#learning from everyone he can to do so...

[ramp-it-up]

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Summary: Bucky's not the boss of you. But what is he?

Word count: 2.2 K

Pairing: Congressman Bucky Barnes x Teacher!Reader

A/N: I saw Thunderbolts*! Definitely on my Bucky bullshit for a minute. Just block me now. Or, read, respond, and reblog! Love you heauxes! This is connected to Charm, but can be read alone!

This should have no spoilers of consequence.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. All mistakes my own. Smut! Teacher Reader, Congressman Bucky, Protective Bucky, feral Bucky, dom Bucky, Bucky with the dirty mouth, reader tries to be a brat, but well, Bucky, kitchen sex, wall sex, allusion to nipple play, f receiving oral, and anal, raw p in v, praise kink, SIZE KINK, after care, the "what are we" discussion, tiny bit of the Sargeant kink, nicknames Charm and Baby, also Boss, kinda. Basically pwp.

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Bucky flew in because you weren’t taking care of yourself. 

There were too many late nights grading papers, too many skipped lunches to tutor your students, and too many weekends you couldn’t make it up DC because you were giving time to everyone but yourself. You were overtired, cranky, and out of groceries.

When Bucky called, you told him you were going to bed early and would shop after the pancake fundraiser in the morning. Then, because you couldn’t help it, you reminded him he wasn’t your boss.

Hell, he wasn’t even your boyfriend.

That was the problem.

You and Bucky met, fell in lust, flirted on the phone, and hooked up once (several times) during a whirlwind weekend in DC. You hesitated just as hard as he did to put a label on things, but tonight, your feelings were in the way. You hung up on Bucky with a lump in your throat, curled up on the couch, and passed out at 5:16 PM.

At 9:06 PM, you woke to the sound of your front door opening.

And there he was, Bucky Barnes in a Brooklyn hoodie, grey sweats and a scowl on his too-handsome face. His hair flopped into those gorgeous eyes chaotically and your heart beat double time when you saw him.

He had bags of food, a backpack, wine, and righteous indignation.

“How did you get here so fast?”

“Sam gave me a lift,” he muttered as he pushed past you to the kitchen.

You stood by your open door, frozen, blinking as reality caught up.  

Winter Soldier. Congressman Barnes. Besties with Captain America.

Oh, right. That guy.

You closed the door and shook your head as you followed him inside the apartment that he’d never been in before, but was now taking over.

He complained about you running yourself down as he unboxed the food and watched you eat like a hawk, then ran you a bath.

“Yes, Boss,” you replied to his back as he retreated into your bathroom. 

How did he know the layout of your place? You shook your head again, laughing, because of course he did. When you stood to clear your plate, Bucky took the dishes from your hands.

The standoff began. You glared. He glared harder.

You, because he wasn’t the boss of you, him, because you’d sassed him for caring. The problem was that his glare was sexy as hell and now you were wet.

Bucky read you and chuckled, then his eyes dropped to your body in your zip up hoodie, tank top, and short shots, then back to glaring at the saucy look on your face. 

“Oh, I’ll boss you, Charm. Don’t even get me started.” 

You felt the heat rise to your face but…you couldn’t help it. You wanted to push him, because you knew why he was so grumpy. He was concerned about you.

And very, very horny. 

It had been a month since you’d seen him in DC. 

On anyone else this possessiveness would be annoying, on Bucky, it was so damn cute. But why? 

What claim did he have on you?

The bulge inside his sweats was so enormous it looked like someone stuffed a giant sausage down there. Yikes. You’d almost forgotten how massive he was. You wanted to tease him because there was something empowering and fun about having him entirely at your mercy. 

“How, Congressman? How exactly will you boss me?” 

Bucky cocked his head, challenging you with his devil-blue eyes. 

“You want to know how?” 

His jaw was clenched and he looked almost dangerous, staring at you in a way that probably intimidated most people. It just got you wet. You were not scared of James Buchanan Barnes. 

He was your Bucky.

So you just shrugged and cocked your eyebrow at him as he set the dishes down and leaned against the counter, his t-shirt clinging to his sculpted chest; his grey sweats tented.

You crossed your arms against your hard, aching nipples and cocked your hip as you silently continued to sass him.

“Well, I’ll start with that smart mouth. Gonna kiss it until you’re hotter and wetter than you already are, Charm. Then I’ll peel off your clothes and suck those gorgeous nipples of yours until you’re squirming and maybe, possibly, I'll give you my thigh to grind on and get all wet with your slick if you’re a good girl.”

You shifted and Bucky smirked, but continued, his eyes on each body part as he reeled off filthy promises.

“I’m gonna hold you down, take my time playing with those sweet tits until you’re almost cuming, but not quite.”

Bucke remembered how responsive you were when he sucked your nipples, and in fact jacked off every day to a tit pic you sent him. He was making a mess in his pants because he knew you were making a mess in yours.

He was relentless in the mission of your ruin.

“Then, gonna take my time licking my way down that hot body to your sweet pussy and eat you out until you cum on my tongue. And my fingers.”

Then his eyes flicked to yours, those ethereal blue eyes making you gasp.

“M fucking starving, Charm.”

Poor baby, you thought, and then remembered you were trying to be a brat. Bucky smiled at you and then focused on your shorts again.

“And with every cute little tug that your pussy does to try and take my fingers deeper…Did you know your pussy does that, Charm? Pulls on my fingers and my cock so sweet, fuck, I need it.”

Bucky's voice broke. He cleared his throat and continued. 

“For every spasm of that cute little cunt, I’ll play your clit to make the pleasure last longer, so you’ll come that much harder. And longer. Until you beg me to stop.”

You were trembling, knees weak, trying not to moan. He watched your thighs press together and grunted, but he kept going.

“I’ll get you nice and wet and ready for me to fuck you with this big cock that is aching for you.”

Bucky reached down and lewdly grabbed himself, your eyes riveted. 

“Gonna fuck you in every position, until there’s no part of you I haven’t tasted and possessed as much as I fucking want. You’re gonna feel it in your soul, Charm."

God he was so damn smug.

"And then, Baby, you’ll sleep. All. Damn. Day. Fuck the fundraiser. I’ll buy the pancakes.”

Bucky met your shock with a self-satisfied grin. 

“I’ll work on my policy briefs and packets while you rest, tomorrow, and Sunday, we’ll go grocery shopping and stock the place before I get on the train back to DC.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, thinking of a plausible argument against what he just said. Everything but the sex part.

You held your finger up for him to stop.

“Give me a minute.”

You tried to regain your composure. You were wet. Very wet. Your panties and your shorts were clinging to you and your heart was beating fast.

Bucky’s eyes lit up when he saw how flustered you were, and he leaned closer, murmuring into your ear as he crowded you back against the island, caging you in with his strong forearms.

“You like my dirty mouth, don’t you, Charm?” 

He nipped your earlobe as you whined in response. 

“I see you. You love how hard I am for you. You want to grab my cock and feel it, I can see that. I know you’re already wet for me. I bet if I slid my fingers inside your panties right now, you’d be all soft and wet and juicy like the sweetest plum in the world, isn’t that right? You’re just aching for me to eat you real good and make you cum, aren’t you?” 

God.

Yes. 

You thought it, but didn’t say it. You just couldn’t articulate words at the moment.

“And I’m going do all of what I said, Charm, but I think that right now I need to fuck you on this counter top.”

Bucky stepped back and pulled down his sweats and you saw the dark allure of him, a good nine inches, thick and dripping pre-cum in time with it’s own heartbeat making it throb. Bucky’s hand took himself in his grasp, and the pulsing almost purple monster looked beautiful encased in the rare vibranium. 

You appreciated this small dark tower and the dusting of dark hair at it’s base and you don’t know why, but when Bucky pulled his shirt up and pinned it with his chin as he stared at you and stroked, but you got so much wetter.

That’s a lie. You knew exactly why. 

“Take off your shorts and panties. Now.”

You scrambled to comply as Bucky advanced on you and lifted you on the island with one hand while simultaneously lining up with the other. His eyes rolled when he actually felt how wet you were for him.

“Good Lord, Charm. Fuck, it’s been too long.”

He said it as he looked down and tortured you with the head of his cock teasing your clit and the slick on your pussy lips. He looked back up at you, those blue eyes almost feverish.

“I- I didn’t stretch you out with my fingers. But I need it, right now, Charm. Do you want it too?”

You pulled off your top and threw it somewhere behind you. You started pulling your nipples and speaking your filthy mind.

“Don’t need your fingers’ Sarge. Fuck me with that…. whooooooohhhh my goddddddd!”

Bucky slid inside you as you spoke and the stretch had your pussy pulsing when he wasn’t even halfway in. The feeling was indescribable and you couldn't believe that you were cuming almost instantly.

You both looked down at your cream almost immediately leaking out and frothing around his big, red, pulsing cock as he pistoned slowly inside you. You both moaned and closed your eyes.

Bucky grabbed your neck to bring your head back up from lolling back on your shoulders as your pussy pulled him in with your orgasm. He batted your hand away from your breast and started pinching and rolling it, elongating your pleasure.

“I think we’ve lost the plot here, Charm.”

He said it through gritted teeth as he slapped into you and sped up incrementally.

“I told you that I was yours. And I assumed that you were mine.”

You croaked, “You know what they say about assuming…”

You still had a little brat in you. But Bucky took it as a challenge. His hands moved to pick you up, separating your asscheeks as he fucked you against the wall now. Your eyes were rolling from the feeling of vibranium in your asshole.

“I get the ass.”

“Take it, Bucky!” you were gasping for breath.

“Thanks for the invitation, baby, but it’s already mine. Isn’t it?”

You were cuming again, or you’d never stopped as Bucky pounded you hard against your kitchen wall. Pots were rattling in the cabinet, and you were afraid glasses were going to break until Bucky hit that spot.

And then you didn’t care anymore. 

“Yes, Bucky! It’s yours. I’m all yours.” 

You were cuming all over him at this point.

“Fuck, yes! Mine.”

Bucky’s eyes were black now as he fucked you through it.

“Your sweet cunt is milking me… fuckkkkk.”

Bucky came, adding to the moisture levels between your legs, and he buried his head in the juncture of your neck and your clavicle as his climax hit with a guttural moan. You managed to grab his head and make him meet your eyes, both of you dazed.

“Let me see you Bucky.”

Bucky looked at you, pupils blown, lips parted in awe.

“You’re my guy,” you whispered. “Am I your girl?”

Bucky smiled at you, and then grimaced, another pulse of semen spurting out of him.

“You’re my Best Girl, Charm.”

He kissed you as both of you trembled with aftershocks. After he caught his breath, he walked you out of the kitchen into the en suite, where your bath was waiting. Your combined fluids were running down your legs. 

Once there, he let you down slowly and held you until you were steady on your feet, then, he helped you step into the bath.

You looked up at him, eyes heavy.

“You coming in?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, tempted, but he had a mission.

“No, relax, enjoy your bath. I’ll shower and then clean up the kitchen.”

Bucky leaned down and kissed your forehead as he placed your robe and a bottle of water where you could reach it. Then, he grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower. You enjoyed the view of him taking a shower as you got clean, then dozed in the warm water. You felt yourself be lifted and placed in your bed, warm and wrapped in your robe. 

And Bucky Barnes. 

Around 3 am you stirred, and turned in his arms to see Bucky watching over you, never tired.

“Time to make good on your promises, Boss.”

Bucky’s eyes crinkled, but then he pouted a bit.

He was so freaking adorable.

“That’s not my name.”

You smiled at him.

“Bucky. Baby. Boyfriend.”

“That’s better,” Bucky grinned as he parted your robe, his gaze hot down your body. Then he looked back up at you. 

“So much better. And you’re the boss. Because it’s my job to take care of my girl.”

[99sunflower]

Some wonder why do I have so much compassion for Tony Bourdain. In one of my past life’s I knew Tony soul.

Unfortunately I didn’t had the chance to bump in Tony in this life time. Tony in a past life was a religious person.

He did something similar in this life , travel and show others we’re all the same but in different countries with different forms of speaking. This time it was being filmed by a crew.

My heart broke when Tony passed. He passed just like I did in one of my past life’s.

In life we need to learn from the pain we have caused to others. My was hearing how Tony passed. Because in one of my past life’s I caused the same pain. Making others wonder what could have changed there minds from causing harm to themselves.

Everyone in some form need to learn from there karmic cycles. In order to learn you need to re-live the same cycle until you break the cycle.

Only people in India or Asian countries who understand past life karma or past life regression can explain the cycle. I don’t agree with most because I believe someday all the religions will connect into one and someday everyone will be kind to each other.

“But maybe that’s the point…”

[zorosangell]

PLSSSS CAN YOU DO A DRABBLE ABT READER LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON KATAKURIS NECK AND FACE AND HE DOESNT KNOW he just shows up to work or wtevr w kiss marks all over him and everyone is too scared to tell him, then somone finally tells him and he comes home and reader is just laughing at him LADKFALSDOTFIAHTOAHSDKLGJADG

⛥ﾟ・。 lipstick

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- you manage to corner katakuri right before he has to go, stealing some kisses before sending him on his way. little does he know you've taken the time to mark up your territory. sadly, he learns the hard way.

cw: fluff, comfort, gets a bit spicy, dad katakuri, katakuri is katakuri, their dynamic is so adorable, he is twenty-six, you are twenty-five, soda is two, you and him are so in love<3

a/n: sorry i did a bit of my own spin on it <3 i can totally write another version tho i liked ur idea anon

"Love," Katakuri started as he entered your shared room, hair dampened and towel hanging loosely around his hips as he padded toward his closet. "Do you know what happened to my boots? They're not where I left them."

With a hum, you glanced up from your book—which you were reading while cuddled in the pillows—scrunching your nose in an attempt to push up your reading glasses.

"Huh? What did you—"

The moment you caught sight of him, all will to finish your sentence went completely out the window, along with the recipe book you were so enraptured in.

'GOD-DAMN.'

The girlish flutter in your chest made you practically swoon, an almost dreamy sigh managing to slip past your lips.

The sheer beauty of your husband never failed to amaze you.

Sure, it was common knowledge to nearly everyone in Totto Land that the Sweet General was an honest-to-goodness knockout.

The women of the sugary archipelago often came to the agreement that he was among the handsomest of the Charlottes, and even those who had seen his mouth could admit that he was still quite the looker—you'd spoken ad nauseam about how much you believed it amplified his attractiveness, despite his fervent denial.

But for you to see him here?

In your house... in your room... as your husband... looking as delectable as he did right how?

Dampened, mussed hair, which caused a few water droplets to drip and slide down the broad, muscular ridges of his back.

Abdominals carved out of solid marble, accentuated by his dewy, freshly-showered skin and swirled tattoo.

Slightly miffed expression, which forced his lips to curl in a half snarl as he rummaged through his perfectly neat closet.

Perfectly tapered v-line, which was followed by a certain trail of soft, dark, pink hair, the surprise a few inches below just barely hidden away by a tantalizingly thin towel.

And he expected you to go about business as usual.

Please.

You'd seen him naked more times than you could count, but somehow, he had a way of making every time feel like the first time.

"My boots," he repeated, completely oblivious to your ogling as he continued his search. "You think Soda took them again?"

His words went in one ear and out the other, your body already forcing you off the bed as you carefully removed your glasses, resting them on your nightstand.

It was as if you were entranced, unable to look away as his muscles flexed with each minute movement.

"Kuri~" you purred, sing-songily, as you slowly began to stalk toward him.

At your tone, he froze, eyes going wide as he kept his back to you, making sure his face was still hidden in the closet.

'Shit.'

Instantly, he began running through any and every possible scenario, frantically searching for something he must've forgotten to warrant such a tone—in his hunt for his shoes, he had failed to notice that you had come off as teasing rather than scolding.

Birthday?

'(XX/XX). Not today.'

Anniversary?

'Just passed.'

Doughnut stash?

'Closet compartment's still intact.'

Internally, he cursed, sadly unable to pinpoint what he'd done wrong.

'Dammit.'

"My love... have I ever told you how handsome you look?" you smiled, sweetly, as you wrapped your arms around his sinfully narrow waist, resting your head against his spine.

At your anti-climactic statement, he let out a relieved sigh, ignoring the stinging tinge of blush that rose to his cheeks as he stood up straight, turning to you.

"Too many times," he half-heartedly joked, taking your hand and bringing your knuckles to his lips, muffling the hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

But you noticed nonetheless, a faint pout rising to your lips at the sound.

"Is Soda asleep? I need my boots."

Flippantly, you shrugged, slowly sliding your hands up his chest as you slowly pressed yourself against him, already beginning to nestle into your special spot at the column of his throat.

Stomach aflutter, he attempted to resist—barely—strong hands grabbing onto your hips in hopes of prying you off.

"(y/n)... I have to leave in ten minutes..."

"You will," you purred, nibbling on his lobe as your fingers threaded through the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer. "Just give me a minute to feel my husband."

Fuck.

You knew exactly what button to press.

Smoothly, your free hand traveled from his waist to his abs, tracing each toned divot with a feather-light touch, before slowly moving down toward his towel.

"I need to..." he trailed off as you undid the towel, leaving him exposed to you.

"Need to what?" you asked, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. "Leave me alone... leave me cold?"

Against every logical thought screaming at him not to look at you, he did so anyway, breath hitching sharply at the sheer dilation of your pupils, which were blown completely wide with lust.

It was intoxicating... and it was all because of a little shower.

Every fiber of his being wanted to give in, to stay home instead and spend the night giving you all the attention you were begging for.

But his brothers were expecting him in thirty minutes, and it already took twenty to get there—

Without warning, you leaned in, hand sliding back down to his chest as your lips ghosted over his, just barely kissing the length of his teeth.

"I need you now, Kuri... please," you pleaded, the words coming out with a slight whine.

That, paired with your large, beautiful eyes staring right into his soul, and he was done for.

Who was he to say no to you?

"Dammit..." he huffed, his thick arm quickly wrapping around your waist, effortlessly hoisting you off the ground and scooping you up bridal style. "Five minutes."

Elated, you let out a gasp, happily wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Promise!" you nodded, honestly.

But, before you could say anything else, you were tossed back onto the bed, the force causing you to bounce right into his chest as he climbed on top of you.

"EEK! Kuri!" you squealed, unable to dim your smile as your hands braced themselves on his shoulders, his arms already back around you as he pulled you in for an impossibly firm kiss.

"So spoiled..." he muttered against your lips, hungrily. "Gonna be the death of me, woman."

Disbelieving, he let out an amused sigh, not at all surprised by how easily you'd gotten your way.

Charlotte Katakuri was whipped, so much so that he wasn't even sure the word no was in his vocabulary when things came to his sweet, little wife.

His sly, little wife, who had him wrapped around her manicured finger.

Though, if he was being truly honest, he wouldn't have it any other way.

BONUS !!

"Katakuri," Oven greeted with a smirk, eyes rolling over his older brother as he steadily approached. "Fashionably late, I see... that's quite unlike you."

"I got held up by some business," your husband answered in a cool monotone, expression neutral, as it always was when he was out of the house.

At that, Daifuku snickered, though he was quick to cover it up.

"We can see that..." he chuckled, eyes flicking around his brother's face. "Riveting endeavors, I'm sure."

Confused, Katakuri raised a brow, coming to a halt as he finally reached them.

Why the hell were they acting so weird?

"I take it you and (y/n) are still going strong," Oven continued, thoroughly amused as he nodded to the general's face. "Y'know... given the schmutz you've got on your—"

"Everywhere," Daifuku finished, both his and Oven's snickers now impossible to ignore.

Now even more lost than before, Katakuri glanced down at himself, a dark shade of crimson burning its way onto his face as his eyes blew wide, completely mortified.

In his rush out the house, he had failed to realize that the entirety of his chest and stomach was littered with lipstick, smudged and practically everywhere from your impromptu makeout session.

Even his face—which he'd have noticed right away if he'd taken a moment to look in a mirror—was completely marked, some even having found its way onto his lips during your game of tonsil hockey.

And his wild hair only further sold the look, the poor man looking as if he'd just stumbled out of a red light district.

"Not.a word of this... to anybody," Katakuri growled with murderous intent, gaze locked in on his two younger brothers, who were practically in the floor with laughter.

"I gotta say, the look works!" Oven bellowed, heartily, wiping a tear from his cheek.

"Yes, (y/n)'s got nice taste. The shade compliments his skin quite nicely," Daifuku nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest. "Bring out the terrifying glint in his eyes."

With a tired sigh, Katakuri turned his arm to mochi, using it to wipe off the stains as he stared into the distance, ignoring their persistent barbs.

Sure, he wouldn't live this down for a long while, but if he was being honest...

It was completely and totally worth it.

[bxnfire]

love island ft. suguru geto

loveisland!suguru who wouldn't truly be all up on you, but would conveniently be near you on games, and even if he wasn't always loud about it, everyone would just know he was into you

loveisland!suguru who is one to get you thinking, fireside heart to hearts wouldn't be something rare with him. he'd make you voice things you'd never said to anyone, and if anyone in the villa, or in your life, makes you feel seen, it's him

loveisland!suguru who is determined. first coupling? you. would he like to switch it up? no, but thank you for asking. boys village with new girls? they all know about you by the end of it all. if someone were to walk away from what you two have going, it'd have to be you

loveisland!suguru who progressively gets bolder. on the first dates he was just fun, flirty, casual. later on though? hands always on you. he would somehow find the way to give you little papers with compliments or poems on them, just to let you know you're always on his mind

loveisland!suguru who isn't outwardly jealous. no, he doesn't fight the others when they try to get your attention, and if he happens to see you enjoying yourself he won't mention it, but you best believe he's undermining them with his wit, making them seem stupid. they might get riled up, but please don't blame suguru, a gentleman just likes to keep what's his, no?

loveisland!suguru who loves cooking/baking dates, and dinner dates. as for the first, he likes messing around with you, but at the same time demonstrate that he could take care of you if you so desired. besides, if some chocolate syrup gets on your chest, well, who's he to let you walk around dirty? sure, maybe he didn't have to suck it right off you, but a gentleman is a gentleman, no? as for dinner dates, he'd like to learn your favorite foods in a nice, elegant place. of course he likes long table linens for the aesthetics! not because he gets to finger you under them without anyone noticing, curling his digits to that sweet spot that makes your eyes tear up, and testing how much it takes to break your composure, of course not! never that

loveisland!suguru who loves hideaway nights. he truly shows the extent he's willing to go to please you, and he does it rock fucking hard. desert? no thanks, why stuff himself with cakes when he can get his dose of sugar between your thighs? movies? sure, so long as you're both covered by a blanket, and his dick covered by your soft, plush walls. shower? of course! he'll even let you choose if you'd like to get pounded into from the back where you can feel his breath on your lower neck and his swollen tip hit your g-spot, or if you'd rather he hold you up and thrust into you so hard you can't even make cohesive sentences, and it sure doesn't help when he chooses to suck on your nipples as he has his way with you. sleep? well, some people like to count sheep, but you soon learn that suguru prefers to count how many times yo cum before you can't no more, or so you think, upping his count every night he gets the chance

loveisland!suguru who may have been skeptical about this all, but genuinely, the second he saw your smile, he knew he'd do anything to make it happen again, and again, and again, until you were as crazy about him as he had always been about you

[ryker-others]

Small moments with them (Astral Express and Stellaron Hunters)

It's digging through trash cans with Caelus and Stelle. While it can sometimes be disgusting, they seem to really enjoy it. They come up to you with a small smile and show you the things they found in the trash cans, regardless if it's just some trash or something neat. Truthfully, it's not the object that they found that matters. It's how happy they seem when they show it to you and the small joy they get when digging through trash with you.

It's taking photos with March. It doesn't matter where or what's happening, she always has her trusty camera ready at any moment. Each photo telling a story of it's own. From the first time you two met, to your visit to Penacony, she has captured it all. At any moment, she could just pull you close and smile up at the camera. She probably has hundreds of photos of you two at this point, but she doesn't care. Each photo with you holds a precious memory she'll always remember.

It's reading late at night with Dan Heng. When the Astral Express is finally having a few moments of peace, you get moments like these. The usually quiet Dan Heng will go on and on when you ask him about something in the archives. To share the data there, it makes it all feel worthwhile to gather the information. His voice is so calming as he reads and explains the data to you. It's only when you fall asleep does he stop talking and lets you rest peacefully.

It's drawing and creating ideas with Welt. He's always happy just listening to you share your ideas and talk about what you might be drawing. He might even draw your ideas too! He'll give you his input on your ideas and appreciate them, and he shares his with you too. Once you're done, he'll share the winding complexities of his own ideas as he draws them out for you to see. And before you two have to leave, he gives you his drawing as a token to remember the occasion. A drawing that just so happens to include characters similar to both of you.

It's making coffee with Himeko. She loves making coffee, and will make you a cup without you even asking. Her coffee certainly doesn't suit everyone's taste, so it might not suit yours, but don't worry! She understands and would love for you to show her what kind of coffee you like. Sharing a cup of coffee together in the mornings are the times she enjoys the most. Partially because of the coffee, and partially because it's a nice calming time to chat with you. Once she learns how you like your coffee, you'll wake up in the mornings with a fresh cup waiting for you.

It's trying on coats with Kafka. Sometimes it's an outing she takes you on where you'd end up buying coats together, and sometimes she'll just drape one over you when you least expect it. Each coat is very high quality of course. When you're just relaxing, she comes out of nowhere and a coat made of the finest velvet is delicately placed atop your shoulders. She gave a small laugh and just delicately adjusted the jacket. When she'd catch you not wearing it, she'd ask you about where it was and if it was still in good condition. Strangely, the jackets she gives you always seem to have her scent that envelops all your senses the second you put it on.

It's playing games with Silver Wolf. To her, it doesn't matter what game you play, she will already have mastered it and be ready to play with you. If it's a team game, it's basically impossible for you to lose if you're on her team. If you're playing against her...yeah, good luck. Though she always seems so relaxed when playing on her own, she always pays much closer attention when she's playing with you. Not because she needs to focus to win, but because she's also watching what you're doing. Every so often, she'll chime in with tips on what you can do, even if you're playing against her. And the one day she actually lets you win, she brushes it off at first as her not paying much attention, but has a small smile anyway.

It's simply sitting with Blade. It doesn't seem like much at all, but it means more to him than you think. He's distant to most, and not always in the best mental state, so simply having the presence of someone nearby brings the smallest bit of comfort to him. You don't have to be interacting with him, just simply be near him. The mara strikes get the better of him at times, but with you near him, he feels that deep settled mara calm ever so slightly. The amount of pain and agony having built up over so long fades, even only for a fleeting moment. It isn't much, but he holds onto those moments of peace. That's when it becomes a habit of his to just come near you and sit. He doesn't say anything, just sits, but you're helping him more than you may ever know.

It's stargazing with Firefly. She lives for the small moments like this. With both of you looking up at the sky, full of twinkling stars and appreciating the beauty of this wonderous universe, she finds herself feeling incredibly calm and serene. The Stellaron Hunters keep moving, following the scripts to perfection. It's because of that, she keeps these still and quiet moments in her memories. Under these same stars, she's stood with past friends, and will stand with more. Yet right now, she just wants to stand with you. There's this soft smile on her face and a light in her eyes that reflects those stars. She looks between you and the stars with that smile, and lets the quiet night sit. There may come a day where you forget this night, but she could never. When the day comes that both of you eventually part ways, she takes comfort in the fact that the stars will remember this moment together.

[evil-fact-checker]

First, the Chomsky quote often referenced (“ChatGPT is high-tech plagiarism; it avoids learning instead of promoting it”) is more of a philosophical jab than a nuanced critique. Chomsky is defining “learning” in a very specific, human-centric, generative grammar kind of way. He’s not wrong that LLMs don’t “learn” like people do—but people don’t always learn like people should, either. If you're Googling every five seconds and never internalizing anything, are you really learning? ChatGPT just mirrors that with a slicker UI.

Now to mossghoul: there’s a deep irony in their post. They're lamenting the loss of writing ability, self-expression, and reading comprehension… in a block of text that reads like an angry screed from someone who hasn’t actually spent time seeing how people use LLMs creatively. They reduce every use case to laziness, when the reality is a lot more complicated.

Sure, some people are using ChatGPT to avoid doing their homework. That’s always going to happen with new tools. But others use it to get unstuck, to explore tone, structure, or clarity, or as a conversation partner for sharpening ideas. And what about people with dyslexia, ADHD, or ESL learners? Or working-class users using AI to bridge education gaps? Not everyone has the luxury of treating writing as a sacred rite of passage.

So yeah, is ChatGPT about avoiding learning? It can be. But so can textbooks, tutors, and even professors, if you approach them as shortcuts instead of scaffolding.

The original tweet was about visual arts. people not wanting to put in the hard labour of becoming an artist

Ah, that gives it even more bite—because visual art, like writing, demands time-consuming skill-building, but the AI shortcut feels more dramatic there. You go from years of life drawing and color theory to typing “sad frog in a surreal neon landscape” and getting instant results. It's no wonder traditional artists feel like something essential is being skipped—or stolen.

Chomsky’s critique (and mossghoul’s spin on it) hits harder in this context. Visual art has long been a domain where labor and suffering are part of the mythos: drawing until your hand cramps, studying anatomy until you hate shoulders, developing a style through endless frustration. The idea that you can bypass all of that with a prompt feels, to some, like cheating—not just practically, but spiritually.

That said, there’s a dangerous elitism brewing in mossghoul’s framing. Not everyone has the time, health, or money to spend 10 years mastering oil painting. And what do we say to the 15-year-old making weird AI collages on their phone and learning composition from it, even if it’s not “real” art?

The deeper problem isn’t AI per se, it’s the cultural demand for constant output and aesthetic polish without time for learning. The real tragedy isn't that people use AI to make art. It’s that people think art is only worth doing if it looks already finished, right away.

I suspect we'll be losing more than we're gaining with you ChatGPT

You’re not alone in feeling that loss might outweigh the gain. There is a real trade-off here, especially when speed and ease start replacing deep engagement. Chomsky’s comment—about AI being a way to avoid learning—is not a luddite’s tantrum. It’s a warning about what happens when tools are used not to amplify human creativity, but to replace the effort that builds it.

[willowpains]

miami gp

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

-latina actress reader is invited by the miami grand prix since she has a movie coming out soon, part of the pr moves, since everyone and their mothers are there

-she has an option to bring a plus one so she brings Drew with her

-internally, he’s pretty grateful since he knows how attractive all the drivers are, and how flirty they can get

-they get to attend friday, saturday and sunday, making ton of appearances and having fans on the edge and learning everything about this f1 world

-forget about drivers being the talk of the weekend, it’s Hollywood sweethearts y/n and Drew

-feeding fans online with all the social media appearances in every team account

-having lots of little clips from fans out there filming you two walking around the hospitality and paddock, while the cameras are not rolling, how you two are curiously looking at the cars, the track, everything

-Drew sneakily taking pics of you with his film camera, because he’s always in a daze about how you shine everywhere you go

-both of you getting to meet most of the drivers, and you fangirling a little (big reveal to the internet btw, who knew you were a little bit of a fan?)

-your pr team stealing you away from Drew to film and do dynamics with some drivers, while he hangs around and stays behind the camera

-Drew having to breathe and count to 10 while he watches the drivers fall enchanted to your charm and personality

-some fans asking you guys for selfies and autographs at the hospitality during race activities

-Drew’s jaw tightening while he watches photos of you being taken with drivers, and how they stand too close to you for his liking, how their hands touch you lower than necessary as you hug goodbye, how their eyes twinkle with something he knows too well as they look at you smiling, and how they cannot seem to look away from you even as you’ve walked off

-he doesn’t even want to get near the spanish speaking drivers, he didn’t even know a lot of them could even speak it! since when?

-the camera panning to you looking concentrated and then smiling and waving at the camera at a certain team garage, Drew a little behind you.

-some drivers inviting you to the celebrations and parties for the night after the race, Drew having to fake a smile, holding the urge to roll his eyes at their attempts to charm you right in front of his face.

-you celebrating and jumping into Drew’s arms at the excitement of it all, and him just smiling, cause at the end of the day, you two are there together having fun, and there’s no other thing he loves more than seeing you happy

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I saw the chance to mix f1 and latina actress reader and I took it, AND I LOVE IT!

tell me your thoughts, and as always, requests are open, and I’ve been freakishly motivated lately<3

[mirai-lunar]

- Variant Sickness -

Invincible Variants x Fem Reader! Sick scenarios with some other random thoughts sprinkled in.

Includes: Sinister Mark, Omni Mark, Mohawk Mark, Veil Mark (Shiesty Mark), No Goggles Mark, Viltrum Mark

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Dark Themes, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Sinister Mark

-He’s unhinged, but does care in his own way.

-He would prefer it if you at least enjoyed some of your time with him. Doesn’t have to be all the time though.

-Will always carry you normally. Typical hand on back and under legs whenever he picks you up. Won’t carry you any other way so don’t ask.

-Ironically, he does not like when you cry. For any reason. 

-If someone was the cause of your tears then they’re dead.

-But if he was the reason you’re crying then he’ll feel a pang of… something.  

-“Stop crying. I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” 

-This roughly translates to: “Calm down. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

-He’d wipe your tears away with his gloved thumb. And once you calmed, he’ll go back to his normal behavior. 

-Which is inconsistent. Some days he’s cold and distant. Other days he wants your attention solely on him. 

-He believes he deserves it. After all, you’re his. 

-Won’t admit when he’s wrong. Ever.

-If you end up sick, you won’t get any special treatment from him. He expects you to be able to take care of yourself. 

-If you end up really sick, like bedridden, he just gets...quiet. And looks at you with a frown. You have no idea what’s going through that head of his. 

-You’ll have to tell him to take you to a hospital to get help, and he will. He can’t help you, so someone else should. It’s the one time he’s sensible. 

-Well, kinda.

-He’s not above threatening anyone that tries to touch you, including the doctors that are trying to help. 

-You quickly learn that maybe it’s better to not visit hospitals. That looming presence of his puts everyone, including yourself, on edge.

-Once you’re better, things are back to normal.

-He’s an okay conversationalist. It depends on his mood. Talks with him are usually brief and straight to the point. If you ever ask him why he kidnapped you, he’d have a cold smile before responding.

-“Why? Because I love you.” 

-That makes you frown. You are unsure of his definition of love.

Omni Mark

-Typical hand on back and under legs carry. He’s very gentle whenever he picks you up.

-He hates when you cry. It bothers him a lot. 

-The last thing he wants to do is upset you. If he’s the cause of your tears then he’ll frown before apologizing. If not, then he’ll comfort you.

-He doesn’t demand your attention, but he does enjoy it when your attention is solely on him. 

-He’s a good conversationalist. You can talk to him about anything and he has some type of input.

-Can be terrifying at times though. You’ve seen him fight before, and he’s ruthless. That keeps you up at night.

-How someone can be so uncaring towards others, but gentle to you is mind boggling.

-If you question him about this, he’ll respond simply.

-“Don’t worry about that. Just know that I love you.” 

-How comforting.

-He speaks his mind, but will refrain from telling you everything he thinks. He likes when you see him in a positive light.

-He’ll admit when he’s wrong, but what he says normally has a reason behind it. So it’s difficult to even determine when he’s ‘wrong’.

-Whenever you fall asleep at a table or on the floor at night, you’ll wake up in your bed in the morning.

-If you end up sick, you’ll have to assure him that you’re fine. And he’ll take your word for it. 

-Will still keep a close eye on you though.

-“You’re not eating.”

-You looked up from your food when you heard his comment.

-“Oh. Well I forgot to mention I can’t smell anything. Or taste anything.” You mixed the soup with your spoon. “I think that has something to do with the cold. I should be fine though-”

-“If you don’t eat, I’m taking you to get some help.” 

-You quickly finished your food. 

-You'll also get special treatment from him while sick. Lots of check ins, and soft kisses. 

-You try to push away from him so he won’t get sick, but he seems unbothered. 

-“I doubt I can catch anything you have.”

Mohawk Mark

-Carries you normally, but you’ll be thrown over his shoulder a lot when he’s in a rush. 

-No warning on his part either. You could be in the middle of something important and he just grabs you.

-Loves when you compliment him. But why are you complimenting him anyway? His ego is big enough.

-If you end up sick, he’ll be kinda rude about it. 

-“Could you sneeze somewhere else? I don’t want whatever the fuck you have.” 

-You’d frown before responding.

-“Can you even catch what I have?”

-He isn’t risking it. It’s the one time he wouldn’t kiss you. You could have a simple cold but he’ll treat you like you have the plague.

-If you end up even worse, fever sky-high, he’d panic.

-Shit Shit Shit!

-Best doctors he can find, along with a little threat sprinkled in.

-“If she dies, I’m killing every single one of you.”

-You get better. And scold him afterwards.

-“Stop threatening people Mark, those doctors were just doing their job.”

-“Just making sure you were a priority. Also a thanks would be nice.”

-Always speaks his mind. Always. 

-He’s a pretty good conversationalist. He actually has some sense in that head of his once you filter out all the crazy.

-He demands your attention a lot. However if you call him out on that, he’ll deny it. 

-Don’t pressure him into admitting anything. You’re usually met with a snide remark or an eye roll if you do. 

-He won’t ever admit that he’s wrong. 

-Also you have no privacy. 

-“Hey, where’d you put my- Stop screaming it's just me. Where’s my suit?”

-”Mark! Bathrooms are locked for a reason! Get! Out!!”

-He says that it’s all about him. But he does value your opinion.

Veil Mark (Shiesty Mark)

-Loves your smile. When you smile, he smiles. Though you can’t really tell when he’s smiling-

-How he carries you depends on your mood. It’s usually the typical carry, but if you’re lazy he’ll offer a piggyback ride. 

-If you can’t reach something, for example something high on the top shelf, he’ll grab it for you. But sometimes he’ll just lift you up and you can grab it yourself. 

-He’s a great conversationalist. Loves to talk, so you can ask him about anything. If you’re friendly with him, then a lot of playful banter would ensue. 

-“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You jokingly ask him. He’d laugh before responding. 

-“Fuck no.”

-Always speaks his mind. 

-If you end up sick and you brush it off as nothing, then he won’t worry about it. He’d still help you out though. 

-But he wouldn’t kiss you.

-“No offense but I don’t want anything you’ve got.” He’d tell you. You’d either frown or agree with him. 

-Now if you’re really sick? He’s concerned. 

-“Oh fuck, you’re not looking too good. You okay?” He asked you.

-“Yeah…just feeling under the weather. I need to sleep it off.” 

-“You slept all yesterday too. Let’s at least get you checked out.”

-You get special treatment from him when you’re sick. Though he’s probably not the best at it. 

-“Thanks for the soup,” you told him. As you put the spoon in your mouth your face went blank.

-“Is there something wrong?” He asked. You smiled. 

-“The middle is ice cold.”

-Whoops.

-Well he’s trying, so you can’t be mad at him. 

-Once you’re better it’s back to the usual routine.

-He’ll admit when he’s wrong. It’s not a big deal for him at all. 

-Loves when your attention is on him. It’s a huge ego boost. If you ignore him though then that’ll leave him upset. 

-All he wants is just some of your attention, is that too much to ask?

No Goggles Mark

-Carries you normally when flying, but is open to trying new things.

-Occasional piggyback carry when he’s not flying, and you can even sit on his shoulders if you want.

-Loves when you laugh. It’s his favorite thing about you. If you rarely laugh then he’ll try to make you laugh more often. 

-If you refuse to laugh though, that’ll leave him sad. 

-“Awww, you never laugh. Am I really that bad a boyfriend?”

-“You kidnapped me….?!” You reminded him. 

-He knows. He just thought you’d be happier by now. 

-He loves to talk, so he's the best conversationalist. Always speaks his mind, and talks to you about everything.

-Though you may not be able to get a word in edgewise before he decides to do something. 

-He desperately wants your attention. You’re his favorite person after all. If you ignore him too much, then he’ll act out.

-He’ll probably fly faster so you’re forced to grip his neck tightly. Or he’ll do something heinous so your attention is solely on him. 

-So give him attention to prevent these things. 

-If you end up sick then he’s concerned for you. Special treatment? Yes. Lots of kisses and lovey-dovey stuff like that. He doesn’t care if you're contagious. 

-If you’re really sick…then he panics. 

-If you’re in his world, then he’ll probably ask his dad for help. If you're in your world, then that’s a guaranteed visit to the emergency room. 

-Speaking of his father, Omni-Man doesn’t really like you.

-“Mark. You should have picked someone more…compliant. She’s a distraction.”

-“I think she’s great! You just don’t know her well enough yet Dad!” 

-Anyway, he’ll admit when he’s wrong. He knows he’s not always right. 

-Also quick to apologize too. He doesn’t like when you hold grudges against him. He loves you too much. 

Viltrum Mark

-Carries you normally. Hand on back and under legs. It’s effective, so why change it? 

-However, if you ask him to carry you another way then he might consider it.

-He loves when your attention is on him. Whenever he has your undivided attention, it always leads to other things. Whether it be some honest conversations or just some passionate romance.

-He’s a good conversationalist with you specifically. Normally he doesn’t talk a lot, but that never stops him from speaking his mind. He will always speak his mind. 

-He’s just more action-oriented. Prefers to hold you against him and kiss you more often than he says he loves you. 

-It’ll be difficult for him to admit when he’s wrong, because he's pretty adamant. 

-But if you bring up some good points in an argument that even he can’t overlook, then he’ll consider your words. 

-Any sign of sickness from you, I mean just a cough, and it’s off to visit the doctors. 

-Especially if he took you to his world. Viltrum has amazing healthcare, and he’s not risking you getting sicker. 

-If it’s on your world then you’ll still have a hospital visit, along with a remark from him about how incompetent the doctors are here. 

-“I think you just scared them,” you told him. You vividly remembered how he floated slightly off of the ground before leaning in to speak to one of the doctors face to face. That specific doctor left the room with pure terror in their eyes. “You can be pretty intimidating.”

-You rarely end up bedridden, because he normally notices the symptoms right at the beginning. But on the rare occasion that you’re really sick, then he’ll be worried.

-He’ll do a good job at hiding that fact though. You could feel like you're dying and he’d have the most calm expression before speaking to you. 

-“You’ll be alright. Just trust me.”

-That’s pretty comforting to hear.

-Once you’re better, you’re under a lot more scrutiny from him. He needs to make sure that never happens again. After all, he loves you.

~

I wrote this while sick. Hm, wonder where I got my inspiration from…

[hedwig221b]

Hii, odd ask but do you know of any Sterek fics where it has Stiles and Jackson friendship? Or just anyone else that isn’t Scott or Lydia 😭 I love their friendship with them but I just love to see him having like a special bond as well with like Jackson, Erica, Cora or even Peter lol I feel like I don’t see it enough.

thank you!!

Okay, but isthatbloodonhisshirt got me addicted to Stiles & Jackson dynamic, I actually adore it when they're besties. They have a lot of stackson brotp featuring fics, so check them out

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This by isthatbloodonhisshirt

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!” Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her. “What?! What was that sound?!” “You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder. “Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!” “Mike,” she argued. “Who’s Mike?” Scott asked. “Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise. Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve. Or- The a/b/o bakery au with feelings

Turn the lights (turn the lights down low) by whentheywrite

"I’m not jealous.” “You are so totally jealous!” Once more, the red eyes were snapping up and Stiles’s breaths stalled in his throat. Carefully, he stepped forward, uncrossing Derek’s arms, and the man whined again. “Derek, what do I smell like?” “Wrong.” “Yes, but what do I smell like?” “Not… mine.”

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?” The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad. But she answered anyway. “Mischief.” Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted. “Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile. “I don’t understand.” “You will.”

Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.” That was a bad word. Not found. Have. Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment. One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by Nerdy_fangirl_57

After the whole ordeal with the nogitsune Stiles struggles with proving to himself that he can be good again. He starts learning to control his spark in hopes that he could be helpful to the pack once he manages to channel it's power. Everyone thinks it's a great idea and are willing to help him anyway they can, but Scott, Scott doesn't see the point in it. It's not like Stiles' tiny spark could ever be powerful enough to be an actual asset to the pack. Stiles just wants a chance to prove himself.

Small Town Logic by Renmackree

Derek Hale is the new Deputy of Beacon Hills, hoping to have a fresh start for himself and his son Eli. What he didn't expect was the owner of the coffee shop to turn his existence upside down. Or The one where Derek's new to town and thinks that Stiles is in a relationship with Jackson and pines for him.

[masterlist link]

[liobits]

I feel like people who grew up with the Prequel Trilogy/TCW/KotOR/etc. don't really get the vibe that the Force had when it was just the OT.

The Jedi weren't comic book superheroes. They didn't have strictly codified superpowers. They weren't like X-men mutants, manifesting uncontrollable powers at a young age that they had to learn to tame (this one is more of a fanon issue than anything). They weren't all flashy, constantly yeeting themselves and objects around during combat.

The Jedi were just weird space mystics. The Force was a relatively subtle power (mental nudges, good intuition and reflexes, a little empathy/precognition, some telekinesis). It made sense that someone like Han or that one Imperial guy in ANH could doubt the Force, because for the most part Force abilities weren't on blatant display.

The fact that Vader could toss stuff around during his duel with Luke was a serious show of power. Luke managing to use the Force to jump out of that pit was impressive! Yoda lifting an X-wing was the sign that he was an extremely powerful master of the Force! Everything Luke did in RotJ (which wasn't much compared to what every Jedi and their dog can do in the PT and beyond) was to show off how much his mastery of the Force had blossomed.

In that context. In the context where it was the sign of being a powerful Jedi that Luke could jump extra far, and levitate C-3PO, and do mindtricks and remote choking. In that context...

The Emperor's lightning came as a complete surprise! It came off as significantly more unnatural than all the other uses of the Force we'd seen before! We all thought Vader was really powerful, but here's the Emperor immediately standing out as The Most Evil Space Wizard. The guy so evil and so powerful that he can twist the Force enough to make lightning from his hands for the sole purpose of causing pain!

Post-PT feels like it's lost a lot of that awe, by pulling the power floor for average Jedi up too high. Like, Luke's achievements in the OT are baseline Jedi abilities (or below), instead of the sign of a being a powerful Jedi. It's real "when everyone is super, no-one will be", except canon responding to raising the power floor by pushing up the power ceiling, giving characters like Vader progressively bigger feats to keep up, and suddenly Palpatine's lightning is just whatever, it's just another Force superpower. It's a "higher level" one than most but... not that huge of a deal.

It's wild that Chirrut Îmwe seems closer to what an average Jedi as painted by the OT would be than what we got in the PT.

Pulling back around to the top skit... there also wasn't a division of Light/Dark in the Force in the OT. There was the Force and the dark side of the Force. Not the Dark Side of the Force as a unique entity. The dark side of the Force like how there's politics and the dark side of politics. You fall to the dark side by giving in to the call of power, of hate, of hurting people to get your way, of twisting the very fabric of the universe to your dark purposes. Like how the dark side of politics is bribery and fraud and cover-ups and lust for power/money.

So there's no "good guys have this power, bad guys have that power". There's "this is something you can do with the Force, and THAT is something you can do with the Force if your desire to cause suffering is so powerful it manifests physically".

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do you know how Lilia’s UM works? I thought it was just reliving moments from the past but at the end of Book 7 we saw Melanor’s(I’m definitely spelling that wrong) ghost. So is it like summoning things that are long gone? Also odd question but sense Lilia’s UM is back do you think it will be used in Book 8?

Lilia describes his UM in 7-94 and 7-95:

Far Cry Cradle essentially allows him to view the memories associated with an object. Lilia also implies he may be able to filter out the memories if he can learn how to master the spell. He used his UM to help him investigate ways to hatch a dragon egg while on his worldly travels.

I’m honestly not sure how Far Cry Cradle is utilized at the end of book 7??? Like… what object is Lilia seeing the memories of? The memories of the entire castle? And this seems to imply he’s able to project his visions outward so that everyone can see what he does? It’s also unexplained why the Silver Owls and the nocturnal fae seem to be peacefully coexisting and dancing together in the memories Lilia sees…?? Including Maleanor, Leah, and the Dawn Knight?? (Is it from an era of peace between the races, before fighting broke out?? If so, it’s strange the narrative never mentioned this beforehand and that Raverene, a diplomat, isn’t present.) I feel like the ending dance party was written moreso for the happy ending of it all rather than with careful consideration for what this would say about Lilia’s UM and how it works 😭 (Malleus and Lilia do hold hands before Lilia casts his spell at the end of book 7, so... I think the implication was that Malleus was helping out or enhancing Lilia's UM somehow???)

And yeah, I’d say it’s a strong likelihood that Lilia’s UM comes into play in book 8. Other dorm members that have returned in the book after theirs also used their UMs to help out in some way, so following that pattern, so would the Diasomnia students. Lilia’s Far Cry Cradle might actually he super helpful in investigating Mickey or at least the mirror in which he appears.

[erwinsvow]

I can’t stop thinking about Jack or Pope’s reaction to reader wearing a sundress 😋 that’s it, that’s the tweet

😵‍💫imagining this made me a little dizzy not gonna lie. for jack it is somehow so much sweeter since he’s so used to seeing you in the same scrubs and like occasionally a hoodie or the patagonia everyone has (ik you know!!!). he tries to learn about you from the very little things like the college on your pullover, the sports team logo on the hoodie, whatever he can make out from the charms on your keys. and then even after you two start really dating you have to find a perfect time where one or both of you isn’t working to go on a real date, so i can imagine he does that romcom movie stare when he sees you, literally can’t stop looking, wonders how it’s legal for you to wear the same scrubs as him all day when you should be decked out in this all the time. and he is such a lover boy, has a favorite of all your dresses (the one from the first date! a close second is the one you wear at the residents retreat, when some rando was flirting with you and he swooped in and you introduced him to the rando as your boyfriend. randos face went pale and he said oh. dr. abbot. your boyfriend. and the memory of it makes him pleased to this day) also! if you have seen that video where the husband picks out a dress for the wife every anniversary, I think he would do something like that. or make sure that you get time to go pick out a new dress for the anniversary dinner (even when you have kids and he wrangles a crying toddler and fussy twins because he refuses to go on an anniversary date without your new dress) dreamy sigh guys

pope!!!!!! it’s so warm and sunny there I think he’d be used to seeing you in a pretty dress all the time. and I think his reaction is the same every time—comes and keeps a hand around your waist the entire time you’re around other people, doesn’t let go until he’s got you home safely alone and even then he’s so touchy. i think he gets to that point where he likes that he can show you off but everyone knows who you belong to so it’s fine if that makes sense. and especially babysitter or wifey or whatever else we think of for him. especially!!!!!!! this man would have you knocked up like year round so especially when it’s too hot to even think about putting on pants in the summer over your belly. like I think he goes feral when he sees you pregnant in a pretty dress holding Lena’s hand and balancing a toddler on your hip. does that make sense. he’s like ok we need another one pronto

[the-faceless-bride]

Draco Headcannons

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader how your relationship starts and relationship headcanons (very long)

A/N it's been a while so I'm very rusty so forgive my terrible writing.

How your relationship started:

Meeting him unofficially in the first year, you had been talking with THE Harry Potter when little Draco and his two friends came over; he'd begun breaking down and belittling everyone in a group going down the line. Starting with Ron Weasley, picking apart his clothing, hair, and his freckled face. Then Moving on to Hermione and heavily looking down on her muggle born bloodline calling her a "filthy little Mudblood" laughing at her sad expression before his gaze turned to you but then he's stumped.

He realizes that he doesn't recognize you or know anything about you or your family to scoff or laugh at. so with only a gaze he spare you, it's not like you'll be all that important in the future son there isn't any need to bother with you, if you were hanging out with the Mudblood and a Weasley you'd end up with them after the sorting ceremony "you can tell much about a person by their company." is what his father always told him.

After being rejected by Potter Draco made it his mission to pass and destroy Potter and his friends in any way he can. he had been brainstorming on just how to do that when you again fell right into his hands "SLITHERIN!" the sorting hat called out after being placed on your head, almost as quickly as it had when placed on his. Just maybe you weren't as useless and forgettable as he thought. you were 'friends' with Potter and if Draco couldn't get close to Potter to know about him, he would just get close to you. He smiled at his plan and thought about how proud his father would be of him for making it.

From that point on Draco had gone out of his way to befriend you, and while it was mostly just for show the more time he spent with you the more he started to view you as an actual friend then just a tool to get to Potter, however he did still have the issue if looking down on you sometimes. But you had learned not to take it so personally as being around him more showed you it was just a habit of his to look for the flaws in everyone else around him.

By your second year, you had officially been welcomed into Draco's small friend group and Draco had gotten to learn more about you, how you were a second-generation pureblood, what your parents did for a living, where you lived. you weren't too bad, truly the only thing he'd looked down on is how little money your family had compared to him. But then again not many families reached the same high-class status as the Malfoy family.

you and Draco had fallen into a comfortable dynamic; you didn't follow him around like his other two goons. but you did sit with them at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. and did study together and partner up in some classes you had together. it was comfortable. However, when the chamber of secrets open and more danger invades the school, you start to stick to Draco more than in the past, he does take this opportunity to poke at you for being a "scaredy cat" this is where your relationship with Draco takes a turn, and you begin to develop a big fat crush on Draco Malfoy. You would much rather die than tell him or anyone else for that matter, but you do let your crush slip to Hermione who asks you if you had hit your head recently. You had made her promise to never tell a soul about what she now knows to anybody ever or you would make her eat slugs, an empty threat but she got the message.

and by the end of the year, you and Draco had reached letter status, the both of you had started sending letters to one another. and this is when his family first noticed the relationship between you two and although his father and mother were alright with you being friends, they didn't expect it to go any farther than that. his father didn't think someone with little money and status was worth carrying the Malfoy name, his mother however was open to seeing where your friendship lead. over the summer you had also gotten closer to Potter and told Draco about Potters life and plans for the future.

Your third year back is when your little crush on Draco had changed into a blooming love, a burning fire under your skin. You wished for nothing more than to be able to love him and him love your back. You could stare into his silver blue eyes for ages and wished to run your hands across him and burry yourself sweetly in his platinumed blonde hair. you were awed and inspired by him. But you swallowed your feelings down deep inside of you, little did you know Draco had started feeling the same. However, whereas you knew very well how you felt Draco did not. it confused him, he didn't know why he's stomach felt fluttery and why his body felt so hot when he was around you. he didn't understand it, so he chose to ignore it. but he couldn't help but spend more of his time around you, walking to a few classes with you. or just making more conversation with you that wasn't just about the school, classes or potter.

and emotions ran high, and feelings were almost spilt after he was attacked by Hagrid's hippogriff Buckbeak. you'd wished he just knew when to swallow his own pride but of course when it came of Harry Potter, he just couldn't help himself. he had landed himself in the hospital wing a nasty scratch down his arm and ghostly white from loss of blood. you hadn't left his side the whole time which the both of you had secretly enjoyed.

however, all good things must come to an end and your feelings hit a conflict when Hermione, Ron, and Harry had told you Draco had gotten Buckbeak a death sentence and you were caught in the middle of your friends wanting you to cut Draco out for good and your feelings towards Draco. and your budding romance came to a screeching halt when Hermione had not only threatened but also punched Draco and not knowing what to do you didn't follow him when he ran away, you instead stayed behind and tried to save Buckbeak with your Gryffindor friends. which unsurprisingly Draco was unhappy about, so much so that he had started to give you the silent treatment as punishment for not taking his side. he was shocked at just how much it had upset him. And for the rest of the year, he had kept his interactions with you little to none. taking this punishment time to try and get his feelings straight and at least try to get an understanding of why he was feeling the way he was.

Over the summer you had written to Draco every other day. much to his surprise. Even his parent started to take note of how often he got letters from you and how his face slightly lit up when he got the letter. his mother was intrigued and one morning at breakfast after giving him his newest letter from you, which he instantly opened and began reading at the table, why he hadn't written you back, "she took Potters side, this is her lesson." he stated bluntly making his father raise a brown of suspicion.

but coming the fourth year he had decided that your silent treatment punishment was over. and things hand almost gone back to the way things were before. unfortunately, he had underestimated how his absents in your life would give Potter plenty of time to get uncomfortably close to you. much closer than you two used to be. And Draco slightly kicked himself for not seeing that coming. But he had no issue knocking Potter down a few pegs Infront of you. watching Potter sputter on his words looking from you to Draco in embarrassment, but again unfortunately for Draco you had gotten close enough to Potter to start defending hum a little or at the least trying to redirect Draco's attention to something else.

it was at this point that Pansy started to really show herself and try to get close to Draco, and Draco had an idea. He had started going out of his way to spend time with Pansy Infront of you. he still didn't fully understand his feelings for you, or maybe he was just in denial, but he wanted you to put more of your time and every into him. He could tell it got some kind of reaction, the way your jaw tensed, and your eyes slightly sharpened at him and Pansy. but you never said anything. never did anything. but Draco could tell it was getting to you. you'd crack eventually.

but that breaking point never came, because while he thought announcing that his date to the yule ball was Pansy would cause you to crack and finally tell him what has been on your mind and maybe even get a confession finally on how you feel about him. as it would do worders for his ego. (And defiantly not give him the confidence to accept his own feelings and confess.) instead you drop an atomic bomb on him. "Oh. well, that's nice. Harry is taking me as his date. so, I guess I will be seeing you there."

a bit of a lie on your end as Harry and your relationship was strictly platonic as he had grown out of his little crush on you and had already moved on to fancy someone else. but he did agree to go to the dance with you after the girl he fancied already had a date and it saved you both the embarrassment of going to the dance alone. You had worn a beautiful blue and green dress with unique ruffles and a flattering shape. you and Hermione couldn't stop complementing each other's dresses. you were so busy chatting with Hermione that you missed the way Draco was staring longingly at you from afar and that was when Draco fully understood how he felt and how he wanted to be with you. he had finally accepted he was in love. and confessed to you later that night when he caught you in the halls heading back to the dorms.

it was an unexpected confession as he had dragged you away only to stupidly blurt out "I'm in love with you." you both clearly weren't expecting that of all things to come out of Draco Malfoys mouth and he quickly started stuttering and blabbering about how he's always felt something but never fully understood and how he has made the stupid decision to try and make you jealous. and he was thankful when you had told him to stop talking and just kiss you. which he gladly did.

Relationship headcannons:

Draco is all about affection. just not in public. When in public he will stand and sit closer to you and might hold your hand or put his hand on your back to guide you when you two are walking somewhere, but when alone he can't keep his hands off you. He holds you close and refuses to let go. he kisses and smuggles you nonstop. he's very clingy and even when he isn't smothering you in affection he's following you everywhere. walks you to ever class, and somehow, he gets even more clingy when he is jealous and he gets jealous often. especially when it comes to your relationship with Harry Potter.

he loves to shower you with gifts and sweets. he's constantly getting you the newest clothes and jewelry, the prettiest dresses, and is always taking you into Hogsmeade for sweet dates. it's one of the many things you like to do together; you also like to fly brooms together. he had even taken you to get your own broom and played for whichever you liked the most no matter the cost. he's a big romantic at heart but tries to keep the mysterious and careless tuff guy act when Infront of others. but he grows more mature and grows out of it around his sixth year.

Draco is a big nickname giver. if you couldn't already tell. he often uses "Love", or "Darling" when addressing you. but will also throw in "sweetheart" or names that are descriptors (if you have blonde hair, he calls you blondie, or if you have glasses, he'll call you specks, or if you are a mischievous person he'll call you "minx")

he also tries his best to keep your relationship a secret from his parents. they have a very specific and high standard of who they would want Draco to be with, and they would rather set an arranged marriage for him. and being with you would put a pin in their plans. it isn't until your sixth year that your relationship with Draco is revealed. it's a very interesting turn of events that night his family learns of your secret relationship. it was the first time in Draco's life he had actually stood up against his father…

Draco is a good kisser. his kisses are deep and full of passion, and he likes to use his tongue. Draco is used to keeping his 'weak' emotion locked away, but it all comes pouring out when he kisses you; its desperate and needy. sometimes he whimpers if you kiss him back harder than he does you. it's a way for him to let himself go, and it leaves you breathless every time. he yearns for you and can hardly stand being away from you for long periods of time.

Some NSFW

Draco is a switch. he likes being in charge. it makes him feel good and like he's the most powerful man in the world to have you under him. and when he's taking the Dom role, he's never fair. he will tease you till you beg, and he won't give in until you've begged him properly for what you want. he uses his fingers to tease you, and he stays fully dressed until he feels like you've done enough to deserve to see him in his most vulnerable state of dress. when in control after teasing he likes to overstimulate you, telling you how much you need him and how nobody else but him can make you feel this way and makes you repeat his words over and over until you can't for a sentence anymore.

when he's taking the more sub role, he's a big baby. he whines and whimpers a lot, he's a bit of a brat and he will try and demand that you pleasure him. but it's hard to take him seriously with his lips bitten red, his cheeks flushed red, and his hair a ruffled mess. you mostly just coo at him and wipe his hair from his face before telling him "Only good boys get rewards" going back to torturing him. he loves being edged though in the moment he can't help but groan when you pull away from him again making him cry and whine about how unfair you are. he can dish the teasing, but he can't take it. but as much as he hates the teasing and edging in the moment the euphoria in the end reminds him why he loves it so much.

he's also a 11/10 munch. he loves going down on you both when he is and isn't playing the dominant role that night. however, the way he does it, does in fact change depending on his role that night. When he's the dominant that night he licks and sucks slowly. just barley letting you feel his lips on you before pulling away to watch you squirm. but when the roles are switched and he's in his sub mindset he's desperate and gets very messy with his movements. he's prepared to eat until his jaw locks or let you sit on his face until he almost suffocates. he doesn't care. just let him eat and call him a good boy.

[solidcarbondioxide]

I'd like to point out that even for "tech savvy" people, technology is becoming more and more inaccessible. Trying to navigate all the pre-installed bloatware to find what's necessary and what isn't is becoming nigh impossible for the average person, and googling it doesn't always help.

My laptop from 2016 died and I needed a new one. Tell me why of the 1TB of storage it has, about 150GB were taken up upon first start-up? And when you open control panel [which, not everyone even knows what that is anymore] to delete the bloatware, it doesn't show anything that takes up that much space.

Knowing how to make a clean install of windows isn't something most people know how to do, and even people who are at least slightly technologically aware, might be wary of messing with Windows for warranty/Windows key reasons or what not. The more predatory technology becomes, the more difficult it becomes even for people who try to stay on top of it. "Yeah, I can look up how to do it, and understand what it says, but there are so many ways it could go wrong, and I can't afford another device" is an absolutely valid fear, and if even someone who does know what the tech lingo means is unwilling to mess with it, how can the average user?

[No, I don't want to hear how it's easy because you can do it through an ISO, or because it's only the first install that can't be clean and afterwards the key is bound to your Microsoft account. The average, kinda-sorta-maybe tech literate person won't touch that because tech is expensive and not everyone can try it out on an old laptop that doesn't work anymore to make sure they know wtf they're doing. So they'll remove what they can, sigh, and live with the rest.]

My dad's laptop recently threw a BIOS error and loaded up with the requirement for a BitLocker key. His laptop, in fact, most peoples laptops, have no need for that kind of security, and most people won't know that their computer has it activated until it throws an error. If the error hadn't occurred while I was there, there is no way in hell he could have figured out how to find the key, because he wasn't even aware this key exists. I wasn't even aware my laptop had BitLocker activated until his showed that error, because its either not mentioned anywhere, or hidden in the multi-page agreements that you need to accept before being allowed access to "your" device.

And guess what? If this reaches anyone, somewhere out there is someone who considers themselves "tech savvy", who has just found out their new device has BitLocker activated, and they're trying to figure out how to find the BitLocker key because no one told them this exists or that they may want to know how to find it. (Go to aka.ms/myrecoverykey, sign in to the Microsoft account linked to the device, look for the key that corresponds to the first 8 letters/numbers of the Recovery key ID on the device)

And if you followed one of those helpful guides on how to force a local account onto your lovely new win11 device? I hope you also went and found a lovely guide on how to find your BitLocker key/how to de-encrypt your device, cuz guess what? You see that blue screen and your files are gone. (Well, there are ways around it but again, they're not exactly the easiest of methods, definitely not something the average user could manage)

Sure, it's a safety feature, but it's unnecessary for most and should be an opt-in, not a "find out when shit hits the fan"

The more predatory technology becomes, the harder it becomes to be technologically literate.

I was lucky, my first proper device was a Windows 7 that required some tech literacy but was for the most part user friendly, I didn't love the switch to Windows 10 because it became harder to to find the more complex settings, but I learned most of my tech skills on it, moving to Windows 11 and seeing the "simplified, user friendly, easy setup" interface that makes accessing things harder and actively hides settings from the user? It still grates my nerves. I still have issues with the audio settings of all things because for some stupid reason apps set to 0 still produce noise and the slider moves up by 1-5 points automatically. I've pinned the windows 10 volume mixer to my windows 11 devices task bar because I cannot tolerate the windows 11 one and its bs.

Technology becoming "user friendly and easy to navigate" has, in a lot of cases, actually made it harder to understand. I did not get taught what I know about technology at school. I learnt it on my own, because I grew up with tech that still allowed it.

Yes, schools should still be teaching the basics of technology, but at some point we need to realise that technology has become much more inaccessible too.

And that's only the software side of things. Why does all of my laptops RAM come soldered now? Why does opening my device up to clean it void the warranty? Why does the number of ports keep decreasing?

Anyway, this has gotten longer than I wanted, so I'm going to say this one more time and end it there.

Technology has become easier to use on the surface and harder to understand beyond that. Users are being kept away from "settings they may not understand", and it makes it significantly harder to learn as a result.

Me: oh yeah, if you think school photography is hard now, try imagining doing this with film.

The new girl: what's film?

Me: ... film. Like... film that goes in a film camera.

New girl: what's that mean?

Me: ... before cameras were digital.

New girl: how did you do it before digital?

Me:... with film? I haven't had enough coffee for this conversation

[batboopp]

I wonder if it wasn’t just general disinterest  that kept Cass from writing (as she signaled to Barbara with her “blah blah blah” hand gesture)

i mean, I really do love the story where Cass wants to learn how to write during Batgirl 2000 issue 2 after learning that writing CAN, in some instances, carry meaning and be important in communication. But rereading Mark of Cain part 1, when it was revealed David made her kill Faizul, he struggles to write something in his dying moments, whether he was really thinking about it or not.

I wonder if she always carried the memory that writing = pain of some sort—up until Batgirl 2000 issue 2, where Cass experienced John’s wife being comforted by his letter after she was unable to prevent his death. 

I also do wonder if she wanted to learn how to write a sort of “goodbye” letter LIKE John‘s as well, so Barbara and the others would at least be comforted (I.e John‘s wife being comforted by his letter in issue #2) if she ever DID die, as she knew and understood the lengths her self-sacrificing tendencies went to better than most everyone else. 

[howi99]

From the Nest 22

- morning -

Jaune: *sigh, looking at the empty spot where team RWNY usually sit* ... I hope Weiss is alright-

Weiss: *opening the doors of the cafeteria dramatically, then spotting Jaune* ... *Walk towards him, without a word*

Jaune: *wince* Weiss, i'm sorry for what i said yesterday and-

Weiss: *slamming down her palm on the table, looking him straight in the eyes* Jaune, i need you to come with me!

Jaune: *blink* ... Sorry?

Weiss: *sigh* I talked with my sister yesterday; Seems like everything you said was true!

Blake: *rolling her eyes, mumbling to herself* So when the faunus told you it was fake news, but when a human does it's true?

Weiss: *confused by Blake hostility* I don't- that's not- why do-

Blake: *sigh* Nevermind, carry on.

Weiss: I-... *shake her head, looking back at Jaune* I'll cut to the chase; l need to learn how to fight without dust! *Bit her lip* I... I can't, in good conscience, continue to support my father's actions and-

Jaune: *Panicking* Woah! Weiss! You don't have to change your fighting style because of your father! That's suicide!

Weiss: *looking down* But what he does is horrible and-

Ren: *calmly pat her back* Weiss, i know your company as the quasi-monopole of the industry, but there are still others you could buy from.

Weiss: *sigh* Like who? I never heard of anyone else who weren't scams.

Nora: *lighting up* Oh, there's the CDC! They aren't big, but that's where me and Ren bought our dust from!

Jaune: *smile* Oh yeah, those guys! They bought back some of the camps we kept raiding. *Nod* They ain't bad.

Weiss: *confused* The CDC? *Pensive* I... Don't think i ever heard of them.

Blake: The Coal Dust Company is the only dust company allowed to trade with Menagerie. *Shrug* Since most of their clientele are faunus, that's probably why you never heard of them; they aren't competing with the SDC.

Weiss: *pensive* I see... *Shake her head* Nonetheless, i wish to learn how to fight without relying solely upon dust.

Jaune: *sigh* Weiss, i don't know why you think i should be the one teaching you how to fight without dust considering i rely on it constantly.

Weiss: *confused* What do you mean?

Jaune: *removing his boots* Look inside.

Weiss: ... *Sniffing them, turning slightly green* They smell...

Jaune: *rolling his eyes* You don't have to put your nose inside! Look at the fabric inside!

Weiss: *taking a look* ... Gravity dust?

Jaune: *taking back his boot* I can't Jump like any of you; my aura control is atrocious. So instead i use these to be an immovable object. And that's the case with almost all of my fighting gears.

Blake: *frown* But your semblance-

Jaune: *cutting her* My INNER aura control, i meant. *Manifest his aura, reaching all around him up to 2 meters* I'm a master at projecting my aura outward, but inward? *Shake his head* I can heal myself and... *Shrug* that's about it.

Nora: *looking at her leader with a puzzled expression* You smashed Cardin through a table and then literally threw him hard enough to break a SECOND table! How-

Ren: *nonchalantly* Jaune is ripped.

Everyone: *look at Ren*

Ren: ... What? You do realize we change together, right?

Blake: ... *Picking up her notebook* How ripped are we talking about?

Ren: *pensive* Hm... I'd say enough to make Nora or Yang blush.

Nora: DAMN! *Look back at Jaune with a grin* Sleeper build much, eh?

Weiss: *frown* But that doesn't make any sense! Outward manifestation is far harder to master!

Jaune: *Sigh* From what my teacher told me, it's due to the way i unlocked my semblance. *Cutting Nora before she could say anything* And before you ask, i'm not going to say how i unlocked it. Bad memories.

Nora: ... *Smile gently with a nod* It's fine, i understand.

_ _ _

Weiss: *sigh, walking back towards the dorm* Who should i ask? *Sigh again* Jaune's out, i certainly can't fight like Yang, so who-

Pyrrha: Hey, Weiss!

Weiss: *looming at Pyrrha, who was walking towards the gym* Oh, hey Pyrrha...

Pyrrha: *tilting her head* Is everything alright?

Weiss: *sigh* Yeah, i just... I asked Jaune about tips to fight without dust, but that was a bust.

Pyrrha: *smile gently* You still don't want to use dust anymore?

Weiss: *shake her head* They made me change my mind on that, but i still think i should diversify my arsenal, you know? *Chuckle awkwardly* I mean, you don't use dust at all and yet you can kick everyone's butt so easily.

Pyrrha: *shrug* I don't mind helping you out, you know? Showing you the ropes.

Weiss: *frown, looking at Pyrrha* You... Don't?

Pyrrha: *chuckle* Why would i? We are friends!

Weiss: *blink* We... are?

Pyrrha: *confused* We aren't?

Weiss: *shuffle in place* I-i mean, i just... I thought you didn't really like me much. You weren't really thrilled by me being in your team, right?

Pyrrha: *scratch her neck, looking a bit guilty* Well, you were kinda... Intense, before initiation. But since then? *Smile* You never acted as if i was different from anyone else. *Sigh* Honestly, i was just afraid you'd put me on a pedestal.

Weiss: *confused* Why? You're good, but i'm pretty sure my sister could still beat you without problems. Or any real huntsman who deserves the title for that matter.

Pyrrha: *laugh* Not wrong there! *Sigh happily* Anyway, wanna join me for training? Yang's already waiting, but i doubt she'd mind you joining us.

Weiss: *nod with a wide smile* Of course! Let me grab my gears and i'll be right there!