#my big exam happened and then i was too worried about it to focus on writing a proper reply until now

[br-disaster]

Hmmm i don't much know what ships you do or don't ship so.... Wen Qing/Jiang Yanli?

Although I haven't thought about them in a while, I've read fanfiction and I've seen beautiful art of these two together <3 I'm a casual enjoyer, I think

Ship It!

What made you ship it?

Definitely fanworks! Beautiful people creating beautiful art about them <3

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I think there are many possibilities to explore their characters when you pair them together like this (and also when you give them the spotlight!). I love that they can bond over being older sisters and perhaps free themselves of this burden a little when they're together.

And I love that Wen Qing is a doctor when Yanli is at least implied to have some health issues (at least in CQL, but if I'm not mistaken, the book also suggests something like that, however briefly). It makes for a good way for them to meet in AUs or even in canon settings, like CQL, and even grow intimate (since doctor-patient ethics doesn't need to matter in this context lol)

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think it's unpopular for the shippers, they surely spend more time thinking about them than I do, but Yanli doesn't need to be a 'badass' to be with Wen Qing (or anybody else). She doesn't need to be secretly strong or anything.

[hischokehold]

Pretty Please?

older!könig with a pretty girl who won't leave him alone.

"Hello, mister officer." Pretty doe eyes nearly melt in his, tilted up so sweetly just so you could meet his gaze. Arms locked around his, clinging so gently to his biceps like you have been for the past two weeks.

König grumbled, barely taking a glance at you and your provocative outfit, teasing him. "Back for more, little girl? What did I tell you?" He tsks, baby blues barely evading your exposed cleavage pressed up against him.

"To focus on my studies. I am. Swear I am. Aced my exams, don't I deserve a reward?" You hummed, though he found your words rather hard to believe when you were so obviously checking him out.

You've been getting bold recently, haven't you, liebling?

It all started with a simple encounter, really; with König saving your drunken state from a group of men in his local bar. The perfect damsel in distress. He had pulled you by his hip, dragging you to the nearest bench to slip your glittery high heels right back into your feet. It was one of the rare moments where the colonel wasn't in the front lines. Still, he found himself a little pastime, using his influence to do some shady deals in the city's biggest club.

He didn't exactly expect to have such a cute thing clinging to him.

After a few minutes of listening to your rambling, cooing at you, König finally called you a cab and sent you off. A nice encounter, that's all it was.

Until he found you and your little self began throwing yourself at him almost every night, practically begging for his attention. "Just wanted to thank you for last time," You pout, batting your lashes at him. "Can't I do that?"

You could still see the remnants of blues in his knuckles from beating those bastards to a pulp. His big hands pat the small of your back in a reprimanding manner, shamefully reminding you that you were smitten by a man who you met barely a week ago.

"A thank you would suffice, darling."

König stood his ground. He had morals— what little he has left anyways. You're pretty, no doubt about that. He knew he shouldn't be taking advantage of such a fragile girl. But at the end of the day, he's just a man. Surely, you knew what would happen if you provoked him too much with your womanly charms?

"Y'shouldn't be playing around with men like me, little girl." He drawls, accent thick as he lightly taps your soft cheeks. Something clicked in you at the mention of the rather degrading pet name, pupils fully blown as you nodded at his every word, unable to register anything anymore.

An "I like you." comes from your plump, glossed up lips before you could even control it. Your 100th confession this week alone. Many would call you shameless and maybe you'd feel an ounce of it if you weren't so busy eyeing up his bulging biceps through his tight-fitted polo shirt.

He's intense, you think. And he makes you painfully shy.

"Hm?" He tilts his head, and he's so handsome, and gruff, and big that he has your mind spinning around in circles and doing backflips. Soft brows furrow as brutish hands cup your cheeks, lips puckering up into a small 'o'.

The tip of his tongue swipes down his lips while he indulges in the sight. A pretty girl, a young thing looking up at him all stupid and dazed out. Begging for an older man's attention. "How naughty." He tugs you closer, puffing cigarette smoke all over your pretty face, leaving coughing from the sudden intrusion in your nostrils.

He chuckles darkly, lightly patting the small of your back. "Be a good girl and run along, ja?" He flicks his cig to the side, putting its flame out with a stomp.

"N-No! please," you breathe, manicured fingertips finding your way to his belt, slithering along the lines. His eyes never leave yours, darkening as you inch closer to his manhood, leaving you dizzied.

There's hurried chattering in the background, a scantily clad group of three wore worried expressions on their faces, calling out your name.

"Ah, your friends are here, darling." You don't even have time to respond before he's nudging you out the dark alley, sending you off your merry wya but not before giving your rear a little slap.

"And keep that backside lookin' pretty for me."

[lynlyndoll]

thinking of friends to lover w chan.. sorry but I have to do this..

you met him at the beach, he accidentally bumped into you

he lit started rambling w his excuses but you had a smile on your face and when he saw you weren't mad he was smth like "Wait, u aren't mad?". he was so confused😭

but you reassured him that this happens and that it isn't a big deal

he still felt bad, so he got you lunch

you asked him to stay, so you two had a lunch in the beach (pls i want that sm-)

and that's how u got to know each other

hanging out, watching movies etc

before you knew it, you both made a 2 yr old friendship

it was so easy w him. everything was just normal for you both

but things started changing, at least on your part, when it was once raining and you saw a cat freezing outside. even though he likes dogs more, he couldn't let the poor soul there, so he immediately went to get the kitten. he then returned to you and started rambling over how the little guy needs a place to stay, so he said he will take it 😭😭 you wanted to take him as well, but when u saw the look on his face, full of worry for the cat, you gave in

that was the moment u started to feel that you wanted to be more than friends. because he was the kindest person ever. because he always thought about the others in such gentle way.

things started changing for him as well, but you didn't know. he really doesn't know how and when and every other question that he had related to the moment couldn't be exactly answered. but the moment he did realize it was when you, hannah and his mom were having lunch together. he came back from gym and saw the three of you chatting so naturally. obviously, he knew that his family liked you, but the moment where he saw all three, he couldn't stop wondering if this would happen if you'd be his girlfriend.

so, you both started pining over eachother, but without the other one knowing

but, he accidentally revealed it while he thought he was writing to changbin

chan : I can't do this- i feel like im going to explode if I'm not going to tell her, man.

you : tell her what? and who are we referring to?😭

chan : bin, we just talked about it. y/n. tell her that I like her?

you : oh!

that's when he knew he fucked up.

he realized you were the one he texted, so he immediately rushed to his room, locking himself up and throwing the phone on the bed.

you rushed to his bedroom, but saw it was locked. "Chan, it's me.."

he groaned in embarrassment, so you continued. "the texts.. are true, right?"

feeling a little bit awkward to talk to you like that, he opened the door and you sighed in relief. he nods at your question, so you smile "I like you too." is what you say as you hug him

aaaand that's how it goes.. sorry, I am so annoyed that I can't write anything else (even though I want to) as a fic, so I did this😭 I'm so mad (on myself) actually bcs I'll have an exam RIGHT AFTER I GET BACK HOME, on the 6th January.. so I can't even focus on anything else bcs my parents keep bugging me about it. "have you studied?" ofc I did, folks, I'm your child ffs don't yall know me?!😭 anyway, the thing is that I'll try as much as I can to write those Christmas fics.😼

[sparklypinkangel]

reader’s diary entries about johnny…♡

« dear diary…..he is just so handsome!i went to the match tonight with liz,claire and shannon ♡ we had so much fun but i couldn’t focus on anything other than him. i don’t even know rugby’s rules but claire told me he was the best. his focused face was so sexy….i feel so bad,he would never feel the same way about me but a girl can dream! every time i see him at school i want to kiss his entire face »

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«dear diary…i saw johnny at school today,he was talking to bella :(….there’s rumors like they sleep together but johnny never talk about it. i try not to think about it too much. the thought of his hand on her body make me sick. what if he falls in love with her ????? but today at lunch i didn��t talk much,i’m so sad i failed my math exam AGAIN,and he was looking at me all worried and he placed his big delicious hand on my arm asking me if i was okay and all………he is just the cutest. »

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« dear diary….a big fight happened today between liz and gibsie and everyone started hitting each other. a guy accidentally punched me in the face and johny got crazy mad…..it made me want to kiss him . afterwards he was so sweet to me,taking me to the nurse and gently holding my hand…we talked a lot,more than we ever had before,he’s not very talkative. he told me all about his injuries and it made me so sad for him…..he always seems so tense….i could give him a massage if he wanted to ;) »

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«dear diary….i saw edel (johnny’s mom) when i was grocery shopping and she invited me to dinner tomorrow night! oh.my.god ! and johnny was so shy besides her but he told me he really wanted me to come but only if i wanted to. ONLY IF I WANTED TO ? like hello??? ofc i want to,i’m so excited !!!!!! i think i’m gonna wear my new cardigan…..omg what if he kiss me ? i mean there’s no way but WHAT IF ?»

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«dear diary….JOHNNY KISSED ME. yes.he.kissed.me.in.his.car. the dinner went amazingly,his parents are without a doubt the sweetest people ever but what really made the night this lovely was JOHNNY KISSING ME ♡ after the dinner,he drove me back to my house but when i went to leave,he stopped me by my hand and told me (omg) “wait i..i really wanted to tell you that my mom actually invited you today because i can’t stop babbling about you. i really really like you and maybe we could go on a date next weekend after the match…would you,would you like that ?” and let me tell you. i died right there. and then i said yes (obviously )and i even admitted that i’ve had a crush on him for SO LONG (years-) and then he kissed.me. he is the best kisser ever WAY better then my first kiss in 6th grade…anyway..but then my mom interrupted us by screaming me from the balcony to get inside because it was late and i had school tomorrow ? like helloooo? why does school matter when JOHNNY KISSED ME. anyway after the little embarrassing moment.he kissed me on the cheek,wished me a good night and wait for me to come inside before leaving.

i’m so excited for our date and i really hope he’s going to kiss me again. I’M SO EXCITED TO TELL THE GIRLS ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ »

hope u loved it ♡ English is not my first language so i apologize for any mistakes <3

[kaledya]

I'm will mess the order of our conversations but I need to explain how the things happened !

So I was on Youtube, and i saw your post about you wanting to do some dark fantasy/steampunk story on your own world (and it is also my favorite type of book but with more fantasy politics I'm writing in my langage) and I was so hyped for the idea like putting some pom-pom girl outfit or whatever to encourage you to do it!!

Like let's go ! You have the potential and I will watch it all ! (Well not that my support can really help cause I have no influence on internet whatsoever but ahah) I will love it ! Like slayyyy🌸🌸🌸

And then I thought perhaps you had some concept art already on tumblr so I go here and then... IMMEDIATELY was attacked by your gift  and I was not ready. Kaledya *take my hamster* Like the doodles are so sooo cute !

First, Narrator is smooth. Ah ! My crazy baby. Just by the shape of his smile you know its over ahah

Second, Lolicia's second outfit (thanks bg3 again) and just, I just love how calm she looks.🌸 You did her so well, I need to try to do a profile like that for her!

Third, my favorite, the Human Lolicia. So pretty! First the doodles with the big eyes ! I love when you do that with the characters its very adorable. And her human face and the look is so Lolicia i think like soft and... unhinged a bit scary. Love it.

Fourth, Vittorio aaaah. So mischievous. *take my Astarion hamster back.*

Thank you ! I was not prepared! I know I was suppose to be. But I was not ahah. I will gift you back !🌸

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I'm glad you liked the gift ! I will draw more and hopefully get better and better !

And fore the shape-shifting idea of Constantine for justifying differents type of horns is 🌸clever🌸. All questions of people answered just by that!

Also yes thank you, I just play doll with Lolicia's outfit and I justify it by saying its Velvette who makes it ahah

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Anw I like your OCs too! And yes Narrator steal hearts of everyone I saw, good for him ahah ! Oh yes ! I think even if Constantine had a very strict and extreme education, even princes had time to go out with "friends" even if Constantine never really had friends before Serinity he still had guys of his age to spent time with sometimes and they just had a moment to be free a bit. So teen Constantine and Verdelet/Narrator we will see them in the short story !

I saw Turkish people weaponry in museum too! I don't like guns of our times but old riffles like that ? Yes. And don't mention Berserk like its not a trauma manga 😭 ahah

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I love all of your designs I just don't say it all the time but I do!

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I just love when you give all the comments about the chapters, rating about the songs and the ambiance (thank you again i just can't-) and then you just like :

You : So beautiful, I love it but now THE REAL DEAL, I don't fucking care, I want to know ABOUT LOLICIA...

And that just kill me with laugh. Every. Time.

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Also for your exams (that is a damn important part) glad you made it to your first exam ! And for your boss exam just take an armor, focus on shading and proportion and just go for it. Slay! Everything will be okay *pom pom girl movement* Just slap that ART exam in the face.

The villain career just killed me twice ! Honestly, I can write your villain songs no problem. Let me just kidnapped a musician real quick just in case...

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Thank you ! And you will do a fantastic animator once you are in that university of animation you want to be in. I'm not even worry, you have made a lot of progress since your first and last animatics on youtube for exemple, from the positioning of the characters, the dramatic effect linked to the music lyrics, the differents perspectives and the little details in the poses and camera work. So continue to be what you are !🌸🌸🌸

Now I will write !

OMG!!! Do you like the steampunk/fantasy theme too!!?? I'm so glad to hear that!! I seriously love this theme, both visually and in terms of the factors it adds to the story.

Right now, in my mind, the place where the first part of the story will take place will be a city that relies on technology and does not have much magic. Maybe it could be a region with class distinctions, a bit like the cyberpunk universe.

Or a universe where there is a lot of life difference between the nobles (wealthy people) and the Lower class people. in Red Rising and Mistborn While one side lives a rosy life amidst wealth, the other side is drowned in misery.

And did I understand correctly? Are you writing your own story about this concept in your own language??

SHOW MEEEEEE (in niffty's voice)

And THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND YOUR WORDS MEAN A LOT TO ME, THANKS A LOT!!❤️❤️❤️ And it doesn't matter whether you have an influence on the internet or not, you are someone whose work I love very much, it is an honor to be supported by you!)

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YAAAAAAAAAY *gently takes the hamster* I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! I wish I could draw them more now. I love all of them very much, and I love Verdelet more and more with each passing chapter! Lolicia is great as always and not to mention Abaddon. I want to draw him so bad and I'm so excited for Charlie's meeting with him!

*kindly gives the hamster back*

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And definitely! Constantine was someone who thought that there could be alliances in hell, but even those he thought friendship was impossible, this changed with Serenity, but it was a very sloooooow process. Even then, at first, instead of calling Serenity a friend, Constantine says this "she is tolerable or I find her amusement."So it really was a long process of acceptance for him.

And yes! Although Constantine had no friends when he was young, he spent a lot of time with people at his age: his cousins, or other high nobles like Verdelet!

And I read that short story and loved it!!Constsntine's training sequence, the dialogues between him and Verdelet, everything!! I really loved the dialogues and dynamics of Verdelet and Constantine. It was great to read the little adventure between them!!

And I love brothel story arcs for some reason too.Strangely, very rich story arcs can occur in brothels. I always think of the Yoshiwara arc in Gintama, it was a really great arc.

Also, the scenes where Verdelet takes Constantine to the brothel and they live there were beautiful!

Con: These pants are not coming on tonight. *" You dont have my attention "by looking at the brothel*

Verdelet:HAH! I never said anything like that *rips out someone's heart and shows it to Con* We're just going to do a live anatomy lesson" *"well.. you got my attention now"*

The short story was a seriously fun read!

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Definitely! In general, everything that is old seems more artistic to me, even the rain pipes on buildings.

Yes, it was a trauma (experiences traumatic flashback), but on the other hand, it was a masterpiece manga. It was a perfect manga, both in terms of story and drawings.(funny part is, I'm wearing a Berserk t-shirt while writing this part)

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And (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠→of course I will do this, you always bless me in your writing

And LMAO I love Lolicia and your OCs in general. Sometimes I even say, "Damn the general plot, I want to see these characters."Looking forward to Lolicia and Con meeting *getting ready to draw ship fanart*

And all joking aside, I love the designs you chose for your OCs in general and I also love their personalities. They are so fun to read. On the other hand, if you write a story that is told only POW of your OCs Please send it to me, I'll be happy to read it! 🛐🛐

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And thank you very much for the support!!!! I hope I can win by working hard But just in case *prepares rope for kidnapping*

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR KIND WORDS!!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Now it's time to talk about short stories. The short story between Azrael and Abaddon was simply a masterpiece.I loved the dialogues between them, their protection details were very nice.I really liked Abaddon's personality, you really created a beautiful character.

Michael's idea of giving Charlie and Constantine a blessing to prevent them from going to the dark side was really interesting.At least it clearly worked on Charlie. 2x cinnamon rolls

And Azrael taking care of Lucifer's ducks was so sweet!!

I'm seriously excited to see abaddon in the future.

And I LOVED ABADDON'S DESIGN AND AZRAEL LOOKS AMAZING !!!

In short, thank you again for blessing my eyes!!

Have a good day❤️❤️

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Exam Anxiety Sickness

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: reader worries about her exam to a point of sickness

TW: extreme anxiety, vomiting,

A/n before any of you say this isn’t possible, I had a friend that used to get anxious to the point they threw up so…. Yeah. Also, for once I’m not projecting, I’m actually doing ok at my exams :)

Standing in your dorm you did up the last button on your school shirt.

“You will be fine. You studied. You studied hard. You will be fine.” You said to yourself, looking into the mirror with a stern expression. But it didn’t help, not really. You still couldn’t stop the fast thoughts. What if you studied the wrong stuff? What if you blank on the easiest questions? What ifs were running wild in your mind. Making your anxious nature their plaything.

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes trying to stave off the thoughts, drawing a shaky breath and emitting an even shakier exhale. It worked for a second, but that second was fleeting. And when that second was over the thoughts were back and they were angry.

“It's just botany Y/n” you said looking in the mirror. “It's only 50% of your final grade. You will be ok. You will be ok. Ok? Ok.” You said not really believing any of it. You wrung your hands and took another breath. You were pale from lack of sleep and virtually no time outside as you had spent every hour studying.

You slipped on the mask you wore everywhere, every day, all the time. The calm look on your face did nothing to reflect your inner termoil.

Shoving your hands into the blazer you looked yourself up and down, picking off any lint and grabbed your bag before leaving.

You felt too anxious to eat, the gnawing in your stomach making you feel sick. But you knew if you were hungry in the exam, it would be harder to focus. So, you choked back a few mouthfuls of Mac and cheese in the cafeteria, scraping the rest into the bin and returning the tray before leaving.

Slowly you walked towards the botany classroom. You knew if you didn’t pass this exam your whole future would implode. Gone before it even really started. You wanted to be a Botanist; plants were something that always fascinated you. It ran in your family, gardening. But to get into the course you wanted the expected grade was very, very high. So, you had no margin for error. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nicht. Nine. Keine.

Slowing your pace your stomach flipped something awful. You pressed a hand to your midsection to try and ease the feeling, to no avail. The thoughts pounded in your head, and you felt a migraine coming on. Suddenly your stomach lurched again as the food you had eaten earlier settled in an awkward and awful way.

You felt the blood drain from your face, and you did your best to level your breathing which was coming hard and fast.

Doing your best to stay upright against the efforts of the sudden dizziness you felt you hurried as fast as you could to the nearest bathrooms which just happened to be the ones closest to the conservatory. Pushing the door open with the flat of your palm, your other hand gingerly resting over your stomach as if it would help (it didn’t in the slightest), you rushed into the closest stall trying to get to the toilet in time. dumping your bag on the ground and pitching forwards you heaved, nothing but dry retching at first as you gaged. You felt awful. After nothing happened you drew a deep breath and tried to release it slowly. After a second you let your guard down. Big mistake. In rapid succession things deteriorated.

You gaged again, throwing up properly this time. The small amount of food you had managed coming back up. After you were done you coughed and spat out the foul taste. Sitting back on your hunches where you still knelt infornt of the toilet you felt a hand come and rub your back gently. You startled at the touch, not having heard anyone enter over the sound of you retching.

“Better?” A voice asked and you froze mind working hard to catch up with what was happening.

Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher was crouched behind you softly rubbing the small of your back with the flat of her hand.

After an awkward second you unfroze and gave a weak nod. Your brain finally catching up enough to spiral again.

“Sorry I’m … I’m not late for the test …am I?” You asked, turning to face her.

“Oh, honey there’s no way you’re doing that test.” Ms Thornhill said gently. “Can you stand sweatpea?” She asked and you nodded. “Good. Good.” She said. “Ok, you come come honey.” And with that she pulled you up. One hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t fall over. Gently she moved you out of the way, reaching over and flushing the toilet.

“Oh honey.” She said looking back at you. “Are you sick?”

“N-no.” You said fidgeting. She took your hands in hers.

“Honey, don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not. I-i just…”

“Just what sweet girl?” And when you didn’t meet her gaze and shook your head she sighed softly.

“Let me take you to the nurse” she said placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you from the bathroom, your bag on her shoulder. “We can do the test another day or just … I’m sure we can come up with something.” She said not taking her eyes off you. Your eyes however stayed trained on the floor as you walked.

Not watching where you were going you felt her grab your arm and stop you. At that you looked up, eyes meeting with the sky-blue eyes of your principal.

“Marilyn, how are you?” Larissa asked before turning to you, her smile faltering as she took in your state. “Y/n? Are you ok?”

Before you could respond your teacher gave you a stern look and spoke before you.

“No. No, she’s not.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, whats the matter? Can i help?” Ms Weems asked.

“I was just accompanying Ms L/n to the nurse before she could run off.” Your teacher said giving you upper arm a soft rub for comfort.

“I wouldn’t ‘run off’” you muttered kicking the dirt, both teachers frowned.

“Whats the matter? If you don’t mind me asking.” The principal asked.

“Im-“

“She threw up.” The botanist cut in before you could say you were fine.

“Oh dear. Well Marilyn I’m sure you have classes, i can escort Y/n myself.” Weems said and the botanist nodded and handed her your bag. They both said their goodbyes and weems took your arm, leading you to the infirmary.

“Ms Weems i assure you this really isn’t necessary.” You began and she shook her head.

“I would hate to find out what you deem ‘necessary’ then y/n” she said, and you scoffed making her raise an eyebrow. “Do enlighten me then.” She said.

“Well i wouldn’t say the results of my test anxiety requires a visit to the infirmary.” You huffed and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“You mean to tell me you were so stressed about your exam … it made you physically sick?” She said looking both shocked and worried. You bit your lip, looking away and nodding.

“Alright.” She said slowly and turned around. “Come.” She said and you frowned and followed.

“Where are we going?”

“My office. It seems you don’t need any more stress right now and the best place would be somewhere quiet and calm. My office luckily fits those descriptors.”

“B-but the test?” You stammered.

“Is no longer of importance darling.” She said and you swallowed and nodded, giving into the stern look she gave you. Almost straight after you lamented, she smiled, her features softening.

“Good. Well, let's go. I can make us some tea or hot chocolate?” She asked.

“Hot chocolate please.” You murmured as she opened the door gesturing for you to go first.

“Coming right up darling.” She said and disappeared as you sat on the couch. She returned a moment later with the drinks. And with that you began to relax. Feeling better by the minute. You made small talk with the principal, enjoying her company immensely.

Meanwhile Larissa was scheming all the ways she could tease Marilyn for stressing her students out to the point it made them sick. As if Marilyn hadn’t been run down with a cold herself the past week due to stress. It seems you stressed each-other out. Maybe she needed to organise some sort of vacation for teachers and students.

MASTERLIST

[ruina6471]

Studying historical figures to learn astrology.

When I look at a chart, the first thing I do is identifying which astrological body is the most influential, most powerful. I do not consider myself proficient in astrology, so there’s no elaborate theory behind it. I derived this method from my considerable experience of Tarot card reading—if you trust your cards absolutely wholeheartedly, you can predict the future. I get results that sometimes spook myself and my client.

Let me show you one such case—a client is worried about their final examination, they have only 4 days left to study. The subject is advanced math. They considered asking one of the class tutors to help them.

Issue one- Asking for help from this tutor? Result- Lover/10 of swords—not a good option. The tutor feels no urgency for himself and would stray from the class topic. The client learns nothing at all and is really bad at it.

Issue two- will the client pass this semester? Result- 3 of cups/ the Hierophant. The client IS GOING TO SAFELY PASS THIS CLASS, even though they studies advanced math very poorly. Here, The Hierophant could be identified as the most influential force.

I used Arabian Night Tarot for this client, the 3 of cups shows several women trying to talk an aristocrat into something on a banquet. The Hierophant is a Holy Man who left his body behind as a relic for his disciples.

I tell this client- a handful of people will totally fuck up this exam, as bad as you, you obviously know nothing about math; and this “handful of students” is a big enough number that will make the teacher worried. This group of students will most likely go and negotiate with the teacher for a solution. There will be a group discussion. I advise you pay attention to who fail the test as bad as you, and join this group.

In the end, the teacher will choose to grade the students on class participation, student’s moral value, respect of the teacher and class hard work instead of a number on a final exam—the teacher will try to seek out a kind of “higher moral value”. You will NOT fail this class. You will be safe. Client was still nervous about the exam and incredulous.

A week later, this client came back and tells me what happened- on the final exam date, OVER HALF OF THE STUDENTS simply gave up on math and not show up at all. The tutors and the teacher went into panic mode. They all went away and discuss what to do, and came back with “cancellation of the exam, the grades will be based on class homework and attendance”.

Such is the predictive power of identifying an influential card.

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Now back to astrology. All in all, identifying the most crucial planet, then focus solely on it, becomes a way I try to learn reading a chart (disclaimer disclaimer, I’m not an astrologer). I attempt to test this method on charts of historic figures.

I’ve been thirsting over this pretty gentleman here for a while now— one disgruntled by Moscow weathers that he let anti-Hitler faction does activities among his staff, but hehehe I should stop now.

Fedor von Bock has a very prominent and identifiable Uranus in his chart, in tight conjunction with his ascendant. The tighter the conjunction, the more powerful it is. The conjunction is within one degree.

Let us remind ourselves the natures of Uranus—extremely sudden, intense, and high strung; as sharp as a stabbing knife; does not appreciate soft and tender aspects of life. Uranus is very unfavorable to forming stable relationships, but will have multiple exciting and bizarre love affairs. It signifies sudden destruction, accidents and defiance. Uranus will stab you, drive the blade in deep, and twist the handle. Dry and high just like some Aquarius are, Uranus is not easy to get along, let alone get close and dear to.

Since Uranus is extremely high strung, its natives have tense nerves and weak stomach- It is likely true that Fedor suffers from stomach ulcers. I suspect indigestion too, as if his body rejects food and drinks and would rather live on breathing air. Uranus affects him so deep that it is probable he chose to make these inconveniences part of his character. He has extremely poor ability to relax and rest.

The following is the account from Hitler's Generals by W.E. Hart.

Traditionally, it is SATURN who gives discipline, not Uranus. Saturn is structure; Uranus is anti-structure and highly individualistic. SATURN nourishes the body and a person's material realities, URANUS doesn't care. It is unlikely that Fedor values cultivating structure and disciplined routine in his soldiers, it is more likely that he's a fucking hammer, and he fucking drives everybody into the ground. It is a very important distinction to make.

His Uranus shines so much you'd have a hard time believing Fedi is Sagittarius, a joyful, benevolent Jupiter sign. I honestly do not believe this chart has a strong Saturn, either. I would contend that Fedi did not purposefully sent his soldiers to die like a sadistic, calculated monster. The truth is, URANUS cannot grasp the physical-materialistic-structural-reality aspects. Fedi could not comprehend soldiers are people, and people have bodies, bodies die and then bodies rot, the whole thing is messy. He sees it as a sudden burst of flames, then you are no more on this earth, and it is beautiful. One of the rare things that would move him to tears.

It is understandable that Fedi by nature could not handle logistics (hopefully his staff can). It is true that war experts attribute Germany's failure in WWII as a huge logistical problem. He is poor at providing food and shelter for his men. The bodily aspect doesn’t occur to him until the harsh Russian conditions hits him like a ton of bricks. He would be so affected by it, his own body would crumble.

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So it's time to drive a point home- not all the time we learn a person by his stars, but we learn about a star from this person, and it is an incredible and valuable lesson. ASTROLOGY CANNOT REPLACE HONEST AND FACTUAL HISTORICAL STUDIES. Never could.

As mentioned, Fedi's Saturn is weak compared to Uranus. Saturn would return a person to their ancestry and tradition; it reminds you that you are part of a structure, a tiny spec in a cold Universe, a screw in the societal machinery. Its reminder can be ruthless and blunt, but its rewards reliable and long lasting. I do NOT believe Fedi sees himself as a part of the Nazi structure and would like to gain a kind of lasting rewards from it.

Here's an interesting thing- modern astrologers tell you that Uranus natives are innovative, cool, they like new stuff, new ideas, new technologies blah blah blah; but Fedi is a well-known and well documented Prussian aristocrat traditionalist. In my opinion, i is because astrologers forget that the generational outer planets are TIMELESS. if "time" is an idea inherently incongruent with Uranus, how do you define what is OLD and what is NEW, say? That is totally meaningless to Fedi-- Prussian ideal is just an intense timeless light for him to burst into flames to. The rest is not important.

Modern astrologers could get things so hilariously wrong, if they do not respect history, but want history to fit into their "modern and better" astrological interpretations to a point of harmful revisionism. Hopefully not many of them are like that.

All that aside, enjoy more fun facts about Fedi-

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The Incontinence Procedure: Ginny’s Medical Diaper Domination (Full-Length ABDL Novel!)

(The following was first published on: July 3, 2024)

Excerpt:

(Notice: The following story features mature content in an ABDL setting. All characters are over the age of 18+.)

Ginny remained laying back on the padded medical exam table, her legs and feet propped up and secured with straps in their stirrups, her naked groin and buttocks fully exposed.

She felt a chill go down her spine as she watched Nurse Sunshine roll a cart over stocked to the brim with all manner of invasive looking medical supplies—from lubes, gels, ointments, and suppositories, to shiny metal speculums, catheters rubber and plastic, long and short, to clamps in every size, large enema bulbs and even larger enema bags, incontinence pads, baby wipes, endless medical straps, tubing, probes, and seemingly so much more.

Nurse Sunshine then wrapped a heavy, pastel-colored, rubber apron around herself. Then uncapped a large vat of medical-grade lubricant and scooped up a generous amount with her latex glove covered hand.

“Umm, excuse me, Nurse Sunshine?” Ginny squeaked in terror. “Can you maybe remind me what exactly you’ll be doing again?”

“Oh, nothing you need to be nervous about, dear,” Nurse Sunshine explained. “I’ll just be spending some time taking a closer look at your post-incontinence-procedure surgical area in order to check for proper healing, sensation and functionality. You can expect some gentle probing and stimulation in certain spots, but nothing uncomfortable. Or at least, nothing too uncomfortable. As long as you stay relaxed. That’s very important, that you stay relaxed,” Nurse Sunshine answered.

Ginny couldn’t help but immediately tense up at the nurse’s description. Then, as she watched Nurse Sunshine approach her naked crotch between her restrained and splayed out legs, Ginny felt a sudden sense of panic. She suddenly realized that she couldn’t even see what was happening! Her stupid bear-printed hospital gown had been strapped up with her elevated knees, resulting in an inadvertent curtain, preventing Ginny from even seeing her own exposed groin!

“Ummm, excuse me, but before you start, would you mind actually undoing the straps on my knees so I can at least pull my gown down, so I can see what’s happening?” Ginny nervously asked.

“Sorry hon,” Nurse Sunshine answered. “But it’s office policy that no restraint straps come undone mid-exam for patient safety. Not to mention that we’re already running short on time, because of how long you spent in the bathroom earlier. But don’t worry, it’s actually probably for the best that you’re not concerned with trying to see what I’m up to. All you need to do is lay back and relax, until I tell you otherwise, okay?”

Ginny audibly grumbled and whimpered in disbelief as she dropped her head back in defeat. She felt like she was starting to lose her mind with just how little control she had over anything.

“Oh, calm down, Miss Drama Queen, I’ll try to give you fair warning about what I’m doing down here, when I can,” Nurse Sunshine said. “But really, you have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is focus on staying relaxed and loose, okay? Can you be a big girl for me and start to relax?”

Ginny frowned, feeling insulted. But then, adding injury to insult, Nurse Sunshine gave Ginny’s naked bottom a light, playful slap to drive the point home, leaving Ginny stunned and mortified beyond words.

“Come on, darling, lighten up, I promise I’ll be gentle,” Nurse Sunshine said with a laugh.

Ginny was feeling downright furious, now. And her sense of anger and violation, combined with her mostly nude body being exposed to the exam room’s frigid AC, left her feeling pretty far from ‘relaxed and loosened up’ in her most sensitive orifices, to put it mildly.

Then, adding to her mounting discomfort, as her body shivered from the cold air, her worsening nerves, and her ever-increasing anxiety, her bladder began to really start aching for release again. Not only that, but the cramps in her bowels also began to return, resulting in painful urges of both kinds of potty-desperation that now took all her effort to hold back.

But as angry and tense as Ginny was at Nurse Sunshine and the situation as a whole, she was hardly allowed to retreat into herself for very long. Suddenly…

“Ooh!!” Ginny shrieked as she felt something ice cold abruptly press between her butt cheeks.

“Relax, little lady, that’s just my finger,” Nurse Sunshine laughed. “I haven’t even inserted anything anywhere, yet. I’m just warming you up a little.”

Ginny’s whole face burned red with anger and humiliation. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

And yet, at the same time, on some level, Ginny realized Nurse Sunshine was right. Ginny did need to relax for her own good. Because the examination was going to proceed whether she wanted it to or not. Even though she was furious with this woman, Ginny knew she had to try to drop it for now and cooperate to the best of her ability, anyway, for her own sake. She had to let go…

Well, ‘let go’ of her defiance, anyway. But not ‘let go’ of her mounting potty-pressures, of course, which she was more keenly focused on keeping hold of than ever, given the impending physical examination apparently in that exact area…

“Here, this might help,” Nurse Sunshine said as she reached behind her. The lights in the room suddenly dimmed.

Ginny looked around to see that the exam room was mostly dark, now, with just a couple of small fixtures practically providing mood lighting. She had to admit, it did actually help a lot to no longer have a blinding fluorescent ceiling light shining directly into her face.

Ginny put her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to take deep breaths and relax best she could, despite not being able to even see what exactly the nurse was doing to her down there.

She then felt Nurse Sunshine getting back to work between her legs. 

Ginny felt the nurse rubbing her lubricated digits up and down Ginny’s butt crack and around her rosebud. And as on edge as Ginny was, she had to admit… she was glad she could feel those fingers at least start to warm up that area, compared to the ice-cold sensation she felt before.

“There we go, that’s better, nice and relaxed. See? Nursie Sunshine’s just trying to help, I promise…” Nurse Sunshine cooed.

Then, without any warning—“Oooooohhh!”

Ginny squealed in shock as she felt the nurse plunge her digit directly into her bottom hole. As Ginny gasped for oxygen, she felt the nurse slowly begin to move her finger around, wiggling it back and forth inside her, before sliding her finger half-way out… and plunging it right back in.

“Oooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh!” Ginny squealed even louder as the finger plunged even deeper. But like some sort of dark alchemy, Ginny’s squeals of discomfort and shock began to quickly transform into low, breathy, bellowing moans.

“Oooooohhhhaaaahhhh…” Ginny groaned as Nurse Sunshine continued plunging her long finger in and out of Ginny’s ass, rhythmically moving it deeper in and out.

Ginny had never felt anything like it before. The words good or bad didn’t even register as possible descriptors. It was just simply… all-consuming. Like her whole being was suddenly concentrated on the rhythmic, ongoing overload of stimulation around her anus.

Then, Nurse Sunshine yanked her finger all the way back out, causing Ginny to collapse backward onto the exam table and heave for air. As if she’d just surfaced from an underwater swim. But before she even had a chance to catch her breath…

“Oooooohhhh… oooohhhhhh… OOOOHHH!” Ginny bellowed even louder, as Nurse Sunshine abruptly dove right back into Ginny’s anus, this time working in a second finger.

Part of Ginny felt a flash of humiliation as she realized what she must sound like right now. She was practically moaning like a pig right in the middle of the doctor’s office! She blushed bright red, mortified that the whole waiting room could probably hear her primal bellows through the clinic’s thin walls.

And yet, she couldn’t help but erupt with moaning gasps and writhe on the exam table, as she felt her ass getting expertly plunged and spread and plunged and spread again and again and again by the nurse’s powerful, unrelenting fingers.

As much as she hated to admit it, the restraints holding her legs in the stirrups and her butt on the table actually did make some sense, now, as without them, she probably would have rolled right off the table.

In addition, the concerning mounting sensations regarding her bowels before were kicked into overdrive, as her colon was put under the intense physical pressure of a gloved, digital invader forcing its way further and further up her poop chute.

But in the most perverse way, the unwanted BM stimulation seemed to only make her moan louder. Her brain was in a state of erogenous-stimulation overload! She couldn’t stop her noise, no matter how hard she tried! She wished she had a pillow to squeal into for christ’s sake!

Finally—shlorp—Nurse Sunshine once again yanked her fingers out without warning.

Ginny gasped and collapsed back in a red-faced heap, once again struggling to catch her breath.

“Well then, it sounds like it was a good idea for me to take some time to warm you up,” Nurse Sunshine said, walking back over to the cart and changing her latex gloves. “Now that you finally seem a lot more relaxed, we can actually get started.”

Ginny lifted her head in disbelief. That was all still just… the warm-up? She still hadn’t even started? she thought in horror. 

“But let’s get this out of the way before we go any further,” Nurse Sunshine said, grabbing what looked like a very large, thick, metal thermometer off of the cart.

Ginny noticed the thermometer, but was immediately confused why Nurse Sunshine started walking back between Ginny’s legs with it. Surely the thermometer belonged in her mouth or on her forehead…

“Is that a thermom—aaaahhh!”

Ginny’s question was interrupted as she felt her backdoor suddenly harshly intruded yet again! Like a cold metal rod was being pushed up her bottom!

“Oooh! Oooh! Oooooh!” Ginny squirmed and squealed as she felt the cold object go deeper and deeper into her.

“Why yes, hon, it is a thermometer!” Nurse Sunshine laughed.

“But… but… why…” Ginny gasped as the thermometer finally settled in place deep in her rectum. “Why are you putting it up my butt?”

“Simple, it’s more accurate. And when we’re doing a comprehensive post-surgical uncovered groin exam, like we are today, it’s important we get the most accurate reading. Especially while you’re already in the position for it, anyway,” Nurse Sunshine said.

“But what about the fact that it’s uncomforta—ahhhhhh,” Ginny moaned as she felt the ice cold thermometer roughly readjusted in the depths of her rectum.

“Shhhh, quiet. You’re interfering with the reading when you move or talk. Now, I have to start over,” Nurse Sunshine said, holding the thermometer still with her palm pressed against Ginny’s butt, a ticking pocket watch in her other hand.

Ginny pouted in frustration, but went quiet and laid back. She tried to take deep breaths and ignore the massive, humiliating, metal intruder in her bottom. Never mind the infantilizing sensation of knowing she was literally getting her temperature taken the way a baby did.

Finally, after what felt like several minutes, Nurse Sunshine abruptly pulled the invader out, causing Ginny to moan from the sensation of it sliding out of her.

Ginny watched Nurse Sunshine wipe the thermometer off with a baby wipe just out of her view, a fleeting expression of disgust crossing the nurse’s face, causing Ginny to blush as she imagined exactly what had to be wiped away. Nurse Sunshine then scribbled down the result on her clipboard. 

“Well?” Ginny asked, still slightly out of breath.

“Huh?” Nurse Sunshine replied.

“Did I have a temperature, like you suspected?” Ginny asked.

Nurse Sunshine laughed. “Oh, no, dear, I didn’t suspect you had a temperature, and your reading was indeed perfectly normal. But it’s all just part of the exam that we be as thorough as possible, just in case.”

Ginny frowned and laid back down. “Got it…” she grumbled, folding her arms in thinly veiled frustration. It seemed to her like she just got her ass penetrated by a metal rod for very little reason, adding insult to her latest anal-probe-humiliation injury…

“Alright, hon, now that we got the back door nice and wide open, time to spend some time with the front,” Nurse Sunshine said, changing her latex gloves again.

“Huh?” Ginny asked, the now familiar snap of Nurse Sunshine donning new gloves sending a fresh chill down her spine.

“Never mind, dear. Just focus on relaxing, just like you were doing before. It’s more important than ever you focus on staying very, very relaxed while I continue your exam,” Nurse Sunshine said, pouring lube into her hand.

Ginny gulped, the ominous warning once again having the predictably opposite effect of its supposed intent.

“Actually, you know what,” Nurse Sunshine paused. “If I remember your intake assessment, you mentioned that you weren’t sexually active. Is that still the case?”

“Ummm… that’s right,” Ginny answered.

“So you’re still a virgin?” the nurse asked.

Ginny blushed. Her virginity was something Ginny was pretty embarrassed about, given her age. She felt like she just never got the romantic attention her friends seemed to get while in school, which meant she just never got the chance. And now, out of school, it felt like her chances of losing her virginity were only rapidly diminishing every year.

Add to that, her recently developed severe incontinence, which seemed to be the death knell for the possibility of her ever getting laid again. After all, who would want to sleep with a girl who still wore stinky diapers and peed their pants like a baby?

“That’s right, still a virgin,” Ginny meekly answered.

“Good to know,” Nurse Sunshine said, going back to her cart.

“Why?” Ginny asked.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me for this in a minute,” Nurse Sunshine said, suddenly squirting a much bigger helping of lube into her hands. “Now just go back to relaxing, okay, hon? Close your eyes and take deep breaths. This part is going to take a little bit longer.”

Ginny watched with apprehension as Nurse Sunshine disappeared between her legs again. But then she put her head back and took deep breaths, trying to forget where she was—strapped down to an exam table with her ass and pussy vulnerable, exposed, and very likely about to experience something less than pleasant.

She waited… and waited… and waited… and…

Ginny gasped as she finally felt the nurse’s warm hand land atop her pussy. She felt Nurse Sunshine’s fingers begin slowly but firmly massaging her vulva, her whole groin suddenly soaking wet with lube… and perhaps fluids of her own. Then, suddenly…

“Oooooooooooooooh,” Ginny erupted with a long, soft, involuntary moan as the nurse’s fingers effortlessly slipped deep into her pussy.

Ginny’s face flushed as she gasped, her fingers gripping the padding of the exam table beneath her for dear life, as she desperately tried to remain calm in the face of a cascade of breathtaking emotions.

She was a virgin. And even though she masturbated, she’d hardly ever been adventurous enough to penetrate into her pussy, instead preferring the simplicity of toying with her clit until she accomplished a quick and dirty climax.

But now, she realized she was being penetrated for the first time. Tenderly, yet firmly, penetrated by the warmth and depth of Nurse Sunshine’s rhythmic, powerful, sensual digits.

Ginny gasped and flushed and squeezed the table as she realized she was being fucked. She was being taken. She was losing her virginity, right now…

And it felt indescribable. Not forceful. Not aggressive. Just gentle, assertive, highly-skilled penetration of her most delicate orifice. 

Images began to swirl in Ginny’s mind as she closed her eyes and focused in on the overpowering sexual vibrations. Thoughts, memories and powerful figments of imagination sent jolts of tingling, erotic pleasure up and down her trembling body. The swirl of erotic sensation began getting stronger… and stronger… and…

Suddenly, the rhythmic digital massage stopped.

Ginny opened her eyes, waiting for some sign from down below as to what was happening.

Then, to her surprise… she felt Nurse Sunshine’s other hand land gently on her abdomen. Below her belly button.

On her bladder.

Ginny felt a flash of anxiety. The reality of her situation, of her incontinence, and her worsening need to pee, came flooding back to her. She felt Nurse Sunshine start to rub atop her bladder. Poke and prod and feel. And the feeling like her bladder was about to burst came roaring back to the front of her mind.

“Wait, wait, waiahhhh…”

Ginny’s pleas were suddenly drowned out by the flood of pleasure returning to the place where Nurse Sunshine had her other hand…

On Ginny’s pussy. Inside Ginny’s pussy. Wet, warm fingers once again sliding in and out, in and out. Rubbing and pressing and squeezing her clit. Stretching and stimulating and screwing her hard with her digits.

Ginny began to moan and writhe, getting louder, trembling and squealing.

Her need to pee was becoming painful. Excruciating.

And while the pressure in her bladder reached new heights, the pressure in her clit and pussy did the same, building, building, building…

The hidden nurse’s fingers rubbed harder and faster. Deeper. Wetter. Inside her pussy. Outside atop her bladder.

Ginny was being pressed and squeezed in both directions. The pain and pleasure was excruciating and exquisite. The intensity made her want to scream but she could hardly breathe! It was all so unbearably intense! It was all happening! She knew it was coming! She couldn’t help it!

She finally brought her hands up to her mouth and attempted to stifle the noise as she threw her head back and shrieked at the top of her lungs—

“AaaaaahhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

And while she climaxed…

Her bladder erupted with the most intense piss of her life, spraying like a firehose, drenching everything between her legs with a mighty shower of peepee.

Suddenly, the room’s blinding overhead fluorescent lights flicked back on.

Ginny squinted and covered her eyes in a dreary daze… then she bolted upright in horror.

She lurched against her waist and leg restraints, forgetting about them at first as she reflexively tried to jump to her feet. Then, she frantically lurched left and right, desperately trying to see around her raised knees and hospital gown to the area between her legs.

Her head spun. She felt as if she had just been abruptly yanked from a bewildering dream. But amidst the haze, one vivid sensation persisted. The overwhelming fear that she had just done the unthinkable. That she really might have just…

"Young lady," Nurse Sunshine's stern voice cut through the air from behind her.

Ginny turned. And to her horror, what she saw seemed to confirm her worst nightmare…

Nurse Sunshine was standing beside the exam table, her arms folded, her expression furious, and her rubber apron… dripping with piss. Ginny’s piss.

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Hi Rosie! This will be a very random question and not related to jikook but I really respect you and love your blog so I wanted to ask. I'm currently writing my thesis and I have a little over a month to finish it... I'm like halfway done with it, however this past week I was unable to just sit down to continue it. I lost all my motivation, I have no energy to do this, I'm never in the mood etc. I was just watching random youtube videos all week or baking lol or helping my parents. Anything but writing my thesis which should be my no1 priority. I was hoping that by the end of the week (which is now) I could get back into it because I thought I was bordering on a burn out so in the beginning of the week I wasn't that concerned with me ditching the thesis and just binging random videos... But now it worries me lol I really want get back into it because I have to finish it obviously and I just want to be done with it. (Me finishing this paper does not equal finishing university because I still have a big end exam to do!) But I just can't... I don't know, I still have no motivation, not in the mood... I tried forcing myself yesterday to write a page or two but I lost my focus so quickly... And i hate myself lol Why can't I just finish it... Idk, do you have any tips or anything on what I could do? :( Considering I'm halfway through, I can't really afford any more long breaks like this, I'd really need to get back into it :(

Hi, anon, how are you?

I am humbled that you want to hear or read my opinion on something so personal, thank you.

I totally understand the academic dilemma you are in; I think many can relate to you on that as well. Unfortunately, it's something that happens a lot and it's annoying because you just want to get it over with quickly but your brain doesn't cooperate.

First of all, don't be so hard on yourself. It's not really your fault, what's happening to you is quite normal. And honestly, it's almost expected when someone is doing their thesis hahahah.

I would recommend you to do several things:

Review what you've done so far. Not to necessarily continue but to see the progress you've made. Understand again why you chose that topic for your thesis, and how you have developed it so far.  It is simply to admire how far you have come. Perhaps as you do that, as you remember why and what you are doing your thesis on, the inspiration will return. If it doesn't, that's OK too.

 Something you could also do is pretend that you are just starting your thesis, obviously on the same topic but pretend that you are at the stage of planning how you will tackle it. Try to make a sort of list of the points you will make, how you will develop them and in general how you will argue your thesis. Don't think about what you have done, not exactly at least but imagine what you will do. Maybe seeing it from that perspective will help. 

 Forget for a few days about the thesis. Even though you already did it, you did it with the mindset that you had to finish the thesis, so you didn't really get away from it for a few days aajaj. Save your progress. Put away the books or material you are using for your thesis and rest. Rest your body but especially your mind for a few days. Entertain it with some hobby you have. Feed it maybe with other things, other subjects. After a few days of real rest, go back to your thesis, I am almost sure your inspiration will have returned.

The most important thing is that you relax, that you don't be so hard on yourself. Don't despair or question your work because you have done well so far, you are doing well. And I am sure you will finish your thesis soon and it will be amazing. I wish you all the best in your final exam. I am sure you will soon finish your thesis and I hope you will come back to tell us that you are graduating soon. I am proud of you, anon.

FIGHTING!

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INTERVIEW

She’d had better landings. 

Any pegasus knight worth the lance she carried knew how to recover from a fall from their mount, but Fury had never had a pegasus vanish from under her before. 

She crouched on the ground, having barely kept herself upright, blinking against the sudden flash of the noontime sun. Her lance lay in the spring grass next to her, the spearhead blindingly polished, screaming for her attention first, before she could even question the plant life under her boots. She tried to stand, but her vision blurred with dizziness, and she dropped back into her crouch to wait for it to subside. 

Slowly, her eyes sharpened into focus again as a gloved hand tightened around the shaft of her lance. The trees around her stretched nearly to the clouds, and their height alone would have made them noteworthy, but she couldn’t recall hearing of them. She attempted to stand again, using her lance to support herself. Another flash of dizziness, but she at least remained standing this time. 

It was perhaps silly of her to wonder if she was still in Jugdral. She’d heard tales, rumors of portals and other worlds before, but she dismissed the thought just as quickly as it came. No, something else must have happened. A freak storm, blowing her off course, but the sky had been clear (except the smoke behind her, of course, but that was the fire of celebration, nothing to worry about). 

Knight of Silesse pushed her way out of the trees to assess her surroundings. Keen eyes caught a castle, sitting proudly on top of a nearby hill, and almost on instinct her boots began to walk towards it. 

A castle will surely have knights inside. They can direct me back to Silesse. 

Her steps took her towards the iron gate of the castle, guarded by a lone woman with a helmet over her eyes. The woman was unarmed, save for a red-covered book at her side, held onto her thick robes by countless belts. The helmet was rather- out of place, for a mage... 

“Hello, miss!” The guard leaned out from her niche in the heavy stone wall, waving to catch her attention. “I’d put the lance away if I were you.” 

“Excuse me?” Fury paused, pointed her lance-tip downwards. “I mean no harm.” 

“I don’t think you do! But just in case. Monastery’s well guarded, you know.” 

“Monastery? So this isn’t a castle? There are no knights inside?” 

“I mean, there are knights inside, but they’re the monastery’s knights. Knights of Seiros, you know.” Fury didn’t know, but decided to press on in her questioning. 

“It doesn’t matter. I only need directions.” 

“Oh, you’re lost? I can try to help, but I’m awful at giving directions.” 

“Do you know which direction I must go to get to Silesse?” The guard paused, pushed the rim of her helmet out of her eyes to stare down at Fury.

“Never heard of the place. Sorry.” 

“How can that be? You’ve heard of the Silessian pegasus knights, have you not?” 

“No, sorry.” The guard shook her head. “We’ve got pegasus knights, and plenty of pegasi in the stables, but I don’t know where they come from. Maybe it’s Silesse.” The guard tilted her head, the helmet sliding to the side. It really was too big on her... 

“Is there... anyone you could ask? Do you think any of the knights this monastery would know?” 

“Nah, I can’t leave this spot. Someone’s got to watch the gate, and that’s what they’re paying me for. But...” Something glittered in the guard’s eyes, uneven helmet letting the sun strike her face. “You could go in and ask them yourself.” 

“Yes, that would be ideal. Please, open the gate.” 

“Not so fast!” The guard kicked her feet back and forth. “I’ve got to ask questions first. I can’t just let anybody in here. It’s a school too, you know!” Again, Fury did not know, but she refused to back down now. 

“What are the questions? How long will they take?” 

“Only a few minutes. It’s not an exam,” the guard scoffed. “There are only three questions. You have time for that?” 

“...if it will turn my path back towards Silesse, I suppose I have time.” 

“Great! Awesome.” The guard straightened up in her seat, pushed the helmet back another time. 

“Can’t they get you a better-fitting helmet?” 

“Nope. Believe me, I’ve asked. But if it’s so distracting...” She pulled it off her head, revealing reddish hair that stuck up from static. “Anyway, you ready?” 

“Yes. You may ask your questions.” 

“Question one!” The guard held up a single finger. “What has brought you to where you are today?” 

Fury paused to consider the question. How would she begin to describe the winding road that she’d followed all the way here? More importantly, how would she describe herself as from a country this guard seemed to believe didn’t exist? 

“I was born and raised in Silesse, the country I’m attempting to get to. All my life, I dreamed of joining the pegasus knights. They’re heroes in Silesse, and serve the Queen directly. I befriended the Prince, Lewyn, when I was young, and we remained friends all our lives.” It felt strange, now, to refer to him as Prince and not husband, but she hadn’t gotten that far yet. The guard, however, frowned at the name. “Sorry, have you heard of him?” 

“Doesn’t matter. Keep going, sorry.” 

“I joined the Four Heavenly Knights when I was young - a group of commanders serving my Queen, but I wasn’t there for too long before the Prince disappeared.” Her hand tightened, almost imperceptibly, around the lance. “After that, I was assigned by my Queen to go search for him.” No need to mention that she had begged for the mission in private. No more details than necessary to get home. “I went looking for him, while my elder sister, Annand, and the other two commanders remained in Silesse. I searched the entire continent for Lewyn, but I was deceived. I was told the Prince was being held captive by Lord Sigurd, when in fact he had allied with them. When I realized my mistake and allied with Lord Sigurd as well, the other two commanders betrayed us. They helped to cause a civil war to break out in Silesse. I fought alongside Lord Sigurd to bring peace back to Silesse. After the war, Lewyn and I were married.” She can’t help but pause, smile softly at the thought, but it shifts away as she returns to her task. “After Lord Sigurd was denounced as a traitor, we resolved to help him clear his name. That battle was hard fought, but successful as well. Lord Arvis invited us to a procession in which Lord Sigurd would be pardoned, but I declined to go. Lord Lewyn went for the both of us.” A grim look crossed the guard’s face, almost too quick for Fury to notice. 

“I see,” she said slowly. “Well, as far as I know, your husband is here.” 

“He is?” A step closer, a spark in her eyes. “But- he’s meant to be in Belhalla, celebrating Lord Sigurd’s return...” 

“You should ask him about it. From what I’ve heard he’s got quite a story.” 

“Allow me inside, so I may speak with him!” She hated how quickly her lips turned to pleading, but the expression on the guard’s face softened. 

“Look, you just have to finish up the questions and I can let you in.” Fury paused, loosened her grip on the lance. 

“Okay. I will answer.” 

“Thank you. Question two.” The guard held up an appropriate amount of fingers. “What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?” 

Before Fury could pause her thinking to consider the question, memories of Lewyn, her sister, everyone she’d ever trained with telling her that she was too earnest, too trusting, not quite a fighter. Her sister in particular had commented once that she didn’t have a warrior’s face. The thought made her stomach turn. Only one of them was alive as a warrior today, after all.

“I am more than competent with a lance,” she began. Best not to lead with what made her weak - showed that it was on her mind. “I am experienced in combat in the air, and once I have a goal I will not stop pursuing it until it is complete.” A pause, like she was thinking, but she’d never been a great actor. “I have been told I show what I am thinking on my face. I do not believe this to be a weakness, but I have been told it is.” The guard nodded. 

“Okay. Last question. If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play?” She opened her mouth to answer-

-and faltered. 

“I...” What would she be remembered as, after she was gone? A loyal knight, trailing her lord and husband? Or a girl who never quite grew up, always with her eyes full of stars and tears? “I am a knight. I would like to be remembered as such.” For a moment, the image of her, kneeling at his feet, shone in her mind, and she couldn’t stop a faint smile from crossing her face. The guard sat back against the wall, satisfied. 

“Thank you. I just need to know your name and I can open the gates.” 

“Fury,” she answered. “Fury of Silesse.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Fury. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” And with a flick of her wrist, the gate opened.

[acacia-may]

Ooo may I ask for 7, 24, and 30 for Vanessa and maybe your OC Altan please 🥰?

Aww thank you Lyra! I adore Vanessa and will gladly take any and all opportunities to ramble about her, and I'm flattered that you'd like to know more about Altan. I'd be delighted to answer these for you!

Questions for this Character Ask Game

(Warnings: some mentions of Vanessa's childhood trauma, the Forest of Witches arc, and related nightmares. Some mentions of the House Vaude drama, related trauma, and strained relationship between Finral and Langris)

Vanessa Enoteca

7. A quote of them that you remember

This is a hard one because Vanessa has so many amazing moments, but I think I'll go with the two that came to mind immediately. (1) I love the moment where she tells the Queen of Witches, "You and I have no bonds." Recognizing that the Black Bulls are the family she always wanted and that she doesn't need Her Majesty's "love" to be happy is such a pivotal moment in her character development, and it honestly still gives me chills every time I watch or read it. (2) An anime addition, but I love that encouraging little speech she gives Finral before he faces Langris in the Royal Knight's Exam (I won't type out the whole thing but it ends with something like "You're not going to lose to him so easily anymore. Go show him how awesome you are--and I don't just mean the hair!"). Vanessa just has such a gift in building up her friends and encouraging them, and she believes in them even when they don't believe in themselves. I love that scene because it is a real reflection of that.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

In general, I think a lot of what happened to her in her childhood is a big secret for Vanessa. Vanessa is the type of person who really tries to bury her pain and focus on the positive and/or on other people's problems even when she, herself, is hurting. She had told very few of her friends about her childhood in the Forest of Witches, prior to the arc that took place there, and even then, I think she only told them bits and pieces of the story.

Since she doesn't want her squad family to worry about her, she's never told them that her past still comes back to haunt her, mainly in her nightmares and fears of enclosed, crammed spaces. Though they had gotten less frequent, she does have still nightmares about her childhood and also about the events in the Forest of Witches arc/losing her friends, and when they get particularly bad, she will sleep by candlelight because she is afraid of waking up back in that cage and her tower.

30. The funniest scene they had?

Vanessa has such a great sense of humor, and I loved any time she affectionately teased her friends. There are some great moments between her, Noelle, and Asta on their first outing to the castle town of Kikka for instance, and her friendship with Magna especially has always made me laugh from their first appearance where they're poking fun at each other's vices. The scene that came to mind immediately read this prompt is also from Episode 80 in the Royal Knight's Exam (can you tell that's my one of my favorite episodes?) though. There's a moment where Magna asks if she'll do his hair too, and Vanessa teases him that there's no way. It's all in good fun, and Luck gets some great lines where he chimes in and teases Magna too. It's cute and makes me laugh every time.

Altan Vaude (OC)

[A/N: Altan loves his auntie very much so he would be so happy to know he has been included as part of the same ask as her 💖]

7. A quote of them that you remember

Poor Altan. I've barely written about him, so he hasn't gotten to say much yet. He has appeared in some of my wips though, and there's an exchange between him and his Papa that I really like so I'll share that here:

Langris had to admit, he was happy for the temporarily distraction from poor Finesse and her failing health. His palms started to sweat again at the thought, and he began to wring his hands before Altan’s tiny fingers curled around one of them.

“Is Mama alright?” he asked.

“She’s just not feeling well,” Langris explained—trying to shake the worst-case-scenarios out of his own head.

“Should we go pick some flowers for her?” he asked with a kindness that brought a smile to Langris’ face. No words could describe how relieved he was that his son took after his gentle, kindhearted mother rather than a disagreeable misanthrope like him. The hard-lines in Langris’ face softened, and he even managed a slight smile.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Altan is shy, but he's not particularly secretive on purpose. If asked about himself, he will share and actually answer instead of deflecting questions and playing 3D chess, smoke and mirrors mind-games like his dad used to do. It just isn't easy for him to freely offer such information without being asked about himself since he doesn't particularly like the spotlight. He tends to be pretty open with his family and closest friends though so he doesn't have too many secrets from them.

He does have one big secret, however which is that, by the time he's in his teens, Altan actually knows a lot about what went on between his father and uncle and how strained their relationship was in the past. Finral and Langris had long ago agreed to let bygones be bygones and decided not to tell their children about how much bad blood used to exist between them. Altan, however, kind of put a lot of pieces together and knows that his father made a lot of mistakes when he was younger, especially in regards to his relationship with his brother. He doesn't ever really bring it up, however, because he knows that his father has a lot of fear that learning all of that would change the way his son saw him, and he doesn't want to open those old wounds for his dad. However, the realization doesn't change much for Altan--he has forgiven his father and thinks what is important is that his dad learned from his mistakes and tried to better going forward, and in fact, he thinks that is a very admirable thing. Someday when Altan is a grown man, his father sits him down to tell him the truth, and it is such a moving moment for Langris when Altan just smiles at him and says he has known for a long time and it doesn't change anything.

30. The funniest scene they had?

Altan gets roped into all kinds of shenanigans thanks to his much more rambunctious cousins and friends, but he himself doesn't usually cause too much trouble or chaos on his own. However, he did participate in a prank of his dad once. When Altan wanted to get his hair cut by his aunt, the extended family decided to pull a bit of a prank on him and sent Altan home wearing a wig of a ridiculously awful haircut. Langris was so relieved when it was revealed just to be a wig, and they actually got him to laugh which made Altan very happy.

[moonlight-night-reader]

END OF SEMESTER/ DECEMBER WEEKLY BLOG

So much have happened this past month so I wasn't able to post. There was the dreaded finals week which made me realized how hard college really was. Since I was an irregular student and taking fewer subjects, I was not stressed with the amount of requirements. But it was during this month that made me realize how stressful it was. Requirements and exams here and there. It was stressful!! I just want to scream! Finally, they're now over and it's now vacation.

Despite the dreaded finals week, I still had fun. I did so much stuff this semester. In the past, I could only dream of it. Now, I was able to achieve it without me realizing it. I went out a friend after class. We went out to eat. We ate Japanese food in a nearby mall and we also got some milk teas. We went there twice and talk for an hour. It was really nice. I got closer and more comfortable with my "best friend" and it made me really happy. Eating out after class was one of my dreams. We also ordered coffee in a coffee truck inside school. I was super happy.

I also went to see my boyfriend after my review article presentation. It finished so late and I had to go home to change and catch the bus. We were supposed to go to on our friend's event in their school (which was also the school my boyfriend went to) but the location was so far and he was feeling sick. We went out instead to a mall to but some presents for my Christmas party exchange gift. I feel bad for not going since I was looking forward to the event. The topic was still of my interest. Anyways, I got to see him twice this year. We had an agreement with my parents it's only once a year. Yes, we are in a long distance relationship. I spent a wonderful time with him even if he was not feeling well. Still, it made me so happy. The first picture was a picture of the school, and the other was the bus trip to home.

I also went to my first outing which was supposed to be our Christmas party with my college classmates. I was so nervous because this was my first. I felt uncomfortable too. But my classmates were really nice and caring so I felt really happy. My friend also made it fun for me as she said she would. I was about to back out but she convinced me.

I felt nervous though when they went to buy alcohol. I was never a big fan of alcohol, only having some sips to taste it. This was new to me as I am a believer of no alcohol during swimming cause I am afraid things would happen. They did not drink though, they only took sips. They convinced everyone to drink tequila and even thought how to drink it. But it's more like "Here is one cup. I'll pour a little. Taste it. I'll pass this cup so everyone can try." I'm glad they did it that way. They were also surprised I tasted since I said I don't drink. When I drank it tasted like a high concentration of rubbing alcohol and I felt pain in my stomach. I thought to myself "Yeah, I am drinking wine instead". It was still a fun experience. We played games in the pools. They also cooked food and I brought store-bought food since I needed to contribute somehow.

We also did some exchange gift. I was so worried my classmate would not like my gift but I am glad she did. I got a bag which was in purple! I am so grateful. I now have many bags. I have bags and clothes. I just needed more courage so I can dress up in the style I wanted like "I woke up two hours before to style myself" vibe. Rather, I keep doing a style with a "just woke up and put on some clothes" vibe. I hope this bag becomes my stepping stone to be the main character of my life.

My goal for next year and the years to come is to be the main character of my life. To do the things I wanted without becoming scared. To be more conscious of my looks and hygiene to be prettier and look more presentable. To focus on my hobbies and be better with my studies. To improve on my shortcomings and to stop putting a bare minimum on things. Lastly, I wanted to be free and overcome my fear of being judged. The first part of the year was painful but I am happy this semester made me the happiest person in the whole world. I wish for more happiness in the years to come.

Past me, I hope you keep fighting and choose to not give up. Things do get better in the end. I hope you know that I have always loved you and you deserve good things. Do not punish yourself. Please be happy. I am rooting for you.

Date: December 16, 2023

[ryanmarshallryan]

Here's a short story about consensual vore with two college roommates stressed about finals. Finals are coming up for me so maybe I'll make it happen in real life

Stress was high, blood sugar was low. Zach had been studying for his final exams all week, on top of trying to keep up with his day job and finishing his classes. He accidentally fell asleep while studying some flashcards on the couch, and woke up to the smell of cinnamon sugar wafting through the air. As he took in his surroundings, he looked over to the kitchen and saw his roommate, Tyler, making toast. Zach’s stomach gave a huge, unexpected rumble in response to the sight and smell of food, alerting Tyler to his roommate’s woken state.

“How are you doing?” Tyler asked.

“I’ve been better. Stressed about finals.” Replied Zach.

“Did you study so hard you forgot to eat?” Tyler asked, being met with a nod from Zach. Tyler offered Zach a piece of toast, which he gratefully accepted. “I’m surprised you forgot to eat. When I get stressed, all I do is emotional-eat nonstop until my stomach can’t handle anymore.”

“Oh don’t worry I do that, too,” Zach replied, picking up a plastic bag filled with left-over containers and brown paper bags from dozens of take-out orders and deliveries, “I’ve definitely been stress eating a lot recently. Just must have forgot to eat today.”

“Is that from this past week?”

“Nope, all from yesterday,” Zach replied, “When I’m really stressed my stomach kinda takes over.”

“If you can eat all that in a day, man, you could probably eat me and not even notice,” Tyler suggested with a laugh.

“Of I could definitely eat you,” Zach replied laughing along, “but I’m sure I’d notice you squirming around in my gut while I try to focus on studying.”

“That’s true, I might be a bit of a distraction…” Tyler continued, playing along with the joke, “but hey I’m stressed with my finals too. Might be nice if you just ate me, then I wouldn’t have to worry about them for a bit.”

Zach’s stomach began rumbling again, “Must be the toast settling.” His gut roared and shook a bit more, “But if you want to join the toast, I’m sure my stomach would be happy to have a guest.”

Tyler sat next to Zach and patted Zach’s belly and jokingly said to it, “Rumble one more time and I’ll come on in,” and right on cue it rumbled loudly once again.

“Well you heard the boss,” Zach jested, “But honestly I think I could swallow you down if I set my mind to it… I swallowed a whole watermelon once.”

“A whole watermelon! Well now I gotta see this.” Tyler said with a smile.

“Really?”

“Get me out of my finals, big guy, and we got a deal.” Replied Tyler.

Zach could smell Tyler’s breath being so close; it smelled sweet like cinnamon sugar. Eating Tyler would just be like eating that amazing toasted bread. Zach stretched his mouth over Tyler’s hands as he pushed them together and into his maw. Tyler gazed wide-eyed down Zach’s throat with an expression mixed with curiosity, fear and arousal. Zach kept swallowing, slowly salivating over Tyler’s arms as they slid in easily. Tyler’s hair tickled Zach’s nose, but he pushed Tyler’s head in and got past that funny feeling.

Tyler’s shoulders were difficult to squeeze in of course, but Zach just though about that cinnamon sugar toast loaded with butter and imagined Tyler covered in butter like-wise, and soon Tyler’s entire torso was sliding down Zach’s tight gullet.

At this point, over half of Tyler’s body was engulfed inside Zach, so Zach took hold of Tyler’s legs and lifted them up, leaning back to help gravity pull them in further. Tyler’s face must have reached the stomach and found an air pocket because Zach could hear his muffled voice shout “I found the toast!”

Zach’s throat was beginning to feel incredibly dry as Tyler’s body coarse through it, but Zach kept thinking of that butter on toast and in a moment Tyler’s feet were zooming across the tongue, into the throat and into the stomach with a plop.

Zach reached for some well needed water, and chugged a bit down.

“I feel like I’m taking a very odd shower, inside a strangely human hot tub.” Tyler mentioned.

Zach leaned back onto the couch, rubbing his massive stomach and feeling it sway and stretch to get comfortable with Tyler moving around inside.

“Hey I know you said I might be a distraction in here while you study, but weren’t you studying flashcards? Swallow them too and I can quiz you on them… Oh and maybe a flashlight too.”

And that’s exactly what they did.

“Woah, you really can take in a whole lot when you stress-eat.” Said Tyler.

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Boasted Zach.

“Maybe not at studying, but definitely at eating.” Tyler said, making both of them laugh.

[shrimpatheticstuff]

Heya, this is my first time writing so im sorry if i do this wrong but im obsessed with your account!

I'm not sure if you're even accepting requests, if not feel free to ignore this

Could I request the Azul reacting to y/n (!fem or !gn) passing out from their eating disorder?

In which Azul is worried sick about fem!Y/N

TW: ED (anorexia) 

Worry was an understatement. Azul, the busy man he is, knew that Y/N wasn't handling the results of her exams very well.

She hasn't been eating well since she found out the result to the point that her cheeks were getting hollow and she wasn't even surviving gym class. 

"Y/N, dear, would you like to be the taste tester for Mostro's new menu?" It was another one of his tricks to make her eat even for just a little bit. "It shall be made by yours truly-- For free!"

The thought of free food made her stomach grumble. Perhaps the punishment was enough since she wasn't able to get in the top 50?

"No, thank you, Azul. I've been having stomach problems lately."

"Perhaps a snack would help," the dorm leader suggested. "I read that human stomachs aren't resilient--"

"I'm gonna be late for gym class, see ya," she softly planted a kiss on his cheeks before running away.

Pushing up his glasses, he noticed the heartslabyul duo following behind. "Ace. Deuce." He called out. He could've sworn their souls left their bodies.

"Y-Yes!" Deuce quivered.

"Keep an eye on Y/N for me. That Vargas can be unforgiving," he sighed. "I don't have to say what might happen if you don't, now do I?"

"No, Azul-senpai," they quickly answered.

"Good."

“Azul...” She’s not keeping up with the rest, Azul thought, watching Y/N run on the other side of the field. 

“Azul.” And to think it’s almost lunchtime.

“Azul!” Maybe this time, I could persuade--

“AZUL!!” The dorm leader jumped, only to see Jamil gripping his broom threateningly. 

He cleared his throat before adjusting his glasses. “Must you yell?”

“You’re not even listening in the first place!” Jamil huffed. “What are you looking at anyway?” It didn’t take long when both students looked at the other side of the field to see Y/N. 

“I have my reasons,” Azul immediately replied. 

“Of course, you do. Now fly.”

Turning his back, Azul tried to focus on floating than seeing the flushed face of Y/N. Though he can’t help but feel something wrong.

“Prefect!” A scream echoed in the field. All class that was within range turned their heads to the group of first years. 

Azul’s heart dropped at the sight of Y/N motionless on the ground. Dropping his broom, he ran as fast as he can, eyes not leaving Y/N even when her classmates crowded her. 

“Y/N!” Azul yelled. 

“Call Coach Vargas!” Deuce ordered. Every noise drowned out when he finally reached her. Azul's tears were threatening to fall when he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking after seeing Y/N’s ghostly pale face. She wasn’t responding to any of his calls.

Big muscular arms scooped the prefect from the ground. “Ashengrotto, watch this class for me.”

“But sir--”

“I can look after these first years, Coach,” Jamil answered. Azul didn’t realize it when he got here. “Go,” he muttered. 

The infirmary never felt so far. The moment they arrived, Azul quickly informed the school nurse what happened. Vargas left after a while to come back to class, but Azul stayed, even when the lunch bell already rang. He was waiting for Y/N to wake up.

And she did. 

Azul wanted to say everything. He wanted to nag how foolish she has been, how she pushed herself too far, how he could've helped. 

"Why?" his tone was gentle. Seeing the tears building up in her eyes, he couldn't be angry.

"I failed..." she cried. "I failed all my exams and--and I thought I don't deserve to eat--"

"You did well enough to reach the passing scores." He gently held her hand. "Achieving that in this school from a world you don't know is amazing enough."

Y/N was about to open her mouth when she felt his grip tighten. "I don't know what resulted in this, but I will certainly not allow you to punish yourself by abstaining from eating. Not while I'm here."

Silence enveloped the room. Y/N found herself in Azul's chest as he ran his fingers in her hair in hopes of calming her down. "If the pressure's too much, call for me. I'll come no matter what."

[izusun]

Goblin anon here absolutely screeching over feral quirkless Midoriya, it's everything I wanted

I would like to also introduce a brand (my brand) of feral to Midoriya: pyromaniac.

Imagine Midoriya getting through the entrance exam by saving people, but also by bringing makeshift Molotov cocktails and wrecking almost as much shop as Bakugou.

Imagine the battle trials where Bakugou tries to blow up the building because "that's the only way to keep this little shit down" and in response Midoriya dodges and then sets the building on fire.

Imagine the USJ incident, which goes about the same, but his first instinct is to set the Noumu on fire. Yes he does so. He also nearly sets the stadium on fire at the sports festival so much that they had to evacuate sections of the stadium.

Midoriya (say it with me now) sets Stain on fire. When Tsukauchi meets with the murder trio after the Hosu incident, he just sighs and is like "Midoriya, really?" And this is when we learn that Midoriya has a history of coming across random villains and setting them on fire. When Inko arrives to pick him up she's just like "You're grounded."

There's theories about what Midoriya's quirk, everything from increased intelligence to extremely shitty luck to the ability to make anything he touches explodes (due to his inane ability to make a bomb/lighter out of the most insane things). When it comes out that he's quirkless, it just makes everyone even more afraid, as Midoriya can make a bomb out of some LSD and a rubber duck quirkless-

Pyromaniac quirkless Midoriya.

- Goblin anon

GOBLIN ANON IT’S BEEN AGES IM SORRY IM JUST RESPONDING NOW (ive been so bad at responding asks my god i struggle but thank u for ur au dumps, i love loVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!)

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU

feral quirkless gremlin midoriya going through shit by setting things on fire is just the way to go im duwldjwksk

i read midoriya with molotov cocktails and i have not stopped simping for and thinking about this midoriya

genuinely swooning at this ver of him

midoriya probably has a collection of lighters and basically does those hand tricks to calm him down or to take his mind off of things

bakugou and midoriya being more familiar with each other in their middle school days compared to canon and bakugou gifting midoriya with personalized all might lighter god that’s adorable

ok but they’re talking about their favourite heroes and bakugou goes, “shocking that you don’t like endeavour.”

and midoriya just shrugs, twisting his hand and fingers to orchestrate the fire’s dance from his lighter, his viridian eyes brighter and says, “his fire feels wrong.” and they leave it at that

midoriya being inspired by bakugou’s explosions and attempting to copy those so bad that bakugou thought midoriya’s trying out for support classes

OK BUT FIGHT WITH SLUDGE VILLAIN?

he yanks out makeshift molotov cocktails from his bag, lights them up and throws them at the bastard. the sludge villain screams and retreats slightly because not only was he facing the fires but also the exploded glass shards. it gave enough time for bakugou to explode the villain and escape enough to allow him to breathe. in the end, all might still defeats the sludge but he misses bakugou and midoriya who escaped. no ofa for firey green bean.

bakugou helping midoriya create more explosions.

“but kacchba i want fire, not explosions!”

“same difference you pyro asshole!”

midoriya learns them anyways and enjoys it.

THE EXAM!!

i have two ways:

one: midoriya appealed to the staff that he needed support items and they allowed him and they watched in shock as this little boy explodes the arena worse than the explosion-quirked student. of course he passes and aizawa took him on as his student.

two: midoriya appealed to the staff that he needed his support items but the staff did NOT allow him because they’re considered weapons (as if quirks are not genetic weapons but i DIGRESS) and so when the exam starts, he stays at the very back of the other examinees. this was so that when he arrives at the scene, there are already spare parts for him to scavenge so that he can build makeshift explosions (foregoing whatever shit he learned from katsuki because all that’s on his mind right now are molotov cocktails)

so that’s what happens. he scavenges parts and hides inside one of the buildings so that he can focus more on making explosions and be less worried about being attacked. when he was fully geared, he steps out and begins to retaliate.

he works fast as to not waste his time and the makeshift explosions. because of this, others (ahem-aoyama-ahem) had no opportunity to steal his score.

same thing happens: uraraka gets caught and midoriya explodes the zero pointer. this time, however, the robot is utterly destroyed.

aizawa and majima saw midoriya’s performance, adored it, and began fighting for midoriya.

“majima, he’s here for the hero classes.”

“great. now give him to me.”

nezu pretends that he’s not planning on splitting midoriya’s schedule anyways.

BATTLE TRIAL OH MY GOD rip all might i bet you keeled over so bad, you were one second from turning to small might there and then.

all might: ok so one explodey kid to look out for. that’s not bad.

all might, one minute later: this green kid looks familiar…

all might, ten minutes later: what the fuck.

NO BECAUSE bakugou and midoriya being excited to explode things (well, more like midoriya’s excited and bakugou just wants to fight midoriya) and having a blast when fighting each other.

1a’s probably thinking “oh no” followed by “they’re hot” (literally too because yk the building’s on fire.)

MIDORIYA EXPLODING THE NOUMU??? king shit

midoriya saw this monster running to aizawa and he just points a more eloquent looking flame thrower (thank u mei for working with midoriya with that) at this beast and sets it on fire.

it effectively slowed the noumu and gave the others an opportunity to pull aizawa from the hit zone. it also granted all might more freedom when fighting the noumu because it was slowed enough that all might didn’t have to worry about exceeding his time limit.

the fire damaged some of its nerve processes that the scientist and afo had not accounted for. of course this review is returned to them and many of the noumus become fireproof because of this incident.

OK BUT DURING THE SPORTS FEST

midoriya crushing on todoroki because fire.

he was actually very interested in todoroki prior to sports fest but something about todoroki’s fight against sero sparked something more in midoriya. midoriya saw the anger from his ice, now he wants to see the same intensity from his fire.

his spiel of “that’s your power, todoroki” goes differently. todoroki still pulls him aside and trauma dumps on him but this time he goes, without missing a beat, “that fire is a waste on you.”

todoroki full body pauses because that’s not something he’s ever, well, considered to hear after trauma dumping.

“what?” he croaks, confused at the bubbling feeling. it’s a miasma of anger and hurt, but to a scale so unfamiliar.

midoriya shrugs. “fire is unique, more so as an elemental quirk. you think it doesn’t make half of you—well, i mean you’re right. it doesn’t. you make it. you control it. fire is often uncontrollable and yet here you are, having it as your power. it’s yours to control, so control it. use it.”

todoroki’s ears are ringing.

“you have it as your power.”

“so control it.”

and so he did.

midoriya watched todoki’s fire; watched the way the flames lick up up up and leaves no air bathed in heat. midoriya sees the rawness of anger and determination and thinks, “this is how fire should always look like.”

unconsciously he also thinks how todoroki’s fire is far more beautiful than endeavour’s.

midoriya loses and he’s not as sad about it. losing to something sentient (fire, not todoroki), for him, is a blessing.

todoroki advances along with bakugou.

bakugou who is jealous of todoroki because he saw how midoriya eyed todoroki’s fire and knew todoroki’s a competition in other more ways.

bakugou wins again, this time less angry because todoroki used his fire against him.

STAIN THINKING MIDORIYA’S JUST THIS WEIRD HERO STUDENT WHO HAS NO SPECIFIC QUIRK UNTIL HE FEELS FLAME KISS HIS SKIN AND SCREAMS BECAUSE DAMN IT GREEN EYED KID JUST SET HIM ON FIRE

todoroki full on pausing because he thought he’s the one who set stain on fire unconsciously only to follow the fire’s trail and sees it’s from one of midoriya’s many support items.

“shoot i didn’t mean to burn him that fast!”

“that’s your issue!?”

midoriya gives them a “duh?” look and todoroki feels himself warming up (HAH another fire pun) at midoriya’s ease.

flying noumi still comes and picks him up but midoriya also sets this thing on fire. the difference between a winged noumu and a normal noumu is that the wings are far more flammable and midoriya had quite a bit of fun at setting it on fire and hearing the crackling of flames on rubbery wings.

endeavour casts him a glance that speaks of approval and midoriya doesn’t know if he hates it or not.

tsukauchi arrives and sees not only stain, but the noumu and heaves up a very big sigh. “midoriya, really?”

GOBLIN! PYROMANIAC QUIRKLESS MIDORIYA IZUKU IS A FAVE IM SCREAMING

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AKATSUKI- Bright Future◆Black Paradise Flycatchers Facing the Heavens Chapter Four

Cast: Souma, Nazuna

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer

Souma-chin, you’re literally the very definition. I would have never thought someone would be able to carry a sword around in public like that.

Chapter Four: 

(Yesterday, in front of the main gate at Nazuna’s university)

Souma: So this is Nito-dono’s university?

(Aaah… It is even grander than I had imagined. It is even larger than the Yumenosaki academy, which is a private school… There is so much, you could easily get lost if you get too careless…)

(It appears that a great many college students go here for their studies…?)

(Observing the passing college students around me, I am out of place… The meeting spot should be right here, but Nito-dono has yet to come…)

Nazuna: ​​Ooi~ Over here, Souma-chin!

Souma: ​​Nito-dono! I was worried you would not show up.

Nazuna: Don’t worry yourself like that~ The campus is busy right now, so I was slowed down.

But, I’m surprised! Souma-chin, of all people, interested in college?! 

Souma: Mhm. Truthfully, I surprise myself. When Hasumi-dono told me he took the exam, I didn’t realise I would grow curious about the “outside” world like this…

After all, Hasumi-dono seemed like he had no intention of going onto higher education..

I came here to see how it was. I am fortunate enough to have a mentor like you, Nazuna-dono.

Nazuna: Ahaha! Whatever the reason may be, I’m real happy you’re interested in college~?

I don’t really get why, but recently I’ve become some sort of model student for the idol course?

I’ve been getting requests to speak as a representative for inquiries about the campus from the idol course, you see~?

So, it’s like knocking two birds out with one stone! You get a tour, and I get some practice!

Souma: ​​Oh, I’m just hearing of this.

Yumenosaki’s “aidoru” course is, by name, an “aidoru” focused course. I would think there to be little support for those who wish to further their education, but…

Nazuna: Well, I guess the idol course was a bit unwelcoming, they were more focused with their main interest of training us all as idols…

But this year, things changed.

With Trickstar winning the SS, and the introduction of the ES system, Yumenosaki was back in business as the top idol school. 

Now that they don’t have to focus on producing only the very bestest idols, they can afford to let a few guys who didn’t quite make it as idols to college. 

I mean, you don’t always know where a celebrities big breaks going to come from, y’know~

I guess they want to capitalise on a past student’s achievements by showing how you can continue to be an idol while also going to college.

Souma: You speak the truth, the world of art is not a straightforward one.

Some people are instant hits, other’s late bloomers… The variety of choice is befitting this time.

Nazuna: Well, with the whole, “there is more to life than being an idol” thing… I think it’s sort of unfair they’re reaching out to me now, when they didn’t give me any of the same support…

Whatever, they’re on the right path now…

… Oh right, seems I’ve lost track of time. I tend to ramble with former classmates~

Since you made a trip all the way up here, I’ll show you around. C’mon, I don’t want to waste your time on chit chat!

Souma: I am indebted to you. The “kyanpasu” is so grandiose, I cannot even fathom where to begin.

Nazuna: That’s the case, isn’t it? I was just like that.

Walking around here, everyone here is just an ordinary person, or well… That’s how I see it—

It really makes the stuff that happened at Yumenosaki seem like a story right out of a book!

Souma-chin, you’re literally the very definition. I would have never thought someone would be able to carry a sword around in public like that.

Souma: Fufu, I have special privileges granted to me to wear my sword. This is what it means to truly be a samurai ♪

Nazuna: Ahaha, all this really makes me nostalgic ♪

… Well then. Souma-chin, do you like history or the like?

There are various historical documents available at the college’s archives, it’s open to outsiders, so c’mon, we can go check it out if you want. 

We’ve also got archaeology and history courses here, and I’m sure they’ve got swords and armour collections, some of which you haven’t seen~?

Souma: ​​Oooh, this school is just the very best! It has all the facilities for learning in excellence…!

Well then Nito-dono, the floor is yours!

Nazuna: Leave it to me! I’ve always wanted to tell my fellow ES idols what I do here.

To make sure no one tells you that the time you spent here was wasted, I’ll make sure you know all about the charms of university~☆

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