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ghost story premiere day! check @melliotwrites for more info

#*there's less than a day left* me: does this count as a prediction :33 sorry it's vague i just predict Vibes. stream sheep in wolf country#last several hours i can post this before it comes across as a Reading Comprehension Cringefail! due to the new update (premiere)#which is also to say i've rushed it in the last 24h after cc told me ''go for it''. i haven't digitally rendered like this since i was 15#in lieu of character designs falling into my lap from above i give you wolf & sheep & wolf & sheep. also House. also fire and water concept#brought to you by (1) general excitement i've been swept up in // (2) cc; who i messaged yesterday with a sketch on a half-wet receipt#and was an enabler of this nonsense // (3) copious usage of the procreate liquify tool and eyedropping colours from the pinterest boards#(4) '' rotatable 👍 '' from cc which means that the house in water isn't beset by reflections and vague. and this work is rotatable.#bonus points if you treat both sides as a spot the difference game.#tempted to print this out as like a6 merch. lowkey. // (4) me rendering last minute on the last possible day [art proj flashbacks] //#(5) ghost story art draft 1 i did like dec last year involving a shelf; incense sticks; peeling paint; spilled cup; the whole shebang -#if you look at the water house there's incense sticks in the window. yippee! had fun with that... it never made it out of sketch.#and then i lost the paper. alas. sorry i guess that was fated to never be. here's attempt 2.0 with months of hindsight#anyways let's talk really quick about song assocs! water imagery @idk you anymore // sheep in wolf country!! pretty obv. above#there's a house & there isn't a house. much House. idk how else to put it. // also that one timeline (not a song) saying <house burns down>#incense sticks mentioned in i breathe in you breathe out // the lighting for the field of grass comes from there's a house:#'where the grass looks like fire sick with anticipation'. also in the same song: pond mentioned 💥💥 body of water moment //#also also the house in this work is like. if you took the ghost story header & the ghost story programme houses and smushed them tgt#except i was lazy to render wood that clearly. and last note here is that the smoke was kinda insp from how clouds are done in chinese art.#ghost story musical
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The Growth of the Royal Children from 1772 to 1773
Memorandum concerning the growth of Royal Children, dated August 15, 1773. GEO/MAIN/16006.
#british history#george iv#prince frederick duke of york and albany#prince william henry duke of clarence#princess charlotte matilda princess royal#prince edward duke of kend and strathearn#princess augusta sophia#princess elizabeth#prince ernest augustus duke of cumberland#george iii#queen charlotte#1772#1773#handwriting#the georgian papers programm#18th century
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cleaned my desktop after submitting my project report and it looks so naked
#i just had everything on my desktop so it was swamped with random papers the files for the analysis the graphs and now#i have my browser 2 folders and drawing programmes and thats it lol#also im like emotionally shitting myself from the stress of submitting it rn and i cannot do anything so im gonna try to go on a walk#personal
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i doubt it is on youtube, but there used to be series, 5 to 15 minutes long, on var. space facts. it was usually "anchored" by this woman who looked, iirc, like trinity from matrix actress; or Kaylee Frye (Actress Jewel Staite) from Firefly, TV series; but neither i guess is right, it was just how similar she looked the intro and bg was brown, like cafe-pergamen old paper got it was called "via universe" "vea voyage" or such, but idk, it was like 10-20 years ago probably, and the programme could be even older, made between 1996 - 2005...
#i doubt it is on youtube#but there used to be series#5 to 15 minutes long#on var. space facts. it was usually “anchored” by this woman who looked#iirc#like trinity from matrix actress; or Kaylee Frye (Actress Jewel Staite) from Firefly#TV series; but neither i guess is right#it was just how similar she looked#the intro and bg was brown#like cafe-pergamen old paper got#it was called “via universe” “vea voyage” or such#but idk#it was like 10-20 years ago probably#and the programme could be even older#made between 1996 - 2005...
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i swear, only twerking to item songs can save me
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Week 1-A - Day 2 - The coding part

let name = "Krissy";
This translates to:
Define "name" as a let variable, and assign the value "Krissy" to it.
Tomorrow we'll see about variable naming conventions!
Also I love syntax coloring it's so satisfying sometimes
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arXiv is a goldmine actually
#if you're curious the paper is#“why the trans programmer”#by skye kychenthal#(2022)#catgirl#catgirls#arxiv#programming#the 'catgirl' tags are bait but it's also true so-
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Daphne (about the writer Daphne du Maurier)
What was the first "LGBTQ+" movie you ever watched? Because my friend just told me hers was I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry (2007) which was the worst/funniest possible answer
#I was writing an analysis of 2 of her books + her bio part as a paper for Foreign Literature#the film happened to be shown on TV at the time :D (I had no idea what to expect as the summary in TV programme had no W\W mention.)#Daphne#Daphne du Maurier#life#I was 17.5 then
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There was a paper in 2016 exploring how an ML model was differentiating between wolves and dogs with a really high accuracy, they found that for whatever reason the model seemed to *really* like looking at snow in images, as in thats what it pays attention to most.
Then it hit them. *oh.*
*all the images of wolves in our dataset has snow in the background*
*this little shit figured it was easier to just learn how to detect snow than to actually learn the difference between huskies and wolves. because snow = wolf*
Shit like this happens *so often*. People think trainning models is like this exact coding programmer hackerman thing when its more like, coralling a bunch of sentient crabs that can do calculus but like at the end of the day theyre still fucking crabs.
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King George III to his sister on the Death of their Mother
Dear Sister It is with a heavy heart I take up my pen to acquaint You that my Mother after a long and painful illness near Eleven Months died this morning at a little before Six, She was perfectly Sensible to the last and either from fortitude would not pretend to know Her danger, or from natural spirits was ignorant of it. To the last hour [she] was anxious to hear from You whose misfortune certainly have some days shortened Her life. I am grieved at thinking that this letter will be delivered to You at Cronenburgh [Kronborg] instead of
King George III informs his exiled sister Caroline Matilde, Queen of Denmark and Norway of the death of their mother, February 8, 1772. GEO/MAIN/15956.
#handwriting#the georgian papers programm#king george iii#british history#queen charoline matilde of denmark and norway#augusta dowager princess of wales#18th century#1772#completley beside the point but Kronborg is a lovely place
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Dolly VII



~ part 7 of the Dolly series
pairing: han jisung x afab!reader
genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi
synopsis: you, being a tech-savvy person, decide to get one of the new sex dolls on the market. with your skills and brains you manage to unlock the doll's secret and make a perfect plan on how to discover the secrets of the doll's maker too.
wc: 8.2k
warnings: oral (f and m), somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampies
a/n: i've never been to an observatory so idk how things go there and i couldn't find a detailed description of the experience so i just winged it, don't come at me if you've been to one
~ divider by @bunnysrph
"Fuck yes!" you laughed, lifting your fist up in the air triumphantly. You were so early.
Following the latest technology advancements and even working on some of your own led you down into a deep dive and you had heard rumors here and there about something completely new and different coming out soon. And now they were finally here for the public to enjoy.
Sex dolls.
But no, they weren't regular dolls that were made of plastic. The site claimed that they were made out of newly discovered materials that made them feel human, made them able to heat up, get hard, cum. In your years of being a programmer and hacker you have never heard of such a thing.
You scrolled through the entire site, of course they were made by BIMT. They were known for their discoveries in robotics and artificial intelligence. But they were also shady. Their founder, Helena died mysteriously and any ex employee kept their mouth shut when asked about their job. You saw the interviews and read articles before. You saw the glint of fear in those people's eyes, like they were threatened to be silent with death.
You already tried looking into it before, you were always a curious cat and you always did your research, sometimes even illegally but hey, what has to be done...
BIMT hid their tracks very well, even their official site was impenetrable no matter how many times you tried hacking into it. There was no revealing documents, pictures or interviews anywhere, not even on the deep dark web. You couldn't even find anything about it after hacking into social media accounts of ex workers. It made you even more intrigued. You always loved a good challenge.
And the dolls being made by them was just the stroke of luck you needed. Excitedly, you scrolled through each dolly profile. It was so hard to decide, but one of the dolls caught your eye more than the others.
Jisung, the nerdy doll. You thought he was just like you, a smarty-pants, the person who knows the answer to almost anything, brain full of fun facts and finger ready to lift up and say 'actually!' before you start explaining to someone why their claims are wrong based on this and that.
Yes, he had to be yours.
Not even a week later, your package arrived and you were practically bouncing off of your walls and climbing up your ceiling. You ripped the paper off the box eagerly before opening it and gasping.
"Oh you are even more beautiful in person!" your hands instantly flew to the doll's body as you explored it. "Does feel human." you nodded to yourself and leaned in to inspect his face.
With eyes opened and frozen you had to admit, Jisung looked a bit creepy no matter how pretty he was made to be.
"Time to dissect." you wiggled your eyebrows and pulled Jisung up in a sitting position. "Perfect."
Your fingers brushed over the little usb opening, almost missing the paper that slipped down. You grabbed it and started reading.
Hello,
my name is Jisung and I am your nerdy doll.
I love music, singing, dancing, rapping, watching anime and reading comics. Maybe I have too many hobbies? But I am happy to share them with you!
Please take good care of me, sometimes I feel down and alone and will need your comfort and presence.
Hope you will love me as much as I love you.
"Versatile little guy, aren't you?" you smirked, playing with his hair a little. "I think you and I will get along perfectly."
You scooped your dolly up and brought him to your room, placing him down on your bed before going back to grab the manual. You skimmed over it, nodding every now and then in surprise. This really was some kind of never before seen technology. You wondered how BIMT managed to produce the dolls and what else they made that no one knew about.
Being a programmer, you knew stuff like this was the result of trial and error. You kept thinking about how they actually got to here and what they had to do to make something as advanced as the doll on your bed.
"Let's see what you got, pretty boy." you smirked as you stood in front of Jisung. You gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing maybe the most lean waist you've ever seen.
"Wow." you gasped. "Yeah, you're not real." you chuckled, placing your hand on his chest. Your fingers twitched against him, he felt real, like a real human being. And he was warming up under your touch.
Your hand slid down, touching his chest, his nipples that seemed to become more pebbled the more you ran your fingertips over them.
"Look at that." you giggled before sliding your hand down until you got to his jeans. You noticed a small piece of paper sticking from the pocket.
"What's this?" you pulled it out and opened it.
My baby!
I am so excited for our first date!
I might be a little shy at first though. Hopefully you will still enjoy our first night together.
"Oh, I'll enjoy." you smirked, seeing the bulge that was straining against his pants. You unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Your fingers wrapped around his clothed length and you palmed him over his boxers. He twitched in your hand and you gasped.
"I'll discover your secrets, Jisung. But first let's have some fun, shall we?" you smirked, thinking how the doll should be used for what it was essentially made for. Why not have a little fun with it before you actually hack into it?
You slid his boxers down and his length slapped against his stomach, red and dripping, ready for you.
"Wow." you gasped, he was big and shaped perfectly. You couldn't wait to try him out so you stripped out of your clothes, throwing them haphazardly anywhere they landed in your room. Jisung was propped against your pillow in a half-sitting position and you crawled on the bed, hovering over his chest as you chuckled.
Why did it seem like his eyes were sparkling? Like they were trained on your pussy? Like he was actually seeing you before him?
"You want this?" you smirked, your fingers sliding on your folds then back up as you spread them before placing one finger on your clit and playing with it. Your dolly blushed at your ministrations and you gasped.
"What the fuck?" you chuckled in disbelief as you leaned over his face and tried to take a better look at him, to see if he was breathing, blinking, moving, anything. But it seemed like his heart wasn't beating at all. It's probably just a feature the dollies have, you thought to yourself as you continued touching your wet folds and playing with your clit.
"You have pretty hands, little dolly." you smirked, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to your breast. "Mm." you moaned as you moved against it, his skin was smooth and warm and it felt so good against yours. Your other hand was still between your legs and you slowly pushed two fingers inside your pussy, moaning at the feeling while staring at Jisung's face. The look on the doll's face was so sweet, almost innocent and you couldn't help but think if he was a real man, you'd definitely fall for him, he seemed just your type.
After a few minutes of playing with yourself, you were starting to lose patience the more you stared at Jisung, he was so alluring. You slid down to hover over his cock before grabbing the base of it and pressing the tip on your wet folds.
"Fuck." you groaned, throwing your head back. He felt so real, so perfect and you slid down slowly, taking his length in until he bottomed out inside you and you sat on him, squirming around to adjust. He filled you up like no one else and your eyes rolled back as soon as you started fucking on him.
A string of curses left your lips while you bounced up and down on him, getting his heavy cock more wet with each movement as you kept squeezing around him. You braced your hands on his defined chest and fucked him harder, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot and making you groan loudly as your eyes watered from arousal.
Your thighs started burning, legs tingling as a sheen of sweat covered your body while you kept fucking Jisung harder, noticing his face was becoming even more red.
"You enjoying, dolly?" you smirked between moans and clenched around him, forgetting that with your doll's sensitivity he could cum just from that. And that is exactly what happened, without warning he twitched and exploded inside you, making you gasp and clench even harder around him. The wetness and warmth made your eyes roll back and you followed after him, cumming around his cock and riding your high as long as you could.
"Tsk. Naughty dolly." you chuckled, pinching his cheek. "Wow, your face is warm." you added, pressing your palm against his heated skin. You leaned down and kissed his lips, they were so soft and for some reason tasted like cherries. Your lips kept pressing into his, before moving onto his cute puffy cheeks and placing more sweet kisses there.
"Hey!" a giggle escaped your lips when you felt him getting hard inside you again. "I'd love to but my thighs hurt." you pouted before sliding off of him. "My jaw is fine though." you winked at the doll before sliding down and coming closer to his cock, wet with yours and his juices. With a shrug, you pressed your tongue against him and gave him one long lick from the base to the tip, tasting yourself and again, something like cherries mixed with it.
"What are you made of? Fruit?" you let out another giggle before leaning in again and wrapping your lips around his tip. You sucked lightly, moaning and enjoying the taste and feeling of him. Your hand wrapped around what you couldn't take in your mouth as you slid as far down as you could and started moving your head up and down on Jisung's cock. Your eyes fluttered shut and you got into a rhythm, moaning and swallowing around him because he tasted so good.
It didn't take long for your dolly to explode again, this time painting your mouth with his warm cum and you swallowed every last sweet drop of him. You leaned up and kissed him again before leaving the room to take a quick shower. You didn't bother to put anything else but a short robe on when you came back to clean up your dolly too.
"Now. Let's see what you are made of."
You lifted him and put him in your chair before taking the usb cable and connecting it into the back of his neck and then into your computer. After opening the terminal and typing out a few lines of code, you were in.
"Hah!" you laughed. BIMT might've shut their ex employees up and they made sure no one could find dirt about them or hack into any site they made but they probably never thought that someone would actually hack into one of the dolls.
"What kind of code is this?" you gasped a little as you looked at lines and lines of code that your dolly was made from. It was definitely some advanced programming language but still it was readable, and to someone who did this for life it wasn't hard to understand after taking some time to look at it and read it out.
You saw that it had some type of advanced AI implemented inside it, some kind of genetic algorithm carrying the unique DNA of your Jisung dolly. It wasn't like any other genetic algorithm you worked with before and it was clear to you that this technology was far ahead of its time.
"How the fuck?" you shook your head, scrolling through the lines of code, seeing that a lot of the features the doll had were 'turned off' before getting to a line where there was a loop holding the factory reset button.
Should you do it? Reset the doll and see what happens?
You turned towards Jisung and looked at his face, your eyes searching his glassy ones. You saw there were features of the doll talking, laughing, even something about his heart beating. You suspected that he was actually 'alive'. You felt like you were in some kind of science fiction movie as your finger hovered over the left mouse button.
"Fuck it." you said and clicked it.
For a few moments, nothing happened until you noticed all the lines with features changing rapidly before your eyes. You jumped a little and looked at Jisung again. He was still for a moment before his eyes watered and then his face became red as he fought for air. He blinked a few times and then took a deep, painful breath in, his eyes became wide and his hand grabbed at his chest.
It looked like your dolly was alive after all.
Jisung looked around before his eyes landed on you and his hand flew to the usb pressed into his skin. With fearful eyes he stared at you and gasped.
"W-who are you?" he asked, backing away in the chair as you stared at him with mouth agape.
"Um, y/n. I bought you?"
"I... I was sold?" Jisung's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why would Mother sell me?"
"Mother?"
"Why am I naked?!" he screamed suddenly, trying to cover himself up with his hands as his face became incredibly red.
"We just had sex? Or I fucked you. You're a sex doll? You don't remember anything?"
Jisung frowned again, pressing his lips together as his eyes moved left and right for a few moments before they widened.
"Yes, I remember now what happened." his cheeks were rosy again. "Can you please give me my clothes? I'm... embarrassed."
"Sure." you stood up to grab his boxers and Jisung saw a glimpse of your core as you moved around, quickly looking away as he started heating up.
"Here." you gave him his underwear and he managed to put them on while still sitting in the chair.
"Why am I hooked to your computer?" Jisung asked and you got closer to the screen and observed the code, seeing something you had never seen before in your life.
Under all the lines, new lines kept appearing as if the code was writing itself while Jisung spoke, thought or took in a breath. It was like a brain, doing all the things that would keep a human being alive and let them do all the things they do so easily.
"This is fascinating!" you kept gawking at the code.
"Please... I don't wanna be hooked to any more machines." Jisung whispered and you turned to look at him again.
"I'm sorry." you tilted your head before unhooking him from the cable and he winced, grabbing at his neck and you watched in real time as his skin grew over the opening.
"What the-" you kept chuckling in disbelief. But despite you being in shock, it was Jisung who stared at you like you were the weird one.
"You look confused. What's the last thing you remember, Jisung?" you asked and he bit on his lip, gulping as his eyes fixated on your cleavage.
"Hey, buddy!" you snapped your fingers with a chuckle. "Eyes up here." you pointed to your face and he sputtered a little.
"The last thing I remember? You-"
"No, before coming here." it was your turn to blush.
"Ugh. I remember my brothers and our Mother. She made us come to life. She loved us, she would never sell us." he quickly shook his head, getting upset. You reached out slowly and placed your hand over his and Jisung looked up at you with wide, shiny eyes.
"Do you know her name?"
"Mother? Isn't that her name?" he pouted a little, looking like a kid waiting to be praised for the right answer.
"Wait a sec." you said and googled Helena Bang, showing him a picture of her. "Is this mother?"
"Yes! Yes, that's her!" Jisung smiled and nodded.
"Jisung, I'm sorry but... but she is gone. She died a few years ago."
"W-what? What do you mean? That can't be true! She was there with us, teaching us everything and reading us books and, and-"
"Hey, hey, calm down. I didn't mean to upset you." you rolled you chair closer to Jisung's and took his hands in yours. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, sniffling as he tried to understand just what you were saying to him.
"Look, obviously something happened in between and someone wiped your memory." you tried soothing him, drawing circles with your thumbs into his skin. "But don't worry, you came to the right hands because I will help you remember everything and discover what is happening in BIMT." you nodded and Jisung exhaled.
"Okay. I trust you. You're really pretty." he said with rosy cheeks and you laughed.
"You trust me cause I'm pretty?"
"No, I trust you because... because I have a feeling I should. And you're also pretty." he looked down and you giggled, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly.
"You're pretty too." you whispered in his ear.
"T-thank you." he stuttered, playing with his fingers.
"Now tell me everything you remember. Don't leave any minor details out." you said and Jisung began talking.
"We looked different before, when we were first made. We spent a lot of time in these big tanks filled with some kind of liquid. They called them 'incubators' and they would take us out and hook us to some kind of machines. They did something to us, I couldn't see what but I could feel it. I think- I think they were adding skin and other parts...and it hurt. A lot. But after that we were transported to this big mansion and we lived there with Mother. She took care of us, she taught us everything and she read books to us and played games with us. We spent time in the garden of the house a lot. Chan, Changbin and I had a lot of fun in the house gym, but Changbin spent lots of time there. And there was a pool, I'd hang out there with Felix and Hyunjin. And Hyunjin also loved the garden a lot. Seungmin too! And the library, Seungmin would sit in the library a lot, reading all the books Mother had there! Jeongin spent a lot of time in the game room playing videogames with Seungmin and Felix. And Minho really loved cooking and taking care of the cats in the mansion. We had a wonderful time together. I remember we would grill in the backyard and I had a guitar, we all sang together. I- I don't know what happened after that." Jisung hugged himself. "All I remember is a feeling. A deep seated feeling of angst and fear. Something happened to us, we were separated. From each other and from Mother. We went to sleep. And then I woke up here."
"So, Helena did make all of you." you smirked, looking up the current CEO of the institute. "And this bastard decided to completely turn everything around and make money in such a dirty way, making himself look like a genius who made you." you shook your head in disbelief. "Do you remember him?"
Jisung shook his head with wide, innocent eyes.
"Don't worry, Jisung. I'll get to the bottom of this."
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After a proper shower and meal, Jisung seemed to be more calm than earlier as he wandered around your apartment, brushing his fingers against your furniture and decorations.
"You don't have a garden? Or a library? A gym? A pool?" he looked at you expectantly and you let out a cackle, now dressed in your comfy pjs and ready to relax before sleep.
"That's something only rich people have. Here, I have a balcony. Come." you beckoned him with your hand and he followed. You opened the door to your balcony, taking a deep breath in, the fresh breeze of an early summer evening caressing your skin.
Jisung took in a deep breath too and cautiously placed his palms on the railing before looking down.
"Wow. It's really high up." he said and you stood next to him.
"Does it scare you?" you put your hand next to his.
"It's just a little... uncomfortable. But I like the plants you put here." Jisung smiled at the few flower and plant pots you had all around your balcony.
"Then don't look down, look up." you took his hand and pulled him to the little bench and table you had placed there. "You can see the stars from my balcony."
Jisung's eyes widened a little as he scanned the sky, a small smile twitching on his lips as you observed him.
"You seem fascinated." you said as he stayed silent.
"I've always loved the stars, felt like they held answers to any question. I begged Mother to take us to an observatory so we can look at the sky together. She always said it was too dangerous to leave the house and that it's not time yet. She said we had to wait for the right time to leave, to be independent."
"You still wanna do that?" you smiled and he looked at you, nodding quickly.
"I'll take you then."
Jisung gasped, his body jolting in excitment. "Really?!"
"Yes, I've never been to one either. I think it would be something fun to see." you said and he kept nodding the entire time, making you chuckle.
"Are you tired?" he asked when you yawned.
"Yes and I have lots to do tomorrow. I'm working on a big project for work and I also want to look more into your code." you said and Jisung shivered a little.
"You're gonna hook me up to your computer again?" he pouted.
"I'm afraid that's the only way to find out more." you chewed on your lip.
"Do you think my brothers are in danger?" he asked then, frowning in thought.
"They could be. But no one bought them yet."
"Can you?" he asked and you chuckled.
"What I had saved up I spent on you. I got nothing left. But I could call a friend. You said Chan was the first doll made, right?" you asked, standing up and Jisung nodded.
"Then I know what to do." you reached your hand to him. "But now, let's go to sleep."
Jisung took your hand and let you lead him back to your room.
"We are sleeping together?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes and embarrassment painted on his cheeks.
"Of course." you smirked a little and pulled him down on the bed with you.
With his cute face and pretty eyes, Jisung managed to steal a few kisses from you before he fell asleep in your arms.
Jisung woke up when it was still dark outside, the sky still full of stars albeit a little less shiny now as the sun was supposed to rise soon. He looked at your sleeping frame, reaching his hand to gently touch your cheek, his fingertips on your skin. He played with your hair before putting it behind your ear. He's never seen someone as beautiful as you and he never felt this sort of excitement, like butterflies and fire inside him for anyone else but you.
Jisung's face flushed when he realized he was aroused by your presence and warmth. He had no idea what to do, should he wake you up or just ignore it? He squirmed in place, accidentally grazing against your bare thigh. A moan left his lips and he couldn't help himself, pressing against you again and dragging his clothed length against your soft skin. His hands gripped at your hip and his eyes closed as he whimpered quietly. The movements and sounds made you snap out of your dreams and your eyes fluttered open.
"Jisung?" you whispered and he froze.
"I'm- I'm sorry Y/n. It's just-" you chuckled, shutting him up with a sleepy kiss as your hands traveled down.
"Take what you need." you smirked after getting rid of your shorts and underwear. He gasped a little as you grabbed his wrist and led his hand between your legs.
"You feel that? For you." you smirked, eyes closed as his fingers explored your wet folds. You pushed his boxers down slowly and pulled him in closer to you, your brain foggy and turned on after sleep. Jisung slotted his hips between yours and gripped your thighs, spreading your legs more before grabbing his cock and sinking it into you. Both of you moaned, hands grabbing desperately at each other.
"Y-you make me feel like I'm burning." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and a breathless chuckle escaped your lips. Jisung whined, gripping at you as he started dragging his cock against your walls slowly, fitting perfectly inside you.
"J-Jisung... Feels so good." you whimpered, arching up into him.
"Yeah, baby?" his lips pressed into your flushed cheek as he fucked you slowly and deeply.
"Yeah, perfect." you gasped, your hands roaming on his back, up and down his smooth skin, feeling the defined muscles.
"You're perfect too. So warm." Jisung whimpered, speeding up just a little as he lifted your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him. He bit on his lip and you moaned, arching into him and encouraging him to touch you so he placed his hands on your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples. Your legs wrapped around him as your hands kept roaming on his skin, his lips on your neck and chest, his body swaying into yours until you were brought to climax together.
"Wow." Jisung smiled, laying his cheek on your chest and looking up at you.
"It's much more fun when you're not just lying there." you joked, poking his cheek.
He pouted and frowned, swatting your hand away. "For me, it was fun to just watch you too."
"I'm sure it was." you giggled, wiggling out of his hold and getting up. "We got work to do."
Jisung whined but followed you to the bathroom. After a shower and breakfast you picked up your phone a called a friend. She lived a little out of town and was enthusiastic about technology in her own way. She was a little older than you and used to do research for BIMT while Helena was still alive but any time you asked her something about it, she'd shut you down, never quite giving you any straight answers. She was an intelligent woman but paranoid that people were listening in to her conversations so she moved away from everyone, changing her life into something more simpler, more close to nature.
You told her everything and heard the gasps she let out, the murmurs of disbelief.
"So, can you take Chan? I think we might have a chance of helping the dolls if you do. Since Jisung was 'sleeping' and supposed to just be used as a sex doll, then the other dolls might be struggling too. I don't think it's right. Maybe they're not completely human... but their heart is beating. They hurt, they feel. They think. They don't deserve to be mistreated." you talked as you paced around your kitchen, Jisung's head following your body as it moved left and right over and over again.
A deep exhale on the other side of the phone.
"Fine. I'll help them. I will take Chan."
Satisfied with the answer, you thanked your friend and hung up.
"Everything is going according to plan, Sungie." you smirked, grabbing his cheeks and smushing them, making his lips pop as he whined.
"You're adorable." you chuckled and kissed him as he blushed profusely, grabbing at your waist.
"Now I gotta actually work and after that I will look at your code." you said.
"What shall I do until then?" he asked and you chuckled.
"You can watch tv. Or read. I mean I'm sure you can find something interesting to do while I work."
Jisung nodded and you watched him make his way to the living room before you walked into your room and sat at your desk.
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A few hours later, Jisung walked into your room and stared at you sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.
"Yes?" you chuckled, turning to look at him.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Are you?" you asked back and he nodded, his cheeks rosy. "I will order some food for us."
It didn't take long for your lunch to arrive and the two of you decided to take advantage of the nice weather and eat out on the balcony.
"Y/n?" Jisung said after some time, his cheeks puffy as he ate and you chuckled at his cuteness.
"Yes?"
"Can we take a walk?"
"Oh! Of course. We can do whatever we want." you nodded with a smile.
"Really? Mother never let us leave the property around her mansion. It was too dangerous. That's what she always said." he shivered a little.
"Nothing will hurt you here, I promise." you reached for his hand and he melted.
"I trust you."
"Good, then let's get some fresh air."
Jisung was almost like a child, pointing at everything, happy to be out and about, by your side as you held his hand and took him to your favorite ice cream place, down the familiar streets of the city and to your favorite park.
By the time you got home, night was falling and he was exhausted. You didn't have the heart to hook him up to a computer again, letting him rest in your bed as you sat at your desk and researched the code you copy-pasted from him.
You were getting closer to understanding it. Maybe even close enough to make some tweaks of your own, write a few more lines that would help you understand more so you could help the dolls free themselves.
"Challenge accepted."
A few weeks later, you were able to read the code, it was not that hard for you to get there since you've been doing this for years. You made progress with Jisung, he was willing to cooperate, helping saving his brothers was the only thing on his mind. He was smart too, knowing some things you didn't and that helped you understand some of the programming too.
Somehow he knew that the usb opening reveals itself with a press of his fingerprint over the spot. That's how you managed to plug him into your computer every few days, you didn't want him to feel like that was your only goal, to pick away at his mind. You wanted him to be happy, to you he was human and you had to admit you were starting to fall in love with him more and more each day.
"Jisung, look!" you called out to him one day as you scrolled on your phone while he read some manga, both of you having a chill afternoon.
"What?" he scooted closer to you, looking down at your phone.
"All the dolls have been sold out! I mean... your brothers." you grimaced and he sighed.
"That... was fast. But we know where Chan is?"
"We do. You want to go see him?" you asked and Jisung nodded.
"I will try to convince my friend to let us visit her. She is so paranoid that she never gives her address to anyone. I bet she had Chan picked up somewhere else so she doesn't give away her info. She barely gave me her phone number!" you threw your hands up in frustration.
"Please, try it! I really want to see him!" Jisung clung to you with a hopeful expression.
"Of course." you smiled, softening when you looked into his eyes.
You leaned in and kissed him gently as you wrapped your arms around him and his wrapped around you, pulling you closer into his heated body. You deepened the kiss, your tongue playing with his, a fire burning up inside your body.
As the kiss kept getting more heated, you sat up and pressed your hands on Jisung's chest but he grabbed your wrists gently and leaned back, looking at you lust filled eyes.
"Let me." he whispered and took the lead, pushing you against the couch and leaning in to kiss your neck. You let out a moan, your head falling back as you gripped at him. His hands roamed on your body slowly, mapping you out and squeezing a few times as he kissed and nipped at your skin.
"You're so beautiful." his lips trembled against your skin as he lowered them to your cleavage.
"Jisung." you moaned, hands tangling in his hair as he squeezed your hips. He whimpered at the sound of his name sounding so sinful when it spilled from your lips. He slid the straps of your top down, staring at your breast popping out with almost a fascinated look.
You arched into him and his hands gripped your thighs, lips attaching to your skin again, kissing the swell of your breast to your nipple before swiping his tongue over it, making you tremble and tug at his hair. Jisung kept repeating his actions, alternating between licking and sucking on both your nipples, his eyes closed as he enjoyed. You ran your hands over his shoulders and back, pressing your fingertips into his defined muscles.
His fingers inched closer to your core, brushing against the warmness over your shorts. Your breath got caught in your throat and he looked up at you before sliding down on his knees between your legs.
"Let me taste you, baby." he smirked a little, pulling you closer as he hooked his arms around your thighs and leaned in to press a kiss to your core.
"Fuck, Jisung!" you moaned, hips lifting up towards him as you hooked your fingers in your shorts. You started sliding them down with your underwear and Jisung helped, pulling them off of you completely before gripping your inner thighs and spreading your legs more.
He groaned and stuck his tongue out, licking a fat stripe over your folds to your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
"Ah!" you jolted, gripping his hair harshly and tugging on it, making him moan into you and suck at you harder. His tongue prodded at your entrance and you whimpered, pushing his head into you and Jisung spread your pussy with his tongue, tasting you, lapping at you. Your legs were trembling and closing around his head as you neared your climax, your fingers tugging at his hair. Jisung moaned into you, fucking you with his tongue faster, eating you out like he's been craving to taste your essence his entire life. Your thighs almost crushed his head when you came, his name leaving your lips in a loud moan as your body shook.
Jisung whined loudly too, licking at you until you pushed him away, feeling overstimulated.
"Fucking hell." you exhaled and looked down at him to see him completely disheveled, his hair messy, eyes hazy and lips glistening with your release.
"Please, it hurts." he whimpered.
"What hurts, baby?" you gasped a little, leaning over him to take a better look at him. He moaned desperately, palming the prominent bulge in his sweats, it was straining against the fabric, wanting to be freed and buried inside you.
"Come here, Sungie." you helped him up and then hooked your fingers in his pants, sliding them down with his underwear. His cock slapped against his stomach heavily, dripping only for you.
You reached towards him and he gripped your wrist gently.
"Don't." he shook his head. "If you touch me, I'll cum." he said, his cheeks becoming red in embarrassment as he shut his eyes tightly and attempted to calm down just a little. You waited, looking at him endearingly, it was adorable just how desperate he was for you.
He opened his eyes suddenly and pushed you down, making you gasp in surprise and delight as he spread your legs wide, his hands running up and down your thighs for a few moments. You whined and got rid of your top and Jisung got rid of his shirt, not wanting anything to be in between you. He hovered over you, grabbing his cock and running the tip on your wet folds.
You arched your body into his, your hands coming up to touch his shoulders and arms. Jisung's eyes fluttered as he slowly pushed in, filling you up to the brim. He pressed his body against yours as you embraced him, wrapping your legs around him. After savoring the moment, Jisung's hands gripped at your hips as he started moving inside you.
"Mm... Y/n, you feel so good. So perfect for me." he whimpered and you gripped at his upper back.
"You're perfect for me too, Sungie. Harder, please!" you whined, lifting up into him, trying to match his rhythm. Jisung brought his hips into yours harder as both of you gripped at each other, pressing closer and closer together like you wanted to melt into one person.
"I love you." Jisung moaned out into your ear as he clutched at your hips, enough to leave bruises. You gasped as he rutted into you desperately, the words that left his lips made you clench.
"I love you, Jisung!" you whimpered and he unravelled, exploding inside you and riding his high as he fucked his cum deeper into you, making you clench as you finished around him, your entire body burning up. There were tears in his eyes and you grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily, still trying to catch your breath and come back to your body. He pulled out of you and laid on top of you as you held each other, just enjoying the moment.
"You really love me?" Jisung looked up at you after some time. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute face.
"I love you so much." you hugged him tightly, it was more than just words, it was a promise.
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"Hey there, friend! How's everything going with your dolly? Did you wake him up yet?" you asked, after calling your friend who ordered Chan dolly.
"Not yet. I'm scared to." your friend answered.
"Just do as I did. He'll wake up just like Jisung did. And speaking of Jisung, he really wants to see Chan."
"I- I don't know about that. What if you get followed here?" you recognized the panic in her voice. "I don't want them to find me."
"Who is 'them'?" you asked for the hundreth time, knowing she'd never answer.
"I can't say. They may be listening, may know Channie is here. I can't risk it anymore, I can't!"
"Please, just calm down! We need to help the dolls, and no one can do it but us, do you understand that? I know that you're scared but trust me, okay?" you pleaded with her.
A long exhale from the other side and rustling sounds as she moved around.
"Alright. But if something happens-"
"Nothing will happen. Well, nothing bad. I promise."
You sighed after hanging up, hoping she would just wake Chan up already so she could get information out of him too.
"So, any luck?" Jisung came into your room, a bowl of ice cream in his hands.
"Nope." you shook your head and he whined, digging into the ice cream with his spoon.
"What are we going to do now?" he asked and you rubbed his arm soothingly.
"Let it unfold. I believe she will come to her senses and do what I asked of her."
"You have lots of belief in people." Jisung noted.
"Not all people. Just ones I feel I can trust. Anyways, why are you not dressed?" you crossed your arms and looked at Jisung expectantly, with a teasing glint in your eyes.
"Dressed?"
"For the surprise I have for you." you pouted and he gasped, standing up immediately.
"That's today?! Fuck, I'll be ready in 10!"
You chuckled at him as you watched him running around clumsily and getting ready. You left him to it as you went to the bathroom to finish your makeup. Jisung walked in later, just as you were adding some last touches. His arms wrapped around you, his chin on your shoulder as his eyes found yours in the reflection of the mirror.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked and you smirked a little.
"I'm not saying." you teased and Jisung pouted.
"Okay but I won't stop bothering you about it." he poked your side and you wiggled out of his arms with a chuckle.
"Listen, we are going somewhere you've always wanted to go."
Jisung knew just what you were referring to and he decided to stop asking questions and instead he gave you a soft kiss of appreciation, excitement building up inside his body as you led him out of the apartment and to your car.
The observatory was a little out of town and the drive there was cozy, you were playing a chill summery playlist as Jisung pulled the window down and closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze, the fresh air and smells of nature around you. The night was so calm and quiet, instead of it being eerie, you felt excitement building up inside you as you neared the observatory. When you parked, you already noticed that without all the light pollution from the city, the stars were more luminous and visible.
"Wow! It's so pretty already." Jisung exclaimed when you got out of the car and you chuckled at his enthusiasm.
"It is." you looked around in wonder before walking up the path to the observatory, Jisung's hand finding yours as you entwined your fingers together. There were a few other people there and the little tour started with a short presentation and walk around the exhibition of planets and the history surrounding their discovery, along with stories and facts about other space phenomena. Jisung was gasping every now and then, practically vibrating with excitement next to you that he almost forgot how to walk a few times, tripping over his legs and blushing when you squeezed his hand and giggled at him.
You were excited too, waiting for the main course of the evening, looking through a real telescope and seeing all the planets up close, well as close as you could. Soon, you were lead to the telescopes and seeing the planets was nothing like you thought it would be. For some reason, the shapes and colors on the planets felt familiar after seeing so many high quality pictures that were taken of them. But, at the same time seeing the celestial bodies with a professional telescope made you realize that they are actually up there, that they have mass and actually exist, not just as pictures. It was a feeling you couldn't describe and Jisung was equally as if not even more mesmerized by the experience.
As the tour ended and you got back to your car Jisung couldn't stop babbling about everything you saw. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread on your face as you watched him so happy and animated.
It made your chest warm.
"Do you think someone else lives up there, with a telescope of their own watching Earth?" Jisung asked when the two of you laid in bed that night, embracing each other.
"Maybe they do. We'll never know, I guess." you said, running your fingers through his hair.
"Maybe they come visit us one day." Jisung smiled and looked up at you, his cheek pressed against your chest.
"I hope it'll be a peaceful visit." you said and Jisung agreed, his eyes fluttering shut as you soothed him with your touch.
Two weeks later, Jisung was still doodling planets the two of you looked at as you made breakfast when your phone started ringing. You grabbed it and saw it was an unknown number, contemplating if you should answer.
"Who is it?" Jisung looked up at you and you shrugged.
"I have no idea."
"Maybe it's your friend. Or Chan!" he perked up.
"Oh, you're right." you nodded and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Miss Y/n L/n?" a monotone voice sounded from the other line.
"Yes?"
"We understand you have bought Jisung, the nerdy doll. We regret to inform you that all the dolls have to be returned due to a malfunction. You will get a refund of your money, of course. Tomorrow we are coming to collect the doll." the voice spoke and you smirked at Jisung.
"Sure." you said calmly. "See you tomorrow."
The man bid goodbye and you put your phone down as Jisung looked at you expectantly.
"It's happening." you said and Jisung put his pencil down and nodded, understanding immediately.
"Time for me to write some code." you smirked and he exhaled and nodded again as he took your hand.
You had worked tirelessly on it for months, perfecting the code as you predicted that something like this would happen, you knew you had to have some type of guarantee that you can save Jisung and his brothers. After hooking him up into your computer, your fingers started gliding against the keyboard like they were dancing and Jisung watched you with tenderness in his eyes, affection and sadness washing over him. He knew you were doing this for him and his brothers and he knew he'd have to leave you, at least for a little while and he couldn't bear the thought of being away from you.
But still, he was thankful.
You typed out the code and started talking. "With this I'll be able to track you and see what's happening. And they won't be able to pull the plug and make you sleep. You'll have to act as if they did it, I don't know if it will sell when they see your code and see that it has been tampered with. But I am counting that it will buy us enough time to infiltrate the building. Enough to cause a commotion. You just have to act like you're cooperating with them and not raise any suspicions. Understood?" you looked at him seriously.
"I understand." Jisung nodded firmly.
"Good. Just trust me, okay?"
And he did, Jisung trusted you with his life.
That night, both of you cried while making love, knowing it might be your last, at least for a little while but you didn't wanna be apart even for a second. Jisung sang you to sleep like he always did and you knew just how much you were going to miss his comforting voice.
Come morning, the doorbell rang some time after breakfast and you squeezed Jisung's hand as you saw he was getting anxious.
"It's going to be okay. Just act how we practiced." you assured him, grabbing his face and kissing him lovingly. Jisung gripped at your arms, desperately holding onto you and wishing you had at least one more day together.
"Soon, you'll be free, you and your brothers and we will go to the observatory again. And wherever else we want, I promise." you talked, your forehead pressed against his.
"I love you, Y/n." he whispered.
"I love you too." you pecked his lips once more before both of you made your way to the door.
There were four men in suits looking at you with serious expressions on their faces.
"Give us the doll." one of them said and Jisung nervously stepped closer to them.
"I'm here." he said and the men just looked at him quietly for a moment before nodding.
"Get in the car." another one said and Jisung looked back at you. You exhaled and winked at him, encouraging him to do as they said.
You watched his back as he left, his shoulders tense as he tried to keep himself together. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes but you had to compose yourself for this plan to work.
"Thank you for your cooperation, miss." the man said before all of them turned and left.
You quickly ran to your room and grabbed your phone, calling your friend.
"Did they come get him?" she asked and you could hear a commotion behind her.
"Yes. I did as we planned. Is Chan ready?" you asked and she let out a chuckle.
"Oh, he is ready. You should get here as soon as possible." she said.
"Fuck yes!" you laughed, everything was going just how you needed it to for your plan to work.
"Uhm, but... Y/n?" your friend hesitated and you paused your excited pacing.
"Yes?"
"We have company." she said and you gasped.
"What company?"
"Someone who can help us a lot."
You smirked and nodded to yourself, it was time to bring BIMT down.
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Before the War: My Life as a Programmer

Before the war, my life was filled with lines of code, problem-solving, and creative thinking. I was a programmer—building web and mobile apps, writing backend systems in C# and ASP.NET. My days were spent developing projects, learning new technologies, and growing in my career. It wasn’t always easy, but I loved what I did. My work gave me purpose, and my future felt full of possibility.
Now: Life in War

Now, my reality has drastically changed. I live under constant threat, in a war zone, with my family. The sound of explosions has replaced the hum of my computer. Each day is a struggle for survival, filled with fear, grief, and uncertainty.
I have lost loved ones—my cousins, my aunt, and her children. And I have lost my job, my sense of security, and the dreams I once had as a programmer. The war took away my work, but more than that, it has taken away the life I knew.
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Week 1-A - Day 1 - What are variables?

Note: We need the paddle width and height to determine paddle and ball collision, by doing some math you can determine if the ball position is crossing the paddle border or if it's near to touching, if so, with the paddle and ball position you can determine the angle of the bounce
Tell me how it looks! Today might just be text, tomorrow we'll see some actual variable declaring!
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PROLOGUE || signed, sealed, delivered (i'm yours) - 18+



sukuna x f!reader - series
summary: one night (and one wine bottle in), you decide to sign up for an anonymous pen pal programme at uni. sukuna was given two options - a therapist or a pen pal. you can guess which one he chose. only problem? you hated each other's guts in real life.
content: uni au, anonymous pen pals, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, bad boy sukuna x fed up reader, forensic sciences student! sukuna, mutual pining masked as academic warfare, sukuna lashes out at everyone except her because yes... he's still a little shit though, reader has a cute obsession with sea animals - specifically sharks, eventual smut 🌚
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series masterlist ⌯⌲ prologue ⌯⌲ chapter one (tba)
Dr Yumi Takahashi’s office smelt like oranges and vanilla - sweet and serene. Ryomen Sukuna hated it with every fibre of his being.
He sat slouched in the annoyingly comfortable seat across her desk, arms folded tight across his broad chest. His gaze scanned the room in quiet disdain before honing in on her baby blue blazer. Then lower - to the enamel pin on her lapel that read: ‘catch vibes, not viruses’. God help him. He fought the urge to scoff, lips curling, tongue flicking over his lip ring - a nervous habit disguised as irritation. The fabric of his black compression shirt stretched over solid muscle and tattooed skin as he shifted, itching to bolt out the door at any given moment.
“So, Ryomen,” Dr Takahashi began, voice eerily soft, placing her mug of lavender tea down to put on her signature pair of lime-green rimmed glasses. “Let’s talk about what happened in Professor Kimura’s class.”
“I didn’t do shit,” he snapped.
“Language.” She chimed, eyes peeking up at him over the frame of her glasses disapprovingly whilst pointing to the poster behind her that read ‘No vulgar vocabulary!!’, complete with a smiley face in the corner. She opened a purple polka dotted file, RYOMEN SUKUNA, printed out in bold across the front.
“Let’s get back to the issue at hand. You slammed a textbook so hard you cracked the desk Ryomen.” She paused, hands folded as she leaned forward. “You wanna tell me why?”
He scoffed, irritation growing once more. “He said I was wrong just because I didn’t cite his paper. Sue me for not wanting to kiss his academic ass. Besides, it’s not my fault he wrote a whole load of bullshit. I cited three other papers - all peer-reviewed by the way - was that not good enough for him?”
Dr Takahashi blinked slowly. Calmly. Deadly. “You have anger issues, love.”
“Tch, no shit.” He mutters, rolling his eyes.
She remained silent, ignoring his quiet jab. She simply opened her drawer to pull out a floral folder, sliding it across the desk with the air of someone offering a dessert menu. “Two options.” She hummed, pushing her glasses up her nose, holding up her index finger. “Option one: therapy. Weekly anger management sessions. No exceptions.”
Sukuna paled, mouth parting slightly in horror. Sit in a room with some shrink and talk about his feelings for the better part of the day? Fuck no.
“…What’s the other option?” He muttered, tongue flicking out to tap at his lip ring again.
She smiled. Sweet. Slightly sadistic. There wasn’t much that could scare Sukuna. But Dr Takahashi’s smile? Yeah, that shit made the list.
She slid across a bright yellow pamphlet, a cartoon envelope taking up most of the page. “Option two: you join the university’s anonymous pen pal programme.” Her smile widened. “Organised by yours truly”
He balked. His eyes flicked up at her. Then at the leaflet. Then, back at her, squinting like she’d just asked him to scale Everest with a fucking toothpick. Hell, at this rate, he’d rather do that.
“You want me to write? Letters? To some fuckass stranger? Like it's 1725?”
“Writing is a powerful emotional outlet, Ryomen.” She explained, with the patience of a monk. “And it’s anonymous, no names, no faces. Just pure communication. I think it could do you some good.”
“I refuse.”
Her smile sharpened - no more softness, just pure sadism.
Sukuna shivered.
“Shall I book your first therapy session then?” she hummed, voice sickly sweet.
His eyes flitted back to the therapy form. He imagined someone staring at him, asking him: ‘And how did that make you feel?’ with faux sympathy. It made him want to punch a wall. Or maybe someone.
He sucked in a sharp breath, seething silently, crimson eyes fixed on the stupid pamphlet.
“....Fine,” he muttered. “Give me the damn pen.”
A FEW HOURS LATER - 2AM, THE GIRLS' DORMS
You sat cross-legged against the headboard of your bed, laptop perched on your thighs as you took another swig of your wine bottle. Yes, bottle - because somewhere around your fourth sip, you decided glasses were beneath you.
10 Things I Hate About You was playing for what was probably the millionth time in the background, when your laptop pinged. A new email? Who in their right mind was sending campus-wide emails at two in the fucking morning?
I regret to inform you that curiosity (and alcohol) won this time - you open it.
“Not therapy. Not journaling. But a little bit of both.” ‘Dr. Y. Takahashi’s new wellbeing initiative—connect through anonymous letters!’
Well fuck… that was poetic, (according to your wine-hazy brain.)
Naturally, you did what anyone halfway through a bottle of Chardonnay and going through a quarter life crisis would do right now. You signed up.
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Hmm, maybe I'll work on the reg page now... we'll get a basic layout down and then I'll work on the logic, then I'll actually code the whole reg system
#I have to sit down and actually write out how this is supposed to work#I need a pen and paper#Breaking News! Local programmer can't get by without writing shit on paper!!#(I will blame this on high school too)#(remember when they made us write programs with pen and paper without access to a debugger for like a year straight?)#(first two years in an IT school we barely turned the computers on lol)#(I'd say 'good times' but those times were not very good at all)#(they kinda sucked on all fronts)
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