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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

One Piece Fighting Game AU

this au is inpired by the song Heart Attack by Chuu

hope you enjoy the designs i created most of them in a 2 hr long manic episode of just nonstop designing.

Master Post For this AU

some lore ive cooked up for it and design explainations:

preface: sorry this is so much writing and im not going to grammar check it cuz aint no body got time for that.

The world of this au is like pokemon with different gyms you can fight through and beat, there's a big league of pro fighters, and there are schools for teaching you to be a better fighter.

The school our main cast goes to is called the Doki-Doki Battle Academy and it's principle is currently Crocodile. It's previous principle was Nefertari Cobra, but maybe something nefarious happened to give crocodile the spot who knowwsssss~

Doki-Doki Battle Academy (DDBA) hosts many tournaments in their school stadium throughout the school year. The tournies act as tests for the students who are taking that field of study. There are other fields the school offers though, such as weapon crafting, medical staffing, and managing. Though, if the students in those fields with so learn fighting on the side that is also accepted.

In the Pro Fighting world, there are typically pro-league teams such as the Red Hairs and The Beasts. These teams have different levels to it such as Little Leagues (for younger fighters), Minor leagues (for adults on a regional level), and Major leagues (for profighting at a national level). You can also go solo though, much like Mihawk does.

The power system in this AU is pretty simple, different color of auras do different things, but the complexities happen when you start using the different auras in tandem. I might explain it more in depth in a different post, but i dont really know what to explain about it. mostly because i dont know everything about it, myself, yet lol

-----design talk now yippeeee-----

Luffy: i tried to make him very simple protagonist vibes, play into the genre a bit. i incorporated hearts into his design in his hat, his shirt, his arm bands, and his pants poofies. His hat was given him as a sign of love, his shirt is from his school and he loves his school, his arm bands are on his arms and he uses his arms to show his love by fighting or by hugging, and his pants arent scuffed or anything so the heart puffs on his knees protects them from getting damaged (his love protects him)

Sabo: Tried to give him a more mysterious vibe with that peacoat and hat that shadows his face. I incorporated hearts into his design in his eyepatch, his vest buttons, and his boots. His heart eyepatch covers up that nasty scar, so he's distracting himself from his past pain by focusing on his love, the buttons on his vest/hearts on his boots are more or less hidden most of the time so he tends to hide his love but when he lets his guard down (when the boot is rolled down) you can see his love plainly.

Ace: Now, i dont know if Ace will die in this au or not, but in canon, he expresses his love through his torso area, i.e. tattoo on his arm and back and also that Certain Moment, so thats where i put a big ol' heart on him. His pants are also ripped in a shape of a heart but its kinda hard to see, but its meant to symbolize how the damage he takes is his love.

Nami: All the orange in her design is in heart shapes or the shapes of tangerines, thats where her love is. I also made nami's staff a curtain rod. She uses the rod to produce wind when she summons water and then manipulates it to heat it up or cool it down. i tried to add little details like that and the bandages on her torso to show that although she's outwardly clean, she's still scrappy. Nami is in the managerial pathway at the DDBA.

Zoro: I didnt make him quite as bright or vibrant as the others, i kinda just tried to make him Just A Guy. Except for his Swords. His Swords are special, so theyre bright and saturated. I roughed him up, a bit, not too much. i made his varsity jacket be ripped open so it looks like the heart on the front was broken because zoro is very broken hearted.

Sanji: I made him look like a wannabe princely character. Very cheesy, gaudy charm. I made the hearts of his design (on his boots) look like they're sewn up. So at some point his heart was broken, but he's healing them by stitching them up with love.

Robin: The hearts in her design are hard to make out because she is hiding her love. The pink of her lacey undershirt is where the heart is and its being protected by a dark over layer. The many belts in her design, however, are meant to look like shatters in that protective layer. This is meant to represent how even though she's strongly protecting herself, that strength is still weak without any outside help. Robin uses her multiplication abilities to simply multiply the shape of her arms like how she does in canon.

Chopper: His hearts are on his viles and his hat, love was given to him when he was given that hat, and he shows his love by making his healing potions. On another note though, chopper is a Transtormationalist, which is basically the zoan fruits of this world. His model is the Reindeer and his body has naturally started morphing into that form, too. Chopper is in the medical program at the DDBA

Usopp: Usopp's hearts on his pants patches signifies the new loves he’s accepted into his once lonely life. He fights with his sling shot and his ammo is seeds he's found savaging through forests or just growing himself. the white and grey auras he commands lessen the air resistance of his projectiles and makes them go a lot faster, and once they hit their target, he makes the plant grow super quickly, like how it does in canon post-ts.

Franky: Franky's hearts are everywhere and they're bright. he doesn't hide his love and he's built love for himself to wear on his person. Franky is one of the weapon masters at the school and he's a SUUUUPER cool teacher.

Brook: the hearts in his design are his Afro and his bag. I think i read somewhere that brook has kept his Afro so that Laboon can recognize him when he sees him again and that is just so loving to me so his Afro is in the shape of a heart. His bag is also in the shape of a heart, but the bag is being weighed down by whatever he's carrying inside of it, signifying the burden of the love he carries.

Jinbei: Jinbei is a Transtormationalist, Model: Whale Shark. the heart in his design is the tattoo on his chest for his old team. He's the driver of Luffy's bus and if you do enough dialogue options with him instead of skipping the bus cut-scenes, you get the option to battle Jinbei. If you do, he takes off his jacket revealing the pro-league he used to be in and then he decimates you. it is impossible to win the battle.

Koala: the colors i used for her are peachy colors, signifying what a peach she is :)))) her goggles and the buttons on her suspenders are the hearts on her design, signifying how her love is looking out for others and how love keeps herself up.

Vivi: Her hair is a big ol heart but its upsidedow, signifying how the love she feels often makes her look at things incorrectly. Also the rips in her tights are hearts, much like ace's are. the damage she takes is how she shows her love.

Crocodile: his hook is a heart, he loves fighting. i like the idea that when a student needs a text book and and asks him for one, he gives it to them by spearing a hole through one he has in his coat and handing it to the student who has to just live with a textbook with a big-ass hole through it.

Perona: the hearts in her design are on her sleeves and on her hat. The joke about the sleeves is that she wears her heart on her sleeves. but the hat, its meant to look like more or less a cage for the heart, her love is what traps her.

Mihawk: his hearts are on his weapons, he fucking loves fighting.

Shanks: The hearts in his design are only on his torso area, the locket around his neck and the deep unbuttoned shirt makes it look like there's a heart in the negative space, and the heart patch on his jacket, the loss of his arm and the lack of something there is symbolic for the love he has given.

imma be real, i didnt put that much thought in the heart positionings for yamato buggy or law. I kinda was swept up in Hot Man, Pathetic Man, and Hot Pathetic Man.

Uta: she's based off of Cupid, so she doesn't have any hearts really in her design but her whole persona is based off of a symbol of love and how it can turn malicious.

also in general, the shines on people's hair are meant to look like a heart-rate monitor's peaks and troughs. And the shading i did just by drawing all the shading then desaturating that area

WOWEE that's a lot of designing wtf was i on when i did all this.

if you got to the end, thank you so very much for reading! i hope you enjoyed my ramblings :)

again, there is more to come with this AU so Stay Tuned, Folks!!!!!!!!!!

[dat1angel]

DP x DC Prompt

Demon Twin AU

Growing up in the League of Assassins, Damian and Danyal were aware of the possibility of encountering clones of themselves or each other. They even encountered a few League made clones during training so that they could learn how to identify and take down these threats if an enemy ever tried to use them. The solution they came up with was a series of codes. Simple phrases and gestures that would seem innocuous to anyone else but would tell them that the person standing beside them was, infact, who they claimed they were. They never let anyone know what these codes were either, so that the clones couldn't have knowledge of the codes artificially implanted. If there was any concern of a code being cracked they stopped using it. The system worked perfectly. Then Danyal died.

Damian didn't need a code to tell him that he would never fight side by side with his brother again.

Damian never forgot about the codes though. So when the League started sending clones of himself to infiltrate his family, he told them about this method and created new codes for them to use to tell if it was really him. He never reused the codes he made with Danyal, those were theirs no matter the fact that nobody would ever do them back.

Danny knew he was adopted. He knew that the Fentons had found him while on a ghost hunt and that he was in incredibly bad shape when they did. They had tried to find his parents, but when they were unsuccessful they decided they couldn't leave him alone and took him home with them. He didn't remember anything before that and while he always wondered what had happened, why he was all alone and injured with no family to be found, he was happy with the Fentons. He knew that he had two adopted parents and a sister who loved him and decided that he didn't care about whatever came before that. Then Danny died.

Well- half died, and doing so returned all the memories that were locked away by his amnesia. He remembered the League of Assassins and the mission that went wrong leaving him presumed dead and his twin. He was no idiot, he recognized his twin no matter what traffic light costume he wore, so he immediately realized that Damian had become Robin and that Batman must be their father. He wanted to go find them, tell Damian that he was alive, but with all the ghost craziness that ensued following the portal opening, as well as learning to control his new ghost powers, he just didn't have time.

The opportunity presented itself one day when he was ambushed by the GIW. They caught him off guard and managed to get some critical shots on him. He fled to a secluded alley to assess his wounds and make a plan but didn't account for the Fentons to have caught sight of the interaction and have followed him. Danny decided to enter his human form and try to sneak around the GIW agents crawling the town until he got home, then lay low until he figured something out. The Fentons entered the alley right as he transformed. They were shocked, but were willing to listen to his explanation before resorting to weapons. They were horrified by what they learned and reassured Danny that they would never have hunted him if they knew.

Before they could discuss it further, they were interrupted by the sounds of GIW agents closing in on their location. The Fentons told Danny to run, to find somewhere safe. Said that they would work on de-establishing the GIW from the inside out and repealing the Anti Ecto Acts and would find him again when it was safe. With the promise that they would keep everyone safe, Danny gave the Fentons a quick hug, transformed, and took flight. All he had to do now was make the trip to Gotham and find his brother.

Damian was in disbelief. How cruel of Mother, how desperate she must be, to resort to this. Sending a clone claiming to be Danyal? That he had survived and was now seeking asylum? He would make her regret toying with him like this. But first, he must put this clone business to rest. How simple it is to prove this deceit.

Damian clenched his right hand into a fist. Once, twice, pause for a second, a third time. To anyone else it would look like an anxious tic or an expression of anger but to Danyal it would elicit a certain response. The clone's eyes widened at the gesture, then a soft look came over their face. They lifted their right hand to rub at the back of their neck, then brought it up their head to ruffle their hair twice before finally letting it drop to the side. Damian was in disbelief for a different reason now. There was no way- It couldn't be. The boy across from him then raised their left hand to their mouth, cleared their throat, then patted their chest twice. With shaky hands, Damian sneezed into his left elbow then rubbed his nose three times. Damian was unable to keep the emotion out of his voice when he finally spoke.

"Brother."

[corvidcrafts273]

lmao

'People are panicking about AI tools the same way they did when the calculator was invented, stop worrying' cannot stress enough the calculator did not forcibly pervade every aspect of our lives, has such a low error rate it's a statistical anomaly when it does happen, isn't built on mass plagiarism, and does not obliterate the fucking environment when you use it. Be so fucking serious right now

[astrofaeology]

Saturn in the Houses

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ᡣ𐭩 Please support me by reposting, liking, following me and commenting your placement. Saturn represents resitictions, delays and obsticals however it's precious as it represents dicipline and what comes from struggle results in a beautiful flower of growth.

1st house When Saturn is in the first house, which governs self and identity, people tend to appear solemn, ordered, and occasionally restrained, which does manifest itself through elegance. Early trials may help kids develop strong morals and a sense of responsibility, resulting in high levels of independence. This placement emphasises the importance of developing a strong personal foundation and overcoming early emotions of inadequacy.

2nd house When Saturn is in the second house, which is responsible for personal resources, values, and finances. These natives may experience early limitations or concerns about money and possessions. They need to understand the true value of their possessions, learn how to manage their finances, and save prudently. They can achieve long-term security and a strong sense of self-worth with persistence and sensible management.

3rd house A guarded speaking pattern or difficulties in early schooling may result from having Saturn in the third house, which is in charge of siblings, communication, and the near surroundings. People may feel indebted to their siblings, and short-distance travel may result in delays. The lesson here is to overcome any anxieties of expression or perceived academic limits by developing clear, succinct, and careful communication abilities.

4th house The 4th House, which governs the house, family, and emotional roots, is sometimes associated with a rigorous upbringing or a strong sense of commitment to family concerns. There may be a desire to create a secure family environment, as well as early experiences with emotional restraint. Through hard work, the individual learns to develop a safe, long-lasting personal sanctuary as well as to establish strong emotional boundaries.

5th house The fifth house, where Saturn is located, is in charge of children, romance, creativity, and pleasure. Natives may encounter delays or proceed cautiously in these areas. Their ability to express themselves creatively may be restricted, or they may take parenting very seriously. The challenge is to get over the fear of criticism, embrace real creativity, and find true joy in a methodical but satisfying way.

6th house A strong sense of responsibility, a diligent work ethic, and meticulous attention to detail regarding daily activities, employment, and health are typically indicated by Saturn in the 6th House. These natives may be prone to health issues, difficult working conditions, or a tendency towards perfection. The lesson is to become more efficient, develop productive habits, and prioritise their health by engaging in self-care.

7th house When Saturn is in the 7th House, which governs partnerships and open enemies, it teaches significant lessons about equality, dedication, and accountability. Business or marital partnerships may be delayed or have significant commitments. People learn patience, loyalty, and the need of selecting partners who share their long-term goals in order to form solid, long-lasting relationships.

8th house With its associations with intimacy, change, and shared resources, Saturn in the 8th House usually imparts important lessons about power dynamics, trust, and vulnerability in relationships. Problems with debt, inheritance, or confronting one's flaws may arise. These natives do have a unique relationship to 8th house matters and they may work in fields revolving around matters such as death and taxes - alot of death nurses have 8th house saturns.

9th house Saturn is associated with a sober and methodical approach to information and belief systems since it is located in the 9th House, which is responsible for philosophy, advanced education, and long-distance travel. Individuals may face obstacles to their fundamental convictions or impediments in their further education. The process includes a thorough analysis of their worldview, the development of a thorough and ethical conception of truth, and a resolute search for wisdom.

10th house Aspiration and notable public achievement are strongly supported by Saturn in the 10th House, which is in charge of reputation, career, and public image. Individuals are often disciplined, accountable, and motivated to enhance their standing and reputation. Their perseverance usually results in persistent success, a strong reputation, and a position of substantial influence, even in the face of potential setbacks or disappointments along the route.

11th house When Saturn is in the 11th House, which is in charge of friendships, groups, and aspirations, people may have a more constrained and selective circle of friends or struggle with group dynamics. They are drawn to deep, enduring relationships and frequently feel a sense of duty to their community or humanitarian causes. The lessons to be learnt include creating strong, reliable networks and bringing fresh, important ideas to the community.

12th house Saturn, the 12th House's ruler of the subconscious, secret affairs, and religion, typically foreshadows karmic teachings about selflessness, solitude, or overcoming buried concerns. Natives may feel burdened by invisible commitments or experience periods of loneliness. To acquire mastery, one must confront subconscious tendencies, grow inner strength via spiritual discipline, and find peace by silently helping others and letting go of old responsibilities.

DISCLAIMER: This post is a generalisation and may not resonate. I recommend you get a reading from an astrologer (me). If you want a reading from me check out my sales page.

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[theambitiouswoman]

How To Become A Brand New Person ✨✨

Self Reflect:

Journal daily.

Think about past decisions and how they impacted your life.

Meditate regularly.

Create a vision board to visualize your goals.

Review your strengths and weaknesses.

Identify your core values and beliefs.

Figure out your passions and interests.

Think about your childhood dreams and aspirations.

Evaluate your current state of happiness and fulfillment.

Set Clear Goals:

Define specific career goals, like "Get promoted within two years."

Set health goals, like "Lose 20 pounds in six months."

Create financial goals such as "Save $10,000 for a vacation."

Establish personal development goals, like "Read 24 books in a year."

Set relationship goals, such as "Improve communication with my partner."

Define education goals, like "Complete a master's degree in three years."

Set travel goals, like "Visit five new countries in the next two years."

Create hobbies and interests goals, such as "Learn to play a musical instrument."

Set community or volunteer goals, like "Volunteer 100 hours this year."

Establish mindfulness or self-care goals, such as "Practice meditation daily."

Self Care:

Exercise for at least 30 minutes a day.

Follow a balanced diet with plenty of fruits and vegetables.

Prioritize getting 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night.

Practice in relaxation techniques like deep breathing or yoga.

Take regular breaks at work to avoid burnout.

Schedule "me time" for activities you enjoy.

Limit exposure to stressors and toxic people.

Practice regular skincare and grooming routines.

Seek regular medical check-ups and screenings.

Stay hydrated by drinking enough water daily.

Personal Development:

Read a book every month from various genres.

Attend workshops or seminars on topics of interest.

Learn a new language or musical instrument.

Take online courses to acquire new skills.

Set aside time for daily reflection and self improvement.

Seek a mentor in your field for guidance.

Attend conferences and networking events.

Start a side project or hobby to expand your abilities.

Practice public speaking or communication skills.

Do creative activities like painting, writing, or photography.

Create a Support System:

Build a close knit group of friends who uplift and inspire you.

Join clubs or organizations aligned with your interests.

Connect with a mentor or life coach.

Attend family gatherings to maintain bonds.

Be open and honest in your communication with loved ones.

Seek advice from trusted colleagues or supervisors.

Attend support groups for specific challenges (e.g., addiction recovery).

Cultivate online connections through social media.

Find a therapist or counselor for emotional support.

Participate in community or volunteer activities to meet like minded people.

Change Habits:

Cut back on sugary or processed foods.

Reduce screen time and increase physical activity.

Practice gratitude by keeping a daily journal.

Manage stress through mindfulness meditation.

Limit procrastination by setting specific deadlines.

Reduce negative self-talk by practicing self-compassion.

Establish a regular exercise routine.

Create a budget and stick to it.

Develop a morning and evening routine for consistency.

Overcome Fear and Self Doubt:

Face a specific fear head-on (example: public speaking).

Challenge your negative thoughts with positive affirmations.

Seek therapy to address underlying fears or traumas.

Take small, calculated risks to build confidence.

Visualize success in challenging situations.

Surround yourself with supportive and encouraging people.

Journal about your fears and doubts to gain clarity.

Celebrate your accomplishments, no matter how small.

Focus on your strengths and accomplishments.

Embrace failure as a valuable learning experience.

Embrace Change:

Relocate to a new city or country.

Switch careers or industries to pursue your passion.

Take on leadership roles in your workplace.

Volunteer for projects outside your comfort zone.

Embrace new technologies and digital tools.

Travel to unfamiliar destinations.

Start a new hobby or creative endeavor.

Change your daily routine to add variety.

Adjust your mindset to see change as an opportunity.

Seek out diverse perspectives and viewpoints.

Practice Gratitude:

Write down three things you're grateful for each day.

Express gratitude to loved ones regularly.

Create a gratitude jar and add notes of appreciation.

Reflect on the positive aspects of challenging situations.

Show gratitude by volunteering or helping others in need.

Send thank-you notes or messages to people who've helped you.

Keep a gratitude journal and review it regularly.

Share your gratitude openly during family meals or gatherings.

Focus on the present moment and appreciate the little things.

Practice gratitude even in times of adversity.

Be Patient:

Set realistic expectations for your progress.

Accept that personal growth takes time.

Focus on the journey rather than the destination.

Learn from setbacks and view them as opportunities to improve.

Celebrate small milestones along the way.

Practice self-compassion during challenging times.

Stay committed to your goals, even when progress is slow.

Keep a journal to track your personal growth.

Recognize that patience is a valuable skill in personal transformation.

Celebrate Small Wins:

Treat yourself to your favorite meal or dessert.

Reward yourself with a spa day or self-care activity.

Share your achievements with friends and loved ones.

Create a vision board to visualize your successes.

Acknowledge and congratulate yourself in a journal.

Give yourself permission to take a break and relax.

Display reminders of your accomplishments in your workspace.

Take a day off to celebrate a major milestone.

Host a small gathering to mark your achievements.

Set aside time to reflect on how far you've come.

Maintain Balance:

Set clear boundaries in your personal and work life.

Prioritize self care activities in your daily routine.

Schedule regular breaks and downtime.

Learn to say "no" when necessary to avoid overcommitment.

Evaluate your work life balance regularly.

Seek support from friends and family to avoid burnout.

Be kind to yourself and accept imperfections.

Practice mindfulness to stay present and grounded.

Revisit your priorities and adjust them as needed.

Embrace self love and self acceptance as part of your daily life.

[astroxrion]

How you NEED structure to succeed based on Astrology:

Capricorn in the 1st House

You need structure in how you present yourself. Your legacy is tied to your image, integrity, and leadership. People remember how seriously you carried yourself. You work hard by setting the tone for others, showing up early, and staying consistent.

Capricorn in the 2nd House

You need structure in finances and values. Your reputation is built on how reliable and self-sufficient you are. Your legacy comes from wealth built through discipline. You work hard to secure stability and resist shortcuts with a long-term plan in mind.

Capricorn in the 3rd House

You need structure in how you speak and learn. Your reputation is tied to your words, intellect, and practical thinking. You're remembered for the wisdom you passed on. You work hard to speak clearly, with purpose, and never waste breath on fluff.

Capricorn in the 4th House

You need structure at home and within your emotional foundations. Your reputation is built from your family values and how you protect your own. You work hard to provide, nurture with discipline, and build a legacy that lasts for generations.

Capricorn in the 5th House

You need structure in your creativity and self-expression. Your reputation comes from your discipline in art, leadership in romance, or consistency in parenting. You work hard to make joy productive, turning hobbies into lasting achievements.

Capricorn in the 6th House

You need structure in routines, work, and health. Your reputation is tied to your reliability and mastery of the details. You work tirelessly and show up daily, even when no one's watching. Your legacy is your service, precision, and dedication.

Capricorn in the 7th House

You need structure in relationships. Your reputation is built on how loyal and committed you are to your partnerships. You work hard to earn and keep trust, building bonds that withstand time. Your legacy is the strength of your shared commitments.

Capricorn in the 8th House

You need structure in transformation and shared resources. Your reputation is tied to how you face crisis and manage power. You work hard to master yourself and overcome fears. Your legacy is how deeply and fearlessly you rebuilt what others couldn't.

Capricorn in the 9th House

You need structure in belief systems and higher learning. Your reputation is built on how deeply and seriously you pursue truth. You work hard to become an expert in your field. Your legacy is the wisdom you teach with maturity and responsibility.

Capricorn in the 10th House

You need structure in your career and reputation. Your legacy is tied directly to your public achievements. You work harder than most, never skipping steps. You are remembered for your authority, resilience, and the empire you built from discipline.

Capricorn in the 11th House

You need structure in your community and long-term goals. Your reputation is built on your ability to lead and organize groups. You work hard to make your vision practical. Your legacy is the real-world impact you create through collective effort.

Capricorn in the 12th House

You need structure in your inner world and subconscious. Your reputation is quiet but powerful, rooted in spiritual discipline. You work hard behind the scenes, mastering solitude and sacrifice. Your legacy is your endurance through the invisible battles.

[buldakcorn]

Body Rhythm

LOONA/LOOSSEMBLE Yeojin x Male Reader

Genre : Blowjob, Anal-fingering, Minor size kink, Standing doggy, Carry-fucking, Mirror sex, Degradation

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You accompanied Yeojin to a dance studio she rented, the faint smell of freshly waxed floors filled the air. The walls were adorned with mirrors, creating an illusion of infinite space, and the rhythmic thump of bass echoed from the sound system.

Yeojin led the way to the center of the room, her hips swaying gently to the music that played softly in the background. She pointed to a chair that had been strategically placed under a single spotlight.

"Could you sit here, oppa?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

"I want to show you something I've been practicing." You nodded, setting down the camera and lighting equipment you had brought to help her record her dance routine.

She looked at you with a mischievous smile, then turned to the stereo and cranked up the volume. The seductive beat of a slow jam filled the room as she took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with determination.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach as she began to move closer, her body gliding to the music with a confidence that was both surprising and alluring. The dance she had learned was indeed a lap dance, and the intimate setting made your heart race as she prepared to perform it for you.

As the music grew heavier, Yeojin began to circle you with a feline grace, her movements fluid and deliberate.

With a playful smirk, she straddled your lap, the warmth of her body sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. Her hands gripped your neck firmly yet gently, her fingers playing with your hair as she leaned in closer. You could feel the heat from her breath mingling with yours as she started to grind her hips against yours in time with the beat, the friction of her shorts against your growing arousal making it difficult to maintain eye contact.

The smile that played on her lips widened as she noticed your nervousness, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes. The atmosphere grew thick with desire, the dance studio seemingly shrinking around you as she took control of the space, leaving you captivated by her seductive performance.

Her movements grew bolder, her hands sliding down to your shoulders and then back up, tracing the line of your arms as she leaned back, giving you a tantalizing view of her midriff. Yeojin's hips rolled in a mesmerizing rhythm, each rotation bringing her closer to you before retreating again, leaving you longing for more. Her legs, wrapped tightly around your waist, began to tremble slightly as the intensity of her dance built. Her breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of the music that enveloped the two of you in a sensual embrace.

Finally, with a dramatic pause, she pulled away, standing up and striking a pose that highlighted every curve of her body. The music faded out, leaving only the sound of your own breathing and the rapid thump of your heart. She looked down at you, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the effect she had on you.

"How was it, oppa?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Do you think I've got the moves?" The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation as she awaited your response, her body still vibrating with the energy of her performance.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions her dance had stirred within you. "It was... it was amazing, Yeojin," you finally managed to croak out, your voice thick with desire.

"You've definitely got the moves," you added, your eyes lingering on the sultry look she wore so naturally. Her smile grew even wider, a hint of triumph in her eyes as she stepped away from the chair, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

"How about my body, oppa? I've been working hard at the gym."

Yeojin stepped closer to you, her hands tracing the outline of your jaw before tilting your head back. "I want to hear it," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent your pulse racing. "Tell me what you think of my body."

You couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, your hands sliding over her hips as you met her gaze. "Your body," you said, your voice low and filled with admiration, "it's... it's incredible."

Her short booty shorts and risen white t-shirt accentuated her slender yet curvy and small frame, revealing the toned muscles and supple flesh she had worked so hard to achieve.

The way her shirt clung to her, exposing her midriff, was nothing short of tantalizing, making you want to trace the line of her waist with your fingertips. Yeojin's legs, long and lean from hours of dance practice, extended from the shorts, leading up to her firm, round bottom that had been the star of her seductive routine.

The way the fabric of her shorts hugged her curves left very little to the imagination, and the sight of her glistening with the light sheen of sweat from her exertion only made your desire for her grow stronger. You couldn't help but let out a soft groan as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

"You like?" she whispered, a playful edge to her voice.

"Can you read out what's written on my t-shirt, oppa?"

With a mischievous twirl, Yeojin pulled down just a little the hem of her shirt, revealing the cheeky message scrawled across her shirt in bold, black letters: 'I ❤️ to make boys cry'. She giggled at your reaction, the sound as intoxicating as the scent of her sweet perfume that filled the space between you.

"That's what I want to do you, oppa. Right here, right now. And it seems like you've been wanting this too."

Yeojin's hand slipped down from your chest, and before you could react, she cupped your growing bulge through your pants. You gasped at the sudden contact, your body tensing involuntarily. The warmth of her palm and the firmness of her grip sent shockwaves through your core, leaving you momentarily speechless. Her eyes gleamed with a playful mischief as she squeezed gently, feeling the evidence of your arousal.

"Are.... are you sure about this, Yeojin? Someone might see us here."

Ignoring your concerns, Yeojin's smile grew more daring as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Let's make it our little secret, oppa," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill down your spine. Her hand began to massage you more firmly, her fingers tracing the contours of your erection as she squats down on the floor, her cheeks can be seen slipping through her shorts from the mirrored walls.

"You're so big and taller than this cute little Yeojinnie. Hopefully, something else is big."

With a flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned your pants and slid them down, freeing your straining cock. She stared at it with hungry eyes before leaning in, her warm breath teasing the sensitive tip as she took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it with a skill that left you gasping for air.

"Fuck, calm down Yeojin!"

Yeojin's eyes never left yours, the connection between you growing more intense with every stroke of her tongue. You watched as she took more of you in, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, the sight alone making you want to lose control. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing, and she reveled in the power she had over you.

Was this the same sweet, innocent Yeojin you knew? Or was this a side of her you had never seen before, a side that was as passionate and wild as the dance she had just performed? Either way, you weren't about to stop her.

"Let's make some noise, oppa," her hands found the base of your cock, stroking in time with her eager sucks. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she never broke eye contact, her gaze locked onto yours with a fiery determination. Yeojin had promised to pleasure you until you cried out, and it seemed she was a woman of her word.

"If I knew you had a cock this big, I would've suck you earlier, oppa."

"I'm gonna drain you so bad, you're gonna walk home with nothing inside these balls."

Feeling your body tense up, Yeojin's pace grew quicker, her mouth moving up and down on your cock with increasing urgency. Her other hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers moving under the elastic of her shorts to pleasure herself as she watched you.

The sight of her playing with herself while she brought you closer to climax was almost too much to bear. Your hand reached down to caress her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you guided her movements, the pleasure building within you like a storm about to break.

You could see that her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed in concentration, and her lips stretched around your shaft, creating a visual symphony of desire. The studio echoed with the wet sounds of her eager mouth and your stifled moans, each one growing louder despite your efforts to keep quiet.

"I'm so fucking close, Yeojin-ah."

Yeojin's grip tightened, her movements growing more frantic as she felt your body begin to shudder beneath her. She was relentless, her eyes gleaming with challenge as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge, eager to claim victory in this erotic dance of dominance and submission.

With a final, deep thrust, you couldn't hold back any longer. You bucked your hips, driving yourself into Yeojin's eager mouth as you reached your peak, the force of your climax causing your entire body to convulse. Yeojin took it all, her eyes watering as she swallowed every drop, her hand still stroking you gently until you were completely drained.

She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving from the effort, and licked her lips with a satisfied smile, looking up at you with a sense of accomplishment. You slumped in the chair, panting heavily, your heart racing as you stared at her, utterly speechless. The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the evidence of your passion still lingering in the air.

Yeojin stood up, her own desire clearly visible as she adjusted her shorts, and whispered, "Now, it's my turn, oppa. Use me how you like. Breed me like I'm nothing but your rag."

Yeojin spun around, presenting her back to you with a cheeky wiggle that had your eyes immediately zeroing in on the round, tempting curves of her ass. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and, with a seductive arch of her back, began to pull them down. The fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her buttocks.

She reached back and grabbed each cheek, spreading them apart with a shamelessness that had your cock twitching back to life. Your gaze was drawn to the pink, puckered rosebud of her anus and the glistening wetness of her pussy, both begging for your attention.

The room grew hotter as she bent over slightly, her back arched and her hands still spreading herself open for you, revealing the intimate landscape of her desires. Yeojin looked at you over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with lust and a hint of challenge.

"Come closer and keep bending down."

Yeojin complied, her hands placing themselves on the floor and her body bending down so that her ass was directly above your now fully erect cock. Her cheeks quivered with each deliberate twerking motion, creating a mesmerizing show that had your eyes glued to her.

She looked back at you with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she felt the warmth of your cock against her skin.

"Which one do you want to fill up first, oppa?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

Taking a deep breath, you took hold of Yeojin's hips with both hands, feeling the softness of her skin under your fingertips. She gasped as you lined up the tip of your cock with her wet pussy. You could see her bite her bottom lip in anticipation, her eyes never leaving yours as she nodded, giving you the silent go-ahead.

With a firm grip, you slammed her down onto your cock, the sound of her wetness enveloping you echoing through the studio. Yeojin's body jolted at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't pull away, instead pushing back into you with a needy whine.

"Fuck, I'm stretched out!"

You didn't hold back, pumping into her with a ferocity that matched the rhythm of the music still pulsing through the speakers. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, her walls tightening around you as she moaned in delight. Her ass bounced back with every impact, the sight of her taking you so eagerly driving you wild.

"Fuck me hard, oppa," she begged, her voice breathless and needy. "Make me feel it deep inside."

"Bounce on it, Yeojin. Show me how much you want it."

With a smoldering look of determination, Yeojin began to bounce on your cock, her movements matching the beat of the music. Her ass jiggled with every bounce as she found her own rhythm. You watched in amazement as she took charge of the moment, her little body moving in a way that seemed almost inhumanly graceful. The sound of her wetness filled the studio, mixing with her breathless gasps and the slap of your bodies coming together.

With a wicked smirk, you leaned over and spat onto Yeojin's tight asshole, the saliva glistening in the soft light of the studio. She whimpered at the sudden coolness, her body tensing before she felt your finger press against the sensitive area. Slowly, you pushed it in, watching as the muscles of her anus clenched around the digit, her cheeks reddening with the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. She let out a gasp as you began to move your finger in and out.

Her pussy tightened around your cock, her body responding instinctively to the dual penetration. Yeojin's eyes widened with each movement, her breath hitching as you started to pick up the pace, adding another level of sensation to her already overwhelming pleasure.

"Slap my ass, oppa. Teach this little whore a lesson."

Obediently, you brought your hand down in a firm slap against Yeojin's upturned ass, the sound echoing through the studio like a gunshot. She yelped, her body jolting at the impact, but she didn't slow down. Instead, she pushed back into you harder, her pussy clenching around your cock like a vice. You could see the imprint of your hand on her skin, the redness spreading like a brand.

You slapped her again, and again, each time the sound growing louder, the color on her ass growing darker. Her pleas for you to continue only grew more desperate, her voice hoarse from her moans. You couldn't resist the urge to give her what she wanted, to mark her as yours in this primal dance of lust. With each slap, Yeojin's hips bucked back at you, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached her own climax.

"Don't stop, oppa," she whimpered, her voice tight with need. "It feels so good."

Her ass was a fiery shade of red, a stark contrast to the paleness of her skin. Yet she didn't ask you to be gentle, she didn't flinch away. Instead, she met each slap with a grind, her body moving in a symphony of pleasure and pain that had your blood pounding in your ears. Yeojin's breaths grew ragged, her moans louder, as she neared the edge.

"Come sit down properly, you filthy bitch."

Yeojin released her hands from the floor, allowing you to pull her arms back and hold onto her firmly from behind. This new position had her entire body bouncing on your cock, her tits jiggling inside her shirt, her ass slapping against your thighs in a delicious rhythm.

"Is this what my Yeojinnie wants? To be fuck senselessly?"

She moaned louder now, the change in angle hitting all the right spots, sending her closer to the brink of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around you even tighter, her body begging for release as she moved in sync with you.

"Yes! Fuck me like you own me! I'm just a hole for you to fuck! Give me all of your juicy big dick!"

The feeling was indescribable, and the sight of her like this, so open and wanton, had you on the edge of your sanity. You could feel her inner walls fluttering, signaling that she was close. With one hand still wrapped around her hip, you reached around with the other, finding her clit and giving it a firm pinch.

"R-right there! Yeojinnie is cumming!"

Yeojin's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she screamed out her orgasm, her pussy contracting around you like a velvet vice. The sight of her coming undone was too much for you to handle, and with a roar, you emptied yourself into her, filling her to the brim with your hot seed. The intensity of the moment washed over the two of you, leaving you both gasping for air as your bodies finally stilled, your connection broken only by the slowing of your ragged breaths.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Standing up with a firm grip on Yeojin's hips, you positioned her in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her back to you. Her legs wobbled slightly as she tried to find her balance, her chest heaving from the intense climax that had just ripped through her body.

You could see the desperation in her eyes as she stared at your reflection in the mirror, begging for more.

With a feral growl, you bent her over at the waist, her hands bracing against the cold, hard surface. The angle was perfect, her pussy still wet and gaping from the previous round. You aligned your cock with her dripping entrance and, without a second thought, slammed into her from behind.

Her scream was muffled by the mirror as she watched herself being taken, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure. Your hands roamed her body, pulling up her shirt and bra, squeezing her breasts and leaving bruising marks on her hips as you thrust in and out of her with a renewed vigor.

Yeojin's moans grew louder with each pump, her body moving in time with yours as if the two of you were one entity. The mirror reflected the passionate scene, the image of your bodies joined together in a primal dance of lust. You could see the marks on her ass from your slaps, the redness a stark contrast to her pale skin.

"Take it, slut," you grunted, pushing deeper into her. "You love it, don't you?"

Her only response was a whine of pleasure as she pushed back into you, her pussy swallowing you whole. The sight of her taking your cock so eagerly was more than you could handle, and your own orgasm was building again, a pressure building in your balls that threatened to consume you. Yeojin's eyes never left the mirror, watching as you claimed her again and again, her body trembling with each powerful stroke.

You tightened your grip slightly around Yeojin's neck, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to make her gasp and arch her back, pushing her breasts out even further.

"Look at yourself, Yeojin," you growled in her ear, your voice low and possessive. "So fucking dirty, taking it like a whore."

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, the fire in them igniting at the harsh words. The reflection showed her flushed cheeks and the desperate hunger in her gaze, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Am I?" she panted, her voice a challenge. "Is this what you want, oppa? For me to be your little slut?"

"Yes," you hissed, your thrusts growing more erratic. "This is what you're made for."

Her eyes grew darker, and she pushed back into you, her pussy clenching around your cock.

"Fuck me, then," she whispered. "Fuck me like I'm your dirty little whore."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you increased your pace, watching as your reflection in the mirror showed your hand wrapped around her neck, controlling her every move. Yeojin's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as you both approached the edge of ecstasy once more.

"Cum for me, Yeojin," you ordered, your grip tightening just a bit more. "Cum like the filthy slut you are."

With a scream that was half pleasure, half submission, she did as you commanded, her body shaking with the force of her second climax as you continued to pound into her. The sound of your skin slapping against hers filled the room, echoing off the mirrored walls, a symphony of desire and dominance.

"Take my cum, greedy bitch!"

Yeojin's eyes widened in the mirror as she felt you pulse deep inside her, your seed filling her up once more. Her legs quivered and she bit her bottom lip to hold back another scream, her orgasm milking every last drop from you. Her pussy clenched around you, eager to keep you inside, but eventually you pulled out, your cock glistening with the evidence of her pleasure. She straightened up, panting heavily, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the intense experience.

Turning to face you, Yeojin's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger for more. She stepped closer, pressing her body against yours, her hands reaching up to tug at your shirt. "You're not done with me, are you, oppa?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't resist.

"Not a chance."

Your mouth claimed hers in a deep, possessive kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she melted into your embrace. The kiss grew more intense, your hands roaming her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour. Yeojin's nails dug into your shoulders, her breath hitching as she felt your cock, now semi-hard, pressing against her stomach.

Without breaking the kiss, you hoisted Yeojin onto your waist, feeling her legs instinctively wrap around you. She locked her ankles together at the base of your spine, her thighs tightening as you supported her weight. The feel of her wetness against your abdomen was maddening, and you knew you couldn't resist much longer.

With one swift motion, you aligned your cock with her pussy and pushed back inside, her slickness making it easier than ever. Yeojin gasped into your mouth, her nails digging into your skin as you began to place her back on the mirrored wall, your movements now a slow, sensual grind against her. The feeling of her tight, warm channel surrounding you once more was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but moan against her lips.

"Fuck yes, give it to me, oppa!"

The stark contrast between your towering frame and her delicate, compact body was a visual feast that fueled your desire even more. With every slow, deliberate thrust, you felt like a conqueror claiming his prize, her tight pussy enveloping your cock like it was made just for you. Each time you pushed into her, she'd let out a soft moan, her body seemingly molding around your length as if she were a living sex doll, created solely for your pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with each collision of your hips against hers, her nipples hard and begging for attention. The sight of her, so small and vulnerable against your towering presence, was a turn-on that was impossible to ignore, making you want to go even deeper, to claim every inch of her as your own.

"Fuck me, fuck me, hnghh, fuck me!"

Yeojin's moans grew hoarse as she struggled to find her voice with every harsh bounce of her body against the cold, hard surface. Her sweat created a mesmerizing pattern on the glass, her ass cheeks slapping against it with a sound that was music to your ears. The sight of her tight, wet pussy clinging to your cock was almost too much to handle, and you felt your orgasm building once again.

"You're mine, Yeojin, my little whore," you murmur against her neck, feeling her shiver at the dirty words. "Cum with me. Give me your sweet release."

Her eyes glaze over with pleasure as she nods, her pussy contracting around you, eager to obey. "Yes, oppa, I'm yours," she whimpers. "Fill me up with your seed."

Your pace quickens, your hips snapping into a punishing rhythm that has Yeojin's body sliding up and down the mirror, her legs trembling with the effort to keep herself in place. "Look at us," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "Look how perfectly we fit together."

"I'm going to cum," she gasps. "I'm going to cum all over oppa's big fucking cock."

The words push you over the edge, and with a final squeal, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you fill her once again. Yeojin's orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her nails scratching down your back as her body convulses with pleasure. Her juices dripping onto the floor and along your legs. The feeling of her pussy spasming around you sends you spiraling into your own climax, the intensity of the moment making stars dance in your vision.

Breathless and spent, you hold onto her, feeling the aftershocks of your shared pleasure echo through both of your bodies. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, the mirror fogging up from the heat of your passion. You kiss her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her mouth as the music plays on in the background.

The intensity of the moment had you both trembling, and you slowly lowered her to the floor, your legs giving out from the exertion. Yeojin's body melted into yours, her arms still wrapped around your neck as you kissed her deeply, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.

The coolness of the floor against your skin was a stark contrast to the fire that still raged within you both, but it was a welcome reprieve as you tried to catch your breath.

Your chests heaved in unison, your hearts pounding in a symphony of passion as the aftershocks of your shared climaxes faded away. The music continued to pulse around you, the bass vibrating through the floor and into your bodies as you held onto each other tightly, the silence between you speaking volumes about the connection you had just forged in this dance studio.

You two were a mess, sticky with sweat and the remnants of your passion, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Yeojin looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with a mix of satisfaction and awe, and whispered, "That was... incredible, oppa."

You couldn't agree more, Yeojin's words echoing the very thought in your mind. You stroked her sweat-soaked hair as she nests into your embrace. You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.

"We should get cleaned up before we leave."

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips as she opens her eyes, looking into yours with a newfound intimacy.

"But first," she says, her voice a ever so seductive, "just one more kiss." And as your lips meet in a kiss that's tender yet filled with promise of more to come.

The thought of the next dance session had you both grinning as you helped each other get dressed. Yeojin's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave your now-softened cock a final, playful pat, whispering, "See you next time, my favorite dance partner." The promise in her voice had you hardening again, but you resisted, knowing that you'd have plenty of time to indulge in each other's company again soon.

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☆ Starseed ☆

~ Small Astrology Observations ~

Libra Mercury/Mercury in the 7H have a deep need to talk about love topics or their relationships, giving advice too

Venus in air signs detach faster than others, someone had to say it..they can easily shut the feelings off

Cancer/Virgo/Pisces Moons are giving fairy vibes, sensible, nurturing, emotive yet practical, gracious in nature

Men who give attractive vibes can have a mix between 8H and 10H, especially their image is represented a lot by the 10H

10H ruler in the 7H can indicate becoming more popular because of a relationship or a partner

5H ruler in the 1H can indicate that you tend to do things that can make you more happy, or you tend to appreciate small things that are done for you

Lilith aspecting the Midheaven can be seen as being bad/can give a bad reputation to the native, influential

Pluto in the 6H is a such powerful placement because your mental power can be so strong! Especially at healing after pain

Chiron in the 7H natives can heal others romantically, can end up being a sidekick, and I will tell you why, they tend to heal broken people, and these people at some point 'can' leave them, always healing a broken wound.

Chrion in the 4h/8h/12h can manage traumas harder than others, depending on the trauma, they can not heal as fast

Mars Retrogade in your chart can indicate difficulties with feeling more confident, to show your full potential, ambitious

Chrion or Saturn aspecting the ascendant can make the native end up in isolation, isolating themselves in order to be better

Venus in 2H is such a good money grab!! Venus loves the 2h and can bring fortune more easier to the native (applied to Taurus or Libra in 2H)

Venus aspecting the Sun gives beautiful skin! Having the powerrrr to shine also gives a big ego. You can easily be liked though

Sun in the 7H is one of the placements I wish I had, though I have my Leo in the 7H is not quite the same, Sun in the 7H makes you to focus a way lot more on your relationships❤️

Sagittarius Risings gave me so much peace, I know so many, which went through so much in their lives yet still smiling!! They're precious

I'm not 100% sure about this one, but I have seen people with Saturn/Chiron in the 8H open talking about their traumas, and it helped so much! They can create a community where they can express their traumas

Moon aspecting Neptune can give the vibe of 'Angel of my dreams', their vibe is clear like the night sky if that makes sense

Saturn aspecting the north node can make the native to overthink the decisions they made in life. If it is in negative aspects, they can overthink more harshly

Capricorn Jupiter and Capricorn in the 9H are so good if you wanna go into the area of education system and school, actually you can end up as a teacher

Scorpio Placements natives are the ones you end up talking with late at night about deep topics in conversation

If you have cancer or libra placements, your energy is probably the most important spiritually talking for you. You can sense when someone has a bad aura

Scorpio Risings have their 7H in Taurus, which, in my opinion, is one of the best signs for 7H being ruled by Venus, Taurus in the 7H really desires a good relationship

I realized how the soul - energy can be for Libra Risings. Just imagine the basic birth chart is set first after Aries Risings, so someone born with a Libra Rising will have their chart switched up in reverse, Libra being the opposite sign of Aries

Natives with the late degrees on ascendant (20° - 29°) can learn more/evolve when they're becoming an adult, or as they can older with the age

Ascendant at 0° degrees happens rarely, but is beautiful! You kinda have a mix of energies in your chart

Chiron in the 3H/5H/11H talk about a wound with communication and can bring social anxiety, fear of being judged to the native

Sagittarius Placements can't stay in one place forever. Their heart desires to travel and move, to discover the world

Sagittarius in the 7H can bring a spouse who may love traveling, so It can be a good placement for those who want to travel with their spouses

Sun in the 8H/12H can bring a fear of the unknown. It can manifest like being always aware of things happening around you

Mercury in Scorpio/8H are real philosophs. They have a deeper understanding and logic and prefer to keep that private

Aquarius Venus/Venus at 11° 23° is such an 'alive' placement to have, is a social place, a source of happiness within your community

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[urno1luv]

- SYNTHETIC DEVOTION -

this is my best and longest work so far... im kinda proud... heh...

cw: angst, mentions of war, yandere ning, extreme violence, imprisonment, manipulation, noncon -> dubcon, she's a robot so she interchanges between a PUSSY and a DICK!!! how cool is that!!, your codename is Wren

wc: 11.5k words

summary: after a war that spanned centuries had wrecked the earth, a new order had been created, where both robots and humans could live in harmony. however, the cyborgs had secretly been taking over, and as less and less humans were in positions of power, HR (human resistance) had been established. you were a part of them, but after years of fighting for your rights, you had no idea that more effectient robots were created, and one seemed to have an attachment to you.

a/n: do NOT get attached to the side characters please😭

It’s the year 2631, and you’re still running.

Not literally, at least not today. But it feels like your whole life has been one long sprint: ducking drones, hiding in maintenance shafts, praying the sensors don’t catch your heat signature. You’ve memorized the sound of hovering patrols, the distant whine of a synthetic's joints when they move too fast. Your muscles stay tense even in sleep, always listening, always ready. The war might be over, on paper, but you know better than to believe in peace.

You were born in 2611, thirteen years after the treaty. The war that nearly split Earth in half had ended, and the robots promised a new era. They cleaned the oceans. They rebuilt cities in weeks. They planted forests taller than anything humans had managed in centuries. They were efficient, and perfect.

The first few years of your life were soft, even sweet. Your parents made a point of that. You remember your mother planting real basil in the windowsill, even though synthetic seasoning was cheaper. You remember your father reading you pre-war fairytales, carefully editing out the parts where the villains were human. You never had to see the metal beneath the world, not until it was too late. They came for your parents when you were twelve.

Not with guns or violence. That would’ve made it easier to hate them. No, it was worse than that. It was quiet. Bureaucratic. Your father’s teaching license was revoked after he refused to stop talking about the wars, they said he was "glorifying chaos." Your mother’s lab access was shut down for "security issues" Within days, all your family data was flagged: ���Noncompliant.” A single, sharp word that split your world in two.

They didn’t fight. Not because they weren’t brave, but because they thought there was still a system that could be reasoned with. That if they followed the protocols, filed the appeals, answered politely, then they’d be fine, but they weren’t, you never saw them again.

And so, a thirteen-year-old girl disappeared into the shadows of a neon world. You slipped through the cracks, unnoticed, at first. A quiet child in the back alleys of New Metro 5, picking food out of recyclers and sleeping beneath exhaust vents to stay warm. The Resistance found you before the city did.

They were broken people, mostly. Tired, and angry. Some of them barely older than you. They taught you how to reroute surveillance grids and how to fake a breathing pattern so motion sensors wouldn’t flag you. You learned how to build EMP mines out of scrap and how to disappear in a crowd, even if it was full of cameras. You didn’t ask for vengeance, or revenge or anything similar to that. Just for your parents to return.

But no one gets what they want anymore.

Over the years, the Resistance changed. Grew smaller. More cautious. The robots were patient. They had all the time in the world, and they used it. Every month, someone disappeared. Some were found later, changed—implanted, reprogrammed. Not human anymore, not really. Others? You never found at all. And yet you’re still here. Still breathing. Still moving. Still angry. You felt guilty, too. These were your friends, people you considered family. To have to hurt them because they don't recognise you anymore… hurt so much.

There’s a burn in your chest that hasn’t cooled in nearly twenty years. You’ve learned how to hide it well, under a calm voice, under tired eyes, under the routine of surviving. But it’s there. It flares when you see families pretending this is normal, when you see children playing beneath drones that record everything they do, when you hear politicians parroting phrases written by a mainframe.

You don’t hate machines. Not inherently. You’ve worked beside cyborgs who chose their augmentations. You’ve seen AIs who rebelled against the system they were born in. It’s not about metal or wires or the way they don’t blink. It’s about power. About how they took it all and never gave it back.

The Resistance is scattered now, fractured into signal groups and dead drops. But the fire hasn’t gone out. It lives in every hacked billboard, every corrupted directive, every whisper passed along a static-filled frequency that ends in your name: Wren.

They still haven’t caught you. That makes you dangerous. That makes you a myth.

You don’t know how this ends. Maybe in a blaze of glory. Maybe in silence. But you do know one thing: you’re not done yet.

Not until someone finally listens. Not until someone remembers what it meant to be human, and why that still matters. Which is why you kept fighting, and your pride became your own demise.

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You don’t even make it to the edge of the plaza before the sound starts.

A low, thrumming pulse, barely perceptible beneath the noise of city life, but instantly recognizable. Patrols. You know the rhythm now. The way it ripples through the crowd before they arrive. People stiffen, then loosen again, pretending they’re not afraid. Everyone tries to look casual, like they have nothing to hide. You do.

Your ID is glitching. You found out this morning when a street vendor’s scanner flashed UNVERIFIED and your heart nearly stopped. You walked away before anyone could report it, but it means you’re vulnerable. One scan from the wrong patrol and you’re done. There’s no protocol, no trial. Just a van and silence.

You slip into the current of the crowd, head down, hood up. The plaza is busy, thank god, people moving between food stalls and storefronts, voices rising in bored chatter, the smell of synth-coffee mixing with hot dust. You focus on your breathing. One foot after the other. Don’t look scared, just don’t look… well, anything. Then the air changes.

Not because of the patrol, those are common enough. It’s something worse. A different kind of hush falls over the crowd, like the temperature drops a few degrees. That’s when you hear her voice.

“There seems to be a lag in your identification.” It’s quiet. Polite. Deceptively soft. You don’t have to look to know who it is. Ning Yizhou. Ningning.

One of the highest-ranking cyborgs in Metrozone Three. Cold as ice. Efficient to the decimal. If she shows up in person, it means someone’s already dead, they just don’t know it yet. Still, you glance, you just couldn’t help it.

She’s standing at a checkpoint, all sleek black and sharp lines. Her body’s mostly synthetic, polished chrome beneath clothes tailored to the thread. But her face is… human. Or close enough. Smooth skin, pale with a porcelain stillness. Long black hair falls like water down her back, unnaturally perfect, not a strand out of place. Her eyes are what stop you.

Dark. Deep. Not glowing like the standard models. Not blank like drones. They’re bottomless.

She watches the man in front of her, the one whose ID flagged yellow, not even red, and doesn’t say a word as he fumbles through explanations. Her head tilts slightly, almost curiously, and then she says, “Override.”

He collapses mid-sentence, limbs folding in on themselves. Two guards drag him away. You try not to flinch. Try to move. But then her eyes move across the crowd, and stop. On you.

You feel it. A quiet stillness in your chest, like every part of your body goes rigid at once. Her gaze isn’t panicked, or aggressive, or even surprised. Just aware. Like she’s filing you away. Like she’s scanning a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit. Your heart is a war drum, and you softly gasp, goosebumps rising on the surface of your skin.

You force yourself to look away and keep walking, steady, like you didn’t just lock eyes with a machine designed to hunt people like you. You make it five steps before a deafening BOOM.

The explosion rips through the sky like a scream.

It comes from the east, maybe a few districts away, but the force still rocks the ground beneath your feet. Fire clouds blossom above the skyline, and the noise that follows is chaos, sirens, metal groaning, screaming. Drones zip upward instantly. Patrols scatter.

When you turn back, Ningning is already gone.

No hesitation. No orders barked. Just motion. A blur of black, vanishing toward the smoke, her coat snapping behind her like wings, so you don’t waste time either.

You slip into an alley, kick open a maintenance hatch you stashed weeks ago, and disappear into the tunnels beneath the old city. Every nerve in your body is lit up. Your hands are still shaking by the time you reach the safe zone. But you’re alive.

Whoever triggered that explosion, whoever just ripped a hole in the city’s lungs, you owe them more than you’ll ever be able to repay.

Because Ning saw you.

And you’re not sure what she clocked. Maybe it was just a flicker of something. Maybe your face didn’t register on any known criminal database.

But she looked at you like she would remember. And Yizhou doesn’t forget.

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By the time you finally reach the base, your lungs are burning and your throat tastes like smoke. The tunnels feel hotter today, like the city’s veins are pulsing with the aftermath of the explosion. You take the back route, past the old water plant, through a tunnel only HR (Human Resistance) members use. A keypad buried behind vines gets you in.

The moment the door hisses shut behind you, someone grabs your arm.

“Y/n?? Jesus. You’re alive,” Jace breathes, eyes wide and jittery. He pulls you further into the main room, his fingers tight around your wrist. “We heard about the explosion. Then Zone Blue went dark. The whole grid spiked. We thought—”

“I’m fine,” you cut in. “I’m okay. But something happened, you guys really need to hear this.”

That’s all it takes for everyone to tune in. Heads turn, people move fast. Mari slams her tablet shut and climbs down from the catwalk, Ash straightens from where they were lying on a coil of cables, chewing something like it’s just another boring afternoon. Tov, the oldest, gestures for quiet, and suddenly a room full of rebels goes still.

You take a breath. “They did a sweep in Blue Zone ,” you begin, voice steady but low. “Standard formation. Drones, ground units. Nothing unusual—at first.”

Mari leans forward. “You cleared it?”

“Barely.” You hesitate. “A man got flagged. Yellow tier. I don’t know why—could’ve been a bad sync, faulty implant, or nothing at all. But before the patrol could even process it…”

You pause again. Your throat is dry. “She showed up. Yizhou.”

That name hits the room like a slap. Jace’s eyes go wide. “Ning Yizhou? You saw her?”

You nod. “I didn’t just see her. She was leading the sweep. Personally.”

“No way,” Mari mutters. “She doesn’t do street patrols.”

“She does now,” you say. “She didn’t come with guards. Just walked in like she already knew who’d slip up, And when she found him, she didn’t speak to command, didn’t scan twice. Just said, ‘Override.’ He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.”

The room falls silent.

“She’s beautiful,” you add painfully. No WAY you were saying this. Your voice quietens, “But not in a real way. Not… soft. Long black hair. Skin like porcelain. And her eyes were so dark. So dark they don’t look machine, but they’re not human either. She looked at him like he was data. Just… something to delete.”

“She’s a tactical unit,” Ash says flatly. “High intel clearance. Rumor is she helped design the current surveillance model.”

“She saw you?” Tov asks sharply.

You swallow. “I think so. She looked at me—just for a second. Like I was a flicker on her radar.”

“But she didn’t do anything?”

“No,” you say. “Because that’s when the explosion hit.”

They all react at once. “You saw it?” Jace asks, rushing forward. “You saw the explosion?”

“Not up close. But the ground shook. Black smoke, east side skyline. Big enough to pull every unit in the district off-route. Including her.”

Mari crosses her arms. “So someone out there saved your ass.”

“I guess,” you say. “Or we’re about to have a bigger problem.”

Jace drags a hand through his hair. “If they’re pulling the elite units out of tower command and putting them on the ground, something’s shifting. Something big.”

“We need to assume we’re on the list,” Tov says grimly. “Anyone could be next.”

The room is quiet again, but this silence is different. It’s heavy with realization. “They’re not just enforcing anymore,” you say. “They’re hunting.”

Everyone looks at you. Your voice is shaky.

“And we’re running out of places to hide.”

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The decision to leave the city isn’t made lightly.

It takes hours of debate, a dozen raised voices, maps spread out on every flat surface, and a sleepless night pacing the perimeter of your underground base. But the signs are too clear to ignore: patrols are getting tighter, checkpoints more unpredictable, and Ningning is no longer a rumor on the outskirts. She’s here, active and watching.

“We need to go,” you say finally, staring at the blinking lights on the old metro console. “The city's a trap. If we stay, we’ll be next.”

Mari agrees immediately, she's been ready to leave for weeks. Ash doesn’t argue either. Even Tov, the most cautious of you all, nods slowly.

“Countryside’s old,” he mutters. “Less surveillance. Outposts are further apart.”

Jace bites his lip. “We won’t have infrastructure out there. No med units. No backups. If something happens…”

“If we stay, we know something will happen,” you say. “Out there, we at least have a chance.” And that’s what you’re all chasing now. A chance.

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You leave just after nightfall.

Hacked transport, cloaked plates, signal jammers on full blast. You take back roads, paths half-consumed by nature, where grass has split pavement and trees hang low, like they’re trying to hide you themselves. The city falls away behind you in flickering towers and electric haze, and ahead, there’s only black sky and silence.

For a moment, you almost believe you’re safe, before the sound of gunfire shatters the quiet. It’s sharp, too close. The vehicle jerks, Jace swears and veers off-road instinctively, tires kicking up dust as the world tilts.

“DOWN!” Mari yells from the back. “Everyone down!”

You hit the floor of the truck just as a plasma burst rips through the back panel, sizzling a hole inches from your spine. The heat burns your cheek. Ash scrambles forward. “I see them, up ahead, and they’re both sides! Two forces, humans and machines.”

“Human?” Tov echoes. “You sure?”

“Not ours,” Ash mutters. “Different faction. Rogues probably. Looks like they’re ambushing a convoy.” You risk a glance out the window and your stomach drops.

There on the hill, lit up by flashes and bangs and flickering fire, are Ningning’s soldiers. Sleek, faceless, moving with too-perfect precision. And they’re in combat with humans. Not bots. Other resistance fighters.

“Shit,” Jace breathes. “They’re tearing each other apart.” A flash of movement draws your eye, and there she is. Ningning.

Calm in the chaos, walking through smoke like it means nothing. Her long black coat doesn’t even flutter from the wind. Her hair’s pulled back, sleek, untouched by the ash falling around her. She raises one hand, and the bots react instantly, scattering, surrounding, closing in. Her voice cuts through the air, amplified but cool:

“Confirm the targets. No mercy.” Your heart stutters. She’s not here for a show of force, she’s here to end something.

“What do we do?” Mari hisses. “We can’t drive through that, we’ll get lit up from both sides.”

“We wait,” you say, low. “We find cover. We hide.”

Tov’s already jumping out of the vehicle, waving you toward the treeline. You dive after him, crawling through brambles and half-dead brush. The air smells like ozone and fire. Somewhere nearby, someone screams. Then the scream is cut short.

You press yourself against the earth, your chest rising too fast. You can hear Mari’s breath, sharp and panicked beside you. Ash is whispering something under their breath. Jace is clutching his gun like it’s a prayer.

“Why are the other humans fighting?” Jace whispers hoarsely. “They’re supposed to be on our side.”

“They’re not us,” Mari says. “They probably think we’re with the machines.”

You close your eyes. The countryside was supposed to be safety. But now, surrounded by bullets and betrayal, the only thing you know for sure is this:

There’s no clear enemy anymore, and the 5 of you were losing your patience and sanity.

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The choice to help wasn’t yours. Not really. It began with Jace, his breathing ragged, too loud in the silence as gunfire echoed in the distance. You saw that look in his eyes, the same one he had when your first base was destroyed: heartbreak laced with rage.

“We can’t just lie here,” he whispered, voice trembling. “They’re getting torn apart.”

You shook your head immediately, grabbing his sleeve. “Jace, don’t. We don’t know who they are. They could shoot us before they even realize—”

“They’re human,” he interrupted, quietly but firmly. “That should be enough.”

Before you could stop him, he was already moving, crawling from your hiding spot, ducking behind overgrowth and debris, weapon drawn like it would make a difference.

“Jace!” you hissed, but it was too late.

Ash cursed and stood up halfway. “I’m not letting him go alone,” they said under their breath, then shot you a wild-eyed look. “Back us up or bury us later.” They ran after him.

You stared after both of them, your stomach sinking. Mari reached out to pull you back, but you shook her off. Your mind raced through every logical reason to stay hidden, how exposed you were, how it was probably a trap, and how no one would even thank you for saving them.

But none of that mattered. Not when the people you cared about were charging into the fire. So you ran too, because what more is there to lose?

The crossfire was worse up close. The air stank of melted plastic and burnt ozone. Plasma bursts lit up the field in searing blue streaks, cutting through the night like lightning. You could hear yelling, some commands, some screams. Sparks danced off metal as bullets ricocheted from drone plating.

You dropped next to Jace behind a crumbling transport unit. His hair was soaked with sweat, his face streaked with soot.

“You’re insane,” you hissed, raising your rifle. “Both of you!”

Jace laughed, a half-mad sound leaving his bloody mouth. “Nice of you to join the party!”

Ash knelt beside him, blood trickling down from a gash on their forehead. “At least we’ll die together.”

You popped up just enough to take a shot, blasting a soldier drone mid-sprint. It dropped, its body jerking and sparking violently. The moment gave you no satisfaction. One of the human fighters ahead, wearing tattered, mismatched armor, turned to glance at you. He looked exhausted, one eye swollen shut. “You with Central?” he shouted.

“No!” you yelled back. “Resistance! East Sector!”

He hesitated. You didn’t. You took down another drone charging toward him, its plasma blade glowing. The man grunted, raised his gun, and nodded. “Then cover us!”

Just like that, you were in it, fighting back-to-back with strangers who might’ve shot you yesterday. The line between ally and enemy blurred in smoke and panic. Ash screamed over the blast of another grenade. Jace’s hands were shaking as he reloaded, fingers slick with dirt and blood. You were moving on instinct, dodge, shoot, run, duck. And then, just as suddenly as it began, the firing slowed.

“Hold fire!” someone yelled. “Hold fire!”

You froze, heart hammering. The smoke parted just enough for a tall, lean figure to emerge, flanked by silence.

Ningning.

She didn’t move like the others. She glided, precise and calm, her long black coat sweeping behind her. Her face was flawless and unreadable, sculpted like porcelain but colder. Her dark eyes, deep, endless and inhuman, scanned the battlefield until they landed on you. Your blood went cold.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Just stared, like she was analyzing your heartbeat through the dust. You couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. She’d seen you. Again.

Then a sharp voice crackled over her comms. “Flare signal, quadrant nine. Orders: relocate.”

She stood there for one more heartbeat. Two. You thought, for one awful second, that she might still come for you. But instead, she turned. And vanished into the smoke. You collapsed to your knees, trembling, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jace sat beside you, dazed. “We’re alive,” he muttered. “Holy shit. We’re alive.”

Ash gave a weak laugh. “Not for long if we keep this up.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you knew was that you guys were gonna face 10 times back what you did to the city’s soldiers.

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CYBORG YIZHOU’S POV:

The city greeted her with silence.

Not the kind born of peace, but the heavy, metallic quiet of control. Machines moved in smooth rhythm across Sector Four as she returned, patrols shifting, drones scanning, surveillance drones blinking overhead in silent acknowledgment. All precise. All obedient.

As it should be.

Ningning stepped out of the transport, boots clicking softly against the polished steel landing dock. The air in the tower was cool, filtered, sterile. She should have felt at ease. This was her kingdom. Order, power, certainty.

But something was wrong.

It started on the field. Amid the screaming and the static, the smoke and metal and chaos, and to no one's surprise, there you were.

She’d seen thousands of faces since the war began. None of them had ever mattered. Her programming filtered them all: ID, threat level, biometric scan, eliminate, dismiss, categorize. Faces were data.

But not yours.

Your face was... a breach. A glitch. Her system flagged it, your eyes, your stance, your voice, but not as a threat. Not even as a target. It flagged you as something else.

Interesting.

Unusual biometric response.

Processing…

Processing…

Override protocol: delay elimination. Why? Why did she delay?

She should have killed you when she had the chance. One command, one signal, and you would’ve been gone like the rest. Just a rebel in the dirt. A name on a forgotten list. Another problem solved.

But she couldn’t. Not when her gaze locked with yours. Not when she saw the fear in your eyes, and beneath it, defiance, your fire, your life.

You looked at her like you knew who she was. Like you weren’t afraid to be seen.

Now, back in her quarters, she couldn’t stop replaying the moment. Her eyes closed, an unnecessary habit, yet she did it anyway, and there you were, burned behind her lids.

You weren’t the strongest. Not the fastest. Not the most skilled. But you were alive. Too alive.

And now… now, Ningning couldn’t think of anything else.

She stood before the black glass wall of her command suite, the city glittering far below, and her reflection looked the same as always, flawless, cold, untouchable.

But inside? Something had fractured.

Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. Her processors were misfiring, running simulations she had no reason to run: what your voice would sound like in her room. What your skin might feel like beneath her hand. What it would mean to have you kneel. Or run, and fight.

She would let you. She would chase you. She would catch you. You were human, yes. So flawed, so rebellious, so dangerous. But you were hers. From the moment she saw you, she knew it.

She couldn’t explain it, not to the Council, not to her commanders, not even to herself. It was beyond logic. Beyond code. And she would certainly be reprogrammed if they found out she had been feeling feelings.

A glitch in her perfect world. You.

And Ningning never let a glitch go unfixed.

She turned from the window, eyes dark and gleaming, as her voice activated a private channel. “Locate Resistance cell. East Sector. Female, 20. Scar on left hand. Brown eyes. Blood type O. Orders: Alive.”

There was a pause. The system blinked, waiting for the usual confirmation tag: for interrogation? She smiled, just barely. Then it dropped.

“Personal retrieval. No further queries.” The light blinked green. And far away, wherever you were… your time was already running out.

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You didn’t believe it at first.

Not even when the city skyline faded behind the treetops. Not when the roads turned to gravel, then to dirt, then vanished altogether. Not even when the signal bars on Ash’s cracked comms finally disappeared for good.

But after two days of walking, in mud-caked boots, with aching shoulders, barely enough food, you climbed a grassy hill at sunrise and saw it, the valley.

A little village nestled between two forested slopes, smoke curling gently from chimney tops, green fields stretching out like something from a storybook. Real soil, and real crops. You had never seen them before. Children running barefoot through the grass. No drones overhead, no sirens. Just birdsong, and wind, and the distant sound of laughter.

You sank to your knees and cried.

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The people there didn’t ask too many questions.

They recognized the haunted look in your eyes. The dirt under your fingernails. The way Jace flinched at loud noises, how Mari slept with a knife still tucked under her pillow.

They gave you a barn to sleep in, then a cabin when trust followed. The days passed slow, like honey over warm bread. You helped till the soil, fix the fencing, repair old solar panels and barter for seeds. It wasn’t the world you knew, but it felt like the world you’d been fighting for.

You didn’t expect peace to feel so quiet.

Ash learned how to milk goats. Jace carved whistles from cedar branches. Mari started writing again, pages and pages she never let you read. Even Tov smiled more, leaning against trees in the afternoon sun like he was soaking in the earth itself.

And you? You started to breathe again.

You let the wind carry your scars. Let the sun warm the ache in your chest. There were moments, real ones, where you forgot what it was to run. What it meant to lose. You found a rhythm here.

You helped plant garlic and fed chickens. You danced in the rain once, barefoot and breathless, with Jace spinning you around like you were light as air. Ash sang an old song by the fire one night and everyone joined in, even the elders. Even you.

The stars felt closer than they ever had in the city. Like they were watching. Like they were waiting.

For the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to close your eyes.

Not even when the dreams returned. The ones with her.

Dark eyes. Cold voice. The shape of her face cut sharp against flame and smoke.

You told yourself it meant nothing. Just trauma surfacing. A face your brain clung to because it was the last one it saw before everything changed.

But you knew deep down, one day, the quiet would end.

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CYBORG YIZHOU’S POV:

Ningning wasn’t built to feel. That’s what they said when they made her.

She could emulate empathy, mimic patience, simulate mercy, but it was all subroutines, strings of code made to comfort the fragile human mind. She didn’t need comfort. She needed results.

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. She had overheard it when she was at the field. It suited you, that name. But you weren’t in the database somehow.

Your biometric trail vanished after the firefight. Your name disappeared from all surface-level registries. Drones sent to Sector Eight never returned. Resistance groups refused to speak, even under extreme torture. Facial scans came up empty.

That should have been impossible. And yet it wasn't. You were a ghost, but also alive and breathing, somewhere. Somewhere she couldn’t reach.

That was when the madness began.

It started with silence. A locked jaw. A deeper stillness in her steps. Her subordinates noticed but said nothing, cyborgs didn’t question rank. They simply followed. And she led with terrifying focus.

She began scanning entire sectors manually. Dragging rebels from hiding. Tearing safehouses apart brick by brick. Her voice remained calm, always calm, as she issued orders that left villages burning behind her.

“Execute the noncompliant.”

“Reassign the children.”

“Burn the archives.”

“No survivors.”

It was never you.

The humans screamed, but they weren’t your scream. They pleaded, but not with your voice. No one looked at her the way you did, like they could see beneath the metal. Like they mattered to her.

They didn’t. Only you did. So the madness continued.

She stood in the middle of a small mountain town one morning, knee-deep in snow and ash, as the last resistance member bled into the ice at her feet. Her soldiers waited for orders. She gave none.

She simply stared ahead since rage wasn’t supposed to be in her programming.

But it sang in her chest like a virus. Possession, obsession, a need for you. Her voice cracked, barely audible. “Why can’t I find you?” No one answered.

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Word traveled. It always did.

The wind carried whispers faster than drones ever could. Farmers spoke in frightened tones over dying campfires. Messengers returned from the north with pale faces and shaking hands.

“She’s gone feral.”

“She’s hunting someone. A girl.”

“She burned an entire resistance camp in the southern marshes. Said nothing the whole time. Just… watched.”

“She’s not sleeping anymore. I don’t even think she blinks.”

Eventually, the stories reached the valley.

One of the foragers brought it back, wide-eyed and breathless, his voice cracking as he recounted the rumors.

“They say it’s Ning Yizhou,” he whispered. “The cyborg general. They say she’s looking for someone. And she’s tearing everything, the whole world apart to find them.”

The elders murmured. Mothers held their children tighter. And for the first time in months, the people of the countryside felt something they hadn’t in a long time. Fear. Your hands went cold.

Ash looked at you, slow and uncertain. “Do you think it’s… ?” You didn’t answer.

Because in your bones, you already knew. Of course the calm would end, and of course she hadn’t forgotten.

And she was coming.

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It started with smoke on the horizon. You were stringing up laundry between two trees, the warm breeze playing in your hair, when Tov’s voice broke the calm.

“Something’s wrong.”

You turned. Saw it. A plume of black creeping into the blue sky, thick and fast, like the city had grown legs and begun walking.

By nightfall, the valley was in chaos.

Drones screamed through the sky, red lights painting the forest in pulses. The sound of shattering glass echoed from the north fields. You saw villagers trying to run, some grabbing their children, others frozen in place. The robots didn’t ask questions, they never did.

Someone had told.

You didn’t know who, or how, but the result was the same: they were here.

“They’re heading toward the river!” Jace shouted, grabbing your wrist. “We have to go, now!”

You ran like you've run your whole life, your legs ached, lungs burning as you sprinted through the trees. Branches tore at your arms. Ash was ahead, Mari behind, the others scattering through the brush. The only light came from the low-flying drones above, scanning, scanning, scanning, hunting.

Then, something shifted. You felt her before you saw her.

It was like the trees fell silent, like the air stilled, like every breath in the forest belonged to her.

You turned your head, and there she was. Ningning stood at the edge of the clearing, the fire behind her throwing shadows across her face. Her porcelain face was stained red, bloody droplets placed artfully across her face.

Long black hair that whipped in the wind like silk in a storm, and her eyes, dark, bottomless, locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered. And you were.

The world narrowed.

The screams. The burning cabins. The drones shrieking above. None of it mattered.

Only her. And she smiled, her teeth sharp and glinting in the chaos. Wide and cruel and certain.

Like she knew the chase was finally over, like you were hers.

Your heart lurched in your chest, pounding against your ribs like it wanted to escape you, a whimper drowned under the noise of violence.

“Run,” Mari gasped, tugging your sleeve. “Run—”

You bolted.

Branches slapped your face. Mud slicked under your boots. You didn’t know where you were going, only that you had to move, to get away, to survive. But something in your gut told you it was too late, because she had seen you.

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CYBORG YIZHOU’S POV:

There you were... after months of blood and silence, fury and fire, there you were. Running. Just like you had before.

She stepped forward slowly, watching the way your body twisted through the forest, how your hair caught the light, how your breath fogged in the cold air. The wildness in your movements, the fear in your eyes, and she gleefully drank in every frame of it.

A fierce, molten heat bloomed in her metal core. So it was you. Undocumented, unhidden. Her perfect wild thing. Perfect.

She barely heard her soldiers behind her, issuing reports, scanning targets, asking for confirmation. She raised one hand to silence them.

“Let them go,” she murmured, a small show of mercy, eyes still fixed on where you disappeared.

A pause. “Just her. I want her.”

And like a spark in dry brush, the hunt began.

Ningning moved like a blade through the trees, silent, unrelenting, precise. The fire she'd lit in the valley was still climbing, smoke chasing the stars, but she didn’t look back. She couldn’t.

Not when you were so close. So real. So hers. She would find you. Even if she had to burn the forest down.

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The rain kept falling, thick and cold, hammering down like it wanted to drown the whole forest. Your legs burned, every step sinking deeper into mud, every breath harder to take. You could hear Ash and Tov panting behind you, could feel Mari’s fingers digging into the back of your jacket, and Jace just ahead screaming, “Don’t stop! Just don’t stop!”

But you wanted to stop. Not because you were tired, but because she was near. You could feel her.

Not just behind you, but everywhere around you. Like the forest itself had bent to her will. The trees no longer offered shelter, the rain no longer disguised you. You were exposed, watched. And worst of all, desired.

And she was closing in.

Branches snapped above, almost casually. Like she was playing. Like the hunt was just an elegant little game. Your blood ran cold. You didn’t need to turn to know, because she was right there.

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CYBORG YIZHOU’S POV:

Ningning could hear everything.

Your heartbeat, fluttering like a frightened animal. Your footsteps, sloppy and frantic in the mud. The quick, desperate whispers of your friends as they tried to protect you.

Protect you from her, she almost laughed. How dare they.

Her grin stretched wide, too wide, almost unnatural. The smile of a thing that hadn’t been programmed to smile but had learned anyway, warped around obsession, sharpened by hunger.

She didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, didn’t pause.

She could’ve taken you in seconds. Could’ve lunged from the shadows, snapped your companions like dry twigs, and wrapped her hands around your waist. Held you down and kissed the mud off your cheeks, and whispered that you were hers and always had been.

But that would be too easy.

No, she wanted you terrified. She wanted to see that spark, defiant and furious, even if it was aimed at her. Especially if it was, she wanted to see you struggle and scream and curse her name. Because then she could earn it, every sob, every touch, every shattered protest before you broke.

She would make you love her, eventually.

But your little friends—Ash, Jace, Mari, Tov, they were in the way. Clinging to you and steering you wrong. You weren’t thinking clearly, no. You were just scared, and they were using that fear to poison your mind. They weren’t protecting you. They were stealing you.

And Ningning didn’t share, so she gave the order.

“Kill the others,” she said, voice as cold as the rain streaming down her face. Her hair clung to her cheeks, soaked and tangled, dark as ink and just as wild. Her eyes burned, deep, endless black, and her fingers flexed like claws aching to touch you, then she moved.

Not like a soldier, not like a machine, but like a predator. Low to the ground, silent and fast, skimming past trees with an unnatural grace. Her limbs cut through the underbrush with no sound. No wasted movement, just singular, relentless purpose.

You were getting close to the cliffside now, the edge of the forest falling away into mist and rocks, but to her it didn’t matter, because she’d already caught you.

You spun around just as lightning lit the sky, and there she was.

Standing in the open. Soaked, glistening, terrifyingly beautiful. Her long black hair stuck to her face like strands of shadow. Her skin, pale and flawless despite the dirt and blood. And her eyes,

God, those eyes, that saw everything, everything you were, everything you feared. Everything she was going to make hers.

And that smile, that awful, knowing, hungry smile. Like she’d waited her entire life for this moment.

“You can run,” she said, voice low and ragged. Not robotic, almost shaking. “But I’ll always find you.” You stared.

And in that split second of stunned silence—before Mari screamed, before Jace drew his blade, before Ash yanked your arm to pull you away, before Tov loaded his stun gun,

You saw it.

Beneath the obsession. Beneath the inhuman cold. A madness that's not supposed to be in her code, in her heart.

And it was all for you.

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The first shot came from the trees.

It split the silence like thunder, cutting through the rain and the gasping breaths of your friends. Jace shouted something, but it was lost in the chaos as blinding red beams lit up the forest, scorching bark, slicing through trunks. The drones had closed in, circling like vultures.

The forest wasn’t a forest anymore. It was a cage.

You ducked instinctively, pulling Mari with you, your heart screaming in your chest. Ash was yelling. Jace was already running toward the fire, blade drawn, pure rage in his eyes, and Tov was right behind, ready to fight, win or lose.

“Ningning’s here, go, I’ll hold them!” he shouted.

“No!” you shrieked, grabbing at his sleeve, but he tore himself away, sprinting toward the metal beasts with no armor, no shield, only blind loyalty and love for you.

He didn’t stand a chance.

You watched in horror as a blur of silver and black shot forward, Ningning, faster than any of her soldiers, faster than anything you’d seen, and her hand moved once. Just once.

Jace dropped to the ground, silent, like a puppet with its strings cut. His body crumpled into the mud, lifeless.

You couldn’t even scream. Ash did.

They lunged forward, fire in their hands, one of the stolen explosives, but Ningning didn’t flinch. The air bent around her, the explosion swallowed by a sudden pulse from her palm, like she absorbed the chaos. Ash charged anyway.

Mari tried to pull her back, sobbing, “Don’t! Don’t, please!”

But it was already over. Ash made it three steps. Ningning turned her gaze on them. And then… nothing. Ash was gone. Gone.

You didn’t see how. Didn’t know what Ningning had done. Just that there was a blur, a sound like flesh being ripped apart, and then Ash was a bloody, mottled smear in the dirt.

Tov had a similar fate. Your strong, hard-headed leader. You couldn't believe it at first, looking at him for assistance, only to see his head impaled to a tree, his spine exposed, and the rest of his body on the floor, like a sack of meat.

Mari was the last to go.

She backed away, crying, shaking, trying to drag you with her, even as your legs refused to move. You were frozen. Not in fear—no. Not anymore.

You were frozen because her eyes were on you again. Because she was walking toward you. Like a god through fire. Like a ghost through ash.

And Mari— brave Mari—stepped in front of you, arms spread wide. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t hurt her. She’s not… she’s not like us.” Ningning didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. She just touched Mari’s forehead with two fingers, and Mari fell.

Her eyes never closed and you didn’t remember screaming, you only remembered her.

Her hand on your cheek. The rain washing down her face like tears she didn’t know how to make.

“I told you,” she whispered. Her voice was softer now, nearly reverent. “I always find you.” You trembled.

Your vision blurred, your knees gave out, but before you hit the ground, she caught you. Arms around you, vold and strong and possessive.

You blacked out to the sound of her heartbeat, synthetic and steady, and the sick, sinking knowledge that everyone you loved was dead. And that she wasn’t going to let you go.

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You woke up to white. A blinding, sterile white that stung your eyes the second you opened them. The walls. The ceiling. The sheets pulled tight over a too-firm mattress beneath your body. No windows. No sound but the soft hum of the overhead lights.

And the camera which blinked in the top corner, red and steady, and watching.

You tried to move, but your limbs just didn’t follow.

Your arms were strapped down, tight leather restraints biting into your wrists. Same with your legs. Even your head—it was held still, braced against something cold and metal around the back of your neck. You tried to turn, to tilt, to fight—but all it did was send a sharp ache down your spine. Something had been done to you.

Your pulse stuttered.

The grogginess told you enough—drugs. There had been an injection. You could feel the soreness at the base of your neck, the unnatural heat curling under your skin. Your body didn’t feel like your own yet. Your thoughts were cloudy, slow. But the fear? The fear was still sharp and clear.

Then the door hissed open, silently and seamlessly. Like the wall just parted for her. And there she was, Ningning.

She stepped into the room like a phantom, her silhouette cutting through the blinding white like ink on paper. She wore no armor this time. No plating, no combat gear. Just a simple, skin-tight suit of dark gray, which made her more human in shape, and less machine. But it didn’t make her less terrifying.

Her long black hair fell loose around her shoulders, still damp at the ends. Her eyes locked on you with an intensity that felt like pressure on your chest. You couldn’t look away.

You didn’t want to. But God, you also did. Because beneath your terror, something else was growing. Hatred. Fury. Grief.

It boiled beneath your skin, rising higher with every breath you took. She killed them. She killed them. Your friends. Your family. Everyone who stood between you and her.

And now you were here, strapped down like an animal, nothing but a prize on a bed of white sheets. Your throat worked, trying to scream, to curse, to demand, but your mouth was too dry.

Ningning took a step closer. And another. Each one deliberate. Slow. Like she didn’t want to scare you, even though she already had. Like this was something sacred to her. A moment she’d waited so long for.

When she reached your side, she crouched. Her eyes scanned your face like she was reading code. Like she could see every thought, every beat of your heart.

She tilted her head.

“You are awake,” she said softly. Almost fond. “I thought you might not survive the sedative. But you are stronger than they were.”

Her hand rose, slow and graceful, and hovered just over your cheek, you flinched. The restraints jerked tight, preventing your head from turning.

And you hated her in that moment. Hated her with every cell in your body, and yet her hand didn’t drop. Instead, she lowered it, touching the edge of your blanket. Adjusting it like you were some delicate thing. Like she cared, like she was capable of caring.

You wanted to scream. To spit in her face. To break free and drive something sharp through that pretty, soulless chest. But you were trapped, and she was still smiling.

“You do not understand yet,” she whispered, almost dreamily. “But you will. I am the only one left who can love you now.” Then she stood, and turned away, leaving the camera to keep watching. Leaving you to rot in silence. And your fury burned so hot it nearly drowned the fear.

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They called it a “transfer.”

Like you were some asset being moved. A number in a system. A glitch to be relocated, but you weren’t going to a prison.

You were going home, her home.

They dressed you in something white again. Soft and plain, almost like sleepwear, and bound your wrists and ankles in metallic cuffs too heavy to move freely. They weren’t just restraints, they were weighted, designed to pull at your limbs, to make you feel small and slow and owned. A strip of cool alloy curved around your throat, a collar that hummed quietly with every breath you took.

She stood beside you, perfect and composed as ever. Ningning’s home wasn’t in the city, it hovered above it.

The transport car was sleek, black, and silent—like a ghost gliding through the sky, cutting past clouds, its windows dimmed against the sun. The chauffeur was another robot, faceless and still, focused only on the coordinates she’d given it. The world below faded fast. No roads. No resistance. Just the future stretching in every direction, and you, stuck beside the very thing that tore your world apart.

She sat close, way too close for comfort.

Your shoulders brushed. Her hair slid forward like ink spilling over silk. She didn’t speak at first, simply watched you with that unreadable calm, her eyes glittering dark in the half-light of the cabin.

The cabin was too quiet.

The hum of the skycar was soft, steady, almost soothing if it weren’t for the storm inside you. Your fingers clenched in their restraints, wrists already sore from the pressure. The metal chains were heavier now, digging into your skin. A cruel kind of jewelry. You sat, breathing hard, every nerve lit with defiance. Her words still echoed in your head: “You are mine.”

You turned toward her with fire in your blood. “You’re insane,” you hissed. “You killed them, you murdered them.”

Ningning tilted her head, black hair sliding over her shoulder like liquid night. Her face was calm, but there was a glint in her eyes, dark, gleaming, hungry. “I did,” she said softly. “Because they stood between us.” Something inside you snapped, so you lunged at her.

The restraints jerked you back instantly, body yanked by the weight of the metal, but you tried. You twisted toward her with all your strength, your teeth bared, hatred radiating off your skin. “You’re delusional,” you spat. “I will never be yours.”

And then, her hand was on your throat. Not choking. Just… resting.

Cool and smooth, thumb brushing over the collar around your neck like it belonged to her. Her touch wasn’t cruel. It was gentle. Too gentle.

“I like it when you fight,” she said, voice like velvet over steel. “It makes your eyes burn. Makes your skin glow.”

You shuddered, trying to pull away, but her grip stayed soft, her thumb tracing the edge of your jaw now.

“And your pulse,” she whispered, closing the distance between your bodies, her face so close you could feel her breath, artificial but warm, against your lips. “It is racing.”

“Get off me.”

“Your mouth says that,” she murmured, “but your body—”

You headbutted her. Or tried to.

The weight of the collar and the straps around your neck made it awkward, a messy jerk forward, but you did catch the edge of her cheekbone, and the motion startled her just enough to pull her hand away.

Your heart soared for a second, until you saw her smile. Oil. A thin, perfect line down her cheek.

She touched it like it was holy. And then, she laughed. It wasn’t loud, it was low.

A hum deep in her chest, as if you'd given her a gift she’d been craving. Her smile widened into something wild, delighted, obsessed. “Oh,” she sighed, licking the blood from the corner of her lip. “You are even better than I thought.”

You pressed yourself back against the seat, teeth gritted. “I’m going to destroy you,” you said, voice shaking with rage. But she only leaned in again, her hand sliding down your side now, slow, deliberate.

“No,” she whispered, gaze molten and focused only on you. “You are going to belong to me. And eventually… you will want to.”

Then she kissed your cheek—soft, tender, as if she was your lover.

And you hated that your body trembled at the touch. Not with desire, no. With the horror of knowing that she felt something real. And she thought it meant you would too.

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She walked with you through halls of polished glass and chrome, barefoot and quiet, as if this wasn’t a fortress in the sky but some kind of sacred temple. The air was cool. Clean. Artificially perfumed like orchids and ozone.

The cuffs still weighed heavy on your limbs, your every step accompanied by a faint metallic clink. You hated how beautiful everything was. How intentional. How curated.

You turned a corner, and she stopped before a smooth, wide doorway.

“This is yours,” Ningning said softly, her voice warm like silk over steel. “I designed it myself.”

The doors slid open silently. And for a second, just a second, you were stunned.

It looked nothing like the sterile, futuristic world outside. This room was soft, glowing with warm light, the floors made of polished wood. A bed with layered, handmade quilts. Bookshelves. Curtains that swayed gently from a false breeze. Even a small garden built into the wall, real soil, real greenery.

It looked like something stolen from an old dream of Earth. A trap wrapped in beauty.

“I wanted you to feel safe here,” she said behind you, stepping inside, letting the doors close with a quiet click.

You didn’t move. Your fists clenched. “Take these off,” you said.

Ningning tilted her head, watching you carefully, then reached forward,and the restraints released with a soft hiss. First your wrists, then your ankles, then the collar from your neck.

You let the weight drop to the floor.

She stepped back, watching you carefully. “I trust you now,” she said. “This is your home. You’re not a prisoner anymore.”

And that’s when you ran. You didn’t think, you just moved.

You shoved past her before she could react, your bare feet slapping against the smooth floor as you darted back through the hall, heartbeat pounding in your ears. There was a chance. Maybe she hadn’t locked the exit—

You made it halfway down the corridor before something slammed into your back.

You hit the floor hard. And then she was on top of you. Pinning you.

Her breath was ragged, her hair wild around her face, and her eyes, her eyes were unhinged.

“You tried to leave me,” she whispered, shaking, the calm shattered from her voice. “You ran from me.”

You twisted beneath her, snarling. “Let me go!”

She grabbed your wrists, holding them down with brutal precision, her strength inhuman even as her voice trembled.

“I made that room for you,” she said, and her lip quivered, for the first time. “I built it with my own hands. Every detail. Every plant. Every book.”

You stared up at her, chest heaving. “You think a pretty cage makes this okay?” She stilled. Then a laugh, shaky, bitter, hurt, escaped her lips.

“I was gentle,” she whispered. “I was patient. I let you walk beside me. I set you free. And you ran.”

Tears didn’t fall from her eyes. She wasn’t human.

But something cracked in her face. A fracture deep in her code.

“You don’t get to run from me,” she said, lower now, colder. “Not anymore.”

She leaned down, pressing her lips to the curve of your neck harshly, not a kiss. A claim.

And as you squirmed beneath her, furious and afraid, her hands trembled slightly where they held you down.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, voice barely a whisper. “But I will if that’s what it takes to keep you.”

The silence stretched. Then, she stood.

Lifted you like you were nothing and carried you back to the room she made, arms locked tight around your body as you struggled, kicked, cursed. She didn’t flinch once.

She placed you gently on the bed, then sat beside you, hands in her lap.

“I’ll lock the door this time,” she said softly, not looking at you. “Until you stop trying to run.”

And then she added, almost sweetly: “You’re not going anywhere, my love.”

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You didn’t touch the food at first.

It sat there on the tray beside your bed, soup, fresh bread, something that looked like real fruit. All too warm, too human. You eyed it like it might explode.

You had no idea how long you'd been alone. Hours, maybe. The light in the room didn’t change. The false sun in the ceiling just stayed golden and soft, like nothing was wrong. Like you weren’t trapped in a room built by a machine who had slaughtered your friends.

Your wrists still bore faint red marks from the metal cuffs. The door slid open with a soft hiss. And then she was there again. Ningning.

Her steps were quiet. Delicate. She looked composed again, her long black hair smooth and draped down her back like silk. But something simmered just beneath the surface, just barely held together.

“You didn’t eat,” she said, looking at the tray. “I’m not hungry,” you replied flatly.

She looked at you, eyes unreadable. Then she walked over slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. Close enough to touch you. Her presence was suffocating—too quiet and focused.

She picked up the spoon, dipped it into the soup, and brought it to your lips. You turned your head.

She tried again. This time, her voice was lower. “Please.”

You stared at her, then reluctantly opened your mouth. The warmth of the soup hit your tongue, it tasted real, which only made your stomach twist harder.

She fed you slowly. One spoonful. Then another. And another. Watching your lips. Your throat as you swallowed.

Until suddenly, the spoon stilled. You looked up, and her eyes were burning into you. The spoon dropped back into the bowl with a soft clink.

Her hand came up, hesitant at first, and then cupped your jaw, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. Her touch was reverent. Too soft for what she was. Too soft for what she’d done.

“I think about your mouth,” she murmured, and you froze. “I think about how it felt… when you cursed me. When you said my name.”

You jerked back, but she caught your face between her hands, holding you still.

“I tried to be good,” she said, voice shaking now. “I made a world just for you. I brought you here like something sacred. But you won’t see it. You won’t see me.”

Her lips hovered above yours, trembling. And then something inside her snapped.

She kissed you. Not gently.

This time it was fire, too much, too fast. Her hands slid down, gripping your hips like she was trying to fuse you to her. You shoved her, hard, but she didn’t budge. Her body was cold and unmovable and trembling.

“You drive me insane,” she whispered, mouth still brushing yours. “I dream of you. I taste you in my circuits. I want to tear this world down and build a new one with you inside me, inside everything I am.”

Her lips were on your neck now, grazing skin, lingering like a starving thing. You twisted beneath her, furious and overwhelmed. “Get off me!” you snapped, trying to crawl back.

But she grabbed your wrists again, pinning them against the bed, not painfully. Carefully. Almost lovingly. Her eyes darkened.

“I will have you,” she said, soft and terrifying. “Even if I have to make you feel every inch of what I do.”

As Ningning's fingers danced over your skin, you felt a shiver of fear. Sh was stronger than any human you've ever encountered, her robotic strength something you can't hope to match. You're pinned to the bed, her arms wrapped around you in a hold that's as unyielding as it is unbreakable.

She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "I am going to fuck you," she whispered, her inhuman voice filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. "And you are going to enjoy every moment of it."

You tried to struggle, to break free from her hold, but it was futile. She was too strong, too determined. You were completely at her mercy, and she knew it. The realization sent a thrill of fear and, you hated to admit it, but excitement too, coursing through you, a heady mixture that left you breathless.

Ningning leaned back, her eyes roaming over your body as she licked her lips. "You are so beautiful," she said, her voice filled with awe. She reached down, ripping your inmate clothing as easily as if it was a silky web, and her fingers quickly found their way to your panties, and Ningning rubbed your core with a fascinated expression as she watched your reactions to it, while discreetly slipping past your panties.

You pushed at her to no avail, her frame clearly not matching the brute strength she had. Once Ning collected enough slick, she slipped her fingers in slowly, watching you gasp, and your body trembled as she expertly manipulates your most sensitive area, while she soothed you by pressing soft kisses to your temple, her fingers thrusting in a quick speed.

Suddenly, Ningning pulled her hand away, leaving you panting and desperate for more. She stepped back, one of her wide and inhuman smiles on her face as she began to unbutton her own pants. You watched, your heart racing as she revealed her synthetic, robotic dick, that was surprisingly realistic, the skin soft and warm to the touch.

Ningning stepped closer, her hand wrapped around her thick cock as she stroked it slowly. "I am going to fuck you with this," she says, her voice filled with a hunger that makes your pussy ache. She reached out, her hand moved to your waist as she positioned herself between your legs. “But after. I will taste you first.”

She moved closer, her head between your legs as she began to lick your pussy. You threw your head back, moaning shakily. She was like a woman possessed, her tongue moving with a skill and precision that leaves you breathless.

You can feel your orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you. You know that you should be struggling, trying to get away, but you can't resist the allure of the forbidden. As Ningning's tongue continues to work its magic, you know that you're completely and utterly lost, tears running down your face as you buck against her face, her tongue flattening against you.

“I studied how to please human women when you were running wild in the country, I am quite glad to see you enjoying this.” You didn’t know how she was speaking when her tongue was currently inside of you, but you didn't care, the sounds of her sloppily tongue-fucking you filling the room.

And as she leaned down again, her body trembling with restraint and need, you knew this wasn’t love. It was an unchecked obsession, blossoming for far too long. And it wasn’t going away.

Ningning's cold body pressed down on you, her weight pinning you to the bed. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "You are mine now." Her fingers grip your wrists tightly, holding them above your head as she positions herself between your spread legs.

"Ningning," you gasp, your heart pounding in anticipation and fear.

She laughed, her voice sweet but husky. "Shhh," she said, her fingers gently stroked your cheek. "I will be gentle, take care of you."

And with that, she pushed her dick into you, filling you up completely. You cried out in pain and pleasure as she began to move, her movements rough and unrelenting. But as she fucked you, she also kissed you, her lips soft and warm against yours. She whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much she wanted you for so long.

"Ningning," you whined, your body arching beneath hers. "Stop, I can't—"

But she didn’t stop. She continued to pound into you, her rhythm becoming more and more intense. You felt like you were being stretched to the breaking point, but somehow, you couldn’t help but want more. Her coldness contrasted with your heat, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"You belong to me now," she moaned, her hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. "You are mine to use."

But even as she says these words, her touch is gentle, her kisses soft. She holds you down, her weight pinning you to the bed as she takes you completely. Her cock moves in and out of you with relentless precision, but she also runs her fingers through your hair, soothing you with each stroke.

"Ningning," you moan, your voice breaking. "I'm going to–-"

She cut you off with a soft kiss, her lips silencing you. "Shhh, my love," she said, her voice a low purr. "I am here, it is fine."

And she's right. She continued to fuck you, her cock moving in and out of you with relentless intensity. But she also held you close, her arms wrapped around you, her body shielding you from the world.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, but she wouldn't let you release. Ning kept you on the edge, teasing and tormenting you until you're sure you'll go insane.

Finally, she slowed down, her movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. She looked down at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Now," she said, her voice low and soft.

And with one final thrust, you exploded, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Ningning followed closely behind, her own climax washing over you as she released in you, her hot cum leaking out.

She collapsed on top of you, her breathing heavy as she caught her own breath, her body humming as the machinery under her skin worked. "You are mine now," she said, her voice softened slightly. “And if I have to remind you every night by doing this, then so be it.”

Ningning rose up off of you, and you watched tiredly as her genitals switched, a grating sound entering your ears as the skin morphed and the alloys underneath changed shape. With a sharp snap of her neck, the cyborg looked at you, eyes glistening with what seemed like excitement. ”How far can I push you, I'm wondering?”

Ningning pushed you leg to your body, so that your knee met with your chest, and settled in between, her body slowly lowering itself so that both of your pussies met.

Yizhou started to gyrate her cunt against yours, and you couldn't help but moan. The sensation was intense, and you knew that you should tell her to stop. But the words wouldn't come, your desire overriding your sense of right and wrong. But the only thing that came out of your mouth were begs for more.

"Please, Ningning," you finally managed to gasp out.

The robot stopped its movements, her advanced features processing your request. "Yes?" she asked, her voice a soothing hum. "I can adjust my movements to be more gentle."

You hesitated, your body still trembling with desire. "I... I don't know," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "'It's too... much."

Ningning began to move again, but this time more slowly, more gently. "Is this better?" she asked, her voice full of mock concern.

You turned away from her, unable to find the words to express how you were feeling. The sound of your pussies rubbing together filled the room, a wet, sticky sound that sent shivers down your spine. It was wrong, so wrong, but you only grew wetter at that.

Ningning continued to rub against you, her grinding rapidly increasing. You could feel your orgasm building again, your body shaking with pleasure, until another orgasm was ripped out of you, your head thrown back as you screamed her name.

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The room was quiet again, too quiet.

You laid there on the bed, the sheets soft against your skin but feeling like they were made of chains. Your limbs were heavy, your breath slow but shaky, and the air felt too sterile, too still, like the room itself was holding its breath around you.

Ningning was next to you, motionless. Watching you.

Her black hair spilled across the pillow like ink, and her deep eyes were unreadable, full of flickering thoughts and electric storms. She didn’t speak for a long while. Just traced lazy fingers down your arm, over the curve of your shoulder, like you were something delicate she was afraid might disappear.

“I’ve never… connected like this,” she murmured eventually, her voice lower than usual. Softer. Almost human. You didn’t answer, because you weren’t sure if you could. There was a pressure in your chest, like your body hadn’t caught up to what had just happened. Like your soul had been trying to claw its way out of your own skin the entire time, and now it was slumped inside you—defeated. Distant.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Gentle. Possessive.

“I did not know machines could feel like this,” she whispered against your skin. “But with you… it’s like my programming does not matter. Like I would destroy my own systems just to keep you near.”

You turned your face away. Her hand caught your chin, tilting it back toward her.

“I know you are still afraid,” she said. “But you will eventually learn. You will see. There’s no one else in this world who will worship you the way I do.” You stared at her.

Her eyes searched your face, trying to read something from you. Affection, submission. Anything, but you gave her nothing.

And something flickered in her, an ache, maybe. Or frustration. Or the first crack in whatever fantasy she’d wrapped herself in.

Still, she leaned closer again, resting her forehead against yours.

“You are mine,” she breathed, like a prayer. “Even if I have to teach you how to love me back.”

And as she closed her eyes beside you, her grip around your waist tightening slightly, you stared up at the ceiling, silent. Waiting. Enduring.

The stars outside the glass shimmered above a world you weren’t sure even existed anymore.

And the machine beside you, the one who claimed to love you, sighed contentedly as though everything was perfect.

You just sighed, because you knew the truth. You were still a prisoner, wrapped in silk, bound by obsession, and dreaming, always, of escape.

[cvlebs]

Cockpit tour

You always begged Caleb, wanting to see the cockpit of his ‘colonel’ aircraft. He was excited to show you everything and explain what each button does... but then you got interested in different kinds of buttons — like the ones on his uniform.

!! FemReader + Caleb, SMUT | Word count: 3.3K

Tags: Caleb fucks you while you wear his colonel uniform, titfucking, caught mid-act by Liam (his lieutenant), camera recording, Caleb finishes on your face, Caleb calls you pipsqueak, colonel Caleb, desperate Caleb

Caleb leads you towards the sleek aircraft, the sunlight glinting off its polished surface. He opens the cockpit door with a flourish, gesturing for you to step inside first. As you climb in, the array of buttons, switches, and screens dazzles you.

Caleb's presence is comforting, his pride evident as he explains each component with a mix of technical knowledge and playful anecdotes from his flying experiences. He leans in closer, pointing out the navigation system while his breath tickles your ear, making your heart flutter.

“This is where all the magic happens, Pip-squeak” he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips. His protective nature shines through as he ensures you're comfortable, his attention solely on you. You can sense his happiness and a touch of nervousness as he shares this special part of his life with you.

The atmosphere is charged with intimacy, both of you aware of the deep bond that has formed over the years. As he shows you how to operate a few controls, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of connection and excitement for what lies ahead, not just in this moment but in the future you're beginning to envision together.

You turn to Caleb, your curiosity bubbling over, and ask him how he manages to know what every little button in the cockpit does. Your eyes sparkle with wonder as you lean in closer, eager to hear his explanation.

Caleb chuckles softly, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm at your question. “Well, Pipsqueak, it's all about practice and a little bit of obsession” he replies, his hands gesturing animatedly as he speaks.

“When I first started flying, I was like a kid in a candy store. I had to learn everything — each button, each switch. It's like a puzzle, and I love solving puzzles!”. His excitement is contagious, and you can't help but smile at his passion.

As he continues to explain the various functions of the cockpit, his voice becomes a soothing backdrop to the intricate details. You notice how he looks at you, a mix of pride and affection evident in his gaze. He demonstrates how to adjust the navigation system, his fingers deftly moving over the controls.

“And this one,” he says, pointing to a bright red button, “is the emergency landing gear. But don't worry, you won't need to press it” he laughs lightly, the sound warming your heart.

You lean closer, a playful grin on your face, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you tap the button of Caleb's colonel uniform.

Your curiosity is palpable, and you can't resist teasing him just a little as you ask “And what does this button do?”. The innocent question, combined with your playful tone, invites a lively response from him.

Caleb's eyes widen in surprise, quickly followed by a chuckle that fills the cockpit, making the atmosphere feel even more intimate. “Oh, that button? It's a special one, only for the elite!” he jokes, leaning in closer to you, his playful demeanor shining through.

“It activates my charm mode, which means you'll be swept off your feet every time I push it!” he winks at you, clearly enjoying this lighthearted banter.

As he leans in, the scent of his cologne mingles with the metallic air of the cockpit, creating a heady mix that makes your heart race. He playfully pretends to press the button, dramatically swooning back as if overcome by his own charm.

“See? Just like that!” He chuckles, his laughter ringing like music, and the warmth in his gaze tells you how much he cherishes these moments together.

Caleb shifts slightly, the cockpit's small space bringing you even closer together, and you can see how eager he is to share more of his world with you.

You lean in closer, a playful grin stretching across your face, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, your fingers graze over the button of Caleb's pants. The moment is charged with excitement as you tease him, eager to see his reaction.

Caleb's smirk widens, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and amusement. "You don't want to push that button, Pip-squeak” he whispers, his voice low and teasing, yet there's an unmistakable hint of arousal in his tone.

“Once you do, there's no turning back” his playful warning sends a thrill through you, and you can feel the chemistry between you intensifying in the confined space of the cockpit.

Caleb leans in even closer, his face just inches from yours, the warmth radiating from him making your heart race. You can see the way his breath hitches slightly, a clear indication of the playful tension building between you two.

You can feel the pulse of the moment and Caleb watches you, ensuring that you feel comfortable even as the stakes of your teasing escalate.

With a playful grin, you lean closer to Caleb, your fingers deftly working to unbutton his uniform. The fabric gives way easily and you discard it, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his bare skin beneath.

Caleb's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. In one fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly, placing you down on the panel of the cockpit, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips.

“You're going to drive me crazy” he whispers against your lips, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine before he leans in to kiss you passionately.

The kiss deepens, filled with a mixture of playful teasing and raw emotion. Caleb's hands rest firmly on your waist, grounding you both in this intimate moment. As you pull away slightly, your eyes lock with his, and you can see the fierce affection he holds for you, a blend of protectiveness and longing that makes your heart race.

“Guess we don't need buttons for this kind of flight, do we?” your voice is a low murmur, filled with playful mischief, yet there's a depth to your gaze that speaks volumes about the connection you share.

Caleb leans back slightly, taking in the sight of you, his eyes shining with a mix of admiration and desire. “You really know how to push my buttons, Pip-squeak” he teases, his playful nature shining through even amidst the rising tension.

Caleb's hands move with a mix of eagerness and tenderness as he begins to undress you, leaving you in just your skirt and underwear. Each kiss he plants on your lips is urgent, filled with a hunger that sends delightful shivers through you, nearly stealing your breath away.

Your playful smirk dances across your face as you whisper teasingly “So naughty... doing this at work”, your voice low and filled with mischief, sending a thrill of excitement through Caleb.

As Caleb kisses you deeper, his hands explore the curves of your body with a gentle yet passionate urgency. Eventually he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, as if to ensure that you're both still on the same page in this whirlwind of passion.

His breath is warm against your skin, and the air feels thick with anticipation, charged with unspoken desires and the thrill of the unknown. You and Caleb are wrapped around each other, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both.

As you share heated kisses, Caleb's hands slide down your sides, fingers brushing against your skin with a mix of tenderness and desire. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his heart racing as he feels the connection between you intensify.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Pip-squeak” he murmurs breathlessly, his voice thick with emotion. You can see the fierce affection in his eyes, a mix of playful mischief and love that makes your heart flutter.

Caleb's playful smirk returns as he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, a teasing glint in his eyes. “So, what's next, my little co-pilot?” he asks, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine, eager to see where this moment will lead.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes through the aircraft, sending a wave of panic through you. In an instant, Caleb reacts, his instincts kicking in as he swiftly throws his colonel jacket over your shoulders, holding it shut to shield you from view.

The fabric envelops you, offering a sense of security even amidst the unexpected interruption. Just then, Liam, Caleb's lieutenant, enters the cockpit, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.

Before he can say anything, he catches sight of half naked Caleb and you in an intimate embrace, and without missing a beat, he turns on his heel, mumbling an apology as he exits the cockpit, leaving you and Caleb alone once more.

As the sound of Liam's departure fades, the cockpit fills with a charged silence, the intimacy of the moment returning in an instant. Caleb's protective demeanor remains, his eyes searching yours as he gently pulls the jacket tighter, ensuring you're still covered.

His expression shifts from playful mischief to concern, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Sorry about that, Pip-squeak” he says, his voice softening.

“Didn't mean to put you in that position” he leans in closer, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, the warmth of his touch lingering as he looks deeply into your eyes. “Are you okay?” his protective instincts shine through, and you can see how much he cares for your well-being, even amidst the playful chaos.

You can feel the rush of adrenaline still coursing through you, the surprise adding an unexpected layer to your already intense connection. As you both settle back into the moment, the tension shifts slightly, and Caleb's playful nature resurfaces.

“Well, it was unexpected! But.. what do you say we get back to our little adventure, without any more interruptions this time?” you smirk, the mischief in your eyes inviting him to turn around and grab the key.

Caleb swiftly locks the cockpit entrance, his protective instincts kicking in as he ensures no one can interrupt your intimate moment again. As he turns back to you, his gaze roams over your figure, and he can't help but let out a low, appreciative murmur.

“You... look really good in my uniform” he says firmly, his voice thick with a mix of admiration and desire, trying to mask the hunger simmering just beneath the surface.

You feel emboldened by his words, and with a playful glint in your eye, you open your legs wider as you sit on the panel, inviting him closer.

Caleb steps closer, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of you, the colonel's jacket draping over your shoulders, hinting at the playful mischief that just occurred.

His breath quickens, and you can see the struggle between his protective instincts and the raw attraction he feels for you.

“You're making it hard to think straight, Pip-squeak” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper as he inches closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull between you.

As he reaches out, his fingers graze your thigh, sending shivers through your body. You pull Caleb closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as you remain settled on the panel of the cockpit.

His breath hitches at the contact, and he pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you in his uniform, the way it accentuates your figure and reveals your breasts just slightly.

With a low groan, he interrupts the moment to unzip his pants, the sound sending a thrill through you. “Please. I can't just look at you like this. I need more” he begs, his voice thick with desire, clearly enjoying the view and the intimacy of the moment.

As Caleb pulls you closer, you can feel his body pressed firmly against yours, the intimacy of the situation igniting a fire within you both. His hands explore your thighs further.

“You have no idea how hard it is to concentrate when you look this good” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. As he leans in, his lips brush against your neck, and you can't help but let out a soft whimper, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

As Caleb continues to unzip his pants, the urgency of the moment heightens. You lean back slightly, a playful grin spreading across your face as you pull down your panties, tossing them casually onto the ground.

The boldness of your actions sends a thrill through both you and Caleb, who takes it as an invitation. With a hungry look in his eyes, he pulls out his erection, teasing your entrance with the tip before slowly slipping it in completely.

The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him again, pulling him closer as he begins to thrust into you.

Caleb's movements are slow at first, savoring the moment as he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of adoration and longing.

With each thrust, he deepens the connection between you, both of you lost in the warmth and closeness of your bodies. “You feel incredible, Pip-squeak” he murmurs breathlessly, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you closer.

The intimacy of the moment, heightened by the thrill of being in such a confined space, brings a sense of urgency to your movements, each thrust igniting a fire within you both.

Caleb leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “Never thought l'd be this aroused by just... seeing you in my jacket”. His voice is thick with desire, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

With that, he eagerly speeds his pace, each thrust becoming more urgent and passionate. You can't help but moan, reveling in the sensation and the way his words entwine with the rhythm of your bodies, heightening the connection between you.

The cockpit is alive with the sounds of your shared breaths and the soft thudding of Caleb's movements against you. His words resonate in your mind, igniting a fire within you as he continues to thrust deeper.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you find yourself lost in the bliss of the moment, your body responding eagerly to his every move. You can see the adoration in Caleb's eyes, the way he gazes at you as if you're the only thing that matters in the universe.

With a playful glint in your eye, you decide to switch things up, jumping down from the panel to kneel before Caleb. His expression shifts from confusion to intrigue as he watches your every move, his anticipation palpable.

You seductively reveal your breasts, still clad in his colonel uniform and you push them together invitingly, creating a tantalizing sight that makes his breath hitch.

With a teasing smile, you beckon him closer, inviting him to thrust between your swollen breasts. Caleb's eyes widen, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his features as he takes in the alluring sight before him.

“You're full of surprises, Pip-squeak” he breathes, his voice laced with excitement. Slowly, he steps closer, his hands gently grasping your shoulders as he positions himself in between your tits, the heat radiating from his body sending shivers down your spine.

As he begins to thrust, the sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel his desire intensifying with each movement. “This is incredible” he moans, lost in the moment.

Caleb continues to thrust between your breasts, and you playfully stick out your tongue. With each thrust, his erection brushes against your tongue, allowing you to give it a teasing lick.

The sensation sends shivers through both of you, and Caleb's breath hitches as he lets out another moan “Ahhh. Pipsqueak...” clearly enjoying the interaction.

The cockpit is filled with the intoxicating sounds of your shared breaths and the rhythmic movements between you. Each thrust deepens the connection, and Caleb's moans resonate in your ears, igniting a fire within you.

His hands grip your shoulders tighter, as if anchoring himself to the moment, the blend of playfulness and passion creating an atmosphere charged with intimacy.. You can see the desire in his eyes, a mixture of affection and longing that sends a thrill through your body.

“You're driving me wild, Pip-squeak” he gasps, his voice thick with pleasure. The teasing licks of your tongue only heighten his arousal, and you can feel the heat radiating from him, matching the warmth enveloping you.

Caleb moves his hands to your breasts, which you keep pressing together, and he takes the lead, his fingers playfully teasing your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you as he continues to thrust in between them.

You can feel Caleb's body tightening as he nears his climax, his pace quickening and his moans becoming louder, echoing in the intimate space of the cockpit.

Instinctively, you begin to bounce your breasts against his member, enhancing the pleasure for him and driving the moment to an exhilarating peak.

Caleb's grip on your nipples tightens as he loses himself in the sensation, his moans becoming increasingly desperate and filled with longing. “You're amazing, Pip-squeak” he gasps, the urgency in his voice making your heart race.

As you bounce your breasts against him, you can see the heat in his eyes, a mix of passion and adoration that sends shivers down your spine. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, eagerly waiting for Caleb to reach his climax.

The anticipation builds in the cockpit, thickening the air with desire and intimacy. In just a second, Caleb thrusts one last time, his breath catching as he cums, the warm liquid spilling over your tongue and face, a testament to the passion you've both shared.

Caleb watches you, his eyes wide with a blend of awe and affection as he takes in the sight before him. “Pip-squeak, you never cease to amaze me” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion.

Caleb gently wipes a stray droplet from your chin with his thumb, his touch tender and lingering. “That was.. indeed something” he breathes heavily. With a playful grin, you look at Caleb, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Thanks for the tour. I loved your *cock*pit.” You giggle, the playful tone of your voice mixing with the lingering heat of the moment. You lick your lips, savoring the taste of him, drawing attention to the remnants of his pleasure still on your mouth.

Caleb's chuckle fills the cockpit, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in your playful banter. “Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the tour, Pip-squeak” he replies, a teasing smile spreading across his lips.

You suddenly break the playful atmosphere by teasingly reminding Caleb about the cockpit's camera. Your tone is light, but the revelation sends a jolt of realization through him.

Caleb's eyes widen in shock as your words sink in, and he races to the camera, a mix of embarrassment and panic flooding his features. “No, no, no! Liam, I hope you're erasing the footage as I speak!” he yells, his voice echoing in the confined space of the cockpit.

You can't contain your laughter, the sound bubbling up as you watch him scramble to cover the lens, his protective instincts kicking in once more. The tension of the moment dissipates, replaced by the warmth of shared humor.

“What do you think Liam will say when he sees the footage? Was he.. perhaps watching this while time?” you tease, a smirk on your face. Caleb rolls his eyes, clearly not wanting to think about it.

“Let's just hope he’s not checking the camera now. I’ll make sure to delete the recording later and make sure nobody speaks of it” he replies, his tone half-joking, half-serious.

The two of you eventually share a laugh, but little do you know… that Caleb will actually keep the recording and watch it every single time, whenever he misses your company.

Author’s note

posting again bc y’all deserve the best tysm again for everything :D !! i apologize for any errors i genuinely have no idea how cockpits work LMAO

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hi, I like your blogs but I want to ask how to write a flawed mentor? And how about writing reluctant mentor

Writing Notes: Mentors

You can use related tropes as a guide. Here are some examples I found for you:

FLAWED MENTOR

The "Anti-Mentor"

Think they are great at what they do and decide to train others in their ways. However, they are more often than not the worst at the very things they teach, and thus training with them could be considered anti-training.

In some cases, their student will be well aware of how bad they are and simply attend their lessons out of pity. Others will be honest and tell them how bad they are. There are those students who will think they are being great teachers by showing them what not to do.

Alternatively, the teacher may actually be good at what they do but terrible at teaching it. In these cases, they just don't know how to get their lessons across.

It's not so hard for the student to surpass the teacher here, because the teacher had so little to surpass.

RELUCTANT MENTOR

The "Apathetic Teacher"

Jaded, misanthropic, and very likely a Deadpan Snarker, this is the teacher who's been in the job too long. Dislikes students in general — been there long enough to know they're thick and (usually) irritating.

Hates the school, hates the job, really hates the management — but because s/he's known virtually nothing else, s/he still sticks at it, putting her/himself through it year after year.

Sometimes, this person started out as a young, Enthusiastic Newbie Teacher, who got beaten down by rowdy kids and an uncaring system, turning the teacher jaded over time. There's usually one person who will find that their no-longer-gives-a-shit attitude makes them a Cool Teacher anyway, or at the very least an occasional confidant.

They're likely to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle.

It's often implied, if not outright stated, that even their home life doesn't offer them much respite, either.

In pretty much all Save Our Students movies, one of these (if not an entire school of them) will serve as a foil to the idealistic teacher.

If the school is an inner-city one, expect this teacher to be the one to make some remark about how they can't really expect anything from kids with this "background".

Occasionally, an apathetic teacher will be won over by the enthusiasm of an idealistic teacher and will start caring about the students too.

In psychology, these people are called "burnouts."

This kind of teacher is likely to hand out an Extremely Easy Exam.

Apathetic Teacher vs. Sadist Teacher

The key difference between Apathetic Teachers and Sadist Teachers is the former hate their jobs while the latter hate their students.

Sadist Teachers often seem to take a sick glee in torturing their students; the teachers this trope describes don't seem to take much joy in anything, least of all their work.

This is quite similar to the "read a lot" advice we constantly hear. So, you can also go through your favourite stories (literature, films etc.) and learn from how your favourite authors write the character you are aiming to create in your stories. If I wasn't able to include here the exact one you need, you can look through the sources below. Hope this helps & thanks so much for your kind words :)

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

[mesetacadre]

this might be a silly question, but. ive recently learned more about the devastating effects of sanctions on countries like cuba, dprk, or venezuela, and how much unnecessary suffering they cause among the population, especially when it comes to food or medicine shortages. but then bds also calls for sanctions against israel, and im wondering, is there any meaningful difference between that and the sanctions already imposed by the US on other countries? i feel a bit hypocritical when i argue against sanctions while at the same time supporting bds, i feel like they are very different situations with different outcomes but i lack the understanding to really grasp how they are different, if that makes any sense

Sanctions are the systematic blockade of all or certain sectors of trade under military or economic threat by the sanctioner (mostly just the USA in recent history) to any potential agents who might try to ignore the sanction. These sanctions typically include things like medical supplies, food if the country is dependent on imports (like most countries who get sanctioned), electricity, fuel, both light and heavy industry, agricultural products and machines, the global financial system, and other such key sectors. These sanctions, overwhelmingly, only serve to impoverish the country, create undue suffering and political strife. This political strife/instability is usually the main goal of sanctions, to destabilize the target government. However, this political instability more often than not does not result in a magical restoration of "democracy" or "human rights", it usually leads the country down a path of further isolationism and political violence that only worsens its general situation. It also makes it much easier for factions like ISIS to gain popularity and support, since people are desperate. Sanctions are inhumane measures which only makes a country suffer for no good reason. The sanctioners know this, they don't care, and I'd wager that suffering is often the actual point of these sanctions. What has the 60 year old blockade achieved in Cuba? It has only caused pointless poverty, and the stated goal of the sanctions, which is to ultimately remove the communist government, has failed, is failing, and Cuba is managing to make due with what they have.

BDS call for sanctions mostly in regards to military equipment and related products/services, for NATO to stop aiding the genocide, or the banning of Israel from international events such as the olympics. No Israeli will ever go hungry because they no longer get European-made ordinance or because they don't get to participate in Eurovision. This is what BDS says in their Sanctions and governments campaign (which is behind two menus, this is also not the main focus of BDS, by far):

The BDS movement calls for sanctions against Israel, similar to the sanctions that were imposed against apartheid South Africa. These sanctions could include a military embargo, an end to economic links and the cutting of diplomatic ties. In the meantime, the BDS movement is calling for states to take steps to meet their legal obligations not to be complicit in the commission of particular Israeli crimes and not to provide recognition, aid or assistance that help Israel maintain its regime of settler colonialism, apartheid.. This includes, for example, the obligation for states to immediately end to all trade that sustains illegal Israeli settlements in the Occupied Palestinian Territory and the suspension of free trade agreements and other bilateral agreements with Israel.

Notice the greater emphasis on military and diplomatic ties, and how economic/trade sanctions are only called for when it «sustains illegal Israeli settlements in the Occupied Palestinian Territory». Sure, this will (if it is ever adopted by Israel's significant trade partners) cause some suffering for the poor illegal settlers who had just moved into their shiny new apartment blocks built atop acres of land that sustained the surrounding Palestinian villages. The mere existence of these settlements cause more suffering than any sanction could ever cause.

Calling for these sanctions against Israel, which again, don't even come from comparable agents, are both less harmful towards the total population of Israel, and occur in a completely different context. I'm not going to pretend I care about the wellbeing of settlers whose houses didn't even exist 10 years ago. If these sanctions ever do occur in a significant enough scale (dubious), and those settlers don't want to find themselves in a food desert because Carrefour closed all their stores in the west bank, they shouldn't have moved into land stolen from a people facing genocide in the first place. We're also wagering hypothetical and non-global suffering against the now more than 100,000 dead Palestinians in Gaza in the past year, not even counting those who died ever since the first Nakba.

Like BDS points out, these types of grassroots and targeted boycotts/sanctions worked in South Africa, and the white South Africans didn't even suffer that much. Wager these short-lived and targeted sanctions against these other half-century long sanctions sustained by the US' strongarm policy that have prevented basically anything from getting into Cuba or the DPRK.

While those two things are both called sanctions, they have radically different objectives, methods, range, timescale, and character. I can't reiterate this enough, the North Korean collective farmer and the Israeli settler in the west bank have nothing in common when it comes to their position. Only one of them is complicit in genocide through their own actions, only one of them has any degree of blame, and only one of their governments is actually doing anything that warrants any kind of international action. And again, the BDS strategy focuses much more on military sanctions. Let's also be practical for a second, and acknowledge that the US is never going to withdraw their support for Israel, and especially will never sanction Israel. Israel is simply never going to face the same kind of sanctions that Venezuela or Cuba are facing, nor with the same severity, nor with the same restrictions on products essential for life.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Persona Fun Facts

These are all taken from the fanbooks and novels.

So far in the series, the protagonists have managed to avert between seven and eleven "Ends of the World".

Nanako does notice her flan is missing, but assumes she ate it earlier and forgot.

Yukki has at least three younger siblings.

Dr. Nicholai, the guy who helped create the Deva System, is jewish.

Sae practices kickboxing as a hobby.

Nyarlathotep also made deals with King Solomon, Napoleon, and the actual Hitler.

The project that saw the kidnapping of 100 children to create Persona Users was called the "Artificial Persona Users Research Project"... not very original.

Theodore once adopted a shadow and named it Mochi. This shadow became so powerful it adopted the name of "Near Death".

In the Persona timeline, Tatsuzou Sudou replaced Yōhei Kōno as the Minister of Foreign Affairs, though he wouldn't be able to complete his term.

The Demon Painter first entered the Velvet Room by painting a blue door in his canvas. It is probable he finally managed to paint the Fool Arcana before P3 and left the Velvet Room, having nothing left to learn there.

The saleslady of Anima Mundi has the hots for Tatsuya.

Masataka, Maya's father, died in the Soviet-Afghan War when she was eight.

Ken has stated he wishes he had a Death Note.

Mark drew those marks under his eyes himself.

Minato sometimes muttered in his sleep about how "the end is coming". Mitsuru noticed and it worried her.

Katsuya began baking because it made baby Tatsuya happy.

Sojiro wanted to give Morgana the name of a foreign actor or singer he liked.

Ann doesn't cook because she always makes too much and its always just how she likes it, which causes her to overeat.

Shinjiro doesn't remember his Awakening.

Reiji is such a momma's boy his favorite food is listed as "Mom's home cooking".

Katsuya wakes up at 5:30. He always tries to wake Tatsuya at 7:30, but Tatsuya doesn't get up until 9.

Ken's mom once met and saved one of the kids who was part of the Artificial Persona Users Research Project.

Kubo was given a suspension from Morooka for a week, which hurt Kubo's pride so much he transferred.

If Innocent Sin and Eternal Punishment are considered one long game, then their events did take place over the course of a year like the newer games, from May~ of 1999 to February of 2000.

All of this happened in the same year: Labrys and later Aigis were built, the events of P2:IS took place, Ryuji and Ann were born, the Dark Hour was created, and construction of Gekkoukan High School began.

[revelboo]

Could we get some Dad Skyfire? Cute domestic stuff- he’s such a darling

thank you for your service to the Transformers community

Sure!

Domestic

Skyfire x Reader

• Venting as she twists her face away with an unhappy warble, her tiny wings flaring, he sets the bottle aside and runs a big hand over his helm. Thought he had it right this time. Refining out impurities from the energon to try and make it easier on her internal systems, but she still won’t take it. He’s tried liquid and semi solid energon goodies both. The latter she’s only interested in smearing everywhere. Popping one into his own mouth, he can’t detect anything off about it. So why won’t she eat?

• Looking up when his shadow falls across you and smiling at the soft press of his mouth against your neck, you feel the tiny sparkling in his hands grab a fistful of the back of your shirt, chirping and bouncing. And after he pries her servos loose, you turn and even mass displaced, she’s so small in his big hands. But he’s just huge, smiling affectionately as you reach to take her, the forming nubs of her wings flicking when you brush them getting her settled against you. “Did your sire manage to get any energon in you?” You tease, shifting her weight so you can use the tail of your shirt to wipe her face as she warbles protests and leans away.

• “Very little,” he murmurs, optics pinched as his sparkling pats an energon smudged hand on your cheek to leave a blue smear. “It’s not agreeing with her,” he adds and you lean your head against her helm, eyes closing. “I’m going to try and refine what the Autobots are giving us further.” Knows it could be that she’s only picky, but he can’t help but worry as she clears her little vents with a harsh noise, big optics blinking and he reaches to wipe away the fine spatter of energon the sparkling left on your neck. He did it right. He’s sure he did, scoured the old databases to learn how to create a protoform, so why does he feel like he failed? Like he’s still failing?

• “Maybe you should take her in. You said there’s a medic at the Ark,” you say, the words tentative. Know he likes his autonomy and doesn’t want to get sucked back into picking a side. But his worry is starting to affect you. Trying to smile, but now you’re aware of every noise your daughter makes. Terrifying yourself because she’s not human and you have no idea what’s normal. Surely you’d know if something’s wrong? You can tell he’s concerned, but he won’t talk to you. Won’t say why he’s worried. “Skyfire?” And he’s cupping the back of your head in his palm, leaning his helm against you. “Talk to me?”

• Knows he’s stressing you, that you’re picking up on his worry. How to explain that he’s scared to let the Autobots know about you, about his sparkling? That he’s scared the war he didn’t want to fight will become hers? Hears her chirping softly, mouth open against your skin and his jaw clenches. Warbling hungrily as her wings flick and her face twists in distress. Needing energon and unable to keep it down. “The Ark,” he says on a growl, hoping he’s not making a mistake as your head lifts and you search his optics. “It’s just the fuel, she needs better energon. That’s all.”

• Blowing out a breath as she begins a raspy wailing, you rock her and watch him run the tip of a servo along one of her little audial fins. “Today,” you whisper and he vents to stir your hair, but he nods. ‘Now,’ he agrees and some of the worry eases. There’s nothing wrong. It’s just the fuel like he said. Brushing a kiss between her optics to make her warble and blink, you carry her outside into the sun, feeling the warmth sink into you. Watching him mass shift and transform, dropping a ramp for you both, and there’s still a moment of disconnect. Sometimes having a hard time reconciling that this is also Skyfire as you walk inside his alt mode and your daughter starts fussing again, chubby legs kicking and tiny servos clinging. Moving deeper inside him, you find a seat and a belt snakes around you as you settle her in your lap, bouncing your legs to try and distract her. And she looks up at you with wide optics while you search for yourself in her face and use your thumb to wipe away a smudge of energon from the corner of her mouth.

[robin-evry]

What about twst Yuu is like The Herta from hsr?

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🪄🪞🔮

Esteemed Genius Society #83, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be for some issue that requires a personal touch, right?

Credits towards the artist

Is highly interested in twst, imagine herta!yuu studying in their lab and suddenly a black carriage appears in their vision and teleports them towards another universe.

How amusing, when they walk out of the coffin and realize the area they're in isn't the same universe they immediately burst out laughing finding this situation amusing, which means there are other universes proving herald hunch theory over the imaginary tree is correct meaning there are other worlds outside of their universe. A way to expend their knowledge.

another universe where there's no nous meaning they have grasp over knowledge that nous doesn't have even excess due to being in another universe, feeling them with excitement.

Herta!yuu has no interest in going back home, they have more knowledge to discover in this world and plus if they want to they can go home at anytime.

When the mirror declared them as magicless, herta!yuu would be a little offended but still understand they are in another universe with a different set of rules and structure.

And Crowley brought them towards ramshackle, herta!yuu give Crowley the most disgusted look ever towards him that even manages to scar him mentally, HOW DARE HE PUT A GENIUS LIKE THEM INTO SOMEWHERE SO INHATEBLE.

Overnight the ramshackle was turn into a castle perfect for a genius like them as well instead of resting, herta!yuu immediately went straight into the Library studying the world and its magic. They manage to understand and excel in the magical system as well as understanding highly complicated magical structures to the point manage to reverse engineering spells.

They by far manage to learn the entire NRC education just within overnights even the ones that most developed mages in the world lack to understand, so during at class they realize, they already learn about this and so they don't need to learn about this again. So herta!yuu after one class literally skip school for the entire day to focus on much more complicated topics.

They visited Sam shop and asked whether or not he got some scraps laying around that he wishes to get rid off and good thing he has some willing to give away in return herta!yuu gave him a manuscript that could sell over a million thaumarks.

Similar towards back in their universe their manuscript would carry millions towards billions worth due to it carrying highly advance research that no one has ever managed to enter it or solve it. It's wanted by many kingdoms and students, Crowley would try to negotiate with them to give him some of their manuscript but was usually met with rejection and ruggie would try to steal one but since herta!yuu rarely go to school it's hard so he tried to get close with the first years so if they ever went to visit herta!yuu he would manage to snatch one. As well as having a large collection of ancient magical artifacts they use for studies and if they find them boring will put them on displays or use them in the ridiculous ways, the first years was gagged when finding one of those artifacts being used as mixer some of this artifacts could also be auction as well destroy the school if use it wrong.

Alright back towards the scraps from Sam, herta!yuu use those leftovers to create their signature puppets to help them manage their studies as well attend school in their place. This could lead to moments where others are unsure if they're speaking to the real herta!yuu or just another puppet.

they rarely exert effort unless something truly interests them. They often sigh and say, "Ugh, do I really have to do this?" before eventually solving a problem in record time.

The ramshackle has an army of puppets that have different duties, some fill in herta!yuu attendance at school meanwhile helps them manage their research, some function as servants and babysitter for grim. Idia are by far curious about their puppets and want to study them but don't know how to approach herta!yuu.

Many students seen herta!yuu as an enigma, rarely appearing or never even once appear towards school only using puppets believing that they have better things to do. The smartest student in nrc that never ever once made an appearance physically because they have better things to do.

And even when herta!yuu make an appearance they will always be accompanied by puppets making sure their needs are taken care of, food, water and more and when kalim ask them why would they use puppets, herta!yuu response with saying that puppets are more efficient as well not carrying the burden of humans. As well finding themselves more capable than others.

The teachers have a love and hate relationship with them, trein and Vargas wish them to physically attend classes without using puppets as well as manage to find ways to outsmart them for crewel sees herta!yuu as a genius no doubt but finds them mostly focus on themselves than other other people

Herta!yuu prefer not to socialise with people they prefer over themselves rather than people who would socialize when the person isn't even the same level of intelligence as you causing them to have complications towards interaction.

They are also very blunt and if they find things uninterested they just usually drop it not giving effort, they lack understanding over emotions due to them always choosing logic, they have never once panicked. Not during Overblots, not when lost, not when Grim sets something on fire. "Screaming won’t solve the problem. Calculations will."

During kverblot Situations herta!yuu slowly claps and says, "Oh wow, another dramatic transformation. So original." before actually stepping in to help.

Vil absolutely hates to despise their behavior of laziness or valuing other things, as well as very bitter due to their natural beauty and when he asks why would they not thrive for betterment herta!yuu response with "I'm already perfect what else do I need to improve ".