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professorspork · 11 months

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THE BIG RWBY BASEBALL POST

(previously on Leah Combines RWBY With Sports That Had Peak Popularity in The Early 20th Century: 2021 Kentucky Derby Horse Names as RWBY Weapons, Ranked)

Friends, it's that time of year again.

"Baseball season?" you ask. And I say: yes, but also.

"Oh. RWBY hiatus?" you groan, realizing I'm about to do something slightly unhinged.

Bingo.

To make a very long story short, I love these two things, and wanted to combine these two things, and have very strong opinions about these two things, so here we are: a post that makes a functional baseball team out of RWBY characters. True, the Venn diagram of people who like both these things as much as I do to serve as my audience is probably small. True, baseball positions aren't astrological signs and anyone of any personality can play anywhere, but lord knows there are Tropes and I plan to indulge.

SO. I give you the starting nine (plus some bullpen depth) of the Beacon Huntresses:

Pitcher: Weiss Schnee. Among several decisions that are no-brainers, this one is probably the no-brainiest. Weiss is a lefty (always highly in demand for pitchers) and her balletic combat movement style translates perfectly to a distinct delivery mechanic. Weiss is a high velocity, high strikeout pitcher who induces a lot of swings and misses with nasty breaking stuff that dances through the air and paints the corners. Because it brings me joy to think about, I'm going to say that Remnant uses old NL rules so Weiss has to bat, and I'll rank her at like a Cole Hamels-level "hey, that's not embarrassing for a pitcher!" career .400 OPS. Not afraid to sac bunt when she has to, but beats out the throw more often than you'd think.

Catcher: Jaune Arc. Yes yes get in your "White Knight real" jokes while you can about Weiss and Jaune playing as the regular battery. This one was also an easy selection; catchers are valued most highly for their strategic minds and defensive capabilities, with any offense added seen as a bonus. As the latest kerfuffle with the Cardinals blaming Willson Contreras for *checks notes* not being Yadi Molina shows, having trust in your catcher to call the game and be thoughtful in his pitch selection in high-leverage situations is paramount. That's Jaune all over. Probably not much of a power guy but has pop when it counts and is excellent at pitch framing.

First Base: Yang Xiao Long. Okay I promise I'll stop calling every decision a no-brainer but THIS ONE REALLY IS. Yang is your classic slugging first baseman, of whom there are literally too many examples to name-- including many righties YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE LEFTY TO PLAY FIRST OKAY. Yang's a Vladdy. Hits for serious power, but more than that embodies the quality that the best first basemen have: she's The Mayor. Truly iconic first basemen are fun to chat with! They are friendly to all their visitors as opposing players stop over on their way around the diamond; this is Yang to a T. Yang probably used to play center field in high school and got converted to 1B in the minors. Most likely on the team to induce very silly rundowns with goofy, clever, self-sacrificial baserunning. Has a penchant for always hitting homers the next time she faces a pitcher after she's been hit by a pitch.

Second Base: Blake Belladonna. She is all about those scrappy diving catches, and flipping to Ruby quickly so they can turn two (but I'm getting ahead of myself). Blake's a utility infielder who'd be comfortable anywhere but let's be real she likes playing the right field side because she gets sad when she can't easily make smirky meaningful eye contact with Yang at all times, so they keep her at second so she won't pout. Probably hits high average but low slugging. Most likely to volunteer to be a position player pitching during a blowout and then, like. Unexpectedly throw 93 with movement. Definitely steals a lot.

Shortstop: Ruby Rose. Ruby has the brains to be a catcher but to waste/ruin her speed on catcher's legs would be a crime; she's got zippy athleticism written all over her. She bats leadoff because she has excellent plate discipline; she's a hard out and gets on base a ton. Think a DJ LeMahieu or Bryson Stott at his best-- sprays to all fields, and sees pitches in the double digits like every other at-bat because she's happy to stand there and keep fouling it off with an infuriating smile on her face until the pitcher makes a mistake. Steals even more often than Blake does, but specifically is a tricksy little imp on the basepaths like Anthony Volpe-- like she would definitely induce a throw when she was already back at the bag because she dances around. (I s2g there's video of this but I cannot find it anywhere sry.)

Third Base: Penny Polendina. Fast hands, Gold Glove-level defense. Unfortunately she's built in the mold of an Adalberto Mondesi or Byron Buxton where it's like "no better player on earth when she's healthy but she's NEVER HEALTHY;" she's got glass bones and has had multiple weeks-long trips to the Injury List or needed season-ending surgery because something popped or snapped. The sort of player where it's like "god no you don't understand, the game is so much better when she's playing" and it's a heartbreaker because SHE KEEPS GETTING TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU. Once did a bat flip after a home run because Ruby encouraged her to and, like, the bat shattered on the grass somehow because she's that strong.

Left Field: Emerald Sustrai. Because if you ask her, her face turn was... out of left field! Eh? Eh??? Okay yeah sorry. To me Emerald is a 2022 Oswaldo Cabrera situation where they threw her in left because they had nowhere else to put her even though she'd never played it before in the minors but she was just. Instantly extremely good at it. Has great range for tracking down fly balls in foul territory. Very streaky hitter who either runs super hot and super cold with no in-between. Steals a lot but also gets caught stealing a lot because she's impatient (see also: streaky hitter, probably chases out of the zone and has really poor plate discipline). But she's getting better! Most likely to come up with cute home run celebration ideas and then absolutely refuse to take credit for them.

Center Field: Pyrrha Nikos. This is the last of the extremely obvious no-brainers. Pyrrha is your star franchise player in center field; she is your Aaron Judge, your Mike Trout. Hits for average and for power, pure athleticism and grace, the player everyone's heard of even when they don't give a shit about baseball. Also now I'm just thinking about how Mike Trout would 100% be like "actually that cereal isn't very good for you" and Pyrrha would 100% stay up all night riveted to the Weather Channel and then call in to compliment the meteorologist they are the same person. Her catches at the fence are so spectacular, you could swear her glove's magnetized.

Right Field: Nora Valkyrie. Is there a very obvious "designated hitter" joke to be made about Nora "be strong and hit stuff" Valkyrie? Yes, of course. But I already said Remnant doesn't have the DH and let's be real, Nora's got a CANNON for an arm and thus belongs in right. Like I'm talking throws like this beaut from Hunter Renfroe the other day-- you do not run on Nora, because she WILL get you out on what you think is a routine double. Bats cleanup and probably has a whole Bash Brothers routine with Yang, including special handshakes. Definitely a pull hitter.

Regular starting lineup is most likely:

Ruby

Pyrrha

Yang

Nora

Blake

Penny

Jaune

Emerald

Weiss

Rounding out the team in the bullpen are:

Long relief: Lie Ren. When your starter melts down and you need someone to keep things calm and give you like four quality innings without giving up more runs, Ren's your guy. Also very happy to play setup man. Throws a knuckleball, says Nora taught him how, and refuses to give more details when people ask.

Closer: Oscar Pine. Admittedly probably more of a ground ball pitcher than a strikeout guy; he induces weak contact and is always going for the double play. I see him as a David Robertson or Kenley Jansen type who gets himself into jams and then gets out of them and like. Yes more often than not he gets the job done but sometimes he'll give you a damn heart attack about it. OSCAR WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

In the process of writing this post Helen asked me who the manager would be and noted Qrow would give absolutely adorable A League Of Their Own vibes. She also suggested that Ozpin (well, Ozma) probably invented baseball in the first place, so... more proof that she's funnier than me.

okay I've been thinking about and then writing this for almost five hours now I have to stop. should I have put some of this behind a cut? probably! but I think it's beautiful, so... sorry but not sorry to all your dashboards <3 I want you to know this included way more specific baseball player comps at one point but I took some of them out so you might have a chance of understanding this <3

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roomsofangel · 3 months

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CHAPTER FIVE

if you love me, come clean .ᐟ

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“it was getting boring up there again you know, so when i heard y/n was doing another do-over,” yeosang laughed lowly at the end, setting down his teacup on the flat surface in front of him, his eyes flickered between seonghwa and hongjoong who were unreadable — seonghwa’s calm exterior having a few cracks residing in it, “i had to come and join the reunion.”

hongjoong clicked his tongue, “who else knows, yeosang?” he asked

a hiatus of silence held them for a few minutes, nearly suffocating what was eager to be known, “it won’t be long before yunho stops by for a chat or two,” yeosang wet his lips, “i know how you feel about him,” eyes and attention leaning more on seonghwa who scoffed

“you were there, of course you do,” a sharp reply, seonghwa stood and dusted himself off, “i’m not asking, i’m demanding you stay away from y/n,” his eyes landing on hongjoong shortly after along with the three men that stood at the doorframe expecting a warm welcome, “especially you three,” he spat

san, wooyoung, and mingi stared back at him — the catlike male having to grip wooyoung by the wrist to not make a comment just yet, “but y/n already took a liking to me again, hwa,” san teased

“san…” hongjoong warned

wooyoung glanced towards san who stood by him, lips pressed together and forming a frown before it had changed into a smile, focusing back on seonghwa, “they took a liking to joong too, no?“

mingi walked further inside, taking a seat by yeosang who mocked the other with a grin, “keep smiling like that and i’ll make sure you’re the first one who gets sent back up there,” mingi threatened, head tilted upward and pushed back onto the cushions

“all that’s missing is yunho and jongho,” hongjoong noted under his breath, moving to the book shelves, taking out the only leather sealed book, dropping it onto the coffee table in the middle of all of them, clearing his throat, hongjoong spoke

“hwa, you know if y/n finds your copy of this then its game over, correct?”

seonghwa’s head lifted, memories flashing of you in the library the other night — the liking you took to it and the amount of times you brushed against that specific one with a shoulder graze or finger trace, “that wouldn’t happen,” he replied through clenched teeth

“not saying it will,” hongjoong held his hands up in defense, “but play your cards wisely, hwa, this is their final life and just like you,”

hongjoong and the others looked at him as if they were all saying the same thing, “we’re not playing nice this time.”

turning off the running water, you wrapped the cream colored towel around your body and stepped out, resting your shoulders — you wiped the foggy mirror to begin brushing your hair

hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat, your nose twitched, rotating your body to see seonghwa standing behind you, inhaling a sharp breath before shakily laughing, “you scared the shit out of me, hwa,” you shook your head, easing before noticing the demeanor

“hwa?” you questioned

you see him — seonghwa is physically in front of you, but in all other aspects, he did not feel like your seonghwa.

the energy radiating off of him suffocated you, eyes piercing through your damp skin, you flinch at the sudden laugh, “it’s me,” he amused

you shook your head, hand reaching behind you slowly in an attempt to grab your cell phone to call hongjoong — your brain scattered and not being able to question why you immediately thought of the two toned haired male instead of your spouse to be, “you’re not seonghwa.”

sighing, when you closed your eyes to accept the fate you were sure to meet, you opened them feeling nothing strike you — your sight adjusting on someone else and nearly gasped, “san?”

the seonghwa you saw faded into san who stood in front of you, leaning against the door frame, “wish you had at least enterained me a bit and not immediately shut down the show,” he mimicked an offended tone before chuckling, “get dressed, we need to talk.”

and with that, the door closed and you were left with the phone shaking slightly in your grip — staring ahead, you typed a text message to hongjoong asking where seonghwa was and for the two of them to come back from wherever they were

in a new set of clothes, you made your way into the living area that resided san with a cup of green tea in his hands, mumbling along to the music that played on the radio seonghwa enjoyed — you observed the male as if he was a test subject

the way his head titled upward, adam’s apple bobbing with the way he swallowed his saliva and green tea, his hands decorated with scars and bruises — some new, some faded — his right shoulder that was more exposed had what appeared to be a large scar that traced across his back, with your bottom lip quivering, you choked down your nerves and walked towards him to sit across

“what are you doing here?” you broke the ice, the tension not easing in the slightest while sparkly eyes looked at you back, contrasting to his outer appearance, “what do we need to talk about?”

san hummed, glancing over his shoulder before he scooted closer to you, his lips leaning to your ear, “do you wanna know a secret, y/n?”

spine shuddering, unconsciously, your hand grabbed onto his, “what is it, san?”

“you were mine first,” words laced with venom, you felt the grip you had on him loosen and switch to his on yours — the tightness making you wince, “there’s always more sides to the story and you only know hongjoong’s,”

“how did you—“

“do you really think if one stumbles the others aren’t aware of the fall?” san interrupted

shaking your head, “what’s your side, san?”

“i’m glad you asked,” he smiled, his dimples deepening and you could recall the warmth in your chest, how desperate it made you want to scratch at it, “did you really think i was always this way?”

blinking back into full reality, you locked eyes with the one you knew you shouldn’t be near, “what do you mean?”

“i was human once, y/n,” san swallowed, loosening his hold on you and moving away slightly, shifting his body

“what happened?” you abruted, cheeks flushing at the speed

“what happened?” he repeated, clearing his throat, “you did.”

“get out.”

was the last thing you heard seonghwa say to san before he could finish telling you what he meant by once being human, his words running around your head with no signs of exhaustion — if san was once human, did that mean any of the others were?

your knees ached on the hard floor, not wanting to move from the spot you left yourself in after processing all that was fed to you, hiccuping and sniffling from the aftermath of sobs, your eyes looked up at seonghwa who stared back at you

“is it really you this time?” you croaked

seonghwa frowned, kneeling to reach your level before giving up and sitting on the floor with you, “it’s me, honey, it’s me,” he brought you into his arms and you hesitated for a moment before melting into his familiar warm embrace

“why do i feel so safe with you when i know i shouldn’t?” you questioned, head resting on his hardened chest,

pretending to hear his heartbeat that was nonexistent, “your hands are tainted with so many restless souls, and yet, i trust them completely.”

his hand stroked your hair, tugging you closer, lips placing a small kiss on your head, “i wish to tell you everything soon,” he whispered against your skin, “but y/n, you have to trust me, okay?”

moving to look at him, seonghwa’s eyes were glossy, the dried up blood on his cheek made you question what he was doing before he came home, your thumb wiping the stain off his skin, “i trust you, seonghwa,” you whispered

“even if we both know this will only end in blood?”

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cherryfinolahobbes · 6 months

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So…. What’s going on?

Not much.

I have launched my patreon and that has pretty much taken over a lot of my creativity. Then work reared its ugly head and I fell back into that spiral and then my hubby broke his hand on top of his other health hurdles. It’s been a lot these past several months.

I haven’t been able to tackle promoting my patreon as much as I hoped I would. I really love the idea and practice of Patreon and I love the people supporting me. I hope I can continue to grow my little community. I want to make more things and cool things and really just hold my own creations.

I have been getting back into my wrestling community and that feels really good. I’ve missed making commissions and connecting with fellow fans and amazing athletes. I’m so glad Indy wrestling is back. I need to get out more and get to more shows, but I stan Wrestling Revolver (Seriously, if you haven’t checked out PW Revolver, please try to see a show! They’re usually in Ohio, Iowa, Vegas, and started up some shows in Texas. Absolutely worth it!)

I still dont feel ready to take on RPings, but I have been getting the itch to start writing again. I’m not sure if I’ll do some fanfics or work on my original story. If I do fanfics I will probably stick them here since they would be Cherry related.

While I consider this blog on hiatus, this particular one, has always felt like my little nest. I always feel like I can come on here and just chat about whatever’s going on in life.

Btw Sumo, yes, still very much a fascination and obsession! New tournament starting next month! I’m so excited <3

Anyways, we’ll see what happens. if felt weird being away from this blog for so long. Not sure what I’ll do with it. I may try to rework it a little so it isn’t so RP oriented. RP is fun and I know I’ll came to it sooner or later, but I also want to share what else I do with this community.

#life update

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floralcrematorium · 2 months

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1, 10, aaand 4 :3

Thanks for the ask!!! I uh. Go on a big ramble so I'm throwing everything under the cut!

Do you relate to your favorite character(s)?

Yes and no.

My fondness for China and Norway isn't one based on their characters because I haven't fleshed them out (yet) in my head. I have no idea how to write for either of them! I genuinely would love to spend a day cooking, painting, or just talking with Yao. I yearn for platonic companionship and Yao isn't chaotic and we share similar interests. Our aesthetic interests are very different, but oh well!

I don't know what Lukas has to offer tbh, he's entirely eye candy to me (sobbing).

My fondness for France and Ukraine has to do with self imposed headcanons.

My Francis is honestly probably ooc -- but I don't care. I have taken these guys and run away with them. A lot of my Hetalia writing is Human AU because I have a hard time connecting with immortal creatures as someone who cannot see what even the next year of their own life looks like. I guess what Francis and I share is a fondness for food and art (like with Yao), but those aren't activities I would want to do with Francis. We can both be dramatic, I will over-dress just to go out with a friend, and we're both a bit pathetic. While my Francis isn't like early canon France (you know what I mean...), he's still a romantic. I am not.

I don't think it's a necessarily rare headcanon, but I see Miss Ukraine as fat. She's plus size to me and that's something we share. I've been wanting to write a Kateryna centric oneshot about the difficulties and mental struggles that come with shopping as a fat person, but I haven't been in a reading/writing mindset recently and this topic would be a bit taxing on me. One day, though!! I'm still formulating my characterization of her... CanUkr oneshot is STILL in development hell.

TLDR: Yes because I impose bits of myself onto Francis and Kateryna for RP and writing purposes and also for comfort. No because a good handful of my favorites (including some not named) are just little guys I'd like to put in a shoebox and shake around.

10. How long have you been in the fandom? What's your lore?

In 7th grade a friend told me I might like Hetalia because I liked geography and history was my strongest subject in school. I cannot remember when exactly I checked it out, but I definitely was into by Spring 2014. I literally have emails from back then of memes we exchanged...

My best friend and I met online at the end of that school year and we actually started talking because he played this video over skype screen share. Fast forward to the summer and I'm drawing, writing fic, and we made our Hetalia Instagram account. There were three of us. It was essentially just a repost account because we were all in middle school. I never really interacted with others from the fandom other than the two friends I ran the account with, both of whom I still talk to <3

Our instagram account died off sometime around 2018. We deleted it around 2020-2021.

I came back to Hetalia by a freak accident. I was going through my old google drive and rediscovered the three-way-POV fic my friends and I wrote and immediately ran into our group chat. It was a bad fic. Basically Hetalia in the setting of Outlast meets FNAF vibes. Yes, it was a Wattpad fic... (now deleted). We made the joke of rewriting it, but that thought only lasted for one night. Then out of curiosity I got back into listening to the official character songs, and that's what did it for me... (shoutout to "Aiyah, 4,000 Years," "Mein Gott," "Overflowing Passion," "Maji Kandou ☆ Hong Kong Night," and the Hetaloid song "Brother Complex").

Got back into reading fic. Somehow I went through my original stint in the fandom without reading "Gutters" and that's what pulled me back into fanfic. Made an A03. Eventually figured, why the hell not, and made a Hetalia Tumblr so I could stop using my personal account.

I did have that hiatus, but I guess I could say I've been into Hetalia for 10 years now, which is nuts. I definitely had a period of regret and revulsion from 2019-2022, but still kept up with "oh, they made a new season" or revisiting some old art.

4. What's a headcanon you need to work out?

A lot of my headcanons have to do with Human AU FACE fam because I use them to cope with things, but I guess something that's been on my mind lately is the Tudor dynasty. My senior thesis, far before I got back into Hetalia, was actually supposed to be about the Tudors, but I abandoned it for something else. I recently got a book about the entire dynasty for my birthday and have yet to take a peek at it. I would love to write a fic where France or Marianne visits England over several Christmases to explore the relationship of Arthur/Francis or Alice/Marianne as England & France's relationship changes through the changing of the monarchs and especially as Henry VIII cycles through wives like calendars. I have to do research about it, though. I need to see how realistic it would be considering the on-again-off-again relationship between England and France (1520 The Field Of The Cloth Of Gold meeting vs Henry wanting to prove his military strength and trying to invade France). Funnily enough, I know almost nothing about France in the 15th and 16th centuries outside of :

1. Mary Tudor's [Henry VIII's sister, not his daughter, Mary I] brief stint as Queen Consort of France & Anne Boleyn's subsequent time at the French court as a lady in waiting to Mary

2. how Henry VIII repeatedly used war against France as an attempt to prove his strength [eyeroll]

To be honest, that fic is entirely an excuse to explore the different influence each of Henry's queens has over the court through various means. I don't think anyone else would really be interested though, so it may be something I keep to myself.

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modern-day-bard · 3 months

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 25

If there was any part of me that was hesitant about the new dress, that part had been incinerated as soon as I saw those tabloid photos. And walking up to the party now, I clearly wasn't the only one to have dressed to impress. There were other party-goers dressed in sequins, short dresses, suede suits, heels, heavy makeup, and hair that looked as though it was done professionally. I really did pull out all the stops tonight, too. I smoothed my hair, letting it tumble over my shoulders. I did my best attempt at a smokey eye and made sure my lips were plumped with gloss to match the shimmer of my dress. Courtesy of Mia, I had borrowed a sparkly clutch just large enough to hold my phone and some lip gloss. I even brought out one of my only pairs of heels for the occasion, black and strappy to match the rest of the ensemble. Thankfully, they were much easier to walk in than I remember.

Norwick had chosen the Warwick club for our wrap party. I originally thought that it was purely because of how it sounded to say "Norwick at Warwick," however, walking inside...I think the wordplay was just a bonus. It is hard to know where to look first. Giant crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, one placed roughly every ten feet along the rafters. The lights were all dimmed, most of the light coming from small, lavender-colored bulbs somewhere high above, the disco balls near the dance floor reflecting it back out. My attention is torn toward the bar, but quickly then to the wall next to it that had a floor to ceiling photo of a naked model, seemingly looking over the crowded room. Behind the bar, there was another room that looked a bit less crowded. Knowing Dwayne, I assume that would be a good place to start if I want to drop off his gift first.

I round the corner behind the bar, taking in the ambient lighting. This room was less crowded, and the thumping music was a bit more drowned out, making it easier to hear conversation. The spacious room has two fireplaces and a handful of cushioned chairs, complete with some barstools that sat along the second, smaller bar in the corner. Sure enough, I find Dwayne leaning against the bar, chatting with the bartender. His attention turns to me and he waves me over. I give him a quick hug, which I had only ever done at wrap parties before. The stress and stuffiness of the film is over with, and it feels like we can all take a collective sigh of relief.

"Happy wrap party," I say, handing over the black and silver gift bag in my hand. I pause as he opens the gift. I ended up going with an Italian candle and a blank clapperboard.

"I figured you didn't get to enjoy a nice Italian vacation, so you can recreate one during hiatus. Also, I realize that this promotion for me also means a promotion for you. You can fill out the clapperboard for your first film as an assistant director."

Dwayne smiles, smelling the candle. "That was very thoughtful of you, Ava. Let me buy you a drink," He winks, and I realize quickly that it is an open bar.

I laugh. "That would be great," I'm tempted to buy a shot, but I settle for a martini instead. The bartender takes my order and Dwayne continues while my drink is being made.

"It's exciting, this next chapter," He has a far off look in his eye. I hadn't taken a moment before I bought the clapperboard to wonder how long Dwayne had wanted this promotion. How young was he when he first dreamed of working in film, and all the steps it took to get to this moment. "I like working with you kids, don't get me wrong. But I'd like to have a say in the direction, not just the logistics."

I nod, understanding completely. "We'll miss you."

"I'll still be on set," He deadpans.

"Well I should hope! I'm still going to have some questions that only a former Key-PA can answer."

Dwayne smiles again, "Happy to help." My drink arrives on the counter, and I raise my glass to him.

"To the next chapter," I say with a chipper smile. He begrudgingly clinks his scotch glass against mine, and I take an eager sip. "Speaking of, when do you want to meet about the remaining logistics stuff I need to learn?"

Dwayne shrugs, "I'll email you. Enjoy tonight though, Ava. We've all earned it." I take the hint, smiling and raising my glass again as I exit the room, filing out with a few others back into the giant main hall. I take several gulps of my martini, now that I'm out of sight of Dwayne. It's not exactly a gulping sort of drink, so by the time I'm situated near one of the couches in the main room, I get in line for the large bar on the far end to get another drink. After ordering another, double, martini, I pull out my phone to text Lana and Mia. They live on the other side of town, so I knew we wouldn't be car pooling. But the place is already packed to the brim, so they have to be in here somewhere. My finger hovers briefly over Javi's name, but I know better than to text him in public. I'm not sure what my name is in his phone, and it just felt too risky depending on what popped up. He was listed just as "J" in mine, just in case. He had texted me before I left.

Javi: Looking forward to seeing you tonight ;)

I smile to myself, reading it again. A familiar squeal breaks through the music, prompting me to look up and see Mia pushing through the crowd toward me, Lana right behind her, smiling wide. They embrace me tightly, though we had just seen each other hours before. Mia starts jumping up and down, still holding both of us. Clearly they had been here long enough to have a few drinks, and clearly my first martini was already kicking in because I start jumping along with her.

"How did Dwayne like the gift?" Lana asks over the noise.

"He cracked not one, but two whole smiles!" I hold up my fingers. "So I think he loved it."

"Woo!" Lana took a sip of her drink. "We should probably be dancing, and you should probably make a little progress on that." She gestured to my nearly full glass. I didn't bother telling her it was a double as I nod, taking a long swig.

"Attagirl!" Mia grabs my hand, pulling me towards the dance floor on the other end of the room. I glance around for familiar faces, and I see a few that I don't know as well, but for the most part it's hard to recognize anyone. I suppose most of us received plus ones, though I had opted not to bring anyone else. The only one I would want with me was already going to be there. The darkness, drinks, and noise dampen my senses as I stop scanning, choosing to focus my attention on reaching the checkered dance floor. It's crowded, and besides a few of the sound engineers that Lana greets, I can't make out people I know super well.

Mia spins me in a circle, making me laugh. I can tell most people around me are yelling the words to the song emanating from the speakers, so I do the same. Taking a few more sips of my drink, I slowly loosen up. Even though this project has been chaotic and unlike anything I've dealt with before, I'm only thinking about the positives right now. I think about our trip, minus the fainting spell, as well as my promotion, Javi, and how happy I am to have the two friends dancing around me. The more I think, the more my hips start to swing, and I close my eyes for several moments just to drink in how lucky I feel right now.

Lana creates a train of sorts with Mia and me, so that the three of us are dancing in a line. She moves us through the dance floor, even deeper into the club than we already were. I'm rocking back and forth when I see long, tanned legs in a short, long-sleeved pink dress. Emma's beautiful long blonde hair sways back and forth as she moves, and she occasionally speaks to a shorter man next to her. I realize through the flashing lights that he's holding a camera. That must be the guy who took the face paparazzi shots, the same ones I saw this morning at the mall. I turn toward the girls.

"Be back in a minute," I shout over the music.

They just nod, turning to dance with each other as I walk away.

"Ms. Madden!" I say enthusiastically as I approach her.

She smiles brightly when she sees me. "Hi, Anna!" She gives me a brisk hug and I feel a small pang of guilt. I never blamed her or Javi, but she was the face of my distress in a way. But she was always polite. She even remembered the name that she incorrectly called me.

"How are you?" I ask.

"Good, good. I'm glad it all went so well. Though I will be happier when this whole stunt is over with, too. No offense, Glen." She wiggles her hand to the man next to her.

Glen didn't even look up from his camera, he just nodded along.

"Honestly," she leans forward so that she doesn't have to shout so loud, "I just need Javi to finally get here so we can take a few pictures and I can get the hell out of here. I'm leaving for Cabo tonight."

"Cabo! That's exciting."

"Who's going to Cabo?" A familiar, smooth voice says behind me. I turn around coming face to chest with Javi. I look up through my lashes, smirking slightly when his jaw goes slack. His eyes do a quick once-over of my outfit before he clears his throat.

"Me! Once we can get our pictures and get out of here." Emma sings.

Javi places a light hand on my back so he can shift around me to Emma. Just before he lets go, he lets it drop lower for a moment. I hope no one can see my shiver. Having so much of my skin exposed made his calloused hands feel even more thrilling. As Glen says hello to Javi, I don't miss how his eyes scan my body, spending too much time on my legs before holding my gaze without a hint of shame.

"Well, have fun. It was good to see you, Emma."

She smiles at me despite my informal phrasing. I will probably never see her again, so I figure I can get away with calling her by her first name.

"You too, Anna." She moves to put her arm around Javi, as Glen is clearly setting up the shot.

"Mr. Gutierrez," I say, "Good to see you, too."

"Ava," Was all he says, his eyes darkening by the minute.

I turn to walk away, making a show of swing my hips to the music as I do so. Before I'm completely out of earshot, I hear Emma ask him, "Wait, it's Ava?"

When I'm back with my friends, I let go. I move my free hand through my hair, dancing around Lana and Mia in time with the beat. Whenever I get the chance, I peer over toward Javi and Emma's side of the dance floor. Javi has his hands on Emma's hips, holding her from behind as she laughs again and again, though Javi hasn't spoken from what I can see. In fact, he keeps looking at me while Glen takes more photos. Glen even takes out his phone to get some shots that I'm sure they'll say were taken by other party goers. I hold Javi's gaze as I grind my hips in a circle, down my drink at the same time. I turn so my back is to him, looking at him as long as possible. Then I run my hands down my body, bending my knees and moving side to side. I know as I arch my back on the way up that the hem of my dress is just barely covering my behind, and almost all of my back is exposed to him. I smirk to myself, hoping that this silly show of mine is doing its trick.

Lana, Mia, and I dance for a few more songs before we're all out of breath. We leave the dance floor to get more drinks. I'm fanning myself in line when I decide to check my phone.

Javi: I don't want to ruin your fun, but do you think you could meet me for a few minutes? I have a wrap gift for you.

He'd only sent the text about five minutes ago. I look around, but he's nowhere in sight. He must still be on the dance floor.

Me: I think I can arrange that. Where?

It only takes him a few seconds to respond.

Javi: The VIP room. As fast as those heels can take you.

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blindedguilt · 3 months

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It's been quiet for some time, Leonard had noticed — not unlike the time he spent in the forest. It left him feeling some way he couldn't exactly tell. Was it unease? Possible loneliness? Either one was a feeling he hadn't expected to come back in such a way, but similarly, again, it had dug up a familiar memory of the forest...

Having finished tending to the small bonfire where he sat, Leonard's shoulders dropped and his head leaned back. For the first time since his pact — since meeting Seere — he wished he could be relieved of his blindness if only to confirm he wasn't alone as he thought he was.

The bonfire's warmth kept him comfortable, at least, as did the hope of the momentary thought that echoed throughout his mind: Time would tell.

//So this isn't an easy decision, but after a couple weeks of mulling it over, I've decided to put this blog into semi-permanent hiatus - basically, if things change either with the state of the RPC or my motivation to write I'll be more than eager to return, though it does seem unlikely.

//Things have been quiet lately, and it's of course by no means anyone's fault for being quiet!! (I can't blame them, life and Tumblr bullshit have taken a toll on a large portion of the RPC as a whole lately) But in the end, I think it had more of an effect on my motivation to write than even I expected. I tried for the past year or so to "Get back on my feet", as even now I deeply miss Leonard and being able to write him, but evidentially, I haven't gotten very far QwQ

//That said!! While this could be it for this blog, if anyone wants to discuss plans for plotting or even just chatting over Discord (At the end of the post), lemme know! One of the hardest things about the choice to leave this blog behind is definitely the loss of community that comes with it, there were a lot of people who followed me and that I briefly spoke to these past months who I don't want to cut off a potential friendship with just because of my own personal circumstances!

//And going onto that topic, I won't be shutting down or removing any current drafts or asks in my inbox in the event I ever magically DO get motivation to write again or something changes, and of course, that in turn means the blog itself will be staying as well!! You might have guessed, it goes without saying that this blog and the interactions on it mean a great deal not to just me, but (At least I hope!!) some of you. It's also a bit of why I wanted to "wrap up" the blog with the in-character piece at the top, even given my issues with writing (I may add to it to make it feel more "complete", given I kinda don't like how half-assed it feels currently), it just didn't feel fair to go for what could be forever without letting him speak his final piece. :,)

//I won't spend too long waxing out all the sentimentals, but I've stated over and over how when I first made this blog, I really wasn't expecting it to last much more than a couple weeks before moving onto another character. It's kind of impossible for me to state just how much this blog and all the experiences on it mean to me personally and the impact it's left, both personally, as I mentioned before, but also in my enjoyment and love for Drakengard 1 and 2 and Leonard's character specifically! Being able to dive into his mind and find someone I can put together so easy with such a well-constructed tragedy, it's not much of an overstatement to say that ironically, being able to play and put my own mind and problems away for one I not only cared to look into, but one I could more easily pick apart and explain the actions of while being layered enough and having enough facets to make it interesting. Leonard in a lot of ways was and is a sort of second life for me, but in a way I didn't have to deal with the burden of having a psychical body or firsthand perspective! lmao

//And not to be sounding all overdramatic or anything but as I said, it's letting go of not just what feels sort of like a little hideout or small part of me I like to nurture and keep from falling into rot, but this blog is some of the most fun I've had in a horribly otherwise busy, yes, but very mundane outside life. It's sort of pathetic to admit, but I mean it in the best way I can when I say I haven't really gotten so emotionally engaged with anything in a long time. Just the small interactions and memorable snippets from this blog, both from long-standing partners, people who fell off, or even people I just spoke to once and then never again still play over in my head and definitely spark a lot of joy when I really need it! I'll be honest, there's not one day that goes by where I don't think of at least one interaction I've had here. I remember my pain at being in a different timezone and always falling behind the drama before I went to the US and could finally catch up. To update on that: I'm not doing too well in the US in all honesty, but I'm doing my best to get on my feet and making progress!! One of the first things I always did in difficult situations was, unironically, use this blog to reference some old posts and memes to laugh and think about all the new connections, subplots, and jokes that were going to be shared.

//I guess the final point I'd like to make is a short one, but a major argument I had against shutting down when the thought first entered my mind, and the hardest part of all this is the loss of potentiality. I had a lot planned for Leonard, both things that I actively wanted to do and just general questions of "What kind of people will he meet with next? What will he think of them, and how long will they get to develop with each other?" The thought both of meeting new people and the interactions that could be shared with them, as well as all the different interactions and shenanigans that I thought might be in store when the DOD RPC came back was a major motivator in why I kept trying to fight my writer's block, and why I even kept this blog going for the past year with barely any activity to speak of. Even going on Discord, as you might imagine, can be limiting in its setup compared to just being able to search and see who's out there via tumblr - and joining communities can be quite an issue being a Leonard mun, specifically!!

//But either way, I'll be sure to find my way around it one way or another, and hopefully, by some divine miracle, I'll just end up back at this blog anyways!! Again, the chances are slim, but I'm really holding out here dskhffkdbhdkh

//I think that should be it based off what I wanted to say, Leonard's left nice and comfy at his campfire, and it's getting late so with ALL that said, if we've spoken or never have before (ESPECIALLY if we never have, I like to believe you followed for a reason so I'd love to speak to you so we can get to know each other better, plot, or just chat!!), please consider following me on Discord!! I'm usually on there, and always happy to talk (Unless I'm on Do not Disturb, but that's hardly ever lol):

//My discord is: barnabism

//Anyways, I apologise for the downer announcement, but this has been wracking my brain for the past few days so I'm at least glad just to get the hard part over with. :,)

//Thank you all for over two years of writing!! Please don't be afraid to reach out, and as always, if you have any questions, please ask!! ^^

#Important #||OOC||#{/man; im getting all emotional now lmao}#{/ive had this draaft open all day i literally have like 36 tumblr posts to catch up to now.....}#{/in the morning; though; im tired and have a doctors app early today}#{/posting this will hopefully get rid of some of the HUGE struggles I've been having in the past couple days; but... *crumples*}#{/I'M GONNA MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCHHHHH 😭😭}#{nevertheless! that is why I gave my Discord lmao}#{/Goodnight!! And as I said before; thank you all so much :'))

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count-v-dracula · 1 year

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† Semi-Hiatus (Dec. 2022 - March 2023)

After a lot that has happened over the past two-ish months (the good/bad/ugly) it is more than obvious that I need to put RPing on semi-hiatus/low activity status. As many of you know, I have a lead role in a musical that will be running three weekends in March 2023 and I have to be off book for lines before the new year. Also, because I am a lead, I will have pretty much ZERO time in the evenings/weekends anymore until the show actually opens. And I also work pretty much full-time.

My hope/goal is to do RPing on some weeknights when I am not busy or wiped out, and of course on weekends that do not have rehearsals or other RL happenings.

My definition of this semi-hiatus is this: sporadic, very limited writing. Replies will be written based on muse gravitation towards threads/muses. When I am around I will write at the most half a dozen replies. Also, I haven’t been, and will continue to not be around the dash very much, so contacting me via the IMs will result in slow/late responses from me. Please, if we are mutuals, do ask me for my dis.cord information as that will be a speedier way of contacting/chatting with me.

If we are friends/get along nicely, you are more than welcome to ask for my Insta.gram! As rehearsals begin and as I do more things in my life (because my insta.gram is SUPER boring at the moment and I hardly update because my life is boring?), I will be adding to my account much more often with stories/reels/posts. Maybe you can see/hear me during rehearsals, making new friends and just having fun doing something I love so much.

I love you all. Thank you for your unending patience with me. I do miss writing, and all the good things and feelings RPing entails, but I am so excited to be back on stage singing and performing after a long, involuntary absence!

(My standard pinned post is here.)

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stagefoureddiediaz · 2 years

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I miss the times where there was so much buzz around a 911 season finale. Right now there is absolutely nothing. It’s like the show is already on hiatus. But to be fair Season 5 was their worst (my opinion) so that’s why, i guess. The people that cared so much about the show has already moved on. Sigh, so do you think we can at least expect something nice from it? The firetruck falling of the clip is just meh, because we all know nothing bad is going to happen. I’m not even worried about that.

Hey Nonnie

I'm sad that you're not finding the buzz pre finale!! I think we as a fandom are a bit over the Taylor of it all, so that may be contributing to the lack of buzz you're feeling - and that is totally understandable.

Of course you are totally allowed to think season 5 is the worst season, I don't feel that way - I wasn't always convinced by it, but now being able to watch it as an entire thing, my feelings have changed (season 1 is still the worst season in my book!!) and I can see the bigger picture. Maybe after the finale, give yourself a week or two and then watch it as a whole - you might feel differnetly then. and hey even if you don't, you can look forward to seeing what season 6 has in store because you never know - it might be the best season yet (especially if we get canon Buddie!)

I very much think we can expect nice tings from the finale - we will get all the various families coming back together - so we will hopefully get to see Madney reunited and moving forward together again, we get the HenRen vow renewal and I'm interested to see how Evangeline and Nia will be used. We've got Buck and Eddie mending walls together, Eddies return to the 118, the long awaited BT break up (us finally being freed from Taylor is reason to enjoy the finale all on its own!!) and we'll start to get some idea of how Bobbys break down is going to pan out into season 6!

The engine falling off the cliff might seem meh - but if I were you I would go rewatch triggers - because I think we will be drawing some parallels from that episode in this one - that might help make it feel a bit more exciting too you!

Hopefully this has given you a few things to look forward to and that we'll have lots of things to talk about in hiatus - I know I have some plans for posts about colour theory, some more costume posts and a few other things I have in the pipe line. But if you get to the hiatus and the show doesn't bring you joy anymore, it is totally valid to step away - life is too short to waste it on things that leave you feeling sad, cold, unhappy or bored! I'm happy to chat through anything you're feeling about the show - my inbox is always open!

#kym answers things #nonnie asks #911 on fox #911 spoilers #911 fox #911onfox #911 #choose joy

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swanqiu · 2 years

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hi ess, i can’t help it but i always feel suckish whenever i come back after a hiatus :/ like all the friends i had here before are part of new groups now or there’s a feeling where i’ve sorta been replaced and i don’t really have the interactions levels i had before. it just feels awful but isk i notice that you always seem to have a decent amount of people who still interact with you whenever you end a hiatus. how do you do it?? what are your tips for not feeling this gross sucky feeling?

lmao i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox since august OF LAST YEAR and i’ve vaguely answered it here and there over the last few months with the intention of maybe one day giving you a real, proper answer but like

i genuinely don’t think i could sum it up any better than the last few tags from this post

alt text* + a longer, more in-depth answer below the cut!

building genuine connections and friendships with your mutuals is gonna mean so much more than only caring about them for their writing/muses if a sustainable friendship is what you’re looking for?? being able to have ic/dash/writing/rp interactions that vibe well and can pick up again after long periods of time is just a byproduct of being friends ooc, tbh.

but i mean... elaborating on that and to more specifically answer your second question, i would also say to set boundaries (if you haven’t already!!) or even healthier boundaries between yourself and being online, or between yourself and the people you write with. like if you’re feeling these feelings you describe of being replaced or, god FORBID, being jealous that people you thought were your friends are now... getting along better with other people or are doing what’s best for themselves and building spaces where they can be more comfortable.......... maybe you should reevaluate whether being in indie rp/writing space (which is very fluid and always subject to tons of new relationships or drifting-aparts) is the best space for you and your emotional/mental wellbeing.

tying it all together: when you view your mutuals only as transaction machines who are there to just write with you or talk about your muse(s)/plot(s) with you and you’re quantifying your relationships with your “friends” based on in-character things? especially if you’ve been the one gone for a while on hiatus and expect people to still want to connect with you (for ic things) on the same level when you return?? i’d very kindly ask you to reevaluate how you view and cultivate your rp space and expectations for it bc. that does not sound healthy NOR does it sound like a good time for anyone. in my very honest, very straightforward opinion.

also, if you’ve been on hiatus and not keeping in touch with anyone while you’ve been away, it’s normal for people to drift apart or lose connection for a little bit. how much are you willing to invest into rebuilding and re-sparking that friendship? if you haven’t even tried reaching out to people yet and are jumping to conclusions about being replaced (which, to an extent, could be valid), then i think you’re underestimating the effect even a “hi hello i missed being on here and missed you!” can do to kickstart that reconnecting process.

anyway i really hope this message somehow finds its way to you, anon, or that my two cents is of use to someone else who’s lurking but like. yeah. sending this out into the void and hoping it does what it needs to do!! message me off anon any time or just chat me up if we’re mutuals tbh. my discord is esscapekey#3726

anyway i really hope all of this isn’t just me blowing smoke up my own ass or sounding like i’m the know-it-all/fix-it-all go-to for this topic specifically bc i really am not but. best believe if u approach me and sincerely ask me for advice then yeah sure absolutely you bet i will do that to the best of my ability.

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@anon asking how to retain a community after being away or on hiatus for so long— this is how!!

develop genuine ooc friends with ur mutuals!!! care abt their interests off the dash and outside of their muses!!!

tbh if you only care about their muses it is not a sustainable friendship or writing relationship at all!!!! imho!!!!!

anyway sorry i was going through my inbox and saw an ask from *checks notes* a million years ago (*lmao once again.......... i am so sorry)

#don't look at me i'm doing a deep clean of my drafts and inbox i do not wish to be perceived rn #lol oops this went on a lot longer than i though it would but. hope this helps. all the best!#i also did not think i was the most qualified to give an answer to this bc uhhhhhhhhhh impostor syndrome i guess but like #i really do sit here on the dash sometimes or on disc mainly nowadays and it's just like. WHAM i really have..... so many people to love on #and they love on me BACK god what a time to be me so i guess ur right #love really is stored in the *checks smudged writing on hand* mutuals blasting me with shitposts at 2am <3 #( OOC. ) — this is an ESS OH ESS.

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briankang · 3 months

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hii do you remember when jae was banned from streaming on twitch (and im pretty sure streaming in general) do you think the same thing could be happening to chan?

jlkgsdlkgjsdklgdjs anon u missed the absolute discourse of when i mentioned jae's thing in reference to the chan's room thing when we first found out god bless i wish that were me BUT

yes and no? jae i think was a mix of things, but ultimately i think he was doing too many things over the line (some of the jokes he was making, when he was living in-dorm he was really uh...not very thoughtful to the others living there at whatever hours when he was playing late, etc) so they put an end to it.

with chan's room i think it ultimately was a way to get people off of of his back after the entire thing with people accusing him of talking about ive (he wasn't, he never even said a name and blamed himself in that clip, never mind the fact that other idols have said similar things and gotten praised instead for being "real" but lol). chan's room brought a lot of NASTY people to his chat, some of the things people would say to him on a regular basis week after week (bc it was on a schedule, they all knew when he'd be on) was just...very evil and dark hearted even before that whole incident, and he would read those things out! i think it's def been a way to get people off of him, in addition to help his mental health, i remember if he wasn't able to do it he'd get super stressed on bubble about it despite how we'd all be like "its ok!!"

i do think chans room could come back one day though! maybe not in the capacity it was, but once a month maybe (like lily's from nmixx's book club). i think he probably genuinely does miss doing it and WE definitely miss it, but i think ESPECIALLY with how busy they've been and everything else, the break/hiatus/whatever was/is definitely a good idea, my only real critique is i wish we'd found out properly and not from someone reporting back from a fanmeet LMAO

ultimately the diff between what happened between jae and the incident with chan's room is jae's was definitely a punishment for his behavior (imo at least), whereas i think div1 was like, actually looking out for chan a bit lmao?? studio j def came around about twitch considering young k had been on someone's show during his letters with notes promo, which indicates to me it was more about the person on the platform and less the platform itself, which.......a diff convo lol. i'm sorry this was so long lskdjglksdj idk if it really answered your question but i hope you enjoy your weekend regardless!

#asks #anonymous

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lunarcovehq · 3 months

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I'm really interested in joining but I'm worried about keeping up with the pace of the rp mainly because of my job. What would you say the activity level is and pace of the plots? What is expected of members aside from what is written in the rules? Are most things on the dash or is Discord used a lot too? Sorry if these are too many questions! Thank you! This RP is so stunning!

Hi love! We're so glad that you're interested and would love to have you join our fam. I totally understand being worried about keeping up with the pace. I just started grad school myself on top of a full time job, so I can assure you we are very understanding when it comes to the fact that real life comes first. I would describe us as being a fairly active group, but I promise you it is nothing that you shouldn't be able to handle with a hectic or demanding job. We are really flexible when it comes to activity and hiatuses. We've had members who've taken hiatuses for a month or two and we have members who take a hiatus for a day. Our rp is a fun lovely community and our writing group is hobby, so if you can't get on to do replies for a week or even a few, that's is 100% okay. We just ask that you communicate with us and then you can be on as much or as little as your schedule demands. As for the activity level and pace of the plots, some of our members post nearly every day/every other day and some of our members can only post replies once a week. But, if you can only get on once a week, you're not going to miss much plot wise. We make sure to give our members plenty of time to be able to write out and react to plot drops and events. We also will time out events accordingly based on our members schedules. For example, our last event which was our Holiday Event ran for a whole month, because we knew our members were going to be away on Holiday and with family & friends. While our Halloween event, lasted only two weeks since our members were all around and it was more of a character driven event than a plot one. All of our members will also typically continue to write event threads for long after the events already over being the muse here is strong, so if you can't make it to majority of event, but you want to participate, we will make sure you will be able to. Our only expectations are what are written out in the rules. This is a Tumblr RP so we will only ever expect you to ever write IC on the dash. Any important announcements, plot drops, events etc. will also always be posted on the main. That being said, we love to foster a community here, so our OOC chat is on Discord, which we love to chat in it every day, so if you don't have time to do replies, but still want to be part of the fun, you can always chat away with us (or if you're busy, feel free to mute us). We also will always post any announcements in discord as well so no one misses anything and will typically have one IC discord day for each event (our events tend to happen every other month). This is completely optional. You do not have to participate in these discord parties if you don't want to and we always work off of the groups' schedules when picking which days these discord IC events will be held/give plenty of instructions per discord party. But, they are a lot of fun! We just want to occasionally give our members the opportunity to have multiple characters interact with each other in real time since Tumblr is set up for more 1x1 threads. That and the discord parties give opportunities for characters who may not have interacted before to get to know each other. I hope that answers all of yours questions and sorry this got so long!

#lunarcoveadmin #faq #sorry this answer is so long but we'd love to have you <3

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okeylokiyuh · 2 years

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lokiii ))): i miss chatting with u 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 im taking break on tumblr bcs of uni geez even in holiday week im still busy and dont have time to finish my fics!! anyways are you doing great?? how abt ur study is everything okay? and abt yedam and mashiho, i really want to burn all yg staffs thay responsible for the mistreatment!! they act like mashi and yedam left the group!! ffs yg, you cant even pay the bills without treasure🤥

also i hv been exploring new things these days! i start watching anime (i never watch anime hehe) and currently i watched spyxfamily. the anime is so good🫶🏼 but i heard from my friends usually happy anime will ended up sad ending....... (a moment of silence here) and i also starting writing my personal thoughts into some journal, i am type of person who love to hide my true feelings and didnt talk much abt anything that bothering me, so i decided to write all of my thoughts in one book, i can say it's a yes from me cause i felt relieved?? when i shared my feelings on the paper, somehow i feel like ease the burden??

lastly, i dont stan le serrafim(idk how to spell) bcs of garam's case but their debut song is on another level, every second i find myself dancing the chorus😔🖐🏻 and kazuha, one of their members..... lord she is so beautiful LIKE HOW I CANT FALL IN LOVE WITH HER WHEN SHE SLAYED?😔😔 japanese blood is something else i tell u

so how's your day/week/month?? mind to share with me!!

ahh, jaecha!! 🥺 it's been so long, i missed you too!! gosh, i totally feel you. my exams are over and it's the holidays, but i'm still so busy (+ my mum keeps telling me to lower my screentime, so that also sucks!) but i hope you are doing well, my love! even if things get too busy, i hope you have time to rest! please make sure you are eating well and drink lots of water to stay hydrated! 😤👊

(this got very long, so everything is under the cut!)

i'm not really sure about the mashidam case, but i saw on the dash that yge cut off their pictures or smth in a promo post? like hello ??? my babies are on a hiatus, they didn't leave the group. like, yge this is the product of your own work? 🙄 y'all forced them to work so much, they were forced to go into break ?? in fact, this should be everyone on break and not just two members, bc after a comeback, comeback promotions, plus two concerts, that's a lot of work! "yge, you can't even pay the bills without treasure" ndsfjsdhbf say it louder, jaecha!!! 😣🙏

that's very nice!! i also started watching spyxfamily and started reading the manga too bc i'm too impatient to wait for the series! hm ... about that theory, tho :( i mean they are right in certain instances, but since this anime is still being written, i'm sure the author will bring a happy ending BC WHO CAN BREAK POOR ANYA'S HEART 😭 </3

wah, i don't remember the last time i had a diary bc my entire family would go through them! that is great, jaecha! i'm glad you found smth to let out your feelings on, bc bottling your feelings isn't great in the long term 😊💖 i usually record a voice message to send to my best friend, but as soon as i'm done, i delete instead of sending it. but my mind feels at ease bc i feel like i've said it to someone? idk it's just me tricking my own mind into thinking so, but it helps!

oof le sserafim's debut song is just 😘🤌 a masterpiece frz. the chorus is so catchy i'm wondering if they've done some magic on it to make sure everyone gets hooked once they listen to it. AHH KAZUHA 😫😫 IS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL I FEEL YOU 😭 omgomg frz japanese blood has some different like magic innit bc like dang everyone be visual sculptures

my month went okay-ish, i guess? 😕 i finished my exams, and they were very hard, so i guess i might have to repeat some? but that is not an issue bc our lecturers have told us that no one passes exams on the first try, esp in second year. but still it terrifies me bc my mum keeps pressuring me since she's stressed these days too 😔

but in good things !!! my best friend's brother's wedding on the 8th, and i was invited to it which was exciting bc i've never been to big functions like that without my family! 😅🥰 it was amazing, i kinda teared up seeing the ceremony, and then had my fill of good food and desserts and even danced a little! i was introduced to my best friend's churchmates and everyone was like 'oh yeah ik you bc you are always on xx's whatsapp statuses' 😳 and literally i just realised how much my best friend posts about me for no reason. everyone and their mums knew about me and it was so 😬 overwhelming, but also a relief at the same time, bc i'm not the most social person! 😅

then i also met my friend's ex (they broke up on mutual terms) and it was my first time seeing him irl and his eyes are so pretty but then he reminded me that he's seen practically every message i've sent my bestie (none of them were bad!! i'm just very crazy when it comes to texting) and i was so embarrassed but he was very kind about it 😔🙏

and i goofed around while we were waiting by singing thinking out loud by ed sheeran (bc that's what the live band was playing) and i didn't think was that loud bc the hall was pretty noisy but my friend's churchmates all complimented my voice and asked if i wanted to replace my friend in their church's choir! 😂 it was fun bc we all kept collectively teasing my best friend, and she didn't mind bc she said she was like i was making friends since i was always home and never went out and stuff

this was all in one day, but i feel like i made a month full of memories, honestly!! 💗💗💗

#[💌] all my favorite conversations #jaecha 🥺

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pens-swords-stuff · 2 years

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hey undine! you mentioned having a writing partner that you write with—i was wondering how you make that work mechanically. any tips for co-writing?

p.s. hope you’re doing super well💞

I've actually been considering doing an entire series of posts on co-writing if that's something that people are interested in learning more about 🤔 Because believe me, I have so many thoughts, feelings, and theories about it since it's my life.

The biggest tip that I have for anyone attempting to co-write is to find the right person. Co-writing can be an incredibly intimate and personal experience because writing is something that is near and dear to our hearts. Sharing that with someone can make this hobby so much more enjoyable and less isolating because you always have someone to talk to, who knows the story exactly as well as you do, and someone who is equally invested. On the other hand, when it doesn't work, it can be devastating and really difficult.

You're probably going to be talking to your partner a lot, and you have to make sure that you're (literally and figuratively!) on the same page. I think compatibility and chemistry is so important in co-writing. The ideal writing partnership is with someone who shares your vision, who makes you so excited to write with them, and someone who gets equally as excited to write with you. And it's a hard journey! There's a lot of disappointments and partnerships that don't work out along the way, and it can be taxing.

The mechanics of co-writing is a little harder to define because there are so many ways to co-write. You and your partner will need to figure out what works best for both of you, and chances are it'll take a lot of trial and error.

For me and my partner, we have found that a roleplay-style of co-writing is the most effective method for us. I write for the characters that I've created, and my partner writes for theirs. Then we go back and forth, writing for those characters. I think the easiest way to conceptualize what we do is by thinking of dialogue. I write my character saying something, then my partner writes their character's response. I write my character's response to that, and so on and so forth.

We do a very rapid back-and-forth where we write anywhere between one line to several paragraphs before passing it onto the other to continue the narrative. Character interaction is a massive part of our co-writing.

Rather than having a very detailed outline, we usually discuss vague ideas that we have as a starting point for a scene and anything we might want to accomplish. Then we just usually let our characters take over and vibe off each other, and follow wherever they take us.

One additional thing that we're very deliberate about is avoiding head hopping. When you're writing with someone else, it's very easy (and common) to go back and forth into the perspective of our own characters. So we've created a process and a writing style where my main character is the POV character. I write all of the internal monologue in our WIP because that's my strength in writing. My writing partner is a lot better at writing action, so they're the one who moves the scene along with their characters, and write the actions/words of their characters without delving into what's going on in their mind. We've found that this has really made our writing seamless, and like one person is writing it, rather than two.

Obviously there's a lot more that goes into this, so if anyone is interested in learning more about what we do, feel free to come ask or chat about co-writing! But this should serve as a quick rundown for the process that my partner and I have.

#writing #writeblr #writing advice #cowriting #collaborative writing #writing partner #undine answers stuff #undine gives advice #hello aren!#i'm doing GREAT right now since i just started my winter break #i hope that you are too #i missed chatting with you over my very long hiatus!#i've really enjoyed seeing what you were up to when i would occasionally peek in #and i'd love to catch up sometimes~

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yanderecrazysie · 2 years

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yn is kenma's no.1 fan! to the point of an unhealthy obsession one day kenma notices her yn thinks that this is a dream come true and that it's the best day in her life well soon she realizes that she was dead fucking wrong as everything goes downhill after that day

I used to dream so much of being noticed by my favorite YouTubers- I��d binge-watch all their videos and just daydream about them when I was younger. So to be noticed must be so exciting! But for it to backfire- it’s like those genies where everyone says “Be careful what you wish for!”

I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING, HAHA! I feel like the ending probably isn't what you wanted exactly, but my brain felt it was best to end it there.

Part Two can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/yanderecrazysie/720073929100804096/veneration-part-2-yandere-kenma?source=share

Title: Veneration

Pairings: Kenma x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, spoilers for Kenma’s timeskip (Kinda? I don’t even know much about the timeskip ngl), Reader is NOT a yandere (she is obsessed with Kenma as a celebrity crush sort of thing), mention of like one inappropriate thing that’s in a popular game but not detailed(?), Kenma is a bigger fan of you tbh

Summary: When you catch the attention of a famous YouTuber, you think that you’re the luckiest person in the world. Little do you know, you caught his attention long ago. And his obsession is a lot darker than yours.

veneration

/noun/

respect or awe inspired by the dignity, wisdom, dedication, or talent of a person

Koduzen’s chat was a blur of movement and impossible-to read comments. It always was when he streamed, even with slowmode on and automatic filtering of spam. He was immensely popular, his channel having grown exponentially in a short amount of time.

You had been his subscriber for over a year now, not that it mattered if you ever said “I’ve been here since before he was popular”. Still, your adoration for him hadn’t changed in the slightest, if not only increased.

He had inspired you to make your own YouTube channel, but it was cringy and rarely got more than 10 views. You often considered deleting the videos, but left them up anyway. There was something about taking down things you worked hard on that you couldn’t bring yourself to do. No matter how cringy it was, you still made the videos and worked hard on them.

And so your channel sat, dead and on permanent hiatus. Not that any of your very few viewers cared.

Today, Koduzen was playing a game you’d heard of, but never seen before today. “Yandere Simulator”, a strange, violent game. You were a couple minutes late to the stream, one of your classes running a little later than normal but you didn’t seem to have missed much. In fact, within the minute you slipped on your headphones and focused on the screen, Koduzen finished the idle chat to his viewers and started the game. Perfect timing!

You, like everyone else watching the stream, made plenty of comments, hoping to be the literal one in a million that Koduzen noticed in the comments. As the famous YouTuber tested out the game, seemingly happy with the weapons and disgusted by the panty shots he was expected to take, you sent out a quick sentence in the chat.

“Glad to see a guy who’s got morals LOL”

His calm voice played through your speakers, like he was talking to you in-person, as he read your comment out loud. Your heart drummed against your rib cage and heat spread across your face.

“I’m glad to see a girl that appreciates me, Kodu[Y/n].”

You cringed at your embarrassing username, but swooned at the rest of his sentence, his words swirling in your head on repeat.

“I notice your channel has a lot of CS:GO on it, you should send me an invite and I’ll join your party sometime.”

Your heart practically exploded and you giggled in a way you’d never thought you could, squeezing your arms to your chest in pure glee. You felt like this had to be some sort of dream, but you hadn’t even gotten to your bed yet.

When Koduzen ended his stream, thankfully he always ended them just before the time you always slept, you climbed into your bed, too giddy to sleep. You chose instead to stare at the ceiling with a goofy grin, until your daydreams of playing games with him merged into actual dreams.

You never questioned how he knew you were a girl, despite your YouTube profile picture being a popular male anime character. You never wondered how he had the time to look at your profile when he was in the middle of a game or even why he would check some random commenter’s profile.

To you, Koduzen was a celebrity, someone from a world you wished to reach but could never touch. Someone to be watched, but never met for more than an autograph or picture. Someone you could never hold a conversation with for more than a minute before his manager would usher you away.

To you, that’s what celebrities were. Untouchable and superhuman.

To Kozume Kenma, you were the same. Untouchable and superhuman.

Except you’d be touchable soon enough.

Kenma had met you several months ago.

Back then, he streamed whenever he felt like it, played whatever he felt like playing, and barely paid any genuine attention to the chat. When his manager and best friend, Kuroo, insisted he go to [your country]’s YouTube convention he tried to refuse.

But, like with all things Kuroo-related, he got dragged along into it anyway. The mobs of girls swarming him, flirting with him just because he was a famous single YouTuber, touching all over him without his permission, and saying the dumbest shit he didn’t want to hear.

When he was done with autographs and pictures and all the other shit they forced him into doing, he holed up in his hotel room and played games until midnight. When he reached for the soda he always had next to him on his desk, he remembered where he was.

He knew girls were probably lurking in the hotel they knew he was probably staying at. He shuddered to think he might have to fend for himself this time, without Kuroo and the security guards.

Hood up and sunglasses on- his disguise was complete. He was fully shielded. 100%. Everything would be fine. At least, that’s what he told himself.

He slipped his keycard into his hoodie’s pocket and opened the door, throwing a glance either way to make sure the coast was clear, and made his way to the vending machines. The signs around the hotel weren’t especially clear, but when he finally found them, dread sank into his skin.

A girl was standing there and, on her sweatshirt, was the Koduzen logo. Despite being in his disguise, he had hoped to avoid meeting anyone, not just because he wasn’t a huge fan of socialization but because there was still a chance he’d be recognized.

This was the worst possible situation.

He started to back away, but the girl had already looked up, smiling at him. She had been extracting her own drink from the vending machine- a soda that he’d never tried before (he was a creature of habit) and was straightening up from her former crouched position.

Her smile grew as she spoke to him, but not because she recognized him. No, to her, he was just some random stranger dressed kind of suspiciously.

“The machine gave me two sodas instead of one. I don’t know if you like this kind, but I have an extra if you want it!”

Kenma’s eyes widened as the girl outstretched her hand to him, an identical soda being offered in one [skin tone] hand. He accepted it and thanked her, immediately regretting it when her eyes showed recognition.

She opened her mouth, then seemed to think better of it, and reopened it to say, “Sorry, you sounded like someone I admire.”

Kenma found himself responding, even though his introverted senses urged him to turn tail and just try the new soda or sneak back later when this mysteriously fangirl had left, “Who do I sound like?”

“A YouTuber, Koduzen.”

“And you said you admire him? Why?” Kenma chose his words carefully, pitching his voice a little deeper than normal, curiosity winning over his normal instincts.

“He’s really good at gaming and is really smart. He’s always fast to react and amazing at strategizing. He’s entertaining to watch and his commentary is really clever and makes me laugh a lot. He’s just overall an amazing gamer and YouTuber.”

Your eyes were shining at the end of your rant and Kenma had to make sure he didn’t gape openly at her. He was used to his fans going on about how “cute” he was and how they loved this or that about him. And yeah, lots of people complimented his skills (he was a professional gamer, after all) but not quite like this girl. She was… interesting.

He found himself wanting to test her, to see if he was like every other fan he met. Bursting into furious shrieks when anyone said anything against him and becoming some sort of monster that fed off of the hater’s displeasure. Insulting them, sending death threats, one was even doxxed. And Kenma hated those reactions.

So he forced a fake sneer to his lips and sharply said, “Koduzen is so overrated and cringy. I can’t believe anyone’s a fan of him.”

The girl’s eyes widened for a moment and he braced himself for whatever she would do.

“That’s okay. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions.” She was smiling, albeit a little sadly, and asked, “What YouTubers do you like?”

And that’s how the undercover Koduzen managed to have a genuinely relaxing conversation with a fan about YouTube and even just normal everyday things. He found his heart warming to this girl and the desire itching under his skin to learn more and more and more about her.

When Kenma got back to his home, despite being exhausted from the convention, he booted up his computer and typed your name into the search engine. Hours passed as he soaked up every detail about you that he could find, falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

Why did you never notice that your webcam was on when you were watching Kenma’s streams? Why did you never question the timing of his streams? It’s all for you after all.

It was so worth it to “notice” your comment. Your pretty little squeals and happy smile sent shivers up and down his spine and pride swelling in his chest.

The next YouTube convention in your country was only a few months away. And don’t worry, Kenma is completely prepared. After all, you could never say no to following him to his room.

You’d ignored every warning sign up until now, what was a few more?

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere kenma #kozume kenma #haikyuu!!#one shot #yandere one shot

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sunlight-moonrise · 4 years

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything (Not So) Nice (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Being a Barista and falling for a regular is as cliche as it gets. Having that customer become your new professor? Not so much.

A/N: *Peeks head out* Hello everyone. I have come back from my unannounced hiatus to show off this baby. Major thanks to @definitelynotkatesblog and @clean-bands-dirty-stories for helping me put this fic together. This was written for the lovely @httpnxtt for the secret-fic-swap in the Discord (thanks @imagining-in-the-margins.) I hope you all enjoy this smutty goodness.

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: Face Slapping, Degradation, Slight Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (male receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex/Creampie

Word Count: 6.4K

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Being a barista is pretty awesome. Sure, there were bitchy customers and super early mornings but it had it’s redeeming perks. We got free coffee, tea, and snacks during our shifts, which served the caffeine addict in me. I also learned how to make popular lattes, mochas, and frappes that I ended up making at home for myself one too many times. While there were the occasional assholes who couldn’t appear human before getting their hands on some caffeine, there were the regulars who made it worth it. Most of the regulars were so sweet, I appreciated a familiar face when they came in. Some.. more than others.

“He’s baaaaaaaaack,” my coworker Hazel whispered to me in a sing-song voice as she scribbled a customer’s name on a cup. I turned to see who she was talking about, but I already had an inkling about who it was.

My suspicions were correct. I turned to see one of our kindest regulars, my personal favorite customer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Is it weird to know the full name -including the honorific- of a customer? Possibly. But when I’d asked for his name to write on his cup the first time he came in, he accidentally gave me his full name.

“Dr. Reid- uh, Spencer. Sorry, work habit.” He stuttered, avoiding my eyes after the mistake.

“No worries! What can I get started for you?”

As a Criminology major, I learned to study the people who catch my attention before indulging them. Call it an old habit.

Dr. Spencer Reid had earned his title and then some. He’d joined the FBI at only 22, having six degrees under his belt by the age of 27. He’d written several dissertations and co-wrote novels with his colleague, David Rossi. Someone with his reputation could be a pompous ass and have a leg to stand on, which is what made his humbled demeanor so much sweeter. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes, which was a nice little bow on top.

Hazel liked to joke about how we’d make a cute couple but I know she only did it to watch me get flustered.

I walked towards the counter to take his order, leaving Hazel with the task of refilling the caramel syrup. I’m always the one to help him since he very aptly pointed out that I’m the only one who makes his coffee just how he likes it.

Some days, he’d let me surprise him with a random creation. I’d confirm if he wanted caffeine (he always did), iced or not, and any flavor requests. He’d take his drink, tip me handsomely and let me know his thoughts on the drink the next time he came in. So far, his favorite was the almond milk honey latte I’d concocted. It was nice to have a little bit of fun, especially with regulars who were as consistent as him.

“Hey Doc, what can I get ya’?” I asked.

“The usual, please,” he said with a smile. I nodded and set off to make his drink: a venti dark roast with a shit ton of sugar, a dash of nutmeg, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.

“Of course!” I quickly go to fill his order, making sure to put a complimentary treat in a bag for him. I know he had the ultimate sweet tooth so I try to sneak him a confection whenever I can. At first, he was a bit reluctant to take the free pastries, but nowadays he usually smiles when he sees the small bag.

“Here ya’ go.” I handed him his steamy cup of caffeine along with the little treat, seeing him smile at the small pun I add to his cup, “Have a BREW-tiful day, Doctor!” I watched as his lips landed on the rim of the cup, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the sight making my cheeks promptly flush. I cleared my throat before asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s always good when you make it,” he stated matter of factly, a small smile touching his lips. The heat in my cheeks rose again. “Will you be taking a course this summer?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. My first day is actually later today. I’m surprised the class section was open, to be honest.” Super surprised actually. I’d been trying to enroll in this class for the past couple of semesters but it was always full by the time I was able to even load the registration page.

“Well, I’ll wish you luck, but I’m sure you won’t need it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I can just tell.” He stated calmly, like it was common knowledge. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Before he could respond, an insistent cough caught both of our attention. I peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see a customer waiting for his order to be taken. I turned my attention back to the Doctor, an annoyed look painted on my face. He nodded, taking a hint from the impatient mouth breather behind him.

“Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day. I hope that class goes well.”

“Bye, you too.” I waved, watching as he exited the door. I turned to the waiting customer, a bit miffed that he interrupted our conversation. But because I was at work, I plastered a fake smile on my face so that he wouldn’t see just how annoyed I was. “Welcome, how may I help you?”

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After clocking out at 2:30 PM, I made a dash for the building where my class would be held. It’s not supposed to start for another half-hour, but I wanted to be sure to get there in time to choose a good seat and settle in before the rest of the class arrived.

Luckily room 301 was relatively empty so I was able to score a perfect seat by the window. I decided to kill some time by listening to some music and doodling randomly in my notebook. Some time had passed when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I turned to see a young man occupying the chair beside mine. He looked to be a frat boy based on the Greek letters he was sporting. Who wears a cap and hoodie in this weather? I really hope he didn’t expect to cheat off of me- although these types of guys always seem to do so.

I was about to return to my doodle when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to give the offender my full attention, removing one of the earbuds from my ears.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” frat boy said, with a wide smile adorning his face. I must admit, his boyish grin melted the slight annoyance I had begun to stir toward him. I returned his greeting and introduced myself as well. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” he continued, “but I like to have at least one buddy in each of my classes. In case we need help or miss an assignment or something.”

I nodded my head - a friend in a class was always useful when it came to studying and swapping notes. We chatted a bit more, learning about each other’s major and why we both decided to take a summer course. Tony is a double major and this course will satisfy the credits he needs for his psychology requirement. This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

It wasn’t until I heard the hush of the classroom that I realized the class was about to begin. I turned back to my notebook, preparing to jot down some important information despite it being the first day of class.

“Good morning class.” Wait. That voice... I didn’t even need to pick my head up to know who had spoken. “This is Criminal Psychology and I am your instructor, Doctor Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Professor Monroe could not cover this course so I’ll be his permanent replacement. Now…”

I raised my head, watching as he continued to talk about what is to be expected in this course while a TA handed out the syllabus. He went on, able to capture the attention of everyone while speaking of the experiences he had with an array of criminals. His eyes scanned the room and for a brief moment I thought they would land on me, but they continued to take in the mass amount of students before him.

My concentration was broken by Tony passing me a copy of the syllabus. I scanned it over, making sure to highlight all the important dates. I didn’t want any exams or projects conflicting with my work schedule. I also made note of how the overall grade system is broken down. The whole thing seems pretty fair and everything was spaced out enough where I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the workload.

“… and that pretty much wraps it up. Does anyone have any questions?” I tuned in just as he was pulling the first class to a close. No one raised their hands, so he dismissed us with a reminder to read the first chapter of the textbook and to check for any emails.

“So do you want to grab lunch?” Tony asked from beside me. I contemplated whether or not to go with him. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he quickly added, “Not as a date or anything, I just wanted to grab a bite and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “Let me just ask the professor a quick question about his office hours and I’ll meet you at the food court.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Tony gathered his stuff and exited the back door.

I focused my attention on the podium, seeing a gaggle of girls surrounding him asking redundant questions. From what I could hear, their questions could have been answered if they’d read the syllabus. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, they were probably more focused on him rather than what he was saying during class. I waited a few more minutes for them to finish up before I made my way to him.

“So do I call you Doctor or Professor now?” I laughed.

“From you, I’d respond to either,” he replied warmly. The comment made me blush. If he looked into my eyes at that moment, he’d see more stars in them than the night sky. I bit my lip to stop the idiotic grin from spreading across my face.

He’s your professor, get a hold of yourself.

“How can I help?” he asked, bringing me back to the original reason as to why I was standing in front of him without a cash register between us.

I cleared my throat. “Um, I was wondering if it was possible to see you outside your normal office hours? I usually work the morning shifts and I don’t want to flood your emails with my questions.” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You can come to my office at whatever time works best for you. I know balancing a work and school schedule can be hard. Besides, I’m usually there handling paperwork anyway.” He gave a small shrug, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you so much. I look forward to the rest of the semester Professor Reid.” I liked the way his newfound honorific rolled off my tongue.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Professor.” With that, I left and headed out to meet Tony.

I was able to find him at the food court. We got some food and chatted more about our classes as well as life outside of school. He made it easy to be his friend, and it was nice having someone to talk to. He works as a waiter so we shared our customer service horror stories and tales of sneaking food at work. It was a nice distraction that took my mind off of Dr. Reid and the ongoing battle of calling him Doctor or Professor. As Tony rambled, my mind wandered about other things I’d like to call Spencer instead.

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In that short span of two weeks, we already had an exam, an oral presentation, and a report on the psychoanalysis of serial killers. Not one day had been wasted, but this is what to be expected from a summer course. The essay was due the day before. Now we had to wait for our grades which gave us a moment to take a breath.

I was worried that my paper was subpar; especially since I chose to write about Andrei Chikatilo, a serial killer from Ukraine. He wasn’t as popular as those in America, so I ended up spending hours on deep research to find substantial information about his crimes. It also didn’t help that some of the original reports weren’t in English. I had worked hard, and hoped Professor Reid would see that, even if my writing could sometimes be a little weak. I was worried about the grade as our research papers held the weight of 20% of our final mark.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Anyone in there?” Hazel’s voice pierced through my worry bubble, her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head, trying to focus on restocking the coffee beans.

“Sorry Haze, I’m thinking about this class.”

“Funny you say that; your favorite professor just walked in. Thought you might want to take his order.” She wagged her brows at me, making kissy faces as I hurried to the front register, trying my best to not let my eagerness be so glaringly obvious.

There he was, in his usual handsome glory, patiently waiting for me to take his order. He greeted me with a small smile that I happily returned.

“Hey Doc, what can I get you today?”

He debated for a moment before saying, “Surprise me.”

“Gotcha.” I already had an in my head; it’d been a while since he asked me to make him a random drink so I’d had plenty of time to plan. We got an early shipment of ingredients for our fall-themed drinks and I figured he would appreciate some pumpkin spice in his caffeine. “How are the papers coming along?” I asked casually as I rang him up.

“Pretty well. I’m almost done, so you’ll all receive your grades later today.” Wow, that was fast. I wondered if he stayed up reading all those papers to be done by today. Probably not, a TA must have helped him.

“I am a bit nervous about mine, especially since it’s worth a huge part of our final grade.” I really wanted to get an A in this course, but it was hard juggling everything in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he reassured. “I haven’t properly finished yours yet but it looked great just from what I’ve seen thus far.” His words gave me a little reassurance.

“Thanks. I put a lot of effort into it. Let me grab your coffee now.” Spencer walked towards the pick-up station while I grabbed a venti cup for his drink. Just when I was about to make his order, I saw another familiar face come up to the register. “Tony, hey!” I shouted, placing the cup back down, “What can I get you?”

This was the first time he’d been here, despite him saying for the past few days that he’d stop by for a visit, even with the promise of a cake pop if he did. It was nice to see another familiar face.

“Hey coffee girl, how you doin’ today?”

“Just peachy. My feet are killing me, though.” Just saying the words caused the ache on the soles of my feet to spike higher. I thanked my lucky stars I was almost done with this eight-hour shift.

“Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet, I promise you won’t regret it.” he offered boldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d joked about taking me out. I laughed, especially since he had a girlfriend. She met us for lunch one day and we became fast friends- she was an incredibly sweet and intelligent girl, polite and elegant as well. It is a wonder how his frat boy charm won her over but opposites attract, I guess.

“Shut up, Casanova. What are you gonna have?”

“I’ll have a grande iced matcha latte, please.” I should’ve known. He told me that he loves matcha flavored food and drinks the first time we grabbed lunch after class. He had complained that there was no good place to get one on campus.

“Coming right up.” I quickly filled his order since it was faster to make compared to the pumpkin spiced latte. I handed him his bribe-cake pop, matcha flavor of course, while he waited for me to finish making his drink.

“By the way, we’re still studying at the library for the exam later tonight, right?” Tony asked.

“Yup, I’ll meet you at 8.”

“Copy that, see you later coffee girl.” He turned to leave while I turned to make Professor Reid’s order. I put extra whip cream and a bit more syrup to satiate his sweet tooth. I grabbed a fresh chocolate muffin from the display case and popped it into a bag for him as well, drawing yet another pun on the good doctors bag. “Thanks for being such a TEA-rrific professor!”

“Here ya’ go Doc,” I called out before placing his drink and muffin on the counter. I looked up to see him no longer smiling. “Is everything okay?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh yeah, we study together once in a while.” I could have sworn I saw his frown deepen before his features became void of any emotions. He shifted his eyes downward, his hand moving rapidly to grab the cup.

“I should get going.”

“Oh, okay” Before I could say goodbye, he was already halfway out the door.

That was weird. I looked at the counter and noticed that he left the cupcake behind. Maybe he was in a rush?

I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on making it through the last couple of hours of work.

●●●

I made my way to the classroom, smiling at Tony as he pulled out my seat for me. Professor Reid walked in a few minutes later, his tall figure drawing all the attention to the center of the small stage. He let us know he already graded the papers and that they would be distributed by the TA before the end of class. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach but decided to brush it off and pay attention in class. Despite my attempts to focus on his lecture, I found my mind wandering every so often anyway.

I couldn’t help but think he was less animated today. Usually, he taught with such passion that the class couldn’t take their eyes off him. But today, it felt as if we were all in a boring seminar with an ancient professor. Tony kept glancing at the clock, probably also wondering why time felt like it was going by so slowly.

I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling the entire class. It didn’t help matters that every time I would raise my hand to answer a question, he would call on another student. What the hell did I do?

I decided to tune out the rest of the class. There is no point in being an actively engaged student if I wasn’t going to get treated like one. I’d just get the notes from Tony later.

Thirty minutes before the end of class, the TA handed out our essays while Professor Reid wrapped.

“Some of you did very well, while a few others struggled with the assignment.” His eyes landed on mine as he said that. It was the first time he had glanced in my direction the whole class. He moved on to the other side of the room. My mind was probably just playing tricks on me. “If you have any questions you can see me at my office hours next week or send me an email. You are dismissed.”

The TA finally made his way over to me, handing my essay in a slight fold. I looked at the grade on top and almost dropped the paper. My heart sped up as I stared at the letter in bright red ink. No way, no way this could be my report. I looked at the right-hand corner and saw my name at the top. I read through the first page and saw they were indeed my words.

How the fuck was it possible that I got a D on this paper? I knew my writing wasn’t the strongest, but a D?

“How you’d do?” Tony asked. For a moment I forgot I was in a room with other people.

I cleared my throat, trying to relive the lump so that he didn’t hear the croak in my voice. “Umm, not what I expected. I’m going to try to speak to him about it.” Tony was a smart kid, so I was sure he could see how tense I was. Luckily he didn’t question me any further and instead told me he’d text me later before leaving the classroom.

Fortunately, there were no other students in the classroom to slow me down this time. I walked right up to the podium, watching as Professor Reid placed some papers in his satchel.

“Professor, I need to speak with you.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” he replied, not even bothering to glance in my direction. This can’t be real. The sweet, kind Doc could not be the man acting like a total asshole right now.

“I really need to discuss with you my paper,” I pressed, raising my voice a little louder in an attempt to get his attention. That was wishful thinking on my part since he continued to fiddle with his satchel.

“I said I’m busy,” he uttered once again, his voice void of any emotion. He was about to walk past me, ignoring my whole being. His blatant disregard made my cheeks burn, and not in the usual way they usually did when I was around him.

“Spencer,” I barked, “We need to talk. Now.” For a few moments, he stood in front of me, his back facing my direction.

I was about to speak again before I heard him say, “My office. Half an hour.” He exited, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. The only things keeping me company were the fuming feelings swirling inside me and the failed paper clutched at my fist.

●●●

I knocked on his office door ten minutes earlier than he’d told me. The anger in my gut brewed hotter the longer I waited. As soon as I heard a “Come in,” I rushed through the door, slamming it behind me. He regarded me coolly, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“What can I do for you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” I walked up to his large desk, not bothering to take a seat in the chair in front of me. I took a moment to calm myself down before replying.

“Well, you can start by explaining to me why I got such a low score on my paper.” I guess he didn’t like being the only one of us sitting down because he stood up and leaned against the wall behind him.

“It did not meet the requirements for a passing grade as outlined in the rubric. The information given was boring and the overall topic was uninteresting. It was tedious to get through,” he responded nonchalantly, like he was giving me a weather report.

“You said that you enjoyed it so far.” I rebutted, placing my hands on the desk. I needed something to offer me stability so that I wasn’t visibly shaking.

“I’d mistaken your work for another student’s. Maybe Mr. Montgomery,” he dryly clipped.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I put the puzzle together. Was- was he serious? Was this man acting like this because of Tony? The audacity! The laugh that bubbled from my lips must have unsettled him. He left his position from the wall in favor of standing in front of me.

“You want to know what I think?” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing, “I think you’re jealous that I have another guy that isn’t you getting friendly with me at the shop and because of your inability to keep your---“

“That is enough,” he grounded out, shaking his head. But I didn’t stop talking.

“--private feelings away from your professional ones, you decided to give me a failing grade. Do you know how hard I worked in-” my voice rose up higher and higher until I was yelling.

“I said that’s enough,” he said again, louder this time. But I wasn’t done.

“-this class? This is my life, my fucking future on the line. I’ve told you how important this all is to me and you don’t even give a shit! You’re going to let your interpretation of my relationship with another student influence the way you do your job? And here I thought you were a decent man, Professor.” I hissed, “Do you even give a damn abo-”

“Enough,” he roared, slamming his hands on the desk and caging me against the wood. His breathing was matching the upbeat pace of my own. His quick movement and the sheer volume of his voice caught me off guard, effectively silencing me.

“I don’t deserve to be punished over your envy,” I whispered, locking eyes with him in a steady gaze.

“You want to see a real punishment, darling?” he hissed, the heat of his words almost breaking my glare, his breath fanning along my face.

We stared at one another for a while, neither of us willing to be the first to back down. The tension between us kept rising and rising until the inevitable happened. I couldn’t be sure who made the first move but before I knew it, our lips collided with a mix of rage and desperation. My arms draped around his neck as he pressed me on to the desk. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up high enough until I was perched on the cool wooden surface.

Spencer’s lips were soft, a stark contrast to the harsh way he was kissing me. His tongue parted my lips, gliding over mine with fervor. I couldn’t help but moan as he rolled his hips into me. He continued his rough grind, keeping my legs open as we moved as close together as our bodies would allow. He overwhelmed my senses- the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Everything was making me absolutely feral for this man.

I never expected the gentle Dr. Reid to be so fervent, so sensual. The kindhearted, sweet professor who regularly drank his weight in caffeine never gave me this impression. But then again, I’m sure he was shocked by my attitude as well. He knew me as the friendly, bubbly barista, now student, who enjoyed his class. He was about to meet a whole new side of me, just like I was going to for him.

Spencer pulled away from me, our mouths making an audible ‘pop’ sound from the sudden separation. I tried to catch my breath as he stared at me, our chests rising and falling together. If I were to move a bit closer to him, we would be touching once again.

He took a few steps back before motioning me to step in front of him. “I want you to get down on your knees. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, mainly because I wanted the exact same thing he did. I kneeled down, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You going to shut me up, Professor?” I teased, feeling powerful, even though he was looming over me. He didn’t reply, just continued to look down on me with those honey colored eyes- full of lust and rage.

I watched as he slowly placed his hands on his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons. He drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, just low enough to reveal his impressive size. My mouth salivated at the sight of his bulge as he came closer to me.

“We’re going to put that smart mouth to better use. Open.” He said, gripping my face between his fingers, forcing me to follow his orders. I opened my mouth slightly, not giving him exactly what he wanted. Instead of ordering my mouth to open further like I expected, he placed his thumb inside. He pushed the digit deep, pressing it against my tongue. I moaned around the finger, softly nibbling at the skin. He continued to slide his finger within my mouth before dragging it out completely. He wiped the excess spit on my cheek before lightly smacking it. The small shock of pain sent a shiver down my spine.

“Open, and do it right this time.”

I obeyed, opening wide enough to accept him into my mouth. My lips were stretched almost uncomfortably in an attempt to fit around him. He was so hot and thick, I couldn’t help but hum at the taste of him on my tongue. The soft “fuck” that fell from his lips had me purring around him. I went to place my hands on the remaining portion that couldn’t fit, but he batted them away.

“You’re using only your mouth.”

Fine, have it your way, Sir.

I placed my hands behind me as I bobbed my head, hallowing my cheeks with every rise. His shallow thrusts encouraged me to suck harder. I slowly pulled away to run my tongue against the vein protruding on the underside of his cock. I was rewarded with a groan escaping his lips.

“I should have known that you would be so good at this, darling,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to control his grunts.

I made sure to look in his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. The face he made was purely angelic. The muscles of his neck protruded more evidently and his breathing became more labored. I placed him back in my mouth, this time taking my time to go down on him.

“That’s right, Princess. Show me what a good girl you are for me.” He moaned as I felt his hands weave in my hair before he pushed my head down on to him, causing me to gag around him, tears pricking my eyes. He continued his thrusts into my mouth, barely allowing me a chance to breathe. My nose repeatedly touched the base of him as I swallowed around his hard length.

Spencer tightened his fingers in my hair and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The pace was brutal, but I enjoyed the rough treatment. Knowing that I was the one making him feel good was such a turn on. He buried himself deep in my throat after a few more thrusts to finish. I swallowed his release like the greedy brat that we both now knew I was.

He eventually pulled out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. I swiped the back off my hand across my mouth to clean off any leftover spit and cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I did so, rubbing the ache in my knees as I slowly rose. “I want you bent over the desk,” he continued.

“I want you to answer my previous question.” I quipped.

“You’re not in the position to be making commands,” he growled. He wrapped his fingers in my hair again, pulling just roughly enough so that I was looking up at his face. “If you want this to end well for you, I suggest bending over my desk before I stuff my cock in that bratty little mouth of yours again.”

He released me, eyes still on my face waiting for me to follow through on his order. I turned to his desk and did as he asked, bending over the wood until my chest laid flat against the surface. I waited as patiently as I could for him. It felt as if I was in this position for an eternity before he touched me. He pushed both my underwear and skirt down to my knees before placing his hands on my hips. I heard it before I felt it- the smack on my ass that caused me to yelp.

“Fuck, Spencer. What the—” I was cut off with another resounding smack.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to give you a real punishment, darling?” I took a deep breath as another shiver went down my spine. He had no business sounding so hot right now. Another smack, this time on my opposite cheek, had me biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“This” *SMACK* “Is” *SMACK* “What” *SMACK* “Happens” *SMACK* “To” *SMACK* “Bratty” *SMACK* “Little” *SMACK* “Girls” *SMACK*. A sob ripped from my chest as the last blow landed. My ass was on fire and surely littered with his hand prints.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood since you sucked me off so nicely, or I would have made that worse.”

Gee, thanks.

“You look like such a dirty slut like this.” I felt a finger enter me easily, the wetness gathered there making my entrance ready to take him. “So wet. Was it the spanking that got you like this, or your mouth around my cock?” A moan was my only reply as he added another finger, the two digits moving in a scissoring motion.

“Are you gonna be my sweet girl, now?” He asked as I moved my hips along his fingers, desperately trying to seek some more relief for the fire burning between my thighs as his mouth littered marks along my thighs. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving me as he curled his fingers, a slow moan falling from my lips. He pulled them out of me, wiping the slickness against my still burning ass. Fucking bastard. I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would grant me a reprieve and put his fingers back inside me. Instead, he spanked my ass one more time- one quick, sharp blow against the bruised cheek.

Just when I was about to yell at him, he placed the head of his member against my entrance. He moved up and down my drenched entrance before penetrating me in one full thrust. I took a short breath in, trying to get used to feeling so full. He was stretching me out in the most amazing way.

Spencer waited until I was grinding against him before he pulled out and pushed back into me. “Look at you, such a wanton little bitch aren’t you?” He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

He kept a steady pace, making sure to grind into me every time he slammed back in. The obscene sound of our skin smacking against one another’s and the moans escaping our throats was an erotic symphony that had my body heat raising the temperature in the room.

He hitched my leg on top of the desk, entering in an angle that made the pleasure so much better. I couldn’t stop the whines that kept escaping my mouth every time he pounded into me. His hand stayed upon my leg, holding me down and limiting my movements. His nails dug into the skin so harshly I was sure there would be bruises left in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he hissed under his breath. “Should have known you just needed to be fucked like the cheap whore you are.” He sped up, hips snapping at an almost punishing pace. The desk creaked every time he slammed into me. I hoped no one was nearby to hear what was going on. A whine left my throat when I felt his fingers rub against my clit. I was so close now.

“Should I stay inside you? Fill you up so you walk around campus carrying my child?” He growls, his pace increasing with each passing moment. “Knock you up so the whole campus knows what a whore you are for me?” He asks, earning a cry ripped from my throat.

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunted. I don’t know how he expected me to form a coherent statement at this current moment. My eyes could barely stay open at this point.

“Spencer, please.” He smacked the outside of my thigh.

“Try again, who’s fucking you?”

“You are, Doctor.” Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because it earned me another smack on my thigh. I had tears streaming down my face from the pleasurable pain he was giving me.

“You have one more chance or else I’m not letting you come. Now, who’s is fucking you?”

“Professor Reid!” I cried out.

“That’s right darling. Now come on my cock.” A harsh bite on my neck was the ultimate push that had me seeing stars. Spencer thrusted a few more times before fully sheathing himself within me.

He slumped over me, the feel of his breath against my neck causing me to shiver once more. We took a moment to have the high leave our body before he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving the both of us. Spencer was the first to break the silence between us.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, his voice a bit shy.

I giggled at his demeanor. A few moments ago, he was fucking me senseless and spanking me over his desk like a porno, and now he was asking me out to dinner.

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “But I should probably cancel my study plans.” I quickly added.

He led me to the faculty bathroom so I could freshen myself up. When I emerged, he was back to being the prim and proper professor I knew him to be. Just before we left his office, he leaned down and whispered, “By the way, you got an A.”

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