#okay i'm going now i need to organize how my study sessions are going to be done T-T

[minbinchan]

BANG CHAN ♡ 74TH KOUHAKU UTA GASSEN

[baby-alien11]

Needles and Stitches

Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem reader

A/N: I had appendicitis two years ago, and I can't forget that experience so I'm putting it in some of my fics (wattpad and here)

warnings: hospital and all things related, fluff, reader being under the effects of anesthesia and meds

After everything that happened months ago in Woodsboro, Chad didn't want to step into a hospital ever again

But here he is, by your side while they were prepparing you for appendicitis surgery

It all started three days ago when in the middle of a study session in the library when you started to get strong headaches which made Chad worried, but you minimized the situation saying it was because of stress

The next day, while you and Chad were in the middle of a make out ssession in his dorm, you stopped the kiss the moment you felt a pain in your right side of the abdomen

"What's wrong baby?", Chad asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I think I ate something in bad state", you responded with your face hidden in Chad's bare shoulder holding your right side

"Hey, what if we just lay down and I bring you some medicine?", Chad suggested circling your waist with his arms, "Does it sounds good?"

"Yeah", you answered in a low voice

Carefully, Chad lift you from his lap to left you in the bed covering you with the bedsheets before standing and searching for the medicine

The next symptomes were the lack of hunger and fever, along with the pain in the abdomen that didn't stop with meds

So, tricking you into thinking that you were going on a breakfast date, Chad took you to the infirmary campus were after several tests they took you to the hospital to get appendicitis surgery

"I still want my breakfast date", you said getting out of the bathroom with the hospital gown on

"First we need to get your appendix out", Chad responded helping you get to the hospital bed, "I already told the group, Sam said she is coming right now and the others are coming after classes"

"I can't believe I'm having appendicitis at 19 years old"

"Well, the doctor said this was the limit age, and if you think about it, this organ doesn't have an utility at this point"

"Since when do you know all about this stuff?", you joked

"I read everything about the appendix on the way here", he answered making you laugh, "Hey, everything is going to be fine, okay?"

"I know, it's just that I don't like needles"

"Hey, if I survived being stabbed last year, you can survive an appendix about to explode"

"I can't belive you actually compare both situations", you laughed in disbelief

In that moment, the nurse returned with the things to prepare you for the surgery; during the IV placement, Chad held your other hand and covered your eyes so you don't see the needle in your hand

During the whole way to the surgery room, Chad didn't let go your hand giving you assurasing words, leaving kisses in your forehead and lips before getting separated

Openning your eyes after what felt like the longest nap you've ever taken, you noticed that you were back in your hospital room, and the whole friend group was there too

"I'm back", you said in low and raspy voice

That phrase made everyone get closer to you bed with concern

"I'll call the doctor", Sam said pressing the button next to the bed

"How you feeling?", Chad asked sitting in the bord of the bed

"Sleepy and empty", you answered

"Yeah, they took a whole organ out of you", Quinn joked, "Actually is in here"

"What?", you asked in confussion

In response, Tara showed you a small plastic cup with you appendix floating in liquid making you frown with disgust

"Who would think that this small organ could kill anyone", Tara commented

"It looks like a cheeto", Ethan pointed

"I would say a shrimp", Anika continued

"Looks more like the parasite of REC", Mindy followed, "Like the one in the original movies, not the remakes"

"I can't believe you are making fun of my appendix", you scoffed

"Well, it's out so is no longer part of you", Chad said, "But you are going to feel well from now on"

Interrupting the conversation, the doctor and a nurse entered to the room, which made the whole group get apart from the bed except for Chad who stayed by your side holding your needleless hand

"Hi, Y/N, how are you feeling?", the doctor asked while the nurse checked your vitals, "Any pain?"

"From the inside no, but my stitches hurt a bit"

"That's normal, but we still going to give you some medication for the pain, you are going to stay for the night and tomorrow you can leave, liquid diet for the next week, complete rest for three weeks or a month until the scar is completely cured, I will remove the stitches in a week from now", the doctor instructed

"What do you mean by liquid diet?", Chad asked with a notebook and pen in hand

"Juice, water, tea, fruit, soup, jelly, things like that", the doctor answered, "Nothing to strong for her stomach, and be careful while taking showers because of the stitches, if someone could help you, the better"

"We would take care of her", Sam spoke

After a few moments, the doctor and the nurse left, leaving the friend group alone

"I really wanted a burger", you comented making everyone laugh

[ferris-the-wheel]

m!MC x TWST characters

Info: You're very studious and have incredibly neat notes— like, you put Riddle's notes to shame. You're like Riddle but twice as bad: you're pretty much always studying in your free time and don't have much of a social life.

TW: None off the top of my head

"Hey, Y/N. Do you want to go on a walk?" Jack poked his head into your room. You looked up momentarily from your notes. "Hm? Oh, hey Jack. Can you repeat the question?"

Jack entered your room and crossed his arms idly. "I asked if you wanted to go on a walk with me. To stretch your legs, since you've been sitting in here for a few hours." He said. You shook your head, turning back to your open notebook. You could tell that he was peering over your shoulder (his hand was right next to yours, resting on your desk).

"Your handwriting is so neat. And everything's so organized!" He said in surprise. You turned to face him again. "Why are you so surprised? Aren't yours?" You asked. He shook his head with a defeated look on his face. "Not even close. Before seeing yours, I thought mine were pretty okay, but compared to yours, they're pretty messy." He sighed.

"Hm. I can show you some pointers." You offered. He nodded. "I could use the extra help. My grades aren't terrible, I guess, but maybe better notes could help improve them more?"

"Taking good notes and remembering them help a lot in the long run." You said. "It helps better your understanding." He nodded with a serious look on his face. You couldn't help but think of an apprentice who was listening to their mentor's wise words. Would that make you the mentor then?

"I'll be right back, gotta go grab my notebooks!" Jack said, hurrying out of the room, his bushy tail wagging.

. . .

"I'm back! Where should we start?" He asked, putting his notebooks down on your desk. You flipped through them, skimming the contents. "I can tell that you pay attention well, though you're missing out on a lot of key details; that may be why your grades are suffering." You commented.

"Huh? But I make sure to write down all the important stuff. Like names and dates in history, and measurements and ingredients in alchemy." He said in confusion.

"You do, but they're not as detailed as they could be. Look here, compare my notes to yours. See how on one topic, mine takes up a full page whereas yours takes up only half of the page? For example, in your history notes, you included the dates and names of events and people, but specifically during the events, you didn't write down a whole lot of information on what actually happened." You pointed to each example, jotting down the occasional notation in his notebook.

"You're right. I could have added more details there." He said, looking slightly crestfallen. Then he became more determined. "Oh, this is so helpful! I'm learning more already!" He said triumphantly. "My grades will get even better now that you've helped me out." He pumped a fist in the air.

You laughed dryly. "No need to get too excited. We've got a whole lot more to cover."

"Idia?" You asked, walking into his room. You'd knocked but hadn't received an answer, so you'd invited yourself in. You heard a crash and saw Idia on the floor, sitting limply by his gaming chair— was that what it was called?

"W- w- what are you d- doing in here?!" He stammered, looking afraid. He disentangled himself from his chair and busied himself with making it sit upright again.

"Professor Trein assigned us to work on a history project together. Weren't you paying attention?" You demanded. To be honest, you weren't really expecting him to remember who you were. Or to be paying attention at all.

"N- NO! When did that happen?!" He exclaimed, swiping at a hovering bright blue panel and messing with something on it. You heard Professor Trein's voice come from it— likely a recording of the class session.

"... and Y/N L/N, you'll be working with Idia Shroud. You'll find him in his room. Moving on..." The recording abruptly stopped as Idia swiped the panel away, groaning and muttering to himself. You took a step forward. "Before we start this project, I'd like to see your notes." You said, not really attempting to hide the dubious tone that crept into your voice. You sincerely doubted that he had even taken notes, given what you'd heard about him.

"E- eh, um... can't we do this project online? O- or—" You cut him off. "No. It has to be physically handed in by the end of the week. And don't get your hopes up, I'm not going to do everything myself. It's a partner project, so you're pulling your own weight. And I'm not getting a shit score just because you don't do what you're assigned." You said. You gave him a hard stare, daring him to argue.

He made a little noise of fear and started muttering again, his hands shaking. Maybe being super serious wasn't the best idea if you were going to convince him to work. "Alright, alright, let me see what notes you have." You sighed, sitting yourself on his bed and setting your own notes down. He blinked and fiddled with his fingers. "I- I usually j- j- just look stuff up o- on the internet." He stammered out. Deadpan silence.

You gave an exasperated sigh, tossing your notebooks to him, which he barely managed to catch. "Look through those and memorize what you can. Then we'll get to work on the project. It's no use going into it if you don't even know what you're talking about." You said.

Idia flipped through the pages, his eyes slowly widening. "Is this what normies' notes look like? Jeez, that seems like such—" A glare from you. "A- A GOOD way to spend your time doing!"

"Y/N, I need your assistance." Riddle said, approaching you. You were seated in the library, studying as usual. You paused from your memorization and blinked, seeing your neat handwriting flash white against the dark of your eyelids. "Yes, Riddle, what can I do for you?"

"Do you remember the name of that new alchemy textbook that Professor Crewel wanted us to read?" He asked. "I wrote it down somewhere, but a couple of freshmen caused some trouble, and when I returned to grab it, the paper was gone." He explained, looking annoyed.

"Oh, yes. It's this one right here. I'm done with it, so you can use it." You said, sliding the textbook across the table. "The pages were 378-423." You added, turning back to your open notebook. You saw Riddle nod out of your peripheral vision and he picked up the textbook. A few moments went by.

"You take very precise notes." Riddle commented. You looked up again and saw that he was trying to read them sideways. You turned them so he could read them accurately. "Thank you. I find that neatness and accuracy in note-taking increases my memorization, and therefore my grades." You stated. Riddle nodded in agreement. Then a look of surprise passed over his face.

"You color code your notes? I'd never thought of doing that before. What do they all mean?" He asked, now very curious. You pulled out the chair next to you, which he gladly sat down in, setting the alchemy textbook off to the side. You shifted the notebook so that it faced the two of you.

"The red is the ingredients in a certain potion. The orange is for the name of the potion or whatever it is I need to remember. Yellow is for specific times that things need to be done at. Green is for important terms that I should remember— though I hardly use it. Blue is the steps for each respective mixture. And purple is for important things other than terms that I should remember. I underline things in red if I think they're likely to show up on any exams. Oh, right, and I use pink for little side notes that might be important to remember for later on."

Riddle looked shocked by your explanation, then his expression changed to a more relaxed expression. He smiled. "I think that's a very good idea. I think I'll attempt doing this with my own notes, if you don't mind."

"Not at all. It's a simple studying strategy." You said. Riddle seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. "I should enforce this type of studying style on the struggling Heartslaybul students. Maybe that should help increase their grades." He said. You nodded. "It's helped me remember things easier, I don't see why it shouldn't help others."

Riddle stood up abruptly, scooting back his chair and picking up the textbook. "I think I'll try it out myself first before introducing it to the others. Maybe I should add it to the rules..." You heard him mumbling to himself as he pushed in his chair and began to walk away. Then he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Thank you for the brilliant idea."

"Oh my, what a pleasant surprise." You didn't look up from the mushroom you were studying. "Hello, Jade." You said. He crouched down on the ground beside you.

"I believe this mushroom is called a bracket fungus." He said. You nodded. "It's a decomposer mushroom, right? I hear you're the mushroom expert." You said. Jade laughed. "I wouldn't call myself an expert, per se, though I will admit that my knowledge of different kinds of mushrooms is quite vast."

"Well, since you're here currently, would you mind sharing some information about bracket fungi? I'm researching it for Professor Crewel's upcoming class." You said.

"Well, it grows primarily on dead trees and such, if that helps." Jade noted. You wrote that down on a mini flip book you'd brought with you.

"But you could have just researched that from countless books in your dorm rather than come all the way up here to the mountains." Jade said. "Is there another reason you came up here?" He smiled, though you couldn't tell if it was genuine due to the rest of his facial expression.

"I wanted hands-on experience that I couldn't get just by reading a book. Such as the smell and the humidity or lack thereof of the environment. I read somewhere that touching fungi isn't advised as some are poisonous, so I opted to read up on that later." You admitted.

"Well, that's certainly a valid reason to come up here. Is there a specific reason you chose to study fungi right now rather than when the lesson is actually taking place?" Jade asked curiously as you began to move on, crossing the previous mushroom off your list.

"I'd rather have at least some form of prior knowledge so I'm not going in blind. Besides, it gives me something to do." You said, now eyeing your surroundings carefully on the lookout for more mushrooms.

"You don't have any hobbies you'd rather pursue?" Jade inquired. You frowned. "I never said that. And what's wrong with studying?" You shot back. Jade laughed, making his way with ease through the lush undergrowth. He was obviously used to the mountainside.

"Nothing's wrong with studying, I just notice that studying is all you seem to do. Taking a break wouldn't be the end of the world." He said. You looked around again. No mushrooms.

"What's more important than getting good grades? Anyway, you seem like you know the way around here. Do you happen to know where more mushrooms are?" You asked, turning to face him.

"In fact, I do. But may I see your small notebook for a moment? Merely to see what mushrooms you've already come across." He said politely. You begrudgedly handed it over and he flipped through it.

"You have quite the copious notes! They would put even Azul or Riddle to shame. And these drawings are very detailed." He said, flipping through them even more. He cleared his throat.

"My apologies, I got carried away. There should be some that you haven't listed here a few yards to your right, behind you." He pointed past your shoulder. "I have plenty more facts about mushrooms to share with you." He offered you your notebook back.

You took it and set off toward the direction he'd pointed at. "It's quite pleasant to be able to talk to someone; it's usually just me in these mountains. Your company is quite enjoyable." Jade said with what you knew was accompanied by his signature smile.

Boo!! Hello~~ This idea kind of sprang to my head while I was writing stuff down. I hope it wasn't too boring or repetitive! Oh yeah, all of these characters were selected by a wheel, so Riddle's part was complete coincidence. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Bye~~!! 🧡

Please note that once again, I'm tired, so ignore any mistakes as proofreading is like the last thing on my mind. Tysm for tolerating my braindeadness. 😊😘

[iidigestive-readerii]

Partners, Perhaps

To say that they were lovers was a bit of a stretch. Great, wonderful friends that fell into bed together quite often but didn’t go out of their way to see each other, but talked as much as they could. They loved each other dearly and would do anything for each other.

Well…almost anything. Their respective careers were everything to them. It was the core of who they were, probably part of the reason they fell for each other.

Well…definitely part of the reason for her. Obi-Wan would always be her Jedi protector. He’d protected once upon a time during the Civil War, then several times over the years, and of course during the Clone Wars so many times…

Partners, perhaps.

That sounded a bit harsh, when they had never lived together…but life was life, and relationships worked in weird ways. Satine had never concerned herself with the intricitates like the Galaxy did… and now as she breathed a heavy sigh and put head in her hands, she realized she - they - would have too.

“God damn it Obi-Wan.”

With a frustrated huff Satine left the ‘fresher, leaving the evidence behind and went to search for her personal comlink. She wasn't necessarily an organized person, and found the comlink - eventually - in between her couch cushions.

The familiar tone rang for a while once she punched it in, and then eventually an option to leave a voicemail appeared.

She hung up, tossing the comlink on the caf table and sinking into the cushions. There was a part of her that wanted to settle in for a good long sulk, or even ring it again, but it hadn't even been five minutes when the comlink rang again.

"Obi!"

The hologram of Obi-Wan smiled, running a hand through his hair as he walked. "My apologies, dear one. The Council was wrapping up a meeting and I didn't want to cut off Mace. What's - "

"Hi Satine!" Ahsoka popped up, a wide smile on her face. "I got to sit in on a Council meeting - it was so boring! How are you doing?"

"I'm doing well, Ahsoka." Satine had always been fond of the girl, and couldn't be more thankful for her help during the Siege of Mandalore. She had been so relieved when the girl had come back to the Order… losing Ahsoka had broken many spirits. "Congrats on becoming a knight - I'm sorry I couldn't make it there."

"It's okay - your present came though! I planted some already and one of the trees is starting to sprout!"

"I'm glad. I know how much you like the fruits and spices here. It's fitting that you have a green thumb."

"Can't say I have much of one, though I do enjoy the fruits of others labor," Obi-Wan quipped. He waved Ahsoka onwards when he stopped, probably at a nook in one of the many hallways of the Temple. The merry look on his face sobered a bit when he studied her face, worry creasing his brow. "My love, it's what, one in the morning on Sundari? Why are you calling?"

Satine parted her lips, trying to figure out how to respond. "I can't comm a friend to catch up?"

"I don't know how much 'catching up' we can do when we talk most days, time difference aside." Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. "What's wrong?"

"...do you have anything important today occuring? Anything at all in the next - uhh… few months?"

Obi-Wan pulled his head back, looking puzzled at her question. Holding up a finger to indicate to wait, he took the comlink and cut the signal.

Tears came to her eyes, and she did her best to wipe them away. When the Hologram came back, Satine was doing her best not to sob - from happiness, fear, some guilt - she wasn't sure.

"I found an empty conference room - there's a Senate session I need to head to after lunch in about two hours - Satine?" Obi-Wan asked in alarm. "What is going on, are you well? Did something happen?"

"Oh something happened," Satine muttered. "Not sure I would have planned it this way."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant."

There was silence from the other end. Obi-Wan stared, and for a moment she wondered if the hologram had froze. Technology could only go so far. Eventually he left out a bit of a laugh, blinking several times and leaning back in the seat. "What - wow, uh that's - that's wonderful - I mean, if you want to keep it of course - oh my goodness, how - you're always on birth control how?"

Satine had to smile at his excited - and maybe a little panicked - ramblings. "I decided to stop using it, remember? Wanted to give my body a break from an internal one, just use it as needed… I must have forgotten one night or condom broke or we didn't use one or…something."

"Something indeed," Obi-Wan muttered as he rubbed a hand over his face. She knew he was trying to keep excitement down, for her sake, because he still didn't know her opinion on it -

But they both loved children, and given the fact she'd raised Korkie as her own from toddler hood onwards, even as a new ruler -

And Obi-Wan had Anakin and then Ahsoka, and he doted on the Skywalker twins and loved them as his own -

"You're excited?" Obi-Wan asked, finally looking her in the eye. "You're happy about this?"

Satine nodded, wiping away more tears. "I've uh… suspected for a few weeks. Every test has been positive, even the one from the med center earlier today. I…took another just in case before I commed…"

Obi-Wan smiled, moving his hand forward like he wanted to embrace her and settling on running a hand through his hair. "This…changes a few things."

"Mmm hmm - I will not have you choose between being a father and Jedi. I respect you too much for that and - "

" - and we have awhile to figure this out," Obi-Wan whispered. "How long?"

"I'm... ten weeks?"

"Then I'll be there for the next thirty - give or take a few weeks. Not sure how long I can stand being surrounded by Mandalorians without needing a break here and there."

[itsbenedict]

Two-Faced Jewel: Thunderbrush 15

Never Call It Piss Magic Again

A conwoman disguised as a noble and the delegation of university students studying her have arrived in the jungle city of Thunderbrush, ruled by ancient dryads and organized crime. Will they manage to stay uninvolved in shady conspiracies? (No.)

Story so far | Session log index | Previous session

Last time, the players extricated themselves from an awkward situation with some ghost dryad mafia protection racketeers, and hurried off to the local brothel to go cure a vampire of her vampirosity. They did a bang-up job of it, despite some close calls- and now it's time for them to decompress after a job well-done.

Also grapple with the nightmarish implications of Saelhen's powers. And drive Looseleaf to the brink of a complete mental breakdown vis-a-vis backstory trauma. And receive extremely troubling news about the Stump conspiracy's agenda. And have nightmares.

So, first order of business: the party needs to flirt with some NPCs. Saelhen manages to apologize for all the craziness that's been going on during this sports-watching date... while also being the smoothest operator in the world somehow. This prompts...

After some further ruthless ladykilling, Zzaiya flees the scene in a fit of embarrassment, unable to process the idea of someone being romantically interested in her. Allegedly, her house is nearby.

Meanwhile, Oliver is trying to put the moves on the recently-shirtless Sam Sweethoney...

...but runs into a brick wall of total obliviousness. Sam Sweethoney is seemingly incapable of realizing that anyone is ever being serious about anything, and takes incoming flirtation as a hilarious joke that he's in on.

While Oliver is striking out with the world's densest shirtless halfling tattoo artist, Looseleaf and Saelhen try to have a serious conversation about... all that shit that just happened.

The thing is... Saelhen's invested a great deal of emotional attachment into this thing that lets her turn invisible- for reasons that she'd prefer not be discussed in mixed company.

While they're in the middle of discussing how dangerous their personal magic powers are, and whether it's ethically permissible to use them at all... Oliver shows up, very curious about Looseleaf's magic powers.

Looseleaf is set on edge by this question.

Oliver is surprised about the apparent deadliness of teaching spirit magic- and has a billion follow-up questions, none of which please Looseleaf to hear.

Oliver keeps pressing... and Looseleaf explodes.

Looseleaf: "I don't fucking know, okay? I'm not a specialist in this! I was supposed to be an anthropologist before everything happened and now I am a mage wielding a near-extinct line of magic because nobody else can do it and so I have to figure out how to do all the things that THEY were supposed to be responsible for doing!" "I don't know! I'm relearning this from scratch! You want answers but I don't have any!" "Nobody has answers anymore!" By the end of it Looseleaf's speech is seeming… weirdly discongruous and jilted, each syllable coming out jerky and staccato. "You know what, you want it so badly, maybe you can actually learn and then I can go do other things with my worthless life-" Oliver Highhollow-Selby: Oliver is stepping backwards and looking scared/worried/horrified as Looseleaf is basically suddenly unraveling. Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Okay, well, it appears that question time might be over, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Highhollow, I think we are going to get something in your stomach, dear heart, and perhaps a nice bath and — save everything else for later, yes? Sounds good?"

Oliver tries to apologize and calm her down, but it doesn't go well.

Saelhen diplomatically defuses the situation, drawing attention to her own role in today's debacle to reduce tensions. Looseleaf apologizes to Oliver for her outburst, an olive branch is proffered... and then Looseleaf remembers she needs to change the subject.

Right! That situation! Looseleaf still doesn't divulge how she knows this, but Oliver's on the back foot and kind of has to trust her about this. He intends to report in to Evelyn at his nearest opportunity.

Still- it's getting late, and they happen to be at a place that is technically an inn (and brothel and live music venue and bar and grill and lesser temple of Karou), and the Sweethoneys are happy to put the party up for the night. But first... dinner! Vampire surgery is hungry work.

At the bar, they meet Dall, who's beyond relieved that her girlfriend is alive despite the odds. She treats them to drinks, and- after Looseleaf invoices her to the tune of two hundred gold- begins explaining the Iron Section incident that led to this whole vampire issue.

The Iron Section, Dall explains, was a mining division. Specifically the iron mining division, as the name implies. Dall tells you, with increasingly slurred speech, about the Iron Section incident. They had a mineshaft that was going deeper than usual- the kind of dig that risks unearthing monsters. As a result, the mineshaft was completely sealed off, and the workforce quarantined to the dig site for the duration of the expedition- until the entire shaft was cleared out and warded and declared safe. This isn't that unusual for dwarven mining companies- it's akin to going out on a lobster boat for a while, you get paid handsomely for the long and arduous multi-day work shift. The dig site was sealed off to ensure no one would come or go, besides the iron carts- and because of this, there wasn't much oversight, besides the foreman in charge and his subordinate management. Which means when the foreman somehow became a vampire- and was the first to become a vampire- there was no one above him to countermand his orders. Gelly had explained to her- the foreman cared about his workers, he didn't want them to die, so he didn't feed on them to the point of exsanguination- but when a vampire feeds on you without killing you, you get thralls. And he wasn't as heartless as Cabana Jim- when his thralls hungered, he didn't starve them half to death to keep them compliant. He fed them. And so it proceeded until the entire Iron Section was vampirized- and then they were out of blood. And so they got increasingly hungry and desperate and left the quarantine mine, in a sudden attack on the surface. This got the attention of the Ecumene of Harmony, led by bishop Celeste Yonder. The ecumene led a cleanup crew and killed them all.

Yeesh.

The party asks a few questions about the monster issue- which Dall isn't super knowledgeable about. Apparently if you dig deep enough, monsters can just spawn in the depths, in any sufficiently large hollow space deep underground. There's ways to block this from happening, but Dall can't quite remember what kind of magic is involved.

Afterwards, they hit the hay. Looseleaf, through a soul link, detects that Oyobi is coincidentally also in this establishment, upstairs in a private room with someone. Weird.

Looseleaf also takes some time to contact Miriko Watchwood via telepathy. Apparently, Miriko has "disposed of" Jess Chainer- by which she means, locking her up in a cell underneath the ghost dryad Ana, to have her life force fed upon. Miriko's met back up with her employer, and everything seems hunky-dory for her... but Looseleaf detects a wrong note.

Like... shouldn't Miriko be mad at her boss? The one who knew she was enslaved at Cabana Jim's, and used that as an opportunity to extract information from rich tourists instead of, say, rescuing her?

Miriko denies this.

Looseleaf gets a crit roll on Something's Fishy.

Trauma aside, the party tucks in for a good night's sleep.

Looseleaf has a dream.

Looseleaf has this same dream for the next few nights- each time a bit less obscured and difficult to remember. There is a last time that she has this dream, later on- at which point it is fully revealed. She's yet to discuss it with anyone, though.

Saelhen, by contrast, has this same dream, revealed from the very first time- but she can't remember it when she jolts awake in panic.

:) :) :)

Next time. Looseleaf and Oliver go to school and have a nice time and learn some things! That's all! Don't worry!

[mythicalninjas]

Bloody Season

Donnie and Leo X Fem!Reader

This is a serie of three chapters about Donnie explaining to his brothers about menstruation. His such knowledge was given by reader through a doubt he had during her period, and from deep researches.

Warnings: SFW, blood mention.

Leonardo was in the kitchen drinking some water before prepare himself for another training round, as he always do—a glass of fresh water soothe his nerves, relaxing his tensed muscles. You were caught off guard by his deep voice calling you, who was staring at his toned muscles (damn, it might had made Leo think you were flirting or something).

"Oh, hi Leo" You hide your embarassement with a forced smile.

Leo tilted his head sightly, a pair of blue eyes studying you.

"Is everything okay? You seem far away" the leader commented as walks past you towards dojo.

"Oh uh, yeah, I'm fine..."

"You sure?".

"Yep, of course" Another dork smile curled over your lips, making Leonardo shake his head and following his way to another side of the big space of the Lair.

"Oh, Y/N-" He called, turning to face you again "Wanna join me for training?".

You gulped by concern. Of course, you have always accept his invitation to spend some time in dojo—not to execute heavy ninjutsu, but for a basic self defense session, yoga, or meditation. It is, mostly, physical effort; and today you sorta "forbidden" of require from it.

"I appreciate it, Leo, but... I... can't..."

"Why you can't?" He simply asked, confused. You have never refused his invite for training, but today he noticed you were quieter than before.

You trembled a bit "Uh... You wouldn't understand..." your shoulders shrugged, making your form smaller than normal. Moving his nimble legs, he made his way to you. He had never seen you acting like this before: quieter than as you used to be, staying in your own personal space during the much time of the day, tired and sad eyes expressed over your gently face. He knew you were not okay.

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" He asked, landing his massive hand softly on your shoulder.

"Yes, Leo" You assured "I'm not in those mood days, ya know..." You looked up at him, watching carefully his worry face staring down at you.

"You're not okay. Don't lie to me". You felt the concern and authority in his voice. The urge of explain your fragile situation is big, but would Leonardo understand? You do not feel comfortable to talk about it; you're not ready yet.

"I..." You sighed deeply "I'm on my period".

Now who was caught off guard was Leo. The poor fearless froze with his hand still touching you, his mind far away from reality. What is he thinking, you thought, trying to not laugh at his confused face.

"Leo?"

His eyes twinkled, his attention back to you "I-uh, of course. Period?" He murmmured the last word to himself "And how are you feeling now? I mean!-" Poor man, he is so lost "I will- I'll train. Call me if you need some help" he smiled timidly, leaving you alone in the main space.

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle, walking towards a couch near you. You have no idea what Leo was thinking back there, and you would pay for know that.

Leonardo, in quick steps, head to dojo; his mind still lost in an infinity of questions, hipotheses, weird stuff. Why can't you do your stuff during your period? So many doubts fills his head. Leo stops a step away from the door of the dojo, face down and eyes locked on the ground. He doesn't accept being struggled by such of curiosity, and he doesn't dare ask you about it.

"Donatello" Leo called as enters in the computer station where his young nerdy brother was working on something which Leo didn't lose time to think about.

"Leo! You scared me!" Donnie protested, placing his hand above his upper chest "What happened?".

"Listen up. There's something wrong with Y/N. She has been acting weirdly in the last few days and it doesn't smell good and I'm not liking that. She didn't agreed in join me in training today and-".

"Whoa, whoa Leo. Chill out!" Donnie interrupted "What are you talking about?".

"She said she's on her period or something."

Donnie's cheeks swallowed, then the boy broke in laughs, making Leo blush a bit "Why are you laughing?".

"Leo, there's nothing wrong with Y/N. As she said, she is on her period. It's normal".

The leader eyes focused on a random spot in the lab, thinking, then at Donnie again "What do you mean?".

Donnie composed himself, leaning back on his skateboard chair, hands above his both thighs "Well" he lets out a heavy breathe "Do you really wanna know what is going on with her?".

Leo nodded affirmatively, stteping closely towards Donnie while picks a random chair near him and positioning it between his legs as lands his elbows above the back of the chair. It's the first time that Donnie sees his older brother's attention locked on him, which surprised the genius.

"Okay, I'll say. But you have to pay attention carefully".

Leo nodded again, Donnie's eyes moving over a screen next to him, its light illuminating half of his face "Once a month women undergo a natural process called period or menstruation". Leo nodded softly as listen carefully each word pronounced by his young brother "As we—everybody—knows, it happens within an organ named Uterus, or womb".

"Yes, yes" Leo agreed.

"The uterus prepares itself for pregnancy every single month, if the woman does not get pregnant, the uterus expels all its hard work which it has done throughout the month. That's why women bleed during this time".

"Wait, bleed? You mean blood runs out of their body?".

"Yep, blood runs out of their body... Well, what more... Oh, have you noticed Y/N's behavior before and during the menstruation? Women have syntoms of it. They feel cramps, lack of humor, tiredness, nausea, loss of appetite, and etc.".

"Oh..." Leonardo uttered, looking down.

"Of course, not every women feels all the syntoms. But they suffer from it. There are some women who faints by rough cramps".

"Geez, they suffer a lot...".

"Yeah, they do... But what can we complain on? Is their natural process. Y/N is one who keeps herself in her own personal space without interact too much. It's her way to be comfortable. She doesn't feel that up in doing daily stuff".

"I noticed that. Now I get why she didn't want to join me. And me thinking that she was bothered with something instead of... that" Leo giggled, running his hand over his bald head and behind neck "So... recaptulating all our conversation, m-menstrual...

"Menstrual cycle".

"Right. Um... menstrual cycle is when woman's body makes her go through a torture for not have a baby?" the leader lets out a nervous small giggle while rub behind his neck.

Donnie giggled as well "Yeah, something like this".

"That's cruel...".

There was a moment of pause, both mutant turtles looking around rether themselves. Is not comum two men have a debate of feminine stuff like what they just had, but at least Leo knows what is going on with you.

''Thanks, Donnie.'' Leo smiled, getting up, placing the chair back where it was, and heading out of the computer station. Of course, he is still with his cheeks burning for known something intimate about women, but he thanks his nerdy brother for open his eyes about something normal and obvious.

''Happy for help'' Donnie smiled back, turning back to his work.

''Hey, Y/N'' you jumped a bit as Leo's voice calls you again. The leader chuckled by your reaction ''Sorry for scare you. I know you do not have conditions to push your body to its limit today, but... Would you want to watch me training?''.

That makes you blush.

You grinned ''I'd love.''

[natewriteslol]

Hey lol i hope i'm not bothering bug if that's okay could i request the first years + Grim {platonic only for the gremlin lol} (sorry i just love them they're all so precious🥺) with a MC who has demonic heritage? Like, when the mirror judged them he talked about them being stronger than the average human or something and they just shrugged went "ah yeah, it's because my grandparents are demons".

They're still human since they're the dominant genes but as i said previously they're stronger than an average person and have heightened senses. they're not as strong as a demon or a half-human half-demon but they're capable to defend themselves if needed.

Bonus if they actually get to meet their demon relatives and their relatives are super sweet to them. Sorry i just love the thought of a thousands of years old creature being soft for a kid 👉👈 gsksgs sorry that this is so specific gsksgsk

A/N: There’s nothing wrong with specific asks bby I love this prompt! I will be making a part two where the first years meet the grandparents :)

Y/N is gender neutral

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Epel Felmeir, Jack Howl, Sebek Zigvolt, Grim (platonic ofc)

Ace:

-You both had to study for an upcoming test for Magical History

-Ace texting you, and I quote “PLZ HELP”

-With a ridiculously, large textbook with leather fastening laid out on the table and other resources you began your session

-”Okay, I understand every section of this book. But the last one is about demons, but I really don’t understand it. It’s in this forgien text and I can’t read any of it.”

-You turned to look at the page, looking it over, you understood it perfectly

-”It’s discussing magic potion compounds demons use. It’s nothing that we really need to study in depth.”

-Ace looked at you like you grew another head, “How could you understand any of that, Y/N!?”

-”Well, my grandparents are demons after all.”

-”Y/N, what the fuck.”

-You can’t just drop a bombshell like that?? So casually??

- Ace had been crushing on you forever, and just now you’re confessing this to him??

-I mean he knew that you were incredibly strong, but he just thought that was how humans from this place you call Earth come from

-He was so shocked and in a state of disbelief that he just had to meet your grandparents

Deuce:

-There had been rumors of a dark evil from within the forest, something otherworldly

-”Hey Deuce, wanna go check out of what's in the forest?” you asked, bored on this Friday night

-”W-what?! Are you crazy? I’m not going with you and you shouldn’t either-”

-And there he was, by your side roaming through the dark forest with a flashlight

-Hearing the coos and caws of different creatures lurking within

-”Ah new humans to devour, my favorite!” a new voice exclaimed.

-And while Deuce screamed, he got infront of you to protect you “Y/N get behind me now!”

-”Y/N?

-You recognized that voice. “Eren?”

-”Oh, well this is awkward-”

-”Now what did your mother tell you about terrorizing the innocent?” you asked, gripping the shadow beast’s...ear?

-”Now you best go home, otherwise I’ll tell Aunt Acheron!”

-Deuce was in a state of shock, mouth gaping open at your exchange

-”Sorry, that was my cousin Eren” you said sheepishly.

-”What do you mean cousin?” Deuce asked, not believing what was coming out of your mouth

-”Well my grandparents are demons. Almost my entire family is!”

-You were just… full of surprises aren’t you Y/N…

Epel:

-Pomefiore was hosting a “Party for the Ages” as Vil called it

-And they needed to get these decorations on point, so Epel called Y/N to help aid them

-They needed to hand the streamers from the upper handrail of the stairs, which keep in mind is a completely second story

-”Hey Y/N, could you please hang these up there?” Epel asked, handing you the streamers

-”Oh okay cool” you replied. Wait why are you running- oh my god you jumped to the second story of the dorm

-”Y/N!” Epel yelled out.

-”Yeah?”

-”What did you just do?!”

-That was superhuman strength, no human being could jump from the ground to the second story of a house, let alone a mansion like building?

-Once you both finished decorating you told him about your heritage with demons

-” I-I see”

-He understands but he is still in shock

Jack:

-He always knew that there was something strange about you

-Your abilities were flat out inhuman and your smell was different

-But he just couldn’t figure it out

-Until one day, he just had to ask

-You decided to help the organize the Rugby field with him in the afternoon

-”Hey, Jack! Catch!” you said, about 80 feet away from him

-And there you threw, except you didn’t quite aim it right

-And...the ball went right out of the vicinity

-the display looking like a comet as it blistered with so much heat it turned a bright orange-fiery hue

-Jack gasped at what just happened

-”Y/N, what even are you?” he asked, still bewildered

-”Well, a quarter demon. I’m not as strong as my grandparents though” you smiled.

-Jack loves you dearly Y/N, but god did you confuse him

Sebek:

-Ah, Sebek he really did try to keep his feelings for you at bay

-I mean, him with a human? Pathetic, it could never happen

-But everyone did see how he treated you more gently than others he had distaste for

-When he realized your true power and when you told him about your family was when you challenged to spar him

-Sebek decided to just go easy on you and throw out a couple of magical beams or whatever to help your skills in combat-

-Wait you’re beating his ass hold on-

-Even though Sebek won, the fae started his own little fit

-”What was that?! T-That isn’t like weak humans at all!”

-”Well, technically I’m not human since my grandparents are demons.”

-You grabbed your towel since you started to sweat

-”Well I’m going home, nice sparring match, Sebek! You did super good!” you complimented, giving a soft pat to his forehead with the back of your palm

-If he struggled this much fighting someone who only has a ¼ or ½ human DNA (he doesn’t know your parent’s DNA after all) then how powerful is a fullbread demon?

-The man has so many questions that he will bother you about

Grim (platonic):

-He knew during the first few months of school when you both had ghosts in your dorm

-And while you didn’t mind, there were a few in particular that seriously got on your nerves

-Those ghosts had to go

-One day they just wouldn’t stop messing with Grim

-And while he is a slight menace to society, Grim didn’t deserve it

-So you decided to take out your Amina Box (Soul Box), or your Soul Snatcher as you liked to call it that your grandmother had gifted to you

-Once you opened it, in the ghosts went inside vacuum like

-Grim was so weirded out

-”They were bullying me the whole time and you didn’t bother to stop them?! And where did you even get a box like that, stupid human?”

-”First of all, it was a little funny. Second off, I’m not really a human, after all my grandparents were demons.”

-Grim stayed in silence, connecting the dots until the light bulb went off and he got a little jealous

- “How come all the cool stuff happens to you?” Grim said, pouting.

-”Don’t worry, Grim. If ‘cool stuff’ happens, I’ll be sure to take you with me. I promise.”

[milkybonya]

6 Drinks with Hyunsuk

-> this is completely inspired by @daybreakx 's "Five Drinks to Share with Yeonjun" , so please give that a read too! It's so amazing... arguably even better than this hehe

-> Warnings: food mentions+alcohol/drinking mentions and mentions of stress

-> Pairing: college!Hyunsuk x (gn) reader

1st drink ♡ iced coffee

"Okay, okay! Let's get this meeting started!" Hyunsuk announces, passing around iced coffees to all of the club members. You take one from the tray that's handed to you before passing it along. The bitter taste makes you wince slightly, but the cool texture leaves you feeling more awake.

"So, I'm sure you all know why you're here. I'm glad to see all the new members too! In case you've forgotten, this is our college's event club. We'll help with the organization and running of events on campus. Sound good? Now let's start planning for the first event!" Hyunsuk explains.

You admire how dressed up he is for such a simple event while you wear nothing but a hoodie and sweats, having woken up too tired that morning to properly get dressed. In fact, you aren't able to focus on the meeting as you grow excited over how his accessories and clothes match so perfectly -- not too over the top, but not too simple, either.

It's only after the meeting ends that you find the courage to speak to him, approaching him after the people who were asking him questions finally step away.

"[y/n], hello!" he greets you, gesturing for you to sit beside him. He lounges comfortable on the café couch.

"Hello! I uh... this is a little random, but I just wanted to say I really like your style," you say, shyly pointing to his outfit.

Hyunsuk smiles and opens his jacket, fanning himself like he's the coolest person on the planet.

"Thank you!" he says, blushing slightly. "I prefer your style, though. Very comfortable... these skinny jeans are killing me!"

2nd drink ♡ orange juice

"I don't think I'll be able to drink orange juice again for the rest of my life," Hyunsuk groans, sipping the last of the juice out of an orange juice box before tossing it to the side of the event club room.

"Seriously.... why did we buy so much orange juice, again?" you ask, also throwing an empty carton to the side.

"There was a sale... I can't believe they're all gonna expire tomorrow. No wonder it was so cheap!"

"We didn't even have time to use them at the event," you complain.

The two of you collapse side by side on the rug you've been sitting on, your faces right next to each other even though your legs are sprawled in opposite directions.

After a moment of silence, the two of you look at each other. Your heart races with how close your face is to Hyunsuk's, but you can't help but laugh at how sleepy and full he looks.

He laughs along with you, scrunching his eyes shut.

"My stomach hurts so much," he wheezes.

"Mine does too!"

"How about we take a nap?" he suggests after calming down, resting his head on your stomach. You wonder if your friend can feel the butterflies that he's stirred within you.

"Sounds good," you agree, laying your head on his stomach, too.

3rd drink ♡ strawberry milk

"How in the hell am I going to learn everything in this book for my exam?" you complain, picking up a heavy textbook and letting it thud back down. As you sit alone in your dorm room, trying to study, you feel incredibly overwhelmed. It's exam week again :(

Then, you hear a knock at the door.

"Delivery for [y/n]!"

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

After opening the door, a giddy Hyunsuk enters your room with some strawberry milk in his hands. He opens the carton for you and encourages you to take a sip.

"Refreshing?" he asks you, and you nod.

"I ran all the way here so it would stay cold!"

"Hyunsuk, it's winter, anyway."

Hyunsuk pauses, realizing his mistake. Then, he laughs it off.

"I know our event planning session went terribly last night and you have some exams left to work on still, but you're gonna get through this, okay? I'll be here with you," Hyunsuk tells you, stretching his arms out and offering you a hug.

His jacket feels cool on your cheek, but the hug still feels warm. Your boyfriend only pulls away to cup your face in his hands and ask if he's allowed to kiss you. When he does, he does so ever so softly and for a long time.

"Tastes like strawberries," he smiles, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.

4th drink ♡ water

"I'm so thirsty!" Hyunsuk groans as the two of you run along a trail near campus.

"I told you to bring some water for yourself," you pant, scolding the boy. He laughs while continuing to run.

"[y/nnnnnnn]," he sings a few moments later, approaching you from behind.

"Can't you let me have a sip of yours?"

"The bottle is so small, Hyunsuk!"

"PLEASEEEEEEE?!"

You sigh, slowing your pace until you both stop running. You hold out your water to him and he takes it with a smile, taking huge gulps.

"Hey, stop! Leave some for me!" you whine, slapping his arm.

He rubs the spot where you hit him, acting as though he's hurt while continuing to drink.

"Thanks for the water," Hyunsuk says after handing you your bottle back. He gives you a wink and a kiss on the cheek before starting to run again.

"Slowest person has to pay for our lunch!" he yells.

"Get back here! You didn't even give me time to drink my water, too!" you shout, quickly taking a sip before you follow behind him.

5th drink ♡ milk tea

"So the instructions say that now we leave them on medium heat for as long as we like," you say, reading out the instructions on the back of the tapioca packet.

"For as long as we want?!" Hyunsuk asks, looking up from the pot of boiling water with some pearls floating around in it.

"Yeah, if we want the pearls to be softer, we leave it in longer!"

"Okay, I guess we just wait a minute or two," Hyunsuk says, putting the lid back on the pot and slowly walking towards you. He rests his head on your shoulder and you reach out to ruffle his hair with your free hand.

Before you know it, you've overcooked the tapioca into a squishy mess, but the two of you still eat your soft boba pearls and milk tea.

"I like my boba soft 'n squishy anyway!" Hyunsuk declares after taking a sip from your shared cup.

"I'm glad you do," you say, taking a sip after him and laughing at his attempted positivity.

There's some silence between the two of you until Hyunsuk speaks up.

"Wanna buy some boba from the campus boba shop?" he asks.

You nod, laughing because you had predicted this, yet you couldn't have said no to Hyunsuk earlier when he asked you with a pout if you could try making boba together.

6th drink ♡ alcohol

"Cheers!"

All the glasses hit each other before meeting their owners' lips, their contents being downed by everyone at the table.

"I just want to say that it has definitely been hard for all of us this year, but we've all done a great job," Hyunsuk says. His hand rests on your thigh after he talks, gently stroking it to reassure you in this hectic environment.

"You did a good job too, Hyunsuk," you tell your boyfriend, placing your hand on his. He smiles at you shyly in response.

As the alcohol takes its effect, many of the club members start to get quite rowdy and annoying. Hyunsuk senses that it's making you uncomfortable, and he whispers into your ear.

"Wanna go out for some air?"

When you nod, he takes your hand in his and guides you outside.

"Where's the club leader going?" someone whines.

"Just getting some air!" Hyunsuk responds, quickly rushing you outside before anyone begs the two of you to stay.

The two of you giggle as though you're children sneaking out.

Under the street lamps outside, both of you stand quietly side by side, just holding hands. There's no need for either of you to say anything: just being there together is enough. Hyunsuk rests his head on your shoulder and you rest your head on his, or try to at least. You feel his soft hairs tickling your cheek and it makes you smile.

[emonaculate]

AOT Freshman v Senior Year headcanons (Eren, Armin, and Mikasa)

❥ AU: Highschool!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff

❥ Rating: Everyone can read

❥ Pairing: hinted at Eren x reader

❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, mentions of violence, manipulation, mention of weed, and slight angst

❥ Author Note: I'm making this an entire series for the main cast or my favorite characters from AOT

Eren Yeager

Freshman year

Extremely fucking loud for no reason

Runs to class and somehow always manages to be late

Tries to pay attention in class but due to his ADHD would always spaces tf out

Despite being loud, only talks to Mikasa and Armin

Smells like nothing but AXE body spray, its not even a bad smell, its just too much

That kid that takes P.E. TOO fucking serious

"Eren you know why you're in trouble right?"

"No."

"...You hit your classmate in the face with a ball."

"He could have dodged."

"Eren it was a basketball, you broke his nose and chipped his tooth."

"He shouldn't have gotten so close to me."

Im sorry but totally dresses like this

Constantly compared to his older brother.

"Yeager... Are you by any chance related to Zeke Yeager?"

"No way, your brother is THE Zeke Yeager?"

Makes a name for himself rather quickly

Listens to heavy rock/metal music

He loves My Chemical Romance and Three Day Grace.

Learned how to play the guitar just so he could play "Teenagers"

Forced Mikasa and Armin to also listen to the bands

They ended up all deciding on making a small little garage band; Miki on vocals and drums, Min on bass, and Eren as lead vocalist and electric guitar.

His style changed randomly but no one questioned it since his personality remained the same.

Senior year

180 personality

Completely mellowed tf out

Either he is in class on time or not showing up at all

Senioritis is strong within him

Works better when he is completely out of it

STONER

This mf always high as shit

Either you love him, hate him, or respect him there is no inbetween

MANBUN

Smart as hell but usually on the low

His music taste has changed a little

LOVES POLITICAL RAP

J.cole and Kendrick stan; it is not up for debate

His favorite songs are Neighbors by J.Cole and Alright by Kendrick

Listens to throwback RnB when high

Still godly at the guitar

Has a couple stick and poke tattoos; He has one behind his ear matching Min and Miki.

He has the sun, Armin has the ocean waves, Mikasa has the moon

PIERCINGS

A total of 8; 4 in his left and 2 in his right + the industrial

Has a tongue piercing

A two slices in his eyebrow but only got them as a dare

Most of them minus the industrial piercing was done at home because he has an abnormally high pain tolerance.

Dresses like this

Doesnt really play sports but is super good at soccer and basketball

He's actually good at most sports just refuses to join because why would he want to support a corrupted system??

Still more of a loner but has a rather nice friend group

Looks mean asf but is actually really nice

Goes the hardest for his friends

You fuck with them = you getting your shit rocked by him

100% the friend that hits you for forgetting to eat

Despite being hot as shit; never really has a girlfriend

Its only because hes oblivious or just not interested

Deathly scary when hes pissed

If you guys got beef; there is no talking

Its on sight bro

Be prepared to get beat the fuck up

A few things that makes him go from 0 to 100 is racism, mocking disabled people, and domestic violence

He's an activist

If you need help organizing a protest; he'll help and somehow manage to get people to come.

Basically a really good guy just hot headed as hell

Armin Arlert

Freshman Year

The kid who looked up those lame videos on how to survive highschool.

Panicked when it came to speaking in class

Stuttered like hell

AP CLASSES

He's way too advanced like could graduate early but refuses to so he can stay with his friends

Super sweet but extremely naive

People definitely took advantage of him.

"Hey Armin, my dog got in a car accident so I wasnt really focused in class, can you give me the homework answers?"

"Yeah sure its no problem."

Sends them a whole ass powerpoint on the entire lesson and teaches them better than the actual teacher.

Band nerd

Can play the Piano, Bass, and Trumpet

Listens to Mother Mother and Queen religiously

Only joined Eren's garage band after he agreed to watch Bohemian Rhapsody

Dresses like this

Moved in with Ren and Miki after he went through some shit with his family; he came out as bisexual after realizing he was attracted to one of his classmates.

Sometimes worries that Eren gets uncomfortable but relaxes after he remembers who Eren really is.

Wouldn't trade his friends for the world

Senior Year

His glow up took awhile because he didnt really feel the need to change

He was always rather cute; just shy and timid

VALEDICTORIAN

Slightly because he manipulated his runner up into become a burnout gifted kid lmao

Everyone has his Snapchat and Instagram so they can get help

Now he knows when people are using him and he still lets them; the only difference is you fuck with him and he can make you end up repeating the same grade.

Lets people copy his test and at the last minute pauses and erases all his answers before putting the correct ones.

No one has realized his plan.

His fashion sense changed a lot

Subconsciously tries to match Eren all the time

The only person that noticed was Mikasa; she thinks its cute

Is in love with Russian foreign exchange student, Annie.

He talks to her from time to time before gathering enough courage to ask her out

Doesnt realize how popular he is.

Oftentimes volunteers at the aquarium to study the ocean life as well as help out.

Helps plenty of organizations clean up the ocean.

A total of four piercings and the tattoo that matches his friends.

Two in his ears and nipple piercings.

It was a dare he sobbed through

Mikasa Ackerman

Freshman year

Basketcase

Follows Eren and Armin around

Super quiet

Doesn't really have much of a personality

She is cute though

Dresses like this

Like I said no real personality at all

Well except she was the girl who thought she was in a romance novel

Especially when Eren would get into a fight.

"Eren look at me... This isnt you."

"Mikasa move."

Most times it wouldnt work.

It was just cringy man...

Can play the violin, flute, piano, and cello

Only learned the drums so she could play with Eren and Armin

A secret pop stan

Loves Ariana Grande and Doja Cat

Thank god she manages to grow out of that yucky phase.

Senior Year

GOTH GF

Track, Gymnast, and female basketball player

She mellowed out as well and became her own person

Still heavily in love with Eren

Confessed to him during a karaoke session to the song Baby I by Ariana Grande; he didnt realize.

Sang her heart out and was a blushing mess but still got no where

Has deep down accepted that she may never be more than just his friend

Is okay with it and NOT toxic when he's crushing on someone else

Just wants him to be happy

Saw how he looked at some girl during a fundraiser to raise money for animal shelters and realized that he may never look at her like that.

Turned a guy down because Armin had a crush on him

The ultimate wing girl

Introduced Eren to her opponent after a track meet after realizing it was the girl from the fundraiser.

Dresses like this

Super sweet despite her look

However pick on her friends and you're fucked

CAN and WILL whoop your ass

The only person who can get Eren to not fight.

Pissed them both off at the same time and you're screwed

Has a total of three piercings

Her ears and nose

Loves her boys more than anything

Stays with Eren while her parents travel to help with natural disasters

Noticed that Armin's ideal type is Eren but never mentioned it because she knows Armin would overract

Very observant

Just wants the best for her friends even if she is the one who ends up happy

Eventually falls for the guy that asked her out junior year.

Still close to her boys because they come before anyone.

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter six - “lake, the sequel”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: reader seeks out bucky after his dramatic exit and they find themselves earnestly conversing... back at the lake

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this story is available on my wattpad as a bucky x OC fic @ / typicaldaze :)

He didn't like this feeling. No, he didn't like this feeling at all. He hated it, in fact. It was betrayal, bodily betrayal. He just could not sit in that room any longer or he would've peeled his skin off. His lungs felt as if they were bound with barbed wire and the state of his stomach had him worried he was going to throw up. Most of all he felt guilty. How could he have just stormed out of the room like that? She was going to hate him now. How could he let this happen?

He was thinking this over whilst sitting at the lake, hands in the grass, trying to distract the physical body from the mental cacophony he had just endured. He had somehow found his way there after leaving Y/N. These extremely unpleasant sensations were unfamiliar. Was he sick? Could he have been drugged? He was so confused. Bucky realized he seemed to be confused most of the time. Following that realization, he became mildly pissed off.

The super soldier stared out at the lake. It was a calm day, the water tranquil and clear. It was a stark contrast against his stress. He leaned forward and looked into the water at his reflection.

"Damn," he said out loud.

Is that really what I look like now?

His eyes traced over the long shaggy hair, dark under eyes, and the subtle but noticeable worry lines. This sight reminded him of when he broke the mirror at his old place in Bucharest. Now he remembered why. God, he looked as fucked up as he was. He leaned back and tossed a stone at where his reflection had been.

A deep sigh left his lungs, which were now conveniently working properly.

"Fuckers," he muttered, referring to the mercurial organs.

He had spent nearly two years alone in Bucharest, and he had grown accustomed to living in this new body. He was always on edge, that much he could tell. However, he was never too introspective; he never thought about his feelings or his behavior. All he was focused on was surviving. When there is more to life than survival, that's when things get complicated... not that they weren't complicated before. God, he was running in circles inside his own mind. His scarred and ruined and manipulated mind that resided in this body that was used as a tool for destruction and violence and death-

"Hey."

His head whipped around, startled out of his thought frenzy. Always on edge. Mentally, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Oh! (Y/N)!"

He stood up immediately. "Listen, I'm so sorry about before, I don't know what-"

"It's okay," she said quickly, holding up her hands. "Bucky, you do not need to apologize, everything is totally fine."

He was taken aback. Words didn't seem to work.

"I'm not mad if that's what you were thinking," she said.

"You're not?"

"No, of course not. If anything I was worried."

"I- Worried?"

"Yes, you were clearly in distress, and that room was the last place you wanted to be. I'm glad you found your way back here because you look much better now," (Y/N) explained with earnest eyes.

She could tell he was freaked out? She probably thinks he's insane.

"Yeah, I... I think I'm better now."

He was far from okay, but definitely better than before.

The psychologist sat down next to where he was standing. He didn't move, but looked down at her.

"I don't think it'd be wise to leave you alone here considering you're supposed to be in a session with me right now and you can't go anywhere without an escort. It would most likely lead to suspicion and then trouble you don't need. I'm going to stay with you. We can continue the session if you'd like, but if not we can just sit."

She said this all while looking straight forward at the water.

In all honesty he wasn't sure what to say, so he settled with a breathy, "Okay," before sitting down next to her.

"I'm getting the vibe that this is more of a just sit situation..."

"Yeah... I think I'm all therapy-ed out for today," Bucky said in a meek attempt at a joke.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a wide smile. He then realized that she didn't know he could see it, and that's why this smile seemed different. Most differents in Bucky's life hadn't been outstandingly pleasant. But this was a welcome different. This was a good different. It was genuine and unbridled. That was the most open he'd ever seen her.

Every now and then he forgot that he was a literal trained super spy. He may not have any PhD's, but he had his own way of reading behavior, cues, and subtleties. Perhaps he'd make an effort to be more observant. Perhaps he wanted to learn a little more about what else was behind this new different.

A few beats of comfortable silence passed before he heard the word again.

"Hey," (Y/N) started softly. "I'm sorry if I went a little too far today. I know I said our first session wouldn't be much, but I realize I was pushing too far."

"Oh, it's okay," Bucky replied, looking down at the grass between his knees. "I think it's more my fault anyway. It's not like the questions were super intense."

He let out a loaded sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Bucky it's really okay. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. This whole process is supposed to be based on your comfort levels and at your own pace. And there's nothing wrong with you. Your reaction was completely normal given the circumstances."

Bucky wasn't terribly familiar with reassurance. He turned his head, looking at her dead on. She was so genuine, like she knew all of what she was saying was the all encompassing truth.

Echoes of different combinations of "there's nothing wrong with you" and "completely normal" and "your own pace" flitted around inside him until they melted into a feeling he hadn't felt in so long: hope. It was horrifying... yet it gave him a kind of relief he didn't know he could feel.

The super soldier then realized that (Y/N) was looking right back at him dead on. He was about to stumble through some sort of apology for staring or thankful expression for her kindness, but he noticed that she didn't look like she was necessarily waiting for a response. She was just... looking.

Bucky tried to say something, anything. But he just couldn't seem to pull his eyes away. In this brief moment, he felt crystallized. His conscious, logical brain was somewhere far away, hypnotized by the stillness of the moment. It was only a few seconds, but somehow felt longer. These very few seconds of mental sedation were soon over.

Speak, idiot.

He snapped back to reality, suddenly finding himself inspecting at the grass below him.

"Thank you."

"Of course," she replied without missing a beat. Her tone of voice was water soft.

"(Y/N), do you... do you know what happened with me earlier?" he asked, cautiously. "Like, what was wrong- I mean, not wrong but why I-"

He sighed frustratingly, cutting himself off.

Her face was patient, but she was waiting for a description of something he didn't know how to describe.

"I know I said we were done for today, but I-I don't know how to explain it, and I want to know what it is," he confessed.

"I think you had an anxiety attack."

Anxiety? That couldn't be right. There's no way that could've been from being nervous.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Anxiety. It seemed as though you were experiencing high amounts of anxiety. Most people get nervous at times, but those tiny amounts are normal. But, some other people are a lot more nervous a lot more of the time. Sometimes, these peoples' anxiety can get particularly high and be so overwhelming that their body kinda takes over, and they can experience really uncomfortable physical symptoms, and this can turn into an anxiety attack."

"I thought I was... sick or... or drugged or something."

"Well, I'm almost certain you weren't drugged, and I'm pretty sure you can't even get sick."

"Oh."

He honestly didn't know what to say.

"Bucky," she looked straight at him again and he almost felt himself slipping. "In terms of psychology, a lot has progressed since the 40's. I'm not sure how anxiety was presented or studied then, but there's really a lot more to it than people think. And honestly, given your situation, it would be strange if you didn't develop an anxiety disorder."

Anxiety disorder?

"Anxiety disorder? I have that?"

"Well, again, I think we have to do more work to confirm, but that's what it seems like."

"I thought you said I had PTSD?"

"I do. I think you have both."

Christ.

"Wow, I'm a whole sack 'a problems, aren't I?" he chuckled, giving up on trying to internally oppose his short comings.

"You're not a problem, Buck. You had to deal with a whole sack of problems, though," she smiled.

The nickname didn't miss his radar. Was that the first time she's called him that? He ignored how he liked it.

"That's for damn sure."

They conversed for a while after that, and didn't seem to notice how late it was until the sun began to set. The ending day's reflection on the water created an aura so relaxing Bucky didn't want to move. But alas, reality calls.

(Y/N) stood up. "If you're not back soon, they'll start looking for you. We should probably get going."

Bucky stood up, too, following her request.

"I'll walk you back to your quarters," she offered.

And so they went, conversation continuing naturally, as if they were old friends. Bucky found it strange that someone he knew so little was so easy to talk to. He brushed it off as some inherent therapist quality.

He still found her hard to read although he knew her more with each passing word between them.

Despite all of this, the walk back, with cool air, a melting sky, and languid steps, was the best thing he had experienced since coming out of cryo. His memory may be spotty, and his mind may be rough, but this, this he was sure of.

[bears-are-trans]

Hi friends,

I've come back to write this, for closure.

My life lost all its meaning a while ago. I kept grasping for straws, doing anything to feel like I have a purpose. Nothing worked. I used Tumblr as a coping mechanism for the trauma I went through time and time again. I've hurt so many people here. I dealt with horrifying things in my own head, and I went completely numb over the last few months. Without Tumblr, I was without an outlet. I grew distant from everyone I knew, I lost almost all of my friends. I fell out of love with my passions. After I lost my job, which was my whole life, I just about gave up on everything. I was prepared to finish my semester and then drop out.

But I made a really big, and difficult decision while I was still at that job. If I hadn't made that decision to go before I lost that job, I don't know where I would be today... - I was going to join my college minister, one of my last friends in the world, and go to Chapter (Bible) Camp. I stepped out of my comfort zone all for a week away from life, and I was petrified.

While I cannot give much of a testimony today, I can proudly say that I discovered myself for the very first time. I believe wholeheartedly that God brought everyone he needed to bring to camp for me to meet. Over the course of seven days, my life completely changed. I completely changed. If didn't know better, I'd say I was baptised by that experience.

I fell back in love with my passion for literature. Reading the first half of Mark was the most important literary analysis I've ever done to this day. I was able to look at the Bible with my very own eyes for the first time in my life.

Talking about Jesus' gift to humanity made me realize that, whether or not he is the Messiah, I do not accept him as my savior. And that is okay. I cried a lot over this, confided in my minister, told him how angry I was at this potential Almighty God for letting all these things happen to me. And he assured me that it's okay to feel anything and everything that I feel. Long discussions with him, long reflection times, tests of God's will, and everything else I experienced that week brought me peace I've been longing for all this time. It solidified my own faith. My faith in Mother Nature, my faith in people like you and me. God might exist, and He might not, and that it is fine either way. I don't have to go to Heaven if I don't want to. I want to give my body back to my Mother who was so gracious to gift it to me, and I want to go back in the ground when I've, as Hamlet so grimly put it, shuffled off this mortal coil.

I'm so beyond grateful I got to experience Christian worship with my new best friends who have been sent from all over the world by God to meet me. I went from having a panic attack on day one because of my religious trauma, to encouraging worship songs in the hot tub on day five and six. I got to embrace Nigerian culture, and my own very blissfully diverse culture. I went from sitting out of prayer at our study sessions and meals, to praying with the girls in my dorm room before going to sleep.

I can proudly say that I will now be finishing my Associate's degree in English, and then deciding from there if I want to pursue Film & Theatre and work my way into Hollywood/New York City, or further my English/Writing studies, or both! I've learned, almost most importantly, that I cannot rush my destiny. I will get to the West Coast when my time comes. In fact, I'm organizing a month-long vacation in Arizona, and a week in London, both in 2023! But I cannot rush into my future. When my time comes to move forward, I will then, and only then, move forward, knowing my Grandmother and Aunt and Mother [Nature] are with me.

That being said - I can also proudly say that I will be working with my minister to form a Christian / Non-Christian alliance at our college, so that Non-Christians like myself (pagans, athiests, muslims, buddhists, etc.) can seek safety and love and support when they need it the most. Non-Christians do not have to be afraid of Christians, and Christians do not have to be afraid of Non-Christians. Christianity itself is so amazingly and beautifully diverse, it would be a grave error for a Christian to shun a Non-Christian, or pressure them to conversion, especially through unusually cruel and manipulative tactics. We, as humans, can all love and help each other. I am going to feed the hungry, sit with the lonely, and guide the lost.

Finally, for the first time ever, I've taken the first real steps on my very long, yet so blessed journey. I've finally pulled out the hippie within me, and she is showing me how to become a better person day-by-day, for she is me. She always has been me.

If you've read this far, thank you so much, my friend.

If this ever reaches the audience of folks that I've hurt, just know that I am so, so sorry for the hurt I've caused. I take full responsibility for my poor, uneducated actions. I understand that nothing can mend the damage I've inflicted. - I am so much wiser, and so much happier now. I feel real, for the first time in my life, I feel like a real person. I'm in touch with my emotions. I'm allowing myself to show vulnerability, because vulnerability isn't such a terrible thing. I allow myself to sit with my depression when it comes to me, and I don't hide from it anymore. Nor do I hide from my anger. I embrace it, and I learn from it, because every emotion is just as important as the last. Every emotion I feel is part of my story. If God is okay with me being angry at Him, then it is okay for me to be angry with anyone or anything. It is not okay, I've learned, to act based off those feelings so ignorantly, so unthoughtfully, so unremorsefully. While I have chosen to turn away Jesus, and not ask for his forgiveness (at this point in life), that doesn't mean I won't ask you for forgiveness. Because what I worship is Human Kind. Humans are born into sin, and they can ask God and Jesus for forgiveness for that at the end of every evening if they so choose, but I say if this is who we are, then I embrace the sin. And in so, I apologize to you, my fellow human beings, and I ask you for forgiveness. Eye for an eye makes the world go blind, and sin for sin creates a living Hell. I have chosen to stop the chain here. And I will continue to ask you, my fellow human beings, for forgiveness each time I commit an act of sin against you.

One love ✌️

[thestudytales]

31/10/2020 (Happy Halloween everyone)

Hello everyone, I hope you're okay. So it's lockdown season 2 in France. I was on vacation but Monday my classes are full online now (normally) but we don't have our organization yet. So I don't know if Monday I have an online classe or not.

In the last post, I talk to you a little about time management. I try a new organization but I didn't fully follow it for some reason (and the actuality and my stress are some reasons). But I think it's an interesting organization.

How I scheduled my time to study during this vacation ?

I'm not have a habit to study a lot during a day. And this year, it's worse. If I study 2 hours a day, it's awesome. So I try to schedule my time to studu more, and to be more productive.

Here's how I scheduled my day:

7h30 Waking up

9h Study session

12h Lunch and Break time. Time to chill (take a nap, read, etc)

15h Study session number 2

19h End of the study session. Time to chill and rest

22h30 Time to go to bed

During the study session, I still take some breaks because I can't stay focus for 3-4 hours straight, I need to have some break to stretch, stand up, move or rest my eyes.

With the new organization and the online classes, I will maybe keep this organization. We will see if this organization will work with me.

See you next time and stay safe!

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

1. Withdrawal

I was born an angel of lust, raised in the heat of passion. I cannot adapt to the whims of mortals anymore than you can adapt to me.

That's what I tell the plain and bitter bitches who hatefully judge my personal expression. I am an artíste. Would a swan so readily change herself to belong amongst toads? Certainly not.

The name given to me at birth was Phoebe Avery Flynn Miller, but you can call me Gemini.

xoxo

I study Biochemistry at Stanford, yes, the Ivy League.

Despite the 5% rate of acceptance, little ol' me has wiggled herself in with the big wigs and is now on path to a promising career in forensics.

Relaxed dress code, they said.

It's true, the culture of campus aesthetics is rooted in khaki shorts and ratty flipflops. Still, despite the sea of tie-dye, I can't help but notice that the way I present myself on campus is heavily judged.

But why hate on little me?

Well. It's my clear and supple toffee brown skin. It must be.

Or it's my dipped strawberry ombre wig curled to bounce like jello.

How offensive.

Or no, it's my deep and winding curves. Yes, the jealousy is unreal.

It's not my fault these hips navigate this yellow romper like a country backroad.

It's not my fault half the girls here are built like skinny little boys and the others are built like Frosty the Snowman.

Passing Becky in category one as I walk through the hall, she turns to glare. Who are these sad hoes truly mad at, me or their genetics?

The bold who find their words try their hardest to tear me down.

Slut.

Whore.

Stripper.

Bitch.

And let's not forget the ethnic slurs, I hear it all. But can you guess my response?

"At least I'll graduate with a job and no debt, ya pasty bitch. Ask your man for my business card."

Yep.

It's true, I strip at Mickey's to pay my tuition, okay fine. I've seen several students there peppered in the crowd, a few possibly the boyfriends of some of these Becca faced bitches who come for me on the regular. Again, who are they really mad at?

Yes, I sell fetish content and I work as a domme when I'm not interning because I'm organized and damn good at everything I do. So good and organized in fact that I can drink, smoke, fuck all day and night if I please and still look like a slice of heavenly pie in the morning bright and early in my seat for class.

I'm wonderful. I'm free in who I am, I'm not ashamed.

That's what I preach to my clients. You can't be ashamed. Revel in sensuality of it's who you are. Intelligence, success, and kink are not mutually exclusive.

Unfortunately for my clients, exams are nigh and I've had to pause all sessions including my stripping for the sake of my study schedule. Two weeks is what I've gifted myself and four days through.. it does not feel like a gift.

In four days, I've perfected the art of celibacy. Not a drop of alcohol has touched these luscious, full lips.

No dollop of cum has passed over this skin.

No ocean spray has squirted from this peach.

I've taken no finger, no dick, no strap, no toy.

I've smoked no joint, no bowl.

For 96 hours, I've done nothing but study and prepare as if going to war. I'm hungry for a release, but my A means more.

xoxo

I sit in the first row in class, front and center with my laptop open on the syllabus because I fear nothing.

Call on me, I dare, staring down the professor as he poses his question to the class. Nothing he asks can throw me off.

I fold my arms leaning back and he finally looks to me.

I know I've said this a million times this semester, but I'd fuck the shit out of him for free. Mm, focus.

I cross my leg at the knee for some control.

"tRNA."

"Correct, Ms. Miller."

Of course it is.

"Someone tell me what is the linkage between the amino acid and the tRNA in an aminoacyl tRNA? This will be on the exam which is not multiple choice."

The class upsets, voicing their dissent with complaints that it's too hard. They need multiple choice.

"Aminoacyl ester," I smile cutting off a voice behind me.

"Correct Ms. Miller," Mr. Stevens points, aiming his pen at me as he backs toward the table at the center of the floor to sit on its corner.

"Too easy, what else you got?"

I can feel the pissed off vibes behind me and I show teeth, smiling more. Fuck these assorted crackers. I flip my strawberry curls and stare at Mr. Stevens in wait.

His eyes narrow, but I'm not dumb he's loving this. I am black excellence.

"The genetic code is not read in the...?"

"3' to 5'," you blurt. His brows raise briefly.

"The genetic code is degenerate meaning that..?"

"Most amino acids are coded for by more than one codon."

The corner of his lips turns up and he begins to fire off questions like lightning, but I fire back instantly. You can hear a pin drop the way the room gets quiet.

"Codons representing the same amino acid or chemically similar amino acids tend to be similar in sequence often differing-"

"In the third base? Third base degeneracy."

"Class I synthetases first attach the amino acid to the what on ribose whereas class II attach them to the what?"

"2'-hydroxyl and 3'-hydroxyl."

"The Salmonella test strain used in the Ames test contains a mutation in the histidine biosynthetic pathway, which is used to...?"

"Identify compounds that induce back mutations to permit bacterial growth on histidine free plates."

"What's needed to repair chemical damage in DNA effecting more than one nucleotide, such as cyclobutane pyrimidine dimers?"

"Base-excision repair."

"Wrong."

"Wait!"

"Nucleotide-excision repair," a voice says from the back."

Fuck.

Someone snickers.

"Correct," Mr. Stevens points to the back making no further eye contact with me as he goes into review.

The whole time I'm sitting there, I'm wondering how the hell I messed that up. That was a dumb mistake and I don't make dumb mistakes. I can't get by it, I'm lowkey embarrassed.

At the end of class, students file out of the door.

I stand behind a blonde preppy girl who's asking about a quiz grade. She's trying to debate point loss and based on what I gather, she's wrong. Her answers were wrong. What can he do outside of give her a grade she didn't earn?

"I can't change your grade, Ms. Bertelli," he deadpans from his seat on the edge of the table. His hands are rested comfortably on his thigh.

"I'm not saying change my grade! I'm saying the way you worded these questions made me come to a wrong answer and I would have gotten 100 otherwise, so I should at least get a half point for each," she explains angrily jamming her finger at the paper as she holds it in his face. "It's only right."

Mr. Stevens is unmoved and you can see it in his eyes, the melanated 'bitch please.'

"It does not get anymore clear and if you don't get a handle on this information, Ms. Bertelli, you won't pass this class."

"This is fucking stupid! I'm going to the dean," she threatens.

"Girl, gone somewhere," I laugh. The entitlement!

"Do that. Your responses were incorrect and I suggest you learn this material before this exam. Use this time to take advantage of our reviews," Mr. Stevens says cooly.

"Anyways," I step forward for my turn. "I need an A in this class. A strong A. You and I both know I'm earning it," I dig watching the girl leave the room so it's just the professor and I. "But I'm nervous about this exam."

"A or no A I'm sure you'll get the strongest grade in my class," he mumbles seeming uninterested in anything I say.

"But see, that's not good enough."

"It will be," he stares. "I've seen students as cocky as you. Some make perfect scores, but that's rare, Ms. Miller. I see it happen more often that they... choke," he pantomimes with his hands at his neck like it's a joke.

"Mr. Stevens.. There are two things I don't play bout, my money and my grades. Please be serious with me."

"Serious... Okay. You want me to be serious."

"I do."

For seconds, we stare at each other, him looking at me and me trying to drive into him by eye contact alone how damn serious I am.

"Hm... Let's talk about it.. seriously," he says quietly. "We'll go over a few things related to the.. format.. of this exam."

He doesn't need to say more, I get it. He's giving me the test.

"Meet me in my office today at 7."

With that, he hops up and in a lithe motion, towers over me before walking by to grab his things. I clutch my imaginary pearls watching his back as he moves. My peach is acting up and I don't blame her after four days of denial. She's hungry. I need to get her away from this temptation.

xoxo

[kingofthewilderwest]

I have a super hard exam Monday morning and I really think I can't make it. I have been studying, but I can't understand a think! I thought It was the way I was studying but it's too late to look for alternatives. I have been reading my notes crying all day (I'm doing it right now and sobbing) but still no light.

I’m really sorry about the stress you’re going through. Exams can be extremely tough and I feel for you on that one. I’ve cried over tests and schooling and all that as well. It sucks to feel this stress. Academia many times pushes us to the brink beyond what we should be given, and I hope that you come out of this on the other side feeling relief.

When I was in school, one of the ways I calmed myself was to think about long-term. In less than 48 hours, this stressor will be completely gone from your life. It’ll no longer exist because you’ve taken the test. It’s a stressor, but it’s one for a VERY short time frame in your life. In the long scale of things, it’s very soon going to be out of your life and over with. And while tests can change our grades and that’s important, in the very long scale of school and academia… it’s not a big impact on our life. We can retake a class if we need to, or do better on the next test, or any and all sorts of options that will all result in a happy, fulfilling, awesome life of many years to come. This test is a very, very small part of the grand scheme of your life, and it’ll be completely over with and out of your life very, very soon. Whether you get a good grade or a bad grade here, your life will move forward, and provide you many great experiences to come. My happiness for the decades I will live is not reliant on one number on a sheet of paper.

I don’t know if that helps you, but it always helped me: once I remembered how small this thing was in the grand scheme of things, and how soon it’d leave my life as a stressor… it helped me realize… it shouldn’t be a stressor even now.

I hope I don’t sound like I’m brushing aside what you feel, because I mean the opposite. I know there’s many situations going into why academia feels SO IMPORTANT in our lives, both for our personal situation, and in the way society trends go. I do hope it helps to say that, in the grand course of whether or not your life will be complete on one test grade, it’s a minuscule thing, and I hope that that perspective can give some ease.

You’ve done your best. You’ve been studying. You’ve been working extremely hard and I want to commend you for that diligence. You’ve rocked that. And that’s something important. You have already shown a lot of character and drive working on this, and that’s better than any number you get. You’re already a hero and a succeeder in my eyes.

And, it’s not a shortcoming on your end that you don’t understand things. We all need time to understand anything; all information we first hear is something we don’t understand at first. That’s okay. That’s the nature of it. Every single human on this planet doesn’t understand things and may take a while to understand something; you are not ever going to be a failure for being confused, even if it feels understandably frustrating to not understand.

It’s always fine to talk to instructors about your struggles. I don’t know if you have or haven’t yet, but honest conversations with instructors can work wonders. I’ve taught college courses and have definitely played the mercy game with my own final grades once a student has come to me. I’ve been on the side of mercy with professors, where they’ve been willing to extend deadlines or work with me one-on-one to succeed. Many, many teachers want you to succeed, and will extend extra help and understanding to you if you talk to them. I know how much mercy can be given once they understand how much you want to succeed, and show you are willing to talk to them about ways in which you can. And I hope your instructor is one such person who will listen. It’s always worth talking over, and it can ease buttloads of stress.

Also… though you are on a time budget… if you’re really feeling this stressed, please give yourself a break. Please give yourself sleep. Please give yourself something nice, even if it’s eating a special treat for dinner or watching half hour of your favorite comedy show. Your mind in this state won’t learn the material most productively. Stepping back away from studying will actually help you and make a more efficient and productive study schedule.

I know it’s late in the game and you think there aren’t other ways to study, but if you want, I’m happy to list off some of the ways I’ve studied before. I hope I’m not overextending my bounds. I know you came here to vent and you might not want advice, but if you want some studying suggestions, here’s things I’ve done. We all learn different ways, and you’ll notice I tend to be text-oriented (with some hearing-oriented)… but maybe something here will click. Some of these studying strategies are time-consuming (not helpful for you right now), some of them are fast, but they’re different ways to work at the same material:

Do NOT just skim read notes or engage in “passive” reviewing. If you’re just looking over the books or old homeworks without engaging, it’s less likely for it to stick. Rereading is one of the least interactive ways and least demanding ways to try to “study,” and thus is often not effective for long-term retention and mastery of concepts. Make your study sessions as engaging as possible without destroying your brain cells and giving you a migraine.

Build up. Start simple, with easier learning devices, and then make it more challenging for yourself. For instance, for foreign language, I might start with flashcards or matching tasks. Then, I’ll eventually get to the point where I will try to write my entire vocabulary list from memory. Build up from easy to harder.

Multiple study sessions throughout a day or throughout the course of a week (when you have it) will almost always be better than one massive study session. Repeatedly engage with the material.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat frankly is always the way to go.

PRIORITIZE. Focus on problem sections. Focus on sections that are most likely to be on the test in large quantities. Prioritize what you work on. You don’t need to know every tiny detail to get a passing grade; you just need to know what big stuff is most likely to be hit.

Tackle one section at a time. Don’t think about the full breadth of the unit. Master one concept at a time. Smaller chunks are always more manageable, more efficient, and more effectively learned. If you don’t understand the full breadth of your test, start with the smallest thing you can, work on that, and get that one thing right first. Just that one thing. 

Try to engage in the different styles of learning. Reading. Speaking. Acting out. All these will help you retain the information in different ways. For some subjects, this may be easier than others. But do what you can.

Flash cards. When you go through the flash cards, don’t go through each card once. Put aside the ones you get wrong. Rework the ones you get wrong a second time… or a third time… until you get them right. Then put them into the big pile again of every flash card and restart. ENGAGE with these things rather than quickly skim over the fronts and backs.

Draw diagrams. Venn diagrams. Tables. Charts. STUFF. Organize your information in new ways.

Make tests for yourself. Create tests that are multiple choice, fill in the blank, short essays, anything. Then, after you make those tests, give yourself a break, go back, and take your tests. See what you do and don’t remember.

Make memory devices! Memory devices for the win! Make them silly and absurd! Make it fun! Make memory devices from puns. Set key phrases to musical melodies. Make silly analogies. Do whatever you need to to memorize the material, even if in a dorky way. Like, I first learned the kanji 白 was ‘shiro’ because it looks like the character Shiro from Voltron. It’s got a square face with a scar in the center, and even a little tick at the top to represent Shiro’s WHITE hair floof (and ‘shiro’ means ‘white’ woot victory!). Other times, I’ve memorized numbers by setting them to tunes.

Rewrite your notes or key pages from your textbook. Type up your notes from class, or rewrite them, or take notes from your book again. Note that you can rearrange your notes as you do this; maybe you could make a page that’s all about X topic?

Study with friends! Quiz each other, talk to each other about problematic points, try to figure out difficult sections together. And don’t skimp, but don’t be afraid to make it fun. Learning goes better when it’s fun.

Write a “study guide” or “cheat sheet” for yourself of all the most pertinent material.

Talk out loud as you reread your notes. Engage with the material both with eyes and ears.

Try to quote your notes. Talk to yourself about what you remember. Then look and see what you didn’t talk about.

Try explaining to someone else what you’ve learned. This is a really good one. This will help you really pinpoint what you do and don’t know, and will mentally solidify the things that you do, in fact, understand. Nothing says “learning” like having to tell someone else what you’ve learned.

Especially if it’s mathematical, but also for other subjects, rework problems from your textbook or homeworks, get new problems from textbooks, or go online to find other problems with solutions. 

Find tutors. Or talk to teachers. Seriously, talk to teachers!

Any academic videos on YouTube explaining concepts? What about Wikipedia? Other websites on these topics to help you see the information presented in a new way? My ass got saved in Mathematical Logic due to a good logic wiki.

Give yourself breaks. Everyone needs different break points and has different levels of concentration ability, but one not-terrible-rule to consider is 50 minutes studying, 10 minute break. I personally prefer longer sessions and will do something like 2 hours, then 30 minute break. But that’s for you to decide with yourself.

SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. You do no favors for yourself if you don’t sleep. Sleep as best as you can. Fatigue prevents us from using our full mind, will prevent the recall we could have had if we were more awake. Fatigue prevents us from learning and retaining information we would have learned faster in a more rested state. Sleep allows us to process the information we’ve just thought about; we’ll wake up with a more solid understanding of materials because there’s been some unconscious processing. I know you want to maximize those study hours, but you’ll be wasting those 75% of the time if you’re up to 3 AM trying to work on something and can barely keep your eyes open. 

Make it about you. What is it about this material that you can care about? Find ways to relate it to what you care about, whatever the subject.

I know that’s not a very widespread list - I could write a lot more - but unfortunately I have to get going to my own time crunch for work. And I know I’m not covering every angle in which this is a stressful situation and how we may engage with it, and how people with different learning styles and minds and social situations interact with materials… but I hope that something in here helps you nevertheless.

Please give yourself a break right now.

To say the least, I’m wishing the absolute best for you. I’m rooting for you. I’m sympathizing. My heart feels for you. And I hope that you can find a bit of stress-relief in the midst of this. Take care, friend, and please take care of yourself through all this.

[themagiciansreccenter]

The Great Blank Spot: @under-the-shady-tree

So much goes into creating fanfiction even before the first words hit the paper. And in-depth spotlight on our writers and the process behind their work.

Tell us about your current project.  

It's about timeline 23 and everything I think could have happened during it.

The fics are finally posted from The Trials. Did you participate?

I didn't, I would like to at some point in the future, but I was so wrapped up on this and past projects that I completely missed signing up.

What is your current word count?

46,405

Do you try to write daily? Do you have a word count or other goals you try to hit for each writing session?

I write most days, I wouldn't say daily but really close to daily. I used to try for a word count goal but I started to get really discouraged and stressed by doing it that way. I set goals like, get this conversation finished, rewrite that bit of narrative, start this scene. On days I'm not feeling that creative I handle something smaller and on the days I'm bursting then I tackle something big. 

What was the inspiration for this fic?

The episode "Twenty Three" mostly. I loved that there were all these little changes about the timeline and I wondered what else could have been different. I also wrote something in a different fic with Penny23 and it had a few of his observations about the differences between the timelines that I thought were really fun. I found myself not able to let go of the little pieces and I needed to write a full fic on it.

How do you stay motivated between chapters/stories?

It's hard sometimes, but I've found that when I start to think about quitting I remember a scene or a moment later on that really excites me and remind myself I have to keep writing to get there. Also talking with others in the fandom and getting that support has been really the biggest thing, knowing that someone else is excited about what I'm doing.

Did this fic require any research? How much research do you typically do for your fics?

I watched the episode Twenty Three a lot. Each time I would watch it I would try to plot out one of the characters stories and make sure I get them to end up how they ended up in the episode. I also have reread the first Magician's book multiple times in the past few months, paying extra close attention to the Brakebills chapters so I could bring in as much book stuff as I could. For other fics, I can't think if much research I've done. The stuff I wrote about didn't really require it over knowing show and book canon. This has been the most research I've done because of everything it involves.

Do you typically write ahead or post as you go?

I usually post as I go and it's what I have been doing with this fic but I've recently decided to hold off posting until I have more written. I want to give myself some time to really work hard on this because it's a bigger fic than I'm used to writing. With more characters and storylines and just a lot more going on. I'm going to see how it goes with this fic and I might keep that going for future projects. 

How much planning and outlining did you do before you started putting words on paper?

Oh man...a lot. This fic has been slowly brewing since the episode aired and I posted the first chapter in September. The time between all that I was working on this in some way. It was mid July that I finally felt like I had the story in place that I wanted to tell and began officially writing the first chapter.

Has it been pretty smooth sailing or rough waters? When things get rocky, how do you handle needing to rewrite sections or scrap scenes entirely?

It hasn't been all that smooth, honestly. Trying to figure out what to add and how things could be the same or different has been a challenge. There are at least three big events that happen in the show that I have completely deleted and one of those was really hard to let go of because of how attached I was to it. Ultimately though, the story works better with those things gone and I try to remember that. There are other things I've cut for lesser reasons, mostly because I think it will make the story drag a little. I have a few I've put a pin in and hope to someday write them as a shorter fic that could accompany this one. So some things that are cut aren't going to be gone forever. Still the biggest thing that gets me through when it gets hard is the wonderful support I feel from this amazing fandom.

Excerpt

“Eliot?” Closing his eyes, Eliot felt like he might actually cry and he took a deep breath before finally looking at Quentin who stood awkwardly in front of him like he appeared out thin air. “Are you okay?” Eliot smiled, Quentin’s eyes were wide with concern and Eliot almost felt sorry for him. What had this poor kid done to end up anywhere near him? 

 “I’m fantastic.” his voice didn’t sound familiar but he pushed on. “What are doing here?” Quentin pulled his arms around himself; he wasn’t even wearing a coat. 

 “When Amanda gave you that note, you got this look on your face,” Quentin looked embarrassed but Eliot’s heart sped up at the thought of Quentin studying his expressions enough to know when something was wrong. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” his teeth were chattering now and Eliot shook his head as he shrugged his coat off. 

 “So you ran after me without a coat.” Eliot stepped forward and draped the coat on Quentin’s shoulders. “How romantic,” They stood close enough for a moment that their breath visible in the cold air, swirled and mixed together until it was all just a cloud of mist in front of them.

Anything else you want to add/think we should cover?

I just want to say that for the first time I feel I'm starting to come out of my own shell and really feel more comfortable asking for help and I want to thank everyone who has been there. It means the world to me!

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[pooma-education]

Group discussion

Topic: How to make 💯 attendance of parents to PTA meeting in schools.

Participants: Ms. Leena Rai, Mrs. Buvana, Mrs. Farhana khan, Mr. Ashish Bhatnagar, Mr. Nahid Raza, Mrs. Gena Basti, Mrs. Durga K Nair, Azeez...

• Mrs. Buvana: Keep involving them in school decision making

• Leader. Ms. Leena Rai Kalra UNV: First they need to learn to be responsible towards his or her own child answerable to his or her future.

Every month calling and continuous interaction by the school may bring them to school.

We need to make them realise their duties inspite of the busy schedule.

PTA meetings are an added advantage where they can be encouraged that they too are going to be the next member.

Time to time their involvement in some activities

The interactive session of some parents with a few classes like a doctor parent to be in a school

An electrician parent can come to let the children learn mending of the fuse etc

• Mr. Nahid Raza UNV: We should accept our faults too. It will make us better

Mr. Cosmos: These are some ideas for boosting the numbers at your next meeting.

1. Vary the meeting time

2. Vary the meeting place

3. Encourage Attendance As A Responsibility

4. Make meetings more Fun

5. Give Prizes

6. Make meetings shorter

7. Combine meetings with other School Events

8. Publicize meetings

• Mrs. Gena Basti: I'm in to this field for 26years. None of the year i faced 100% attendance of parent on open meet. We'll make cl without fail after the open meet without fail. They'll come out with smiley face and very cool answer that' we had work at home, we saw the papers already, we had family function, etc., which is very lame and least bothered. If they respect only know their children will respect?.

• Mrs. Durga Nair UNV: We had a PTM once along with Grant Parents day celebration, the parents turned up count was really appreciable

• Mrs. M. Farhana Khan UNV: Make PTA meetings interesting by showing some documentary films or ask parents to come and show their skill if they have any

Mrs. Gena Basti: I use to choose remote areas to work. Can't blame. They do concentrate on their fields. I use to provide mobiles to my staff. Once in 15days they make calls to have good relationship with them . They are very much happy about the communication .

AZEEZ: Importance of PTA meeting in schools

It's a common human quest that not to listen someone is pointing mistakes or errors on their kids or on them. The reason behind is this that Parents are not interested in facing the designer's world of their kids.

The aim of PTA is now a days forgotten by the schools and the parents.

It helps the school to improve its standard and status.

It gives home school communication.

It gives ample opportunities to the children in all the ways-living, security, celebrations....not only for studies.

It develops community relationship with school and it goes beyond the school.

It gives solutions to problems to parents and the child.

It improves a sense of belongingness and participation.

It helps to get immediate support from the parents or society.

It is a bridge between school and society.

Some ways to improve Parents attendance in PTA:

• Stressed parents need a stress-free moments. They wanted to have fun in a safer place.

• Personal contact is what I have found to be the best way to not just improve meeting attendance, but also overall involvement. If you are outgoing and truly interested in other people and their ideas, they will gravitate towards you and school.

• Parents would come to see their kids but only about have the grade would show up in the meeting. Make some changes- offering refreshments, babysitting, personal interaction.....

• We need to make sure that everyone feels that they have a valid voice and opinion when they come to a meeting.

How many of our PTO's were cliques, or were perceived that way at one time or another?

• Honestly speaking, people are busy and families are over-scheduled these days...another meeting is the last thing people want to have to fit into their schedules.

And who can blame them?

• Try to look at things in a positive light...first of all, the more in attendance, you can pretty much guarantee a longer meeting!

• The length of the meetings is what scares people off.

• Try to see it as an assurance that your families trust that what you decide for the organization and the school is okay by them. Some might see it as apathy, but perhaps it's that they know that the group in place to make decisions is capable.

• Want/ Get feedback from parents?

Provide a quarterly (or more often) newsletter to the families, let them know what's going on.

• Survey them, offer a "suggestion box" at school...that way, people can offer ideas on their time, and not yours...

•Above all Respect them. We are source to their children and they are our only source for survival.

Let's leave competition, comments behind, we too human being and let's have free interactions with our surroundings by leaving our teacherhood for a while.

Smile for a while with them. While you smile the children behind them smile at you and start respecting you and listening you. The success stories begin from here when your students start listening to you.

Mr. Ashish Bhatnagar UNV: Well there can be many reasons for parents non-involvement in the PTA meets.

Parents might feel that whatever they discuss in these meets are never implemented. Lot of promises but not fulfilled.

They do not get proper feedback from teachers. A constructive and structured feedback is a must. Then they will always look forward to these PTMs.

Also involve parents in various activities in the school. Have a close bond with the parents. Communication is the key. One key person from school must keep communicating with parents.

In schools you can start up Parent Volunteers group and give them responsibilities to take care of it.

Year end on Annual day function you can award them THE BEST PARENTING AWARD for motivation.