a way to make it up to him.

wc: 600+

“who are you texting?” your boyfriend asked as he laid in bed next to you attempting to look over at your phone screen. you glanced over to him and noticed a slight pout resting on his lips, clearly upset that you weren’t paying attention to the movie he had put on for the both of you: ‘harry potter and the half blood prince’ you gave him no response, too busy typing away on your device to reply. (that and aside from the fact that you’re incapable of multitasking.)

as you laid comfortably on your back he decided to throw his left arm and leg onto you, side hugging you. “y/nnnn” he said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and leaving a soft peck, begging for any sort of attention. you hummed in response, he smiled now that he had your attention, “stop texting, pay attention to your boyfriend.” you sighed, still fixated on your phone as you replied, “sorry wonnie, its work. i cant ignore it” his pout deepened making his dimples more pronounced as he paused the movie and snuggled up to you closer, deciding to close his eyes in the meantime as he patiently waits for you to be done.

about thirty minutes pass of your general manager complaining about how it’s your responsibility to make sure the new company interns had work to do and someone to go to if they have questions and simply going on and on about how you’re not doing enough as a whole. this claim was obviously bogus by the way, yes you’ve been training the new interns and giving them somewhat of simple assignments but it wasn’t your fault that one of the college students couldn’t grasp the basic task you thoroughly explained and not to mention didn’t even bother to ask you for assistance.

you had finally had enough and shut off your phone, you honestly didn’t care if your G.M yelled at you tomorrow for this, she had said more than enough. you sighed as you looked over to your boyfriend who looked sound asleep cuddled up on you. “wonnie” you said softly. “are you asleep?” your boyfriend would often rest his eyes and accidentally fall asleep so assuming he was you reached over your hand and began playing with the bangs of his hair. he leaned into your palm instinctively, a slight hum coming from him as his eyes opened softly to your touch. “you done?” he asked, voice still sleepy. “mhm” you responded and he gave a lazy smirk. “good” you smiled and reached for the remote to continue the movie but jungwon stopped you before you could unpause it. you look at him expectingly and he glared at you innocently, “what is it won?”

“don’t you think you should make up for ignoring me?”

“but it was work?”

he pouts.

“never mind.” he grumbled.

you gently position him on his back and straddled him, “what about this?” you say as you lean down to kiss his right cheek gently.

he chuckles, “mm not enough”

you giggle and kiss his forehead next, then his nose, admiring the love struck expression your boyfriend makes after each one.

after basically kissing his whole face you back away to look at him once more. without saying a word he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips, cupping your face to deepen it and releasing shortly after. “you’re so cute”

“now lets go to sleep, yeah?” still guilty you asked, “you sure? we can finish the movie now. im done on my phone, promise.” he shook his head on the pillow, “its okay, i just want you in my arms”

your boyfriend was so cute when he was like this, cuddled up in your big dark green sheets waiting to be embraced. you couldn’t help but think he looked so small in the big blanket. you smiled in between your response, “okay wonnie”

A/N: late night wonnie drabble ! this is not proof read so i apologize if its shit ☺️☺️

perm tags: @skittlez-area512 @aaa-sia @nishislcve

[mothiir]

a great kindness done

this is a sequel to the fic words rarely spoken but you don’t need to have read that to understand this. the only background is that the POV character is a serf who said one nice thing around peturabo, who responded — calmly and rationally — by dragging her off and jerking off onto her face. @moodymisty hope this is okay I wrote it in one go and couldn’t be bothered to proof read it so it’s not my finest work 😅

cw: power imbalance, dubcon in that no one reallyyyy gets the chance to say no.

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It was not the Men of Iron who felled the corrupt government that held dominion over your planet, but the yellow-clad Imperial Fists, led by their father Dorn — and yet it was the Iron Warriors who rebuilt afterwards, smelted ore from the. cavernous depths of the planet, built barracks and cities and factories, and it is the reconstruction that matters more. Anyone can siege — it takes real talent to build —

“No,” Perturabo says, tearing your dress open with one flick of his wrists, your breasts spilling free. He kicks the door to his quarters closed, hard enough to dent the durasteel. “No, it’s — hard to siege —“

“Of course my lord,” you stammer, rewriting your internal script. “I’m so stupid, please forgive me —“

“Not stupid,” he growls. “Just human, foolish — “

He lifts you up with one hand, effortlessly strong, palm large enough to almost cover your entire arse as his fingers bite into the meat of your thighs. With his free hand, he fumbles at his armour; removing the entire suit would take time, and the assistance of the Iron Circle (he allows no serf near his armour), but he’s in a hurry, and so only bothers with his codpiece. It clatters to the floor with an uncharacteristic lack of care. You imagine the machine spirit within fuming at the ill-treatment.

“—sieging is hard, and rebuilding as well, and the people who hail the Fists are — are misguided, silly little children with shiny trinkets and —“

You don’t get any further into your mollifying speech; Peturabo’s tongue fills your mouth. He doesn’t kiss so much as attempt to lick your skill clean from the inside, his gauntleted hand biting bruises into your buttocks.

“You’re mine,” he says, pulling away. A strand of saliva stretches between his mouth and yours.

“Always,” you say, privately wondering what his reaction would have been had you done more than simply thank the Imperial Fist. For that is what set this whole affair off — all you did was smile, and thank the Astartes, because he had held a door for you. That was that. And here you are.

“Mine,” he growls, again, his voice slipping lower, into a register that sounds more chainsword than human. It frightens you on an instinctive, primal level — like standing before the merciless churning of a great furnace, and knowing that should you fall in, even your bones would be reduced to ash.

“Yours,” you echo. “All yours.”

It has been barely three weeks since the start of your — well, relationship is a strong word for what amounts to kidnap and a permanent assignment to Perturabo’s service. Rather: a permanent assignment to service Perturabo. The work is certainly easier than your previous role — cleaning, some mending, plenty of time on your back — but although the rations are better, you do wish that some of them were not routinely painted across your tits.

“Yes,” he says, and buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. His forehead crumples, as he huffs annoyance. “You smell wrong.”

“I’m — I’m sorry —“

You can’t help your gibbering apologies, even though you know it irks him when you show any outward sign of fear (“I’m not going to hurt you, you foolish little whore,” he once thundered, in a surprisingly unsuccessful attempt at comfort).

“No. Not your fault. Mine.”

He drops you onto his bed, standing before you, his cock level with your face. He strokes himself — once, twice — then shoves it towards your mouth. It bumps against your slack lips, and he grunts in frustration.

“Open. Now.”

You let your tongue loll out, slurping around his prick; he likes it when you’re messy and wet, drinking him down like he’s the only nourishment you’ll ever receive. For the first three days, you had thought this the case, until you realised that no, he’d just forgotten how often humans were meant to eat — he wasn’t planning to force you to subsist on a diet of Primarch ejaculate.

He rubs his length over your face, almost poking you in the eye a few times, deliberately working his pre-cum into your hair. He likes that as well: leaving you covered in the remnants of his pleasure, often refusing to allow you to wash it off afterwards. You keep your mouth open, like a mindless hole for him to grind against and spill inside.

“Not enough,” he mumbles, and catches your jaw with his index finger and thumb. “Need to be inside — this will hurt.”

You don’t have time to protest, or even ask what he means. He pulls smartly down, forcing your jaw open, and something clicks. Pain streaks up to your ears, and suddenly you can open wide enough to accommodate his cock. He moans satisfaction, and forces himself deeper into your throat, heedless of the scrape of your blunt, human teeth. Your body starts to panic at the lack of air; you want to pull away but you can’t; you want to breathe, but you can only manage strangled sips through your nose, and hurking gasps through a jaw that feels fucking dislocated —

And then it is over, and Perturabo pulls out, and the dark wings of terror beat a little softer. Drool drips from your abused mouth; your eyes stream. You want to ask him what the hell was that, what — and before you can think how to form the words he’s pushed in again, his fingers holding your mouth open, one hand cupping the back of your head to angle you to his liking. It takes him a few bruising thrusts to the roof of your mouth before he gets it quite right, and slides down your gullet in an implacable surge.

He continues like this for long enough that you lose track of time: your world reduced to the thick, sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat; the pain in your jaw; the slap of his balls up against your chin; the smell of him, like gunpowder and hot steel and something else, something completely inhuman. He takes you to the verge of blacking out — your vision blurring, your thoughts growing disjointed — and then permits you a hard swoop of a breath, before pushing back in. When he does eventually cum, it’s as you breathe in — you end up inhaling some of his cum, coughing and sputtering up the last little bit of your dignity, along with a wad of white gunk.

“My — my lord —“ you gasp, trying to form words: give me a moment to breathe, let me rest —

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” There’s an edge to his voice now — needling and hungry. “You’re all mine.”

He wrenches you up by the hair, catches your jaw and feels along the sides. You’re as delicate as a bird next to him, and just as fragile.

“Nothing broken. You’ll be fine.”

“Yes my lord. Thank you my lord.”

He grunts irritably, and you scramble to think what you could possibly have said — and then it occurs to you. Thank you my lord. Exactly the words you’d spoken to the Imperial Fist.

Before you can think of a better way to convey your appreciation, Perturabo has shoved your face back into his groin, this time forcing your lips against his balls.

“Suck,” he says, and you do: rolling crinkly skin against your tongue, taking the warm weight of them in your open mouth. Perturabo, a man of few words at the best of times, directs your mouth back to his cock by dragging at your hair.

The second time he cums it is all over your face. You get a brief reprieve as he wrangles off some of his armour, enough that he can clamber onto the bed without his limbs being held to stiff attention.

Then he flips you onto your hands and knees, slots his cock against your cunt — you feel him snigger at your panicked clench — then slides himself to his more accustomed place: fucking between your bruised, tender thighs.

“One day soon,” he pants, as he thrusts, “I’m going to fill that tight cunt up.”

“Yes — please —“ you reply, exhausted and sticky and barely able to string the words together. “But let me prepare — first —“

He leans over your back, hunching awkwardly so he can lick at your neck, his breath humid in your ear.

“Yes — will split you open — split you open and fuck you full and everyone knows that you are mine —“

He flips you back over before he cums, milking his release onto your chest. You feel his cum starting to dry in your hair, cling to your skin; you feel absolutely disgusting. And yet Perturabo looks at you with a bizarre mix of hunger and tenderness. Like you are just the most precious thing he has had the privilege to own.

By the fourth time, you think he’s starting to calm down. The rest of his armour discarded, the Iron Circle tidying as discretely as war machines can, and he has you stroke him off with your sticky, trembling hands.

“Open,” he says, and you let your jaw hang slack, the hinges still aching. His release spills all down your front as you make a lacklustre attempt to swallow what catches on your tongue.

You don’t think your throat will ever work properly again. Maybe he’s ruined it entirely, shaping it into nothing more than a cocksleeve for his use.

The tenderness is back in his eyes as he lifts something up to your face. Too fucked out and bleary to register what it is, it’s the camera flash that alerts you to the pict he’s just taken.

“Hey!”

“Shhh. This is just for me. Just to see how pretty you are. Just to remind me.”

He strokes your hair, heedless of the cum drying in it, and inhales deeply, grinning at how thoroughly you smell of him. No one will ever mistake you for anything other than his.

“And no more thanking Imperial Fists, yes ?”

“Yes my lord,” you say.

[scotianostra]

On June 9th William Wallace is said to have defeated Aymer de Vallance, Earl of Pembroke, Sir John Sieward, son of the Earl of March and the English army, killing the general and a great number of the troops, at the Battle of Black Ironside Forest, near Crail in Fife.

Historians find difficulty in reconciling the date assigned... (12 June, 1298) with other facts in Wallace's history; but Blair, (Wallace's chaplain )... distinctly states that on the 12 June 1298, the guardian of the kingdom (Wallace) vanquished the English... at Ironside..., with their general... Aylmer de Valance, Earl of Pembroke.(Information from a Book 'Relations... Arnaldi Blair, capellani',) The battle is described by Blind Harry, the minstrel. The name of Wallace's Den... immemorially attached to a deep gully on the farm of Parkhill... affords presumptive evidence of the site of the battle.

(There is no good historical evidence for this battle, which apparently rests only on the authority of Blair, and Blind Harry (Henry the Minstrel).)

My main source states that "Sir Aymer de Vallance, Earl of Pembroke, and Sir John Sieward, son of the Earl of March, landed with an army in Fife, and proceeded to burn and waste. They were met by a Scotch force under Wallace in the forest of Black Ironside, and were totally defeated."

Before anyone corrects the word "Scotch", not my choice of word, and it has been misused throughout the centuries, medieval chroniclers didn't have nitpickers on the internet going through everything hoping to pull someone up, most of them were part of a religious order, you criticise them and you most likely got thrown in the stocks, or worse, maybe they should bring that back?

Not only is there very little about this "battle" but there is also historical proof that Aymer de Valence lived beyond 1298 and died in 1324. His wiki page does say that "he also served as military commander in occupied Scotland. In 1298 at Blackearnside, a forest of alders, to the east of the village of Newburgh in Fife, he suffered an ignominious defeat from a force commanded by Wallace, Guardian of Scotland." So if the battle did take place he did survive it.

Anyway I have posted this to show you how difficult it can be trying to verify facts of things perhaps you have not heard of but I want to let you know about. I hope this all makes sense!

Tthe photo which is in a layby above “Wallace’s Bridge”, on the Gauldry to Newburgh road, high road above River Tay, it reads "Black Earnside 12th June 1298 On this site a major tactical battle was fought and won for Scotland by their guardian, Sir William Wallace, against the Earl of Pembroke, who was acting on the orders of his English master, Edward Plantagenet.

The plaque has been erected by the people of Newburgh in recognition of the part played by their forebears in assisting Sir William Wallace in defence of our country.

[lupinmoonlight]

Heyyy i love ur writing girl it is amazing.

So I wanted to request smth. Well I thougth about smth like she's in her last year and she sees him for the first time and directly falls in love with him? After a poison lesson she has to serve detention and prof snape isn't there so remus takes over and they flirt and make out or smth???

Masterlist AO3 Kind of part 2?

Detention?

Summary - Your detention takes an unexpected turn. You end up candidly sharing stories and chocolate with Professor Lupin, perched on a desk side by side, work completely forgotten. Tension builds up and fluff ensues (1,462 words).

Warnings - professor/student relationship, age gap, kissing, fluff, some touching, very light smut if you squint, flirting, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof-read.

Notes - Thank you for your request anon! Sorry for taking so long. University is kicking my butt! Thank you to everyone for sending requests! Don't worry, I am slowly going through them. Thank you for your patience :)

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for another evening under the oppressive gaze of Professor Snape. The cold, damp air of the dungeons made your skin crawl and it clung to you in a way that made you shiver. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the weight of yet another unfair, unjustified, stupid detention settled in the pit of your stomach.

When you opened the door, however, instead of the dark, brooding presence of the dungeon bat, you were met with the soft, gentle gaze of Professor Lupin. You both stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the unexpected meeting. A beat of awkward silence filled the room, but Lupin was the first to break it.

"Y/N," he began, the slight hint of a smile on his lips, "It seems there's been a change of plans. Professor Snape had to attend an emergency and asked me to oversee your detention."

You nodded, trying to mask the relief and thrill that washed over you. "I…understand, Professor."

Lupin held up a piece of parchment, clearing his throat slightly before reading in a tone that was slightly mocking the one of Snape's, "Detention assigned to Miss L/N for assisting another student during class." He raised an eyebrow, looking rather incredulous. "Your punishment is to hand wash every potion instrument."

Lupin rolled his eyes and, with a swift flick of his wand, every beaker, flask, and cauldron gleamed, spotless clean. You watched in astonishment, your voice suddenly caught in your throat.

Lupin grinned. "I think making a student wash instruments for a good deed is rather absurd. Consider your detention…modified. You're free to leave, or you can stay here and keep me company while I grade these essays," he said, motioning to the large pile on his desk, a hint of hope in his tone.

A part of you knew you should leave, but another part- the part that longed for his company- compelled you to stay. The allure of spending time alone with him was too tempting to pass up. "I think I'll stay, if that's alright with you, Professor. I have some studying to do and could use the quiet space."

He nodded and smiled, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer than necessary. "Suit yourself."

The room settled into a comfortable silence. The only sound was the occasional rustling of papers and the scratch of quills. But beneath the calm, there was an underlying tension, something that made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn up slightly.

You found yourself losing focus on your book. Every time you tried to concentrate, your eyes would drift towards Lupin. You'd steal glances, noting the way his brow would furrow in concentration, the soft sigh he'd let out reading a particularly difficult essay, the way the quill looked so small held between his long fingers. Your mind wandered, thinking about what his fingers would feel like gripping your thigh, around your neck, under your skirt…You forced yourself to snap out of it before the way you started to squirm betrayed your dirty mind.

Lupin wasn't oblivious either. He'd occasionally glance up, catching your gaze, making you flustered. The blush that crept up your cheeks did not go unnoticed, and it only fueled the Professor's smitten glances.

Clearing your throat, you tried to break the tension. "Professor, may I ask a question?"

"Of course," he replied, setting down an essay.

"Why did you really offer me to stay?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Lupin paused, searching for the right words. "I believe in fostering a space for students where they feel safe and…understood. And, well, perhaps I enjoy your company."

As the night wore on, the stack of essays lay forgotten. What began as a quiet study session slowly morphed into something more intimate, a shared space of laughter and stories. You had both abandoned your work, now perched side by side on a desk, a half-eaten chocolate bar between you.

The closeness was new for you. Your knees occasionally brushed, sending little jolts of electricity through you. Your usual shyness melted away bit by bit, replaced by a comfortable ease you hadn't known you could feel around a professor.

"So, Professor," you started, a curious tone in your voice, "what was your time like at Hogwarts? Any wild adventures?"

"Oh, plenty," Lupin reminisced with a soft laugh. "My friends and I…we were quite the handful. Always exploring, getting into trouble."

"Trouble?" you echoed, your interest piqued. "You don't seem the type."

"There's a lot beneath the surface, Miss L/N," he replied, a hint of mystery in his voice. "I wasn't always the…composed professor you see now."

Feeling an unexpected surge of courage, you decided to push the limits a little bit, inching closer, "Oh? Show me then, Professor," you said teasingly.

To your surprise, Lupin didn't retreat. Instead, he stood up, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk. He leaned in, close enough that you could see the faintest lines of laughter around his eyes.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your cheeks burning. You'd never been this close to him- or anyone- like this.

"You know," he said softly, "when I was your age, I thought I had the whole world figured out. But life…it has a way of surprising you."

You swallowed hard, your gaze fixed on his. "Like how?"

"Like finding yourself in a dungeon, sharing a chocolate bar with a remarkable student," he replied, how voice low.

You laughed nervously, "And what else has life taught you, Professor?"

His eyes twinkled. "That sometimes, the things we want most are the ones we least expect. And often, they're right in front of us."

You breath hitched. The air between you was charged, stifling, intoxicating.

"Professor, I-" you began but faltered, unsure of what you were about to confess.

Lupin tilted his head, his expression softening, leaning in so close that your breaths mingled. His proximity was overwhelming, rendering you speechless.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. "It's okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper.

Before you could gather your thoughts, he brushed his lips against yours, so softly it was like a whisper of a touch, as if he knew if he allowed himself more he wouldn't be able to hold back. It was a tentative kiss, a test of boundaries. The faint taste of chocolate lingered from the bar you'd shared, blending with the unique essence of him, creating a flavor that was intoxicatingly him.

His hands, which had been respectfully resting on the desk, now traveled with a newfound boldness, moving from the nape of your neck down to your waist, drawing you infinitesimally closer. His touch was possessive yet gentle, strong yet incredibly tender, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Everything around you blurred into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of forbidden desires and burgeoning feelings. You found yourself cataloguing everything- his scent, his warmth, the roughness of his scruff in contrast to the softness of his lips- committing each little detail to memory. You wanted more, craved more, wanted him to pour his soul into you, becoming one.

As he pulled back, there was a teasing glint in his eyes. He studied your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your lips, tracing the curve gently, the contact going straight to your core. His gaze was intense, hungry, searching, as if trying to read every thought that raced through your mind.

"The end of the year is approaching. You'll graduate, and then…" He trailed off, the implication hanging heavily in the air.

He smiled, his eyes locked on yours. "There's a nice little place in Hogsmeade. I've always thought it would be nice to visit it with someone…special."

The word hung between you, its meaning crystal clear. It wasn't just an invitation; it was a promise of something more, something that stretched beyond the walls of Hogwarts and the constraints of your dynamic.

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'd like that," you managed to say, your voice steadier than you felt.

Lupin smiled. A smile of pure joy. One that reached his eyes and seemed to light up the entire room, your entire world. "Then it's a date," he said, the words sealing a promise of future moments.

He stepped back, allowing you to slide off the desk, your knees weak.

"Let me walk you to your dorm, it's getting late."

"Thank you, Professor."

With that, you left the dungeons, your heart racing and your mind replaying every moment of the night, the memory of the kiss lingering on your lips.

[occasional-imagines-writer]

Arvio Fatherhood Headcanons

Starts the dad jokes the moment he learns he's gonna be a father. Also immediately starts reading parenting books at a constant and rapid rate.

Love at first sight when he sees his baby. Cries and holds them close to his heart. Fang almost needs to wrestle them away from him for their shots (he's very cooperative once X squawks out it's important for a healthy baby).

100% gives them his old stuffed animals.

Wears the baby often. He's a carrier dad through and through. He loves snuggling with them and having them close. Snuggling his spouse and baby at the same time nearly makes him self destruct with pure elation.

For the first several months when the baby stays at home with his spouse (unless they have to go do builder things) he assigns himself the "night shift" to make up for lost time/give his spouse a break. He won't even let them try to get up, he's Got This.

Sometimes he'll even stay up a while just to watch them sleep. His heart is filled with too much joy and love when he looks at his baby. Nothing can quell this feeling.

Always jumps at the chance to help out in any way the moment he gets home. He'll take care of any cleaning and childcare task asked of him.

Please visit him with the baby during his lunch break. It will always make his day to see his family when he misses them so so much. Baby and Spouse will be covered in kisses.

Loves spending time with the baby. Will talk to them constantly and show them things around the workshop as if they can understand him. He even does silly voices and faces often because nothing beats the sound of his kiddo's laugh.

He loves singing lullabies too. These moments are very precious and dear to him.

Tells the baby affirmations like "you are safe and you are loved" every night in hopes they internalize it and always remember in the back of their mind how treasured they are.

Wants to cry when the baby cries and does everything to soothe them as soon as possible. He never wants to see them in pain or distress, it breaks his heart.

When the baby's a bit older, he brings them to work with him more consistently so his spouse can have more time for themself/their work. Again, he wears the baby.

Absolutely uses his old bedroom for changing/feeding/naps (after some baby-proofing of course).

Had the builder make a custom sign for his checkout counter saying "please wait for assistance, I am taking care of my baby" for when he has to pop inside.

Brags about and shows off his kid to every single customer. Proud Papa.

His parents get constant updates about the baby. Arvio is showing Aunt Amirah the baby very often. His family is a big part of his kid's life 100%.

Writes about every milestone and birthday in a little journal.

Teaches them everything he knows as they get older.

Loves showing them coin and card tricks. He feels like the coolest, luckiest dad ever when they look up at him with awestruck eyes.

Loves tossing them in the air and hearing them giggle. He wants to sear these moments into his brain.

Super supportive, but kinda overprotective. He tries not to hover, but needs to be reminded sometimes.

He will glare at anyone who tries to say it's "babysitting duty" when he watches his children. If they're a tourist, he'll probably be upset enough to overcharge them a little as a "fuck you tax."

Cries on the first day of school at the loss of his "business buddy" (he's sad they're growing up so fast).

Definitely spoils his kid, but tries his best not to spoil them rotten. He wants to give them everything he never had while also making sure they know the value of hard work, kindness, and contentment.

Sometimes he'll let them help around the shop in little ways for some pocket money. It also helps with his "family owned business" angle.

Sneaks them snacks from his stock on occasion when they give him puppy eyes about it.

Helps with math homework (y'know since it's kinda what business is built off of).

Simply loves being a dad.

He'd be an amazing dad. Not perfect, but very loving and devoted.

Always open to have another kid (until you hit a maximum of 4 he's done after that).

[axkirak]

The Curse of Cassandra [EP : XI]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings :  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary : The encounter between you and Yord once again leads to the revelation of the intertwined origins of both you and him. Additionally, it unveils a new prophecy—a prophecy that will alter the entire universe. And this crucial decision rests solely in your hands.

Status: just finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

Ps. If you enjoy my work, please reblog it. Just liking the post won’t help others discover it.

➡  Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 12 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread // My mother is my enemy

[Episodes 11] As with all abomination, the only cure is death

The outcome of the interrogation unfolds just as you anticipated—the Jedi refuse to investigate the matter any further.

Your accusations are dismissed due to a lack of evidence, and the suspect, Qimir, has already vanished from the planet Olega without a trace, as if he knew the Jedi were beginning to focus on him. With no sign of Qimir and no concrete proof, the investigation is promptly closed, leaving your story as nothing more than a brief note in a digital case file, destined to be forgotten in time.

But you know there's more to it than meets the eye.

Master Vernestra, a high-ranking Jedi and Qimir’s former mentor, has no intention of letting anyone know that her prized apprentice, whom she had personally trained, has now turned to the dark side and become a full-fledged Sith Lord. If word of this ever got out, her reputation would surely be tarnished. So, she denies every accusation you put forth, even going so far as to claim that you fabricated the whole story for attention. With someone of her stature rejecting the claims, there’s nothing anyone else can do. The matter is consequently buried.

This, however, doesn’t affect you much. You’ve already planted seeds of doubt in Sol’s mind, and that is why you haven’t been expelled from the Jedi Temple on charges of deceit. Sol is the only one who believes you, and thanks to his efforts, you’re still allowed to stay. However, your status has changed—from a key witness to just an ordinary employee. You’ve been transferred to Coruscant, tasked with serving the Jedi at the Grand Temple and helping the Younglings adapt to their new lives.

In the first three months of your new life in the Jedi Temple, you’ve only seen Sol a handful of times. You understand that he’s still hesitant to speak with you after what happened during the interrogation. Nevertheless, Sol remains one of the few who shows you rare kindness among the Jedi, checking in on your well-being and keeping a distant yet watchful eye on you whenever his duties permit it, unlike the others who noticeably choose to ignore you.

You don’t resent them for it. Master Vernestra is highly respected among the younger Jedi, so it's natural for most of them to feel resentful when a stranger suddenly accuses their revered figure of being responsible for the rise of a new Sith Lord.

But not everyone is so cold. Besides Sol, there are others who have been kind to you. One of them is Jecki, Sol’s Padawan, who has been assigned to look after you.

Jecki is a lively and talkative teenager who holds deep respect for her master. She never questions Sol’s decisions, and when he asked her to assist you, she agreed without hesitation. Jecki visits you daily to chat and keep you company, and the two of you become close friends. She also keeps you informed about the goings-on within the temple, telling you both what you need to know and what to be cautious of, which is crucial for your stay there.

"Things between Master Sol and Master Vernestra haven't been going well lately," Jecki shares during lunch. Although her words sound casual, you detect a hint of worry in her tone.

You set your spoon down on the compartment tray, pausing your meal for a moment. You immediately realize that what Jecki is saying is a warning—a signal for you to be wary of the tensions that could escalate in the future and to be prepared.

"Master Sol tried to access the records of Master Vernestra's former Padawan but found nothing. When Master Vernestra learned about it, she was furious and sent my master on a mission to the planet Arkinnea."

You frown upon hearing this. Arkinnea is notorious for its lawlessness, a place fraught with danger due to the long-standing conflict between soldiers and refugees that has escalated into continuous civil wars. No outsider is brave or foolish enough to set foot there without good reason, so it’s no wonder Jecki looks so worried.

"My Master is worried that Master Vernestra might try to approach you while he’s away," Jecki adds, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand—a gesture meant to offer consolation. "He wants you to be careful because if Master Vernestra comes here, I won’t be able to protect you."

The name of Master Vernestra draws your mind into a vision, to see flashes of past and future intertwined.

You see Qimir as he once was: a Padawan clad in a yellow tunic, his braid cascading at the nape of his neck. Handsome, youthful, and brimming with potential, he was a rising star expected to attain the rank of master before reaching forty. 

Yet beneath the promising exterior of a future Jedi Master lay a dark side that had long remained hidden—a darkness that grew steadily, bit by bit, until it was finally exposed.

You see the fear in Master Vernestra's eyes when she confronted her former apprentice, and you know those eyes will look at you with the same dread when the time comes to meet her in the near future.”

Pulling yourself from the vision, you turn to Jecki and nod, your demeanor calm and steady “She can’t touch me,” you say with quiet conviction.

Jecki blinks in surprise at your relatively calm response, sensing that your words are not meant to comfort but rather reflect a confident assessment of the situation. "How can you be so sure?" she can't help but ask. 

The corner of your mouth lifts in a smile, but Jecki notices it doesn't reach your eyes. “Because I know,” you reply simply.

You have never truly worried about Master Vernestra, as she is not even a threat in your eyes. 

However, among all the members of the Jedi Order, the only person you find truly difficult to contend with is Yord Fandar, the Jedi Knight with the gift of prophecy and your blood relative.

After the lunch hour ends, Jecki returns to her Padawan training, leaving you alone once more. As you stroll through the darkened halls of the Jedi Temple, your thoughts drift back to your last conversation with Yord. His furious voice still echoes in your mind.

“Muad’Dib, you have consumed your own kin. You cannot do this to her!” 

Muad'Dib—the name feels eerily familiar, as though it has always been your own.

That was the moment you truly realized you were no longer yourself.

The memories of Paul Atreides lived within you, intertwined with your own, yet they felt alien, like an intrusion. But it was you who allowed him in; you let his memories merge with yours to protect your mind from shattering after drinking the Water of Life. 

Now, you are Paul, and Paul is you.

"I didn't consume her; I saved her. Without me, she would have ended up like Alia. I believe you know this well," said Paul, speaking through your lips.

At the mention of Alia, Yord's expression changed instantly.

All the descendants of House Atreides know the tragic downfall of Saint Alia of the Knife—a history etched deep in their bloodline. 

Both Alia and you share a similar fate, marked as 'abominations'—beings that defy the natural order. This is due to having received powers from the Water of Life and Spice at a young age. This ability resulted in the power to perceive everything within the stream of time and to access ancestral memories like a Reverend Mother. However, being too young and fragile to handle the onslaught of visions and egos, the powers became a double-edged sword, inflicting devastating mental damage.

It is said that those labeled as abominations will meet a cruel end before their time, just like Alia, who couldn’t control her will and identity. Her life had been filled with suffering, unable to resist the malevolent wills of her ancestors. In the end, she was completely possessed by Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, the sworn enemy of House Atreides and Lady Jessica's secret father. This led her to take her own life by jumping from a building, preventing Harkonnen from using her body to harm her family.

The story of Alia became one of the darkest tragedies buried deep in Paul Atreides' heart until the day he died. If I could have saved her, she wouldn’t have ended up like that, Paul always believed, regretting that he couldn't do more.

It was this regret that drove him to reach out to you in the final moments of your life, partly hoping to make up for what he had failed to do when he was alive.

“Don’t worry. Her spirit hasn’t gone anywhere. I am her, and she is me. We are one and the same, inseparable.”

You said, though you knew those words weren’t truly yours—they belonged to Paul himself.

And that’s the truth. You may eventually end up like Alia one day. Though you are a distant descendant of Paul Atreides, the legendary Kwisatz Haderach, that sacred bloodline is now so diluted that it hardly means anything. Moreover, you were already weak to begin with; even using your powers in small amounts has always been a struggle. Drinking the Water of Life was a grave mistake. The immense power you received was too much, corroding your spirit and leaving it hollow. If Paul’s consciousness hadn’t intervened to help and fill the void, you would have been possessed by the malevolent egos or faced a fate even worse than Alia’s.

Yord couldn't argue with all the reasons given, but accepting the truth was still not easy for him. After that day, the young Jedi vanished from your life. No contact, no meetings; it was as if everything between the two of you seemed to be completely severed.

But you know that sooner or later, Yord will come back to you. The fates of both of you were intertwined from the day you and he were born. You are Paul’s heir, and Yord is Alia’s heir—the remaining bloodline of the Atreides siblings that has survived to this day. For you two, nothing is a coincidence. Everything has been preordained.

...just like what's about to happen next.

Your thoughts halt, along with your footsteps, as you sense someone's gaze watching you from a corner of the temple hall.

You look up, your deep blue eyes turning knowingly in that direction. "Is there something you want to talk about, Yord?"

A sigh echoes through the air before the tall figure of the young Jedi steps out reluctantly.

Yord hadn’t intended for you to notice his presence, but it seems that hiding himself was a futile effort when facing someone with such powerful foresight that they seem to see through everything.

Yord meets your gaze, looking at you—the last of the Fremen, who is also a distant relative of his—with a tumult of emotions swelling inside him, unsure how to put them into words. 

You, dressed in a simple black gown, blend into the shadows, exuding mystery, much like a Bene Gesserit sister from ancient records. But the difference lies in your long hair tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. Yord knows well what the color blue signifies among the Fremen—it means that the person has a lover.

And your lover is a Sith Lord. That is the truth you revealed to the Jedi yourself.

Over the past month, many rumors have reached Yord's ears, all revolving around you. Others in the Order think you're lying, and Yord wishes he could believe that too, if not for the fact that he knows full well who you are. And he knows you could never lie.

Because the spirit within your mortal shell is Lisan Al-Gaib, the one who once made the entire galaxy bow at his feet.

"Lisan Al-Gaib sees and knows everything in the universe," his mother had once said. And so, Yord is certain that everything you’ve said is true, no matter how hard it is to accept.

"I am not the Lisan al-Gaib you expect," you declare preemptively, shaking your head. "I’m sorry to tell you, but that man died a long time ago. Remember this—the old Kwisatz Haderach you've heard of no longer exists. " 

The young Jedi flinches slightly, not expecting you to read his thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have the Force. I can’t read anyone’s mind. It’s just an analysis of probabilities based on the Bene Gesserit method,” you explain, answering his unspoken question before Yord even asks. “I assume your mother didn’t teach you about the path of the Bene Gesserit.”

No need to guess—Bene Gesserit knowledge is a secret reserved only for trained women. Aside from the Kwisatz Haderach, no man in the galaxy can fully learn or comprehend these techniques.

However, even without Bene Gesserit training, Yord possesses a slight gift for seeing visions of time—a trait inherited from the bloodline of Alia Atreides that lingers within him.

Alia… 

Paul’s consciousness within you trembles with indescribable sorrow as he gazes at Yord’s features—sharp cheekbones, a high brow, dreadlocked brown hair, and olive skin. None of Yord’s features resemble those of Alia, his sister from a past life. The centuries have diluted the DNA of the Atreides beyond recognition. Still, Paul cannot deny the profound genetic and spiritual connection binding him to his descendants.

This Jedi is an Atreides, no matter what. That is an unchangeable truth.

You force yourself to suppress a sudden surge of emotion, hiding it behind a composed tone. “I understand you have many questions about me, but I cannot provide answers to all of them.”

For a moment, Yord looks at you with a hint of trepidation. Even though you’ve assured him you can’t read minds, he still feels unsettled when you speak as if you know his every thought.

The Jedi clears his throat and questions you directly. 'You mentioned that the old Kwisatz Haderach no longer exists.' He pauses as he gauges your reaction before continuing, 'Does that mean there will be a new Kwisatz Haderach?

Your breath catches, the deep blue in your eyes darkening with a mix of alarm and admiration. He caught on to that subtle detail in my words so quickly! Rightly so, considering his Atreides bloodline.

You nod. There’s no point in avoiding the truth. Evasion will only deepen the mistrust between you. You need him to trust you completely, as Yord will play a crucial role in what’s to come, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.

“Yes, there will be another Kwisatz Haderach, but not in our lifetime.”

Yord has to steel himself to keep from trembling when he hears your firm, emotionless confirmation.

Though ancient religious texts exalt the Kwisatz Haderach as the hope of mankind, during the era when the old Kwisatz Haderach lived, the galaxy was engulfed in bloody wars that ravaged innumerable lives. Many races had been wiped out, including the Fremen people.

If a second Kwisatz Haderach were to emerge, what fate would the universe face?

The door of prescience opens, and the answer becomes clear in Yord’s mind.

There is over a fifty percent chance that the same catastrophe will repeat itself, perpetuating the endless, cursed cycle.

"We must stop it," Yord's voice hardens, his face etched with tension. "We cannot allow this to happen again!"

He turns to meet your gaze with unwavering resolve, assured that you know what to do next. You know what to do next. You are the only one who can see the future more clearly than he can, the only one able to foresee the dangers that no one else is allowed to see.

But instead of offering him another answer, you deliberately choose to look away. “The future is uncertain, Yord,” you murmur softly, your voice tinged with unmistakable unease. “There are countless possibilities and impossibilities. For now, I cannot provide you with a definite answer, but I have a warning for you, one you must remember..."

You pause for a moment, caught in the grip of your own reluctance. "Beware of Qimir," you finally say.

Qimir, Yord recalls. That's the name of your lover, the one you accuse of being a Sith Lord. His brows furrow, not just in confusion, but with a deep-seated concern. "Why? What's gonna happen?"

“I can't say more,” you cut him off abruptly. “My visions have only revealed this much.” You say, fully aware that you are hiding the truth from him.

The truth is that Qimir must be stopped to prevent the birth of the second Kwisatz Haderach.

And Yord is the only one capable of stopping Qimir, yet doing so might come at the cost of his own life.

In the near future, they will face each other on the planet Eiram, the place where everything begins and inevitably ends. The paths of fate branch out in countless directions from that confrontation—paths where Qimir survives, paths where Yord survives, and paths where both of them perish. None of these paths lead to a beautiful conclusion. Every possible outcome points towards death.

The visions fill you with unspeakable dread. Not even the Bene Gesserit litany can calm your racing heart.

You realize this is the most dangerous gamble of all. The fate of the entire universe rests solely on your decision.

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How do chiefs climb in ranks? Can current chiefs pick an angel to be their uhhhhhhh I forgot the word

The one who will replace them in the future?

What most people think is that angels who "show talent or promise" are usually hand picked by the Fates to prepare to be a Chief.

That's not entirely true

The Fates have always been representative of the corrupt upper class, people who will take advantage of the weak and oppressed and use them as stepping stones to fulfill their own selfish desires. Micah and a lot of the Chiefs (current and old) have always been victims of child exploitation; stalked in their youth and taken advantage of in their weakest moments (NOT SEXUAL NOT SEXUAL NOT SEXUAL N)

Relaying something I said a while back, their blind devotion was all based off a false pretense planted into their heads from the moment they could understand the term "faith". It's much easier to manipulate people desperate to become something than it is people who were already born with that thing, which is why the Fates tended to use angels from lower tiers as puppets despite not actually caring for the living beings in said tiers, ykwim? It's not easy becoming a Chief; it takes a lot of trial and error but being chosen as one is the highest honor any angel can have, so . y'know

OBVIOUSLY people can be born into it or they can have connections yada yada which is why i said "a lot of the chiefs" instead of "all of them". bc all the Chiefs were/are good people

the crafted can also become chiefs, yes. they're like the Perfect breed of soldier (not necessarily in a war sense; any type of angel can be a Crafted one. i just mean like... they listen to orders real well and shit WHATEVER MAN) so like grhrhfhrjjf yeah yeah BUT they're not easy to make and normally don't usually think for themselves n stuff (because of the whole Empty Husk thing) . so. instead of being picked to be chiefs they're just assigned to whatever job they were made for in the first place but like all things there are exceptions

anyways this is becoming incoherent so moving on to the other question. do u mean like. a successor?? they aren't completely picked by the current chiefs, no. the Fates choose angels that can possibly be "heirs" to the title, and the Chief they've been designated to assigns them certain "trials" they have to complete as the chief observes them and them yada yada yeah. after that the angel that was picked is basically the Chief's assistant or intern or whatever until the Chief retires or DIES and the angel takes their place

i think

idk. i have to brainstorm for this more lolol i am NOT proof reading this

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General Info | Name: Rima Hayashi Age: 20 (Early 20s) Birthday: July 31st Height: 5 feet Quirk: Empathy | Post 1 | Post 2 - Her Empath Quirk Is Direct Touch, and direct Eye Contact based. - It works in 2 ways, she Can SENSE someone's emotions, and Project her emotions onto others. - This Quirks Weakness is awareness / Avoiding Touch / Or just avoiding eye contact. Occupation: Marketer / Digital Designer - At Endeavors Agency (Full Time)      College Student (Part Time) Favorite Hero: HAWKS

Bio: (I am shoving this under a Read More because it is LONG)

Before (Canon Storyline Start 5+ Years before) (Rima at 15 - 16) _________________________________ Rima once lived in the countryside of japan. She is part of a large family composed of minor villains. Who had the generational belief that THOSE without quirks are beneath them. ( Headcanon Post ) Originally, Rima was suppose to take over the leadership role. But when their beliefs lead to the murder of a close friend, Rima made the choice to resist the future intended for her. The family was NOT aware that Rima's Quirkless friend had connections to an important figure in France. AS a result Endeavor was assigned to the case. They made plans to ambush him in the city in an attempt to avoid a ProHero coming to their small town. Rima, Made the choice that she would NOT be part of that plan. Instead she pretended to go along with it, just until she could enact her own plan. _________________________________ Leaving Home( 4ish years before Canon Storyline. ) (Rima at 16) _________________________________ On the night of her 16th birthday, Rima boarded a train to the city. She applied to UA behind her families back, and even sent warning that her leaving home would cause problems. She KNEW there was a risk. Her Younger Brother Rin, ended up hi-jacking the train in an attempt to make her turn around. Lucky for Rima A Pro-hero happened to be on the same train. With Rima's knowledge on her family member's quirk. She assisted her hero with navigating the situation to the best of her ability. The situation was resolved with a single major injury to her left shoulder, that landed her in the hospital. UA Was NOT her only destination. And she could not waste time sitting in a hospital. She snuck out, and went straight to Endeavors Agency with the minimal proof she had against her family, and information on the plan they would be doing. After dealing with the event, and Everything involved she filed for emancipation / and for a job at Endeavors agency. She started at UA shortly after that! _________________________________ During UA ( 4 - 2 Years BEFORE CAnon Storyline) (Rima Age 16 - 18) _________________________________ Rima Spent her UA days, Working as a Student Intern at Endeavors Agency, AND attending her UA classes. (IN the General Studies) Occasionally she would assist with giving information on her family members. (As members showed up, AND as she recalled specific details). Her parents did make a few attempt to get her back, BUT eventually gave up when she turned 18. When she graduated, she was moved into the marketing department at Endeavors agency, and applied for college) _________________________________ Current! (2 Years Before Canon Storyline - Current) (Rima age 18 - 20+) _________________________________ Currently Rima is a part time college student, and works at Endeavors Agency full time. While her primary department is marketing, she does have training from her Student Internship to assist on the phones, and will not hesitate to jump in and help when things get chaotic. She puts a lot of effort in being as useful as she can at her job. Both in her department and outside of her department.

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Open Your Career: Discover Free CNA Classes in Philadelphia Today!

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When it comes to health care careers, the demand for Certified Nursing‍ Assistants (CNAs) ‌continues to grow. Philadelphia, ‌known for its rich history and vibrant community, offers‍ a variety of free CNA classes‍ for ⁣individuals eager to enter the healthcare field. But how do ⁤you navigate this health career pathway successfully? Let’s ‍delve ⁣into the⁢ world of ​CNA training‌ in Philadelphia and⁤ explore your options!

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Several organizations ​and educational institutions in philadelphia⁤ offer​ free or low-cost CNA⁤ training.‍ Here are a few popular options to consider:

Institution ​Name

Location

Contact Details

Program Details

Philadelphia ‌School of Nursing

1234 Nursing st, Philadelphia

(215) 555-1234

4-week free program with job placement support.

Community ​College of Philadelphia

1700 Spring Garden St, Philadelphia

(215) 751-8000

Offers a free CNA class to‍ eligible ‌applicants.

CareerLink Philadelphia

1000 ​North Broad St, ‍Philadelphia

(215)‌ 557-2002

Free training for eligible individuals with career services.

Local Hospitals (various)

Various locations

Check their career pages

Often provide paid training programs for future employees.

Request Process for Free CNA Programs

Research Your Options: Explore different institutions ⁤and their program offerings.

Check Eligibility: Many‍ free programs require you ⁣to meet specific criteria,such as income limits.

prepare⁣ Your‍ Application: Gather necessary documents, including identification and proof of residency.

Submit Applications: Apply ‍to multiple programs to⁢ increase ‌your chances of acceptance.

Prepare⁤ for Interviews: Some programs may conduct interviews to assess candidates.

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Once you ⁢secure a spot in a CNA program, ⁣here are some practical tips to ensure your success:

**Stay Organized:** Keep track of your class schedule, assignments, and study materials.

**Engage with Instructors:** Don’t ​hesitate to ask questions and participate in discussions.

**Practice ​Hands-On Skills:** Spend‌ time in labs practicing ⁤essential nursing skills.

**Form⁣ Study Groups:** Collaborate with classmates to‍ enhance learning and⁤ retention.

First-Hand​ Experiences: Success Stories​ from CNAs in ‍Philadelphia

Reading about others’ experiences​ can inspire your journey. Here ‍are two testimonials from recent CNAs:

Maria T., 25: “Taking‌ the free CNA ‍class at the ⁤Philadelphia School of Nursing was life-changing. I landed a job at ‌a local hospital right after graduation!”

James K., 30: “I was nervous about starting a new‌ career, but the support from my⁢ instructors and classmates made it easier. I’ve now moved up to a nursing role!”

Conclusion

Embarking on a⁣ career as ‍a​ Certified Nursing Assistant‍ can ⁣be one of⁢ the most⁢ rewarding ‍choices ⁤you make.By‍ taking advantage of the ‌free CNA classes ​available in Philadelphia, ‌you can unlock⁢ doors to ⁤new opportunities without the burden of educational debt. Start your journey today,and become an ‍essential part of the healthcare community!

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IT and Computing, University 1st Year (Level 4)

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[trackinet]

How CEIR Mobile Tracker Works with IMEI Numbers

In today's world, mobile phone theft and loss are increasingly common, leading to serious concerns about data privacy and security. One of the most effective solutions to track lost or stolen phones in India is the ceir mobile tracker. The CEIR (Central Equipment Identity Register) initiative, developed by the Department of Telecommunications (DoT), helps users block and trace lost devices using their IMEI numbers. Here's how the CEIR mobile tracker works and how tools like an IMEI number tracker or IMEI tracker can assist you in recovering your device.

What is the CEIR Mobile Tracker?

The CEIR mobile tracker is a centralized system designed to block and trace stolen or lost mobile phones across all mobile networks in India. The system works using the device's International Mobile Equipment Identity (IMEI) number, a unique identifier assigned to every mobile phone. Once a phone is reported as lost or stolen, its IMEI number is blacklisted, rendering it useless on all Indian mobile networks.

Understanding IMEI Numbers and IMEI Trackers

An IMEI (International Mobile Equipment Identity) number is a 15-digit code that uniquely identifies a mobile device. When a phone connects to a mobile network, it shares this number with the network provider. This makes the IMEI number a vital tool for tracking and blocking phones.

An IMEI tracker or IMEI number tracker utilizes this code to locate or disable lost or stolen devices. These tools, like the ones provided on TrackIMEI.net, are incredibly helpful in real-time location tracking or verifying the status of a phone using its IMEI number.

How Does CEIR Work with an IMEI Number?

Reporting the Device: If your mobile phone is lost or stolen, you must first file a police complaint and obtain a copy of the FIR. Then, you need to submit a request on the CEIR portal, providing the IMEI number, device details, and a copy of the FIR.

Verification and Blacklisting: Once the CEIR team verifies the information, the IMEI number of the device is blacklisted across all mobile networks in India. This makes the device inoperable with any SIM card.

Tracking the Device: When someone attempts to use a SIM card in the blacklisted phone, the system alerts authorities. Tools like IMEI tracker systems can assist law enforcement in determining the phone's last known location.

Unblocking the Device: If the phone is recovered, the user can submit a request to unblock the IMEI number by providing proof of ownership and recovery. Once verified, the phone is removed from the blacklist and restored to full functionality.

Advantages of Using CEIR and IMEI Trackers

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Peace of Mind: Knowing that you have tools like CEIR mobile tracker and trusted platforms such as TrackIMEI.net empowers users with an effective action plan.

Final Thoughts

Losing a mobile phone can be stressful, but with robust systems like the CEIR mobile tracker, the chances of recovery increase significantly. Combining the government-backed CEIR initiative with tools such as an IMEI tracker or IMEI number tracker helps protect your data and boost the odds of retrieving your lost device. Always remember to note down your IMEI number and keep it in a secure place, as it is the key to tracking and blocking your device if it's ever lost or stolen.

Read More : https://trackimei.net/

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