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What Does PCI Stand For?

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Wrap it up!!

Thank you Jewel Ham

[pursuitseternal]

“Come Again…”

Cambion Raphael x f!Reader | E | 1K

Summary: Knotted and stuffed, you need something as your Devil sleeps… you need to come again.

CW: Knotting, somnophilia, cockwarming, fem masturbation, keep quiet, soft Raphael, aftercare

For @marimosalad

Ao3 link | Raphael Masterlist

Infernally hot and sweaty. But you’re always sweaty here in the hells. Not even your tiefling biochemistry accounts for hot blazing the devil’s body is, his seed is, even after he’s taken his pleasure and fucked nearly every hole.

In his mighty cherry-fleshed form, he’s so long and so heavy. Even just the weight of his arm around your side as he spoons you close makes breathing a chore.

Never mind the way his infernally hot cock is locked inside your own grooved channel, ridges scored too deep into your flesh as you warm him.

“Such a… soft little mouse,” he puffs in your ear, voice already thick and husky close to sleep. He shifts a bit, sliding his leg between yours, making those ridges of his cock tug in your walls… not unpleasurable, but enough to remind you that you have nowhere to go…

Not that you would wish to…

You rest the weight of your horned head into the silk cushion of his pillow, the scent fills your every breath… cherries and musk and sex… It’s arousing and comforting all at once, especially as your heart still thumps against your ribs, your tail still entwined loosely with his own.

It’s these moments that the great Archdevil who claimed in you in his bed eases. And despite the weight of a crown on his head, he now rests that head beside yours, breathing in your hair and lips whispering at the back of your neck.

Soft things.

Sweet things.

Thoughts his perfectly measured speech and carefully crafted syntax would never allow during his waking.

“Sweet mouse… all mine, my good little girl… my perfect fuck…”

You have to close your eyes to concentrate on his deep voice, barely distinguishing it from the almost snoring rasp in his chest.

Each hummed epitaph in praise of you only makes you that much hotter… more aroused… you can feel your slick wetting again, even with him still knotted inside you, those ridged locked deep into the grooves of your cunt. A perfect fit. The key to your lock, imprisoned as you are and impaled on his length. Even as he fades into sleep.

He rumbles again, dancing in and out of quasi-consciousness

“Mine… mine… my….”

You can’t help it, the way your back arches to feel his searing breath in your pointed ear, his heavy arm pinning you with heat to the silk that’s damp beneath you.

Silk that will only dampen more as your hips roll ever… so… slightly. You pause as his breathing hitches. You’ve only ever known him to be a heavy sleeper, once he reached that point after fucking you raw and often senseless.

Do you... dare seek more pleasure as he lays inside you, ridge buried in your cunt wall, stuffing you full of his seed? Do you dare to come again?

You let out a little moan, slightly stifled… but enough to make you pause as he shifts.

More discretion, perhaps, you decide, freeing your arm from under his to snake your fingers between your legs. A shudder races up your spine the second you find your clit… the second you finger tip brushes his still-hard length inside you where it disappears in your cunt. Hells… the thought, the feeling alone is enough to make your breathing accelerate and your belly coil with need again.

Just one more little orgrasm. He had teased you so much before… bringing you to the brink and pulling away again and again.

And again.

One orgasm had cooled you, but not quenched. So you circle your clit, sneaky and holding your breath. You try to keep it quiet under the blanket, turning your head into the pillow.

But the scent of him in his sheets and the feeling of your walls clenching and fluttering harder already in anticipation… a moan slips from your lips into the scarlet silk you’ve buried your face in.

That scent, his scent… his breath in your ear, his knotted cock locked in your spasming channel…

“Fuck…” you whisper into the bedding again before you come up for air. For a moment, you panic, your tail tensing as you realize it’s been rubbing in the sheet with your pleasure.

He shifts. Raphael lets out a small rumble, pulling you closer, and you fear too much to turn your head to look and meet a pair of black and yellow eyes…

So you, impaled coward that you are, you wait and listen to his breathing.

And yet, even as you listen to his breathing grow slow and steady again, your fingers circle and press and stroke and tease yourself.

Hot… hotter… you bite your lip as your wave of needy blissful heat builds in your belly. Your hips start to roll now, your fingers thrusting their friction over your clit, pulling at its hood, and teasing towards your entrance that’s stuffed with him.

You can almost hear his heart beating faster, the slightest roll and drag of his cock inside you, but you’re so close, orgasm so near you can taste it on your tongue and feel your walls clenching and releasing in anticipation.

“Yes… yes…” you barely whisper…. Just a few more thrusts of your fingers, and you spill around his cock inside you.

A strangled moan, a bucking body, you are nothing more than the plaything he’s used finally… finally taking the pleasure you need.

And then, his tail wraps its blunted end around your slowing wrist. A sinister chuckle in your ear, you hear him whisper, his body inching to enclose more around you.

“Again, mouse…” he commands you, biting his pointed teeth into the supple flesh of your ear. “Come again around me…”

[autistic-harley-quinn]

the line "argumentative antithetical dream girl" is referring to herself not her partner

See this is where the "denying basic syntax" comes into play

See the line goes like this:

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative antithetical dream girl

Now let me use the exact same syntax to say something else, I'm going to make a random couplet using the exact same structure.

Bet I could still beat your score

Uncoordinated unskilled gamer bore

Am I calling myself a gamer bore? No, no one in their right mind would think this. If a man was singing those lines no one would question that the dream girl is the addressee not the speaker. The only reason you think the dream girl is herself is because that is the only way you can justify the addressee not being a girl.

And that's a lot of mental gymnastics to do to convince yourself that a woman who as early as the red era said shed date men and women is straight. A woman who wrote a whole song about how she and her friends are the "new romantics" ( a QUEER art movement) a woman who mimics masturbating while singing about how pretty a guys ex is. A woman who said if she was a man dating the same ppl she's already dating then she'd get to brag about dating bitches and models (implying she's already dating bitches and models but can't brag about them bc she's a woman)

[weaverpop]

Lego Monkie Kid crew play never have I ever!

——————

Mk: Ok, do you get it?

Nezha: say something we’ve never done, and if you’ve done it you take a drink of the cider.

Mei: Why can’t we use alcohol?!

Pigsy; Because it’s a work night!

Mk: ANYWAY- What else?

Jing: if you haven’t done the never have I ever, you get a point. The person with the most points win.

Mk: And?

Former antagonists: (grumbling) Be kind.

Mk: Great!

Wukong: Question, where’s azure and the others?

Mei: They’re out, said they wanted to catch up with some old friends.

Mk: Okie dokie! Mr tang, doing the wheel!

Tang: (spins wheel. Slows. Stops.) And…. Pigsy!

Pigsy: Gees, already? Hmm….. ok, never have I ever created an instagram account.

Mei: Boo! (Drinks)

Mk: Lame! (Drinks)

Sandy, tang, redson, pif, dbk, Nezha, and spider gang: (drinks)

Erlang and Jing: ???

Mk: OK! So we’re going counter clockwise. I’m next! Never have I ever laughed so had a drink come out my nose!

Mei: THATS TARGETING!

Mk: DRINK UP

Noodle/spider gang + bull fam + Erlang and Nezha: (drinks)

Jing: … (slowly drinks)

Nezha: Father?!

Jing: It was one time, I was 5!

Mei: MY TURN! Never have I ever walked into the wrong bathroom!

Mk: IT WASNT MY FAULT I WAS STILL TRANSITIONING!!—

Nezha, macaque, and redson: (drinks)

Macaque: My ears have still not recovered from the screams.

Nezha, embarrassed: I didn’t know what the signs meant.

Redson: Why don’t mortals have gender neutral bathrooms?! Anyway my turn. Never have I ever eaten something so spicy that I cried.

Mk; THATS NOT FAIR YOUR LITERALLY FIRE PROOF!

Noodle/spider gang + bull fam: (drinks)

Syntax: Fools! I’ve built up a tolerance for such things for years!

Nezha: Father is a spice maniac. I had to build a tolerance or I’d die a second time.

Jing: It’s not my fault! I can barely taste it!

Erlang: Probably because you BURNT OFF YOUR TASTE BUDS!

Tang: My turn! Never have I ever had someone walk in while I was using said bathroom PIGSY!

Pigsy; WE AGREED NEVER TO SPEAK OF IT—

Jing: (awkwardly takes a drink)

Nezha: oh yeah! Didn’t Muzha do that?

Jing: He still refuses to use that bathroom in our home.

Erlang: Never have I ever had something stuck in my teeth all day.

Nezha: NOBODY TOLD ME!!

(Several drinks later)

Pif: Never have I ever cried so hard I started laughing

Wukong: Oh yeah?! Well - never have I ever snuck around on dates with my enemy while at war!!

Jing: It was a fLiNG— Ok you know what?! Never have I ever ripped my pants in public!

Macaque: You did NOT just go there! Done, if we’re targeting people now- Never have I ever mistaken a mannequin for a real person!

Sandy: It’s not my fault! I bumped into it and thought it was someone so I apologized!

Huntsman: uh…Never have I ever kept a library book for more than a year?

Erlang: god damnit! Well, never have I ever skinny dipped, DBK!!

Dbk: I will end you! Never have I ever tried to pull a push door!

Wukong: you take that back!

Pigsy: ALRIGHT! That’s enough!

Everyone:…

Pigsy: Good. Tang, what’s the score?

Tang: hmm. Mk has 30, Mei has 30, redson, Pif, DBK , Huntsman, Goliath, and spider queen all have 27, Erlang has 29, I have 18, Pigsy has 15, Sandy has 10, Jing has 14, and Nezha has… 41!

Mk: welp Nezha, congrats on doing basicly nothing!

Nezha, flatly: I feel so honored.

[fanged-fanfics]

🕷💜 Spider Queen x Female Reader — Spoiling HCs 💜🕷

Genres: Fluff, Romantic || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- Once dating Spider Queen, she immediately considered you a second Queen. The two of you were set to rule together, her plans in place to secure a Queendom the both of you could call yours

- One of her favorite pastimes when not planning for your future takeover was pampering you. Though you were limited to the sewers, that didn't stop the Queen from sending her spider soldiers topside to collect things for you

- Animal pelts from Huntsman, all the devices you could want from Syntax, and complete protection from Goliath. Spider Queen knows how a Queen should be treated, and she won't have you be left out of it

- She let's you sit basically anywhere while she works, but her absolute favorite is anywhere on her mech body. She likes the feeling of the both of you so close, working on your future together

- She easily gets defensive on your behalf, making sure none of her henchman get snippy towards you or try to slight you out of the absolute best that you deserve

- Every stash she scores she splits with you. Food, clothing, jewels, everything gets shared between you two before anyone else. Spider Queen wants to be sure you're feeling every bit of the royal treatment

- Of course, she expects to he spoiled in return too. All of this work she's doing, she figures you could spare her some of your time instead of working or spend your free time with her instead once in a while. Queens have to both be kept happy for a Queendom to thrive

- She loves anything you offer her, but she can be a little picky and does have a degree of standards. She's much kinder to you if you get something wrong, but she'll be absolutely overjoyed if you remember her preferences for gifts

- Loves having 'pamper days' with you every second she gets. Anything that's an excuse for you to spoil one another with the best of your collected stolen goods. Her time is best spent making sure her Queen is ready for her rule, after all. Besides, the boys will handle everything else anyways

- Very clingy and protective of you, always uses her charm to make you feel loved and special and loves if you ever laugh with her at those she ensnares. Gloating with you is its own special reward

[smok3r7]

They Always Come Back

Aaron Hotchner x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

Letting Him Go

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: You and Aaron met in college, Criminology Major, funny enough. Throughout your five years at George Washington College, you and Hotchner had this on and off again relationship; it was all fun until you started to realize that you loved him. After graduation the two of you cut ties and left it as dumb college love, going your separate ways. After a decade you finally land your dream job, a seat at the BAU; however when you notice the name copied on the email, you can’t believe your eyes.

Chapter Summary: It’s your Senior year, you’re finally done after this and you couldn’t be more excited. This year is a little different than the others but some of the problems are the same, is there any coming back from it or is this the end of the road for Aaron and you?

Word count: 8k

Warning: angst, fluff, verbal fighting

—

“Ethnocentrism,” Aaron states as he glances up from the small white flash card that rests in his stomach, covering the definition so you don’t cheat. Like he caught you doing earlier, on one of the easier words, obviously knowing the answer and wanting to play with him a little bit.

You and Hotch have been studying for Winter midterms for the past two hours in your dorm. Kelly’s out with Bella and it’s nice to have the place to yourself. He wanted you to quiz him first since he was focusing more on the Law side of his classes, which you were fine with - it gave you a chance to re-learn and review some things of your own.

Mainly because tests have never been your strong suit. You always second guess yourself and end up scoring lower, but still passing, than your overall grade.

It takes a second for your brain to process the word he just told you, but with the cogs turning, it finally clicks.

“The belief that a person's culture or group is superior to any others.” You gently swivel side to side in your rolling chair at the end of bed, away from Aaron. Your heads tilted up to the ceiling, and your hands rest while intertwined on your belly, you’ve found it’s the best way to focus, so you don’t get distracted by anything.

“Good shit baby,” he chimes, “Now let’s try this one- Syntax.”

Uuuhhhh, you groan. For some reason, your brain is blanking. You thought this would be easier because you’ve taken the time to memorize them and their definitions. Even though you party a significant amount, you also are on top of your school work, and you’ll be damned if you let this opportunity slip away from you.

“Gimme a hint please,” you sigh after a few more seconds of thinking, and start rubbing your eyes with your palms, trying to relieve the pressure that’s beginning to build. The irritation of not knowing the definition right away is messing with you, and you’re not sure if it’s just because you’re on the spot or you’re too stressed about failing.

“There are four types, or groups, of this.” His voice is smooth, flowing like a calm river.

You have to stop yourself from getting distracted by him, even though you’re not looking at him, the vibration that he has in his voice still takes your mind away from the task at hand. So you spin your chair around so your body is now facing the door.

“What are-“

“Sshhh!”

“Yes ma’am.” His smirk is plastered all over his face, you just know it.

Four groups, four groups, four groups, four-

“Specific words that come together and form sentences and, or phrases!” You spin around, quickly lowering your head to look at his reaction, and by the nod of his head with a smile - you can’t help but feel amazing.

“That’s it,” he remarks, “and that was the last one.”

“Damn, look at me!” You clap once, sincerely proud of yourself for getting there, “wait, really?” He laughs, yes dear, and takes the stack of white cards off of his belly and moves them to your bedside table. “That went by so fast,” you spring up from your chair and move to your mattress, crawling on top Aaron who’s laid back on your pile of pillows.

“Well, hello there,” he purrs, his arms open so you can place yourself where you want, moving up enough so that your chin rests in the middle of his chest, and the rest of your body lays on his torso and in between his open legs. Your arms come up to rest under your chin, so neither of you are uncomfortable, and his large arms wrap around your waist like a cocoon, squeezing tightly for a second before releasing a bit.

You can’t help but stare up at his face and your heart swells at the thought of him not being yours - he’s your one and only, and you’re his one and only. The face that’s normally serious and edged, is now soft and gentle, the lines are still there but softer than ever - he seems relaxed. You must be staring considerably longer than normal because you watch as his eyebrows start to furrow and curve, just a fraction than usual.

“What?” He questions, the corner of his lips curve just a bit and his cheeks start to have this pink hue to them.

“Didn’t say nothin’,” you murmur back, your right hand comes out from under your chin and you start to draw circles with your pointer finger on his chest. “Just like lookin’ at my boyfriend, is that a problem?”

“Not at all baby,” he calmly replies, next thing you feel is his right hand leave your waist and finds a new spot under your chin and makes you look at him. “As long as I get to look at you too.”

“I don’t mind.” You smirk and he follows your facial expression while simultaneously pulling your face towards his and kisses you. Which starts out slow and gentle, but then turns into a needy one; teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, and hands scratching every inch of one another’s bodies.

His hands have found their way under your, his, shirt and firmly grip your skin, leaving bruises for you tomorrow.

However, you hear the door swing open behind you and Kelly and Bella talking to each other, loudly. “Jason is just all about-“

“Don’t y’all knock?” Both you and Aaron groan, letting both your heads fall in opposite directions - yours on his chest and his back onto the pillows under and behind him. Bella and Kelly must be hammered because they both start screaming with laughter and trying to say words in between each laugh.

“You two,” she squeals,”are just-” a snort interrupts her before she finishes, “perfect!” Kelly’s fallen to the floor, on her knees as she grips the door handle and Bella is leaning against the counter on the left side of the room, losing it.

Even though they just messed up whatever stress relieving, dick-sucking, pussy pounding fucking you two would’ve had - you can’t help but laugh at them. Not with, at. “Have a fun time guys?” You ask as you just shake your head at them, then turn around to Aaron, who is laying there with his hands behind his head and giggling at your two best friends.

—

You’re walking back to your truck from the library, two large textbooks in your arms, a pearl colored purse hung on your right shoulder tucked under your arm, the crisp fall air flowing around you and causing warm colored leaves to swirl by. A small chill runs up your jean jacket and black tanktop and causes your shoulders to jolt and tense up, you pick up your pace to get out of the chilly weather.

You really miss the warm summer air that disappeared about a month ago in mid-October. It could start snowing any day now, so you’re trying to savor every moment before it does - you’re really shocked that it hasn’t already started considering it’s the first week in December, but you won’t complain.

The books are for two different lectures; ASL and Communication Studies, two of your four courses left until you graduate in the Spring. You figured the cheapest and smartest way for you to really grind on studying for midterms next week was to get these books, to loan them from the library, and just make sure you remember to return them before Winter break.

“Girl- hold up, you’re too fast,” Kelly yells behind you, her matte white kitten pumps clicking on the pavement as she runs to you.

You met Kelly this past September in your Communication Studies class after being forced to be in a group together for a project, but you both quickly learned that you two are like, one in the same. More than you and Bella, which you thought was virtually impossible, so when the three of you get together - let’s just say, things get rowdy.

Not long after meeting her and introducing her to Bella, you guys became a popular trio on campus, you guys are almost always together. Everyone on campus calls you guys the Three Musketeers because of how much time you guys spend together and the trouble you get into.

The group consists of; you, who everyone seemed to know and love. You were known around campus as “Keg girl” or “Knockout”, the names alone are extremely accurate and self explanatory - you love your cheap beer and love to knock out bitches, what can you say? You aren’t really proud of it, but it’s college, right? And at least you’re passing with flying colors and have been since you enrolled.

Next is Bella, who is no more than five-foot-two with curves, the whole hips and tits vibe, having gorgeous doe eyes, and strong facial features. Her hair is a soft chestnut brown that’s thin and down to the middle of her back, all while having this hilarious, bubbly personality. She’s the kind of friend who’s going to make you do karaoke and make a fool out of yourself - which you honestly adore her for because it brings you out of your shell even more.

Then there’s Kelly who’s older than you by four years but she’s nothing but a ray of sunshine and laughs, she’s always the life of the party but she can turn it off without any hesitation, which is why she fits in so well. She’s taller than Bella but thinner, five-seven on a good day as Kelly says, but she’s all legs and she knows it.

This girl's whole wardrobe is nothing but kitten heels, pencil skirts, fitting slacks, expensive blouses, button ups, and business dresses - she has ‘party’ clothes, but not that many. Her dark black hair has always been cut short in a bob that aligns up to her chin, her natural tanned skin has light freckles scattered all over her body but she has a small cluster on her nose and cheeks.

The three of you are absolutely perfect for each other.

So when you came back and was shown your large dorm room, you were terrified of what kind of roommate you were going to get because Bella was permanently living with Henry. When you found out that Kelly was your roommate, you were ecstatic, you really had lucked out.

Kelly also grew up raised only by her mother and has an incredible relationship with her, much like you and your mom. The only difference is she is learning to become a criminal defense attorney and you give her so much credit for that, because not many people want to have that job - shit you know you don’t, even with the insane pay rates.

But it’s nice that she’s betting for the other team because this gives you the chance to also learn with her, so you can learn how to have the upper hand in situations later on. For example, say you make it to the BAU, like you dream, and there’s an unsub who lawyers up immediately. Your knowledge is going to be valuable because with the help from Kelly, you’ll know what questions to ask or to stay away from and you will some-what have an idea what’s going on in the brain of the attorney.

“I told you, I wanted to get back to Aaron’s before it gets too late,” you shout back to her, realizing she caught up to you so you lower your voice so you don’t shout in her face. “Thought you said you were fast in heels Kel’s?” You laugh as you reach the driver side of your truck, Kelly going to the passenger.

“I am! You’re just a fast walker!” She smiles as she pulls the door open and climbs onto the cool leather seat, slamming her door shut. “Also you still have-'' she looks at the clock on the dash as you twist the key into your ignition, the rumble of your engine loud. “-At least another forty-five minutes before it’s ’too late’.”

While you listen to her higher pitched voice try to convince you she’s right, you turn your upper body so you can set your books in your backseat. You throw your white shoulder purse back there too, it bothers you too much when you drive if you wear it.

Turning back around to face the steering wheel, you realize what she just said. “Wait- did you say forty-five?” You glance at your clock that reads, “6:07PM” and you scoff, throwing your head back on your headrest. You thought it was closer to seven and had to hurry back. Since you and Aaron came from your moms, the two of you have a movie night on Thursdays - mainly because it was a day where you could let loose and not worry about school or work, it helped that it was also yours and his Friday.

“I told you,” Kelly sings as she slaps her small hand on your jean covered thigh, “So don’t worry about it, let’s go get a drink real quick. My treat!”

Your head perks up and turns to face her immediately at her offer, a smug smile slowly appears, “Danny’s?”

“Drive then baby!” She chimes, pulling her seatbelt over her shoulder and clicking it secure.

Before you take off, you too click your seatbelt on, then turn your radio on and once again, Doug and Carrie’s voices fill your truck. But before you get a chance to listen to what they’re talking about, the beat of the next song fades in and you can’t believe it - it’s your and Kelly’s song, My Lovin (You’re Never Gonna Get It) by En Vogue.

“Ouhh bop!” You both sing together, you turn the volume knob louder so the beat thumps from your front and back speakers, “No, you’re never gonna get it!” Kelly bounces her shoulders to the music and swipes the loose strands of her shiny black hair behind her ear to be with the rest of her short, bobbed hair.

You put your truck in drive and you pull out of the semi-busy parking lot and head towards the local College bar, Danny’s.

—

“Are you sure you don’t wanna-” she hiccups, “stay here with me?” Kelly drunkenly laughs as she sits in the booth across from you. You two have been at Danny’s for just over thirty minutes and somehow she’s successfully gotten drunk; that’s what happens when she takes five shots of Patron back-to-back, with no water in sight.

You’ve only had two over the span of the thirty minutes, you’re feeling it more as a body buzz rather than a fucked up kinda buzz - you felt comfortable and safe to drive the two blocks you had to get back to the dorms.

“Uh- yeah Kel’s,” you assure her but quickly turning the question back to her, “Are you sure you don’t wanna come back with me?” You know that she can handle herself but there’s always that level of concern of something happening because it can happen to anyone.

“Yeah- you just go hang out with Hotchy boy and I’ll-“

“Kelly!” A girl squeals on the other side of the bar, as you pick your head up to look and you see Maria weaving through the crowd of college students. Maria and Kelly grew up together, much like you and Bella but Maria doesn’t go to GWC, she got a job as the security guard for one of the museums in D.C and lives with her boyfriend, Greg.

“Maria!” Kelly cheers as she slides out of the booth and pulls Maria into her arms for a giggly hug. “What are you doin’ here baby?” She pulls away and stumbles back a bit until her ass bumps the table and she slides to her left, plopping herself down on the worn out leather seat.

“We’re out for Greg’s birthday, was gonna call you but I got too hung up on the surprise!” She laughs, then turns when she notices on the other side, “Oh my god I’m so rude, how are you girl?”

You grab your purse that’s laying on your thighs and slide out of the booth so you can properly greet and hug her, “I’m doin’ good, thank you! I was actually just on my way out to meet up with Aaron ‘n was tryna convince Kel’s to come back to our dorm.”

“No, I told you I’m fine-“

“Hangout with us! I can bring you back later tonight, no problem!” Maria suggests with a grin that fills her face, her natural coiled curls bounce with her movements. “I mean, I was supposed to invite you anyway!”

You watch as Kelly’s face lights up with excitement, she then spins to face you and you can tell that she wants to stay and have fun - you can’t blame her.

“Okay okay, just- be safe please!” You finally give in to her pleas, “Call me when you get back, Kel’s, I mean it. Don’t pull a ‘New Years’ on me.” You mimic a phone with your pinky and thumb, raising it to your ear making sure she remembers, or maybe Maria will then remember.

“Eeii, thank you baby! I’ll remember,” she hiccups, “to call, I promise!” She giggles and leaps into your arms for a hug, making you stumble a bit from her force. Alright alright, love you girl, you mumble into her shoulder before she lets go of you so you can say goodbye to Maria. “Keep an eye on her, she likes to wander,” you laugh as she nods her head and chuckles, “lt was nice to see you for a second, be safe ‘n tell Greg said happy birthday!”

“Oh trust me girl, I know! I sure will, drive safely and tell Aaron ‘hi’ from us.” She states as she hugs you tightly. You pull away and make your way towards the double glass doors that lead to the busy sidewalk. But before you push them open, you turn around a blow rapid kisses towards Maria and Kelly, they both mimic back.

—

After you dropped things off at your dorm and quickly changed out of your day clothes, into light gray leggings and one of Aaron’s hoodies. You start walking over to Aaron’s for your movie night. Tonight is “A League of Their Own”, you absolutely love this movie, as soon as it came out on VHS you bought it.

Aaron has still not seen it, he’s not opposed to it, you’ve always just watched movies that neither of you have seen - a couple repeats here and there, but not that often.

With the VHS in your purse that hangs over your shoulder, you walk up the last flight of stairs that lead to his dorm room. As you make your way past the door and down the lightly packed hallway, for some reason this eerie feeling clouds your head and you’re not sure why.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, you think to yourself. You’re not drunk by any means, but the tingly feeling lingers in your stomach and head. However, there’s something else that’s bothering you and you can’t put your finger on it.

Whatever that gut feeling is, it subconsciously tells you to wait before you open his door, you want to listen and see if anything is different. Putting your right ear up to the white door and your heart sinks - you’re able to hear his voice talking to someone.

“She’s gonna be here any minute, you gotta go cause she’s gonna kill you. If she sees you and I, here- dead.”

“I’m not scared of her and why are you? And like you said, we’re not doin’ anything, so what’s the problem?”

“Well- I’ve helped you with what I can-“

You can’t eavesdrop anymore, you know it’s her. You can’t miss the trashy tone that she has. This bitch really doesn’t care about her life, huh?

You swing the door open and you’re steaming with rage, not caring what vial words fly out of your mouth.

“Tiffa- Are you fuckin’ series right now?” Your heart rate increases, practically jumping out of your chest, your blood boils, and your vision has tunneled on them as you stand in Aaron’s doorway.

Your brain completely forgets about the movie date you two have. You just busted in on Aaron and Tiffany sitting on his bed, much like how you two did that one night - when he apologized for the incident with Tiffany.

Too focused on their close proximity, you don’t even register that there are different Law books, notebooks, and flashcards that surround their criss-crossed legs. Clearly studying, but that’s the last thing you think about because you know she has an underlying reason to be here.

She wants to get under your skin and she’s just asking for trouble, it’s all she wants. You’re mainly blown away by how comfortable she is here in his dorm, alone with him after the night at Jackson’s party; after knocking her out cold and telling her to stay away.

Did she not get the fuckin’ memo?

Your mind goes straight to the worst, he’s actually done it, he’s cheated on me. Tears threaten to burst from your eyes, your throat tightens, and your stomach sinks past the hardwood floor. You’re trying to keep your composure mainly in front of Tiffany, who is staring at you as she stays next to him with slanted eyes and a smug smile, checkmate bitch, written all over her freckled face.

Not backing down to her, you stare back at her because you don’t want her to know that she got to you and won, because that is not what happened here. Even though it sure seems like it, you refuse to give her that satisfaction. She is the very last person, if ever, to get to know that just because you know that you are a better person than her - as a friend and as a partner.

She would use this opportunity to her advantage whenever she could, but you’re not going to give her the chance.

While your hands balled into fists at your sides, biting your bottom lip sharply, enough for the taste of copper to seep into your mouth, and you can just feel the heat radiating off of your face from the embarrassment and rage. You’re trying your damn best to not lose your shit and charge her, because you’re pretty sure you’d end up putting her in the hospital - if not worse.

You know that you can’t do that to yourself, you’ve done nothing but try your hardest to get to where you are right now, and you’re not going to risk that over some fraternity whore. You also know that you’re more deserving of someone to be real with you and for someone who truly loves you to take care of you and be there for you.

And it finally clicks that Aaron just isn’t giving you that. He did for a while, but since Thanksgiving last week, something changed.

His attention hasn’t been the same, he’s constantly out with the guys, more than usual, and he’s been making excuses to not hang out. Then when you two get a chance to yourselves, he’s very reserved, quieter than usual, and not as touchy like he normally is. The sex was still great, but the connection just didn’t seem to be there.

At first you weren’t sure what to think, he wasn’t giving you anything to go on, but now that you walked in on this - it all makes sense, the puzzle has finally come together. Or at least, from your perspective it seems like that’s the only outcome from what’s currently in front of you.

“No- it’s not what-“ panic. It’s the one emotion you can read from his face and hear from his voice.

“Just- Fuck you Aaron, we’re done.” The lump in your throat causes your voice to break at the last inflection of your words, how could he do this to me, again?

You slam his dorm room door shut and bolt down the hallway that leads to the stairs, aggressively pushing the metal door to escape. Your vision is blurred from the tears that finally fall from your eyes as you do your best to jog down the four flights of the spiral-like staircase, causing you to stumble a tiny bit on the first landing as you round the corner.

Why am I so stupid? How did I not see this coming? Of course he’s still fuckin’ with her, stupid of me to not think that. Well, good job Aaron cause you just lost me for good.

“Wait-“ the echo of Aaron’s pleading voice calling out your name and the popping of his shoes down the cement stairs pierces your ears as you reach the metal door that leads to the outside. Leave me alone. Just one more step and you can really be gone for good, leaving him alone with her - but a sliver of you doesn’t want that.

Maybe it’s selfish of you, but you want him all to yourself, but you’ll never admit that, there’s just no way that you can. Because when he does things like this, you look so stupid in front of his and your own friends and you’ll be embarrassed if that will continue.

He calls out your name again as you stand there, hands on the metal bar ready to shove the heavy door open. You take a deep breath in and out, blocking out the sound of him as you get ready to exit the stairs.

As you swing the door open, you're met with the most intense thunderstorm you’ve seen here in D.C these last few years. Oh- so it can rain but not snow, fantastic, you think as you take a quick overview of the path you need to take to get back to your dorm - preferably not soaked from the rain. But no matter which way you think about taking, you’re going to have to get drenched, fuck it.

Without hesitation, you run into the storm. Your black and white forces instantly drowning in the deep brown puddles that’ve formed on the sidewalk in a matter of a couple minutes. At the same time, the cold water splashes the bottom half of your leggings, staining them with mud as you sprint in the direction of your dorm. Of course it has to be on the other side of campus, a good five minute walk, at least.

You’re so caught up in running away from the man who can’t stop his repeated behaviors, that you don’t hear the voice that you love so much call out to you.

“Can you just- Stop?”

Finally, your brain acknowledges his presence, but your body still hasn’t. Your thoughts and the rain cause you to continue running away from him, from jealousy, and from heartbreak; but you don’t get far. You feel this large hand forcefully grab your left bicep, whipping you around to face Aaron.

Your hair is drenched as it lays behind your shoulders, raindrops sting your face from above and below as the water bounces off of his and your skin. Your insides are still boiling as you rip your arm from his grip, crossing your arms against your chest - a sign that you want to close off from the world, go into hiding so you don’t have to face this.

Neither of you say anything, just heavy breathing and unknowing glares to one another as the sharp rain continues to pour on and around you. Thunder booms loudly from above, quickly followed by a crack of lightning that briefly illuminates the darkly clouded sky. Usually thunderstorms calm you down from any stress from that day, but now it terrifies you, enough to make your shoulders jump just an inch as the rumble shakes the ground below you.

The embarrassment and frustration of putting so much time and work into a man who helped you find the true meaning of love, and for him to just keep shitting on you again and again - has taken over.

Your brain and heart feel like they got played, suckered even, because you’re naturally a giver in the relationship. Hotch is too but not even close compared to you, and he kept taking and taking and taking everything you would give, almost greedy for more sometimes.

Only giving about half of the same energy to you, sometimes more, but now that you look back - it’s just so you would stay with him, or at least that’s how you perceive it. But a little part of your head knows that he doesn’t know really, any better because of how he grew up - not saying it’s an excuse, however it puts his actions under a different light.

But yet again; that’s a very small part of you.

The majority of the other part is, you can’t believe you let him stomp over you like this, multiple times, over the course of five long years. But that’s the other thing, those five years were incredible. You and Aaron had the best chemistry and relationship together, for a long time, even on the bad days. Last Summer was huge for the two of you, it brought you closer together and made the connection so much stronger - so you’re not really sure where it all went wrong, so quickly.

You’re trying to gather your thoughts and you’re just getting soaked, not a care in the world about it. You print the image of the drenched, distressed looking man now a couple feet away from you, in the front of your brain.

The now maintained strands of black hair stick to his forehead and sides of his face, within the last couple months he started to keep his hair shorter. Since his beard is gone, you catch the way his jaw clenched as he catches his breath from chasing you. His eyebrows have the signature curved line to them to show his sincerity about what just happened, mainly to do with you. The rain has caused his baby blue button up to shift into a darker blue and clings to his skin, exposing his toned shoulders that you just want to bite into.

No, I'm mad at him ‘n I need to hold my own. I’m not gonna fold this time. I gotta say it.

“Why? Just so you ca- can lasso me in again?” You shout with confidence, but there’s also an inflection of heartbreak. “Like you always do. It’s the same thing again ‘n again, ‘n I don’t know why I keep fallin’ back into it. But, I do ‘n maybe that’s my fault but I can’t keep doin’ this Hotch. We’re almost done with school ‘n look at us,” you scream, throwing your hands out to your side, a cold gust of wind hitting your chest.

“We’re in the same fuckin’ place Hotch! It’s been five years ‘n for some reason, you just can’t seem t-to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull.” You’re screaming, but the thunder and lightning muffle your voice from the world so it’s only Aaron and you. “‘N'm not sayin’ I’m perfect, but at least I try to change. Unlike you ‘n your ignorant ass.” You scoff, shaking your head but never letting your eyes wander away from his glossy ones, watching as a tear escapes down his cheek.

Unbelievable.

“Tears, really? Are you really gonna fuckin’ cry now? When you’re the one who keeps fuckin’ up!” You almost laugh from the disbelief. “Why do you keep doin’ these things to me? Huh?” Your tone shifts to an aggressive one and your palms quickly go to his chest and you push hard, causing him to stumble back a bit. “Being so sweet ‘n tender with me, makin’ me feel worth something. ‘N then for you to just- have her in your room…alone?! It makes no sense to me- explain it to me why- please!”

Your voice shifts from sad, to angry, to confused, and any other emotion you could imagine. You just want to know why this keeps happening, and what he’s not learning to change - that’s really all you want at this time.

“Why?!”

At this point, the floodgates have opened, your salty tears and the stinging rain on your cheeks have become one liquid, but you’re also at your boiling point, ears are hot to the touch and steaming. You continue to shove him over and over as you shout at him, he never once fights back.

“I gave you everything. Brought you home to my-my Mom,” you gasp trying to catch your breath, the cold air rushes down your lungs, causing it to burn. Your shoves have now turned to punches, hard and direct on his chest from the bottom of your fist - he accepts everyone of them without protest.

“Showed you my hometown, talked ‘bout my family that I barely even know, ‘n showed you the most revealing parts of myself. ‘N you keep going back to her, her? What do you see in her that I don’t have? Why her and not me, why?”

By now Aaron’s back has hit the brick wall that leads to the stairs that you just ran out of, and thankfully has an awning to cover the cold rain, and he’s still allowing you to push him into it. He’s silent, not giving you any answers or even any clues about what he’s thinking - which you’re not sure if you do or don’t want to know.

However, no matter what he does at this moment, you’re going to be upset about it, and you have every right to be. You take a second to glance up from his chest, where the bottom of your fists rest against his dripping wet shirt.

You can’t read him.

His brows aren’t furrowed, so his age lines aren’t deep and prominent like usual, you can barely see the color in his eyes. All you can gather from his tears and features is, he’s upset, but you’re not sure about what. Either it’s about you ending things, or it’s about getting caught with Tiffany.

This has never happened before. The disbelief and anger that linger around yourself and him takes over your sadness really fast. It’s not another minute before your fists start beating him once again, harder than before.

“You’re an asshole Hotch ‘n I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate-“

Before you realize it, Aaron’s arms wrap around your jumping shoulders while you scream and sob into his damp shirt. Your punches have slowly turned into weak jabs, now that your body is being held against his as he holds you. Sshhh, baby sshhh, vibrates the top of your head and chest as he starts to rock side to side on his feet, trying to calm you down so you don’t have a complete panic attack.

“I hate that I still love you…Aaron.” You weakly sob, finally giving up on your punches and efforts to get away from him. You’ve used pretty much all the energy your body has to offer, so you slowly sink into him, giving in - like you always do.

No words are said, only the sounds of your sobs, the thunder, and the rain hitting the metal awning above, creating this loud noise that echoes. Your sobs are incoherent and loud, even with the muffle from his body.

You can’t help but feel absolutely pathetic. The fact that you’re letting a man control you and break you down to this point, that you’re bawling in his chest and yet, you still can’t change the fact that you do love him - it’s sickening.

It seems like no matter what he does, bad or good, you fall deeper and deeper for him.

Like when you guys came back from your moms five months ago and you both went to take care of your travel bags in your separate new, last, dorm rooms for the year. Aaron came over to your place for the night since Jeff, his roommate, was a prick and he didn’t want to deal with him. But you two finally had the opportunity to debrief everything from over the summer, and the way that he had nothing but respectful and considerate words about it all - had you head over heels for him.

But you fear that Hotch is gone, or at least it seems like it. That is, until he finally starts to let the words flow from his lips.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, you can hear the lump in his throat, “Nothin’ happened, baby.”

You don’t answer him, physically you can’t, your mouth and brain aren’t working together anymore. But in your head you’re screaming to him that you know that, he never would cheat on you. Ever. There’s just no way, it’s not in his character - but with all the overwhelming circumstantial evidence, it’s hard to think otherwise.

All you do is silently weep into his chest and let him cradle you in his arms side to side as he repeats over a dozen times, I’m so sorry, nothin’ happened, I love you.

—

“Oh my god, we’re finally here baby!” Bella squeals as she latches onto your right bicep and pulls you closer to her as you, Kelly, and Bella walk to the football field for your guys big day. Graduation.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much, we gotta stay in touch okay?!” Kelly takes over, she’s to your left as she adjusts her navy blue cap and white tassel that hangs to the side of her face. The bright sun beaming down creates this beautiful aura that can only be described as sensational, the day you’ve worked so hard for is finally here.

“Well duh, what did you think? I was just gonna forget about my Kel’s?” You joke around and the three of you laugh.

And even though this is one of the happiest days of your life and you’re extremely proud of yourself - your heart aches and half of your smiles and laughs are forced so the girls don’t question you. Because today is not the day for a pity party, you guys are graduating after five years with your bachelors in Law and Criminal Justice - which is huge.

But your brain can’t help but think of Aaron. The two of you haven’t spoken much other than a hi and a small wave over the course of the last four months. No smiles, no hugs, no laughs, just a low acknowledgement of one another’s existence.

You wish that night never happened - it messed with your head completely, you lost all sense of happiness, even when you’re with the girls. They’re the only people to ever raise your spirits to the highest after something bad happens, and yet they couldn’t do it and they knew that, but they never stopped trying.

“You guys still haven’t talked huh?” Kelly asks, you must’ve zoned out for the whole duration of the walk to the football field. Before you answer her, the stadium roars of loud cheers, cowbells, and air horns from the families. After it quiets down a bit and you guys walk towards the crowd of students on the other end of the stadium, but on the outside, you tell them the truth.

“Nope. I haven’t even like- heard anythin’.” You sigh, “But I guess I started that, so I can't even be mad. I’m the one who said we should take a break, but I didn’t realize he wouldn’t even try.”

By now you three have reached the couple thousand students who are somewhat organized by last names like everyone practiced yesterday with Dean Martin and Holly. Thankfully you guys have last names starting with the same letter so you’ll be by each other in your seats and not have to be separated.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t seen him with or even around Tiffany since then.” Bella tries to cheer you up, which kinda does. You give a small smile, but it quickly fades as Bella hugs you, in which you return it. However, the heat is starting to get to you, so you detach your arms from her body and look at your surroundings to see if any spot has even just a bit of shade. The material of the gown and the cap are not breathable in the slightest, you can feel yourself starting to sweat and you guys haven’t even gotten onto the field.

“Holy fuck, it’s hot! How long until this is done?” Kelly groans, “My makeup is literally melting off my face.” She looks into her small compact mirror that she keeps in her small handbag, and pats her face.

As you lean against the metal railing, a small section is being shaded by a large maple tree behind it, that leads to the stairs that go into the field, you start fanning your face with your right hand. “We’ve only just begun Kel’s, hate to be the one to say it but, I told you-“

“Three o’clock babe. He’s coming this way, want me to tell him to fuck off?” Kelly stops your banter, causing your head to twist to your left and your body tensed at the sight of Aaron in his navy gown and cap.

With no hesitation in your voice you tell her, no I’ll be right back, and without saying anything else you start to place one foot in front of the other to meet him. Your white pumps create fast clicks as you get closer and closer to the beautiful man who once used to be yours, and you know what you have to do.

Aaron looks nervous and terrified at the same time, but he also seems relaxed at the fact that you’re walking to him and not away. You can hear the tiny clicks of his black dress shoes hitting the pavements almost syncing with yours, then they stop when you jump into his arms and latch your arms around his neck and he hugs your torso.

A bunch of students start whistling and cheering as they watch, you can pick out the girls and Aaron’s people instantly.

Your cap bumps into his and ends up knocking his to the ground next to his left foot, hi baby, Aaron mumbles into your neck. You can’t help but giggle at the vibration his voice causes on your warm skin, hi Aaron, you whisper back. He lowers you until you feel your pumps hit the ground, but his hands haven’t left your body.

He looks down at your eyes intently, then to your lips and back up to check your answer, but before you give him one, you grab his face with both hands and plant a kiss that shows him how much you missed him. Your thumbs gently swipe up and down his freshly shaved skin as you pull away from his lips, both you and him have smiles that can’t be erased. Your mood has instantly transformed into a positive one, but your heart knows that you can’t keep this going.

“Can we talk really quick?” you ask him, “Away from everyone here. Just you ‘n me?” Aaron is fast to agree as he picks up his cap and he grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowd of people and towards the shed that holds all the football equipment.

How am I gonna say this? Can I do it? What if he doesn’t take it well? Why did it come down to this?

As you guys reach the white building and bend the corner so you're shielded by any onlookers, you put your back to the wall and Aaron is opposite of you. Your heart is in your throat pounding and trying to claw out and jump into Aaron’s, but your mind shoves it back down into your chest.

“Lemme’ start off by sayin’ I’m so so sorry for how these past four months played out.” You crack your fingers on both hands, a sign that you’re uncomfortable, and Aaron knows it. “I really wanted to reach out but I couldn’t find the right words. ‘N I’m pretty sure I still don’t, but I’m gonna try. What happened between us that night should never have occurred ‘n I know you ‘n her were never anythin’, but I just- I don’t know, I guess let it go.``

You look up at him and his brows are softly pressed together, like he’s listening to every word you say and he’s analyzing it to fully comprehend. You like that, it’s one of the things you learned to appreciate with him because when he does this, it means he’s willing to try. Why couldn’t you be like this all the time?

You reach out to grab his hands in each of yours as you stare up into his brown eyes that shimmer from the bright sun above you.

“I want you to know that I don’t regret any of the fun we had, or even the bad times. Cause it gave me room to grow ‘n find what I can do or need, so thank you. Please, don’t hold any grudges against yourself for this - it’s just how the dice rolled baby.” You pull his hands up to your lips so you can lay several kisses to his thick fingers before you continue. You’re trying to keep your composure in front of him and you can tell he’s doing the same, but he’s close to breaking.

“But just know this. You, Aaron Hotchner will always be my first love, my first heartbreak, but most importantly you’ll always have a place in my heart. I love you with my whole heart ‘n I know you will do incredible things in your life, I want you to go live them out. ‘Kay?”

Aaron doesn’t say anything, all he does is sniffle, take his right hand out of yours then goes into his slacks pocket and pulls it out. “I want you to have this. You can get rid of it if you want to later, but I want you to take it.” You put your right palm out and he sets this thin gold chain with a golden heart charm on it, you open it and it’s a pg picture of you and him the night of the carnival in your hometown.

When did- You question but he doesn’t let you ask before he pulls you into a hug that you can sense is your last.

“I’ll always love you.” He cries into your shoulder. The two of you silently cry together until it’s time for you both to go your own ways.

[feralkwe]

So, what songs represent Elidibus marking Kit's life via piano...?

bless you. holy shit this is not what you signed up for but wev. here we go. get your roller skates and throw away the skate key. we're doing this.

so we know by word of god that elidibus came to his seat just at his majority, and that the seat of emissary is the most challenging to achieve because you have to make an impression--personal and professional--upon every other current convocation member to attain it. i interpreted this to indicate that most of his life's education to that point was meant to prepare him for it, possibly even curated by the incumbent elidibus who maybe set his eyes on this promising, bright young prodigy as his successor when themis was still very young by ancients standards. i cannot imagine that in ancient society music was not considered an integral part of a rounded education (there is a convocation seat dedicated to the arts after all!).

taking all of this into account i like to think that he spent time studying piano under altima personally, and that music became a joyful thing for him that stood out among all the ways his life was committed to duty from apparently the onset. like, attaining concert pianist levels, and gaining the ability to play by rote after hearing something once, probably developing relative pitch (maybe perfect pitch, but i prefer the idea of him mastering a skill rather than it being innate for him), and a skill in improvisation. he likely had several compositions to his name and even possibly orchestrated some of those into full scores before he ever reached majority.

all of this being something he worked hard to master, and by these circumstances, gained skills which crossed his duty/humanity divide, leaving it on both sides of him after he reflected himself out of zodiark to guide the convocation prior to the sundering. it's a thread back to a man all but lost and forgotten. a man who, upon crashing into his guiding star, that warrior who captivated his interest and stole his heart on his first great adventure, composed a loving piece that burned itself into his mind and soul. music remained a tether when all else was his primal directive, and she was at the heart of the heart of the music that kept the humanity in the heart of zodiark despite 12000 years of physical and mental torment and torture. that's a sentence with good syntax, i promise!

i do not have a complete list, but i lean heavily toward anything which is highly technical, and bangy on the keyboards intense. remember, this is a tie to emotions he actively tries to suppress as a primal and in the name of his duty as emissary. i love envisioning him as an ascian rocking and swaying and leaning over that keyboard as he reaches the octaves, stretching fingers which probably grew from years of practice and play to accommodate that reach of a tenth needed (he's a lil guy! he probably fell in the 25% of men who didn't have that naturally! again! he worked for it!) for success in his craft.

the obvious choices include "the maker's ruin" and "torn from the heavens" and anything in which those motifs run. he's probably horny about leitmotifs (i know my former music major ass is). "neath dark waters" is the theme of the ancients, and it does not surprise me that its themes turn up in "to the edge" (which deserves a post of its own) or "fleeting moment" (probably also needs a post of its own). trial boss pieces, and many raid boss scores, are stories told by the boss in question, and i do not find these ones exceptions. elidibus is, in equal parts, telling kit's story and telling her her own stories as linked to the ancients, as well. these are his leitmotifs. even the key and modal choices tell his story through them.

"with hearts aligned" is also hers from his pov. no one will take this from me.

i am committed to "where all roads lead" being one of them because i was a horn player and the horn lines are weep worthy (right up there with holst's "jupiter: bringer of jollity" from the planets for me), even before you consider the role of the oboe (and i think english horn SOKEN PLEASE GIVE ME THE SCORES I NEED TO NERD OUT). i've never heard a piano version of it, but i bet it's epic. he definitely orchestrated that one out.

the one i have not pinned down--maybe it's not a track from the game's ost which lives only in my head--is that first piece, composed by a broken-hearted man at the end of his first great adventure when he had to send the love of his life back to her own time. his heart carried more questions than answers in her wake. that melody he could not recall composing haunted him long after the summoning, long after the sundering, and he found he could not get it out of his head once this warrior of light arose on the battlefield. but he knew it was hers.

he thought it was a secret he kept guarded after that, but the other ascians, unsundered and sundered alike, all knew something had changed. elidibus had a secret, possibly even from himself, and it existed in the melody of that song.

thanks for asking! if you made it to the end, i am kissing you on the mouth!

[unionizedwizard]

📻 specifically baby v'rhym 🐱

ohhhh a challenge! i have the perfect song but it's unfortunately. in french:

admire my extremely amateurish translation (if the syntax sounds weird it's normal. it is purposefully weird in french too)

In the air, thrown in the air I know how to swallow a peanut thrown in the air I know how to whistle in my fingers I perfectly imitate the cry of the skunk The cry of the skunk The cry of the skunk I wiggle my nostrils and I wiggle my ears And I can pick up a pencil with my toes I know how to make a puppet with my napkin Pretend to crack an egg over your head An egg over your head An egg over your head The stem christie, I know how to do the stem christie I can do the stem christie, it's not a problem I speak Javanese I speak Loucherez and I speak Javanese Javanese At table football, I do Reels, sweeps and lobs All the moves, the pulled, the pushed, the crossed, uncrossed Spoons, triplets, two-strokes, roulettes Belts, cassettes, and I go fishing With pear handles or quenelle handles It is in my power to succeed in a tunnel To score from behind, to score from the goalkeeper And, by slamming your fist, to achieve the grandmother's trick I make smoke rings Smoke rings, I learned that in the army Of course, I know how to hang upside down On the monkey bars The monkey bars

I rotate my pen around my thumb And smack my cheek with a finger in my mouth On the guitar, I know how to play “Forbidden Games” I know 36 ways to make a bed: Apple-pie bed Pull-up bed, you name it I know how to blow into my hands and hoot like an owl I can make goat and wolf shadow puppets I can fit all my toes in my mouth And I can smoke in the shower With my tongue I can make a three-leaf clover I lick my elbow and I know how to squint with one eye With an elastic band, I can make the Eiffel Tower And the cat's cradle I'm a professional stone skipper This is my baggage That's all my baggage, so when will I be hired? This is my knowledge These are my skills, so when do I start? When do I start? When do I start?

Specifically thinking about his weeks of being a nuisance around the Great Work trying to get the alchemists to let him play with the extremely expensive and dangerous alembics become an apprentice..... They gave up in the end. Thank you Nidhana for always believing in him <3

[gender-void-partially-stars]

hi syntax!!! have you learned about anything neat recently? yesterday at my friend's house her family was watching a football game and it was the vikings versus a blue team (i can't remember exactly) and the score was like 7 to 0 and the only part of the game i saw was a guy running towards the corner of the field where the ball was flying and just absolutely completely failing to catch it and falling over and it was really funny. honestly the friend in question you two would both probably get along!!! wait what am i saying you know ian already you two are in the minecraft realm gc together! they're kind of a car person he wants to be a diesel tech and got a cool trade scholarship for school. anyways that's my ramble i'm not doing much today other than i might try and watch a film off of my russell crowe festival! the last one i watched was REALLY bad and it wasn't all bad in an enjoyable way so i'm a little nervous for what the future holds but i'm starting from earliest to latest so hopefully they get better over time. so that's all on me!!! how's your day? got any fun plans this week?

oh hiiiiiii um have i learned anything recently no not really tbh ive been hanging around not doing much.

yeah lions vikings last night! twas a good game. last game of the regular season and that was on purpose. im happy the lions won (sorry im sure yall are in vikings country) but it was a good game all around. it was supposed to be a close game between two very good teams and jt was close for a bjt but the lions crushed em! the lions are definitely super bowl favorites now

uhh this week not many plans! ive been playing pickleball with my grandma and her friends which i enjoy but my grandparents are down in florida for the winter now. but its something to do to keep active and its not dissimilar to squash whivh i play at school.

i go back to college this weekend and im really ready to go back... the unstructured life of break is bad for me after a few weeks. but no plans really until then.

[aawomenzine]

Anonymous Witness asked: I'm not so sure about the scoring system in the application process. Wouldn't that create a form of bias? What if it affects the mods decision to applicants in future zines. The project DOES sound promising and I genuinely want to apply since im a minor but idk.

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[shamira22]

1. **Select Your Data Set and Variables**: - Ensure you have a quantitative variable (e.g., test scores, weights, heights) and a categorical variable (e.g., gender, treatment group, age group).2. **Load the Data into Python**: - Use libraries such as pandas to load your dataset.3. **Check Data for Missing Values**: - Use pandas to identify and handle missing data.4. **Run the ANOVA**: - Use the `statsmodels` or `scipy` library to perform the ANOVA.Here is an example using Python:```pythonimport pandas as pdimport statsmodels.api as smfrom statsmodels.formula.api import olsimport scipy.stats as stats# Load your datasetdf = pd.read_csv('your_dataset.csv')# Display the first few rows of the datasetprint(df.head())# Example: Suppose 'score' is your quantitative variable and 'group' is your categorical variablemodel = ols('score ~ C(group)', data=df).fit()anova_table = sm.stats.anova_lm(model, typ=2)print(anova_table)# If the ANOVA is significant, conduct post hoc tests# Example: Tukey's HSD post hoc testfrom statsmodels.stats.multicomp import pairwise_tukeyhsdposthoc = pairwise_tukeyhsd(df['score'], df['group'], alpha=0.05)print(posthoc)```5. **Interpret the Results**: - The ANOVA table will show the F-value and the p-value. If the p-value is less than your significance level (usually 0.05), you reject the null hypothesis and conclude that there are significant differences between group means. - For post hoc tests, the results will show which specific groups are different from each other.6. **Create a Blog Entry**: - Include your syntax, output, and interpretation. - Example Interpretation: "The ANOVA results indicated that there was a significant effect of group on scores (F(2, 27) = 5.39, p = 0.01). Post hoc comparisons using the Tukey HSD test indicated that the mean score for Group A (M = 85.4, SD = 4.5) was significantly different from Group B (M = 78.3, SD = 5.2). Group C (M = 82.1, SD = 6.1) did not differ significantly from either Group A or Group B."7. **Submit Your Assignment**: - Ensure you follow all submission guidelines provided by Coursera.If you need specific help with your dataset or any part of the code, feel free to ask!

[enterpris]

An Education in Attraction- Chapter 2

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: None this chapter

Previous Chapters: 1

Even with scented candles burning and a comfortable desk chair, the mood in your dorm has soured after hours spent writing. Your back is sore and your eyes are tired as you sit at the desk in the corner of your room and re-read your conclusion paragraph. It's wordy, but you can't put your finger on what to change. 

Even though it’s only the second week of classes, yesterday you had received the grade for your first assignment. Your score had been nearly perfect, and it left you feeling like you were walking on air the rest of the day. Those are the kinds of marks you want to continue receiving. If you could just fix the syntax in this last paragraph, you think the second paper could match your first. 

Unlike your undergraduate classes, there are fewer weekly assignments to pad your grade in the Masters program. Most of your final score will be determined on the larger projects, based on the book readings and lectures in class. 

And there is a lot of reading so far. Covering the assigned chapters took up most of your afternoon and you’ve been writing and editing this draft since dinner. 

Sighing, you pull your eyes away from the computer screen. It's probably time to give your brain a break. You stand and stretch, thinking you deserve a visit to the campus botanic gardens. 

Silver light shines down from the moon and the night is quiet as you leave the dorm building. There’s only a handful of other students out as you cross the campus and enter the gardens.

The sprawling green is quickly becoming one of your favorite places to relax. The manicured lawns are lush, even at the start of spring, and the trees and shrubs that dot the rest of the park are tidily maintained. 

You follow the path deeper into the grounds and find a tall dogwood that faces the central pond. You sit under the tree and let the peace of nature wash over you. 

For a moment you just drink in the beauty of the garden. Most of the shrubs and low trees have been reduced to dark smudges in the dark, but moonlight catches on the water of the pond and ripples out. Lights twinkle distantly on the main building. The park is silent save for a bird that coos softly somewhere above. You breathe deeply, and the earthy smell of the air reminds you of your first week of classes. 

You’d woken the second morning in a blur of new faces, names, and assignment deadlines. The thrill of the first day had dulled slightly after a night of intense reading. You lay in bed and ran your hands over your face, reviewing everything that happened on your first day of courses. 

After picking yourself out of bed, you dressed quickly in a smart pair of slacks and a comfortable blouse, promising yourself some strong green tea as a pick-me-up. You packed your bag and headed from your dorm to the university cafe. The matcha there is quite good, and the miso soup isn’t half bad either.  

After you had gotten some caffeine in your system,your head felt clearer and the walk though campus seemed even prettier. You regained some pep in your step as you approached the Graduate School. 

Even though you had successfully avoided Gojo after class yesterday, your nerves were alight at the thought of seeing him again. You don't want things to be awkward today, and reasoned that acting embarrassed will only make things more uncomfortable for everyone, so you decided to act as if nothing had happened. 

You settled into the same seat you’d chosen on the first day and waited, knee bouncing under the table. Other students trickled into the classroom, and your professor set up at the front of the class. As you looked around the room you saw that most of your peers have settled in, but Goio is notably absent.

The professor had cleared her throat and went to close the door when he slipped in. Once again he was dressed in dark casual clothes and had a pair of dark shades on. His arrival doesn't cause the same hubbub it did the day before, but several students still glanced his way and whispered. 

A single bird glides down from a tree and lands on the ground near you, breaking you out of the reverie. You watch it hop gracefully and dip its head to drink from the pool. The bird shakes its feathers and then takes flight again, disappearing back into the trees over the lake. 

Something about the simple grace of the bird’s movements rings in your mind, and you're struck by sudden inspiration. You rise and hurry back to your dorm. 

You crack your laptop back open and erase the last two sentences of your conclusion. Keeping the elegance of the bird's swoop in mind, you re-formulate your closing, and add another sentence to your introduction to tie things together.

When you read the paper as a whole, you feel deeply satisfied and sure that it will get you top marks. 

The rest of your week is jam-packed with assignments and getting to know the rest of your classmates. Most nights stretch late into the early hours, finishing readings, editing notes, and completing papers. A strong beginning is crucial to your success in the program, and staying busy makes it easy to keep ahead of the longer chapters. 

After two weeks you've read nearly 600 pages and developed a hand cramp typing notes. You exhaust yourself working late into the night, eyes bleary from the text. But you also feel like you're learning at hyper speed. The lectures in both of your classes make you think critically, forcing you to reconsider what you thought you knew about education. 

It seems that the other men and women in your cohort feel similarly. The energy from the initial classes has dimmed somewhat, but your peers are engaged in discussion and friendly to one another. 

Gojo is the exception. After the first two days of classes, he hadn’t attended for the rest of the week. You'd absently wondered whether he'd dropped from the program- he hadn't acted particularly interested in the lectures.

But when you walk into class on Monday, he was back in his seat across the room, as indifferent and cool as he had been the first week. 

~*~

The next morning, you rise and get ready for the day, then head to the campus cafeteria for breakfast.

You pick up a bowl of rice, some tsukemono, and some miso soup. As you walk back out into the seating area, you spot Kuzume. You didn’t know she lived on campus too, most students live with their families or individual apartment units, and you’re a little curious why she’s opted for a dorm. You think about approaching her to say hello, but you don’t want to bother her. There are plenty of open tables, so you choose one a bit farther down and sit down to enjoy your meal.

The soup is savory and warms you to the bone, and it pairs well with the fresh brine of the pickles. The meals here are healthy as well as cheaper and more filling than the ones you got on campus during your undergrad. Grabbing food from the cafeteria is more convenient than cooking all your meals too. You finish eating, drop off your dishes, and head towards your Curriculum class. 

You slide into your normal seat and prepare for class to begin when Kuzume sits beside you.

“Hi!” She greets brightly. “I saw you in the cafe before class but I didn’t get to say hello.”

“Oh, hello!” You’re surprised she noticed you, and even more that she’s bringing it up now. Although you usually sit next to each other in this class, you haven’t spoken much since the first day. 

“I didn’t want to intrude on your breakfast. I didn’t know you lived in the student dorms.” 

“My family lives in Matsue, and I was lucky enough to snag one of the dorms before they filled up. It’s nice to live on the campus.” She responds.

“I love the university grounds. Tokyo is so beautiful.“ You say.

“As much as I love home, I’m looking forward to spending time in a bigger city.”

“It takes a while to explore, I’ve lived here for a few years and there’s still so much I haven’t seen.” It seems like Kuzume is interested in being friends, and you’d love to have a closer relationship. “If you’d ever like to grab dinner or coffee off campus I’m happy to show you my favorite places.”

“Thank you!” Kuzume’s smile is genuine and kind. “If you’d like, Saito and I were going to review some of the notes in the library later.” She gestures to another woman sitting a few chairs away. “We’re covering so much information in both courses, it’s hard to keep up with everything. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”

You’re suddenly very thankful that she did approach you. 

“I would love to. I’ve been reorganizing all my notes manually and it takes forever.”

Class begins soon after that, and is focused heavily on learning objectives. Instead of a lecture, the professor is leading a discussion on how to articulate objectives and create tests based on student knowledge. Your peers are perceptive and curious as they comment on what you’ve read so far. The conversation winds as individuals express their own opinions.

There are so many factors to keep in mind- student learning styles, different exercises to apply learning, and the sheer volume of information that student’s today have to recall. While you agree that concrete goals are important to student understanding, you find yourself a bit worried about the considerable expectations placed on your future students. 

Discussion starts to wind down and you’re grateful. You’ve typed several pages of notes and are feeling a bit fatigued from all of the discourse. The professor clears her throat and takes over the conversation.  

"Before class ends, I'd like to go into more detail regarding your final paper this term. This project will count for thirty percent of your final grade and will hone the foundational skills for the rest of the teaching program."

The energy shift in the room is immediate. You perk up. The syllabus contained only a cursory overview of the project, promising more details as the course progresses. 

The professor's face is severe as she continues, "You will devise mock curricula with an assigned partner. They may or may not share your field of study. You must write an outline of learning topics, supported by data and the approaches discussed in the text. The final project should also include example exercises your future students can complete." 

There are nods from some of the other students, the air in the room serious and focused. Your fingers fly over the keys as you take notes, not wanting to miss any details. 

"This project is designed to deepen your understanding of pacing and workload when creating the curriculum for each course," she continues. "The pairs are as follows:"

She begins to announce the pairs of names. Kuzume is partnered with Higa Fumio, a well tempered man who is usually first to comment in class discussions. Another set is called of two students you don't know very well and then you hear your name called. It's partnered with Gojo's.

The professor continues reading the pairs but you don't hear anything. After what happened on the first day, you hadn’t had the chance to make a second impression. You close your eyes briefly, take a deep breath, and concentrate intently on the front of the classroom. You don't want to see his reaction. 

"This paper should challenge you and encourage you to consider how to most efficiently move through vast subject matter. Collaborate with your partner and innovate. It is our duty to maintain the quality of our schools and ensure the success of each student. Please email me if you have any additional questions."

With that abrupt call to action, class finishes. You begin to pack your bag, wondering how you should approach Gojo. You glance to where he normally sits and see he's gone already. With a brief look over your shoulder you see him strolling out of the room. 

"Shit," you mutter. You stuff the computer into your bag and barely zip it up before you’re following him out of class.

You don’t want to cause a fuss and shout, but he’s moving quickly down the stairs. Those long legs of his really cover a lot of distance. You’ve nearly caught up with him as he pushes open the door at the front of the building. 

"Hey, Gojo!" You call. He turns to look at you over his shoulder as you catch the door he’d opened. "I’d love to meet up soon to talk about the project. Are you free this weekend?"

He keeps walking. "Nah I'm busy."

“Oh, alright, um how about next week?”

“Dunno. My schedule changes a lot.”  

You’re a little taken aback by his response. Is he acting this way because of what happened on the first day? Surely he expected you to talk to him about an assigned group project. Even if he doesn’t want to work with you, this project is worth a significant part of your grade and will be a huge time commitment. 

"We can definitely adjust if something happens, but I’d really like to get together as soon as possible. It’s such a big project and I don’t really like to procrastinate.”

He finally stops and faces you.

 “Ok. I should have time after class on Monday. We can meet in the library, there’s a reading room on the second floor.”

His expression is obscured by the sunglasses he seems to wear everyday, but you’re glad to finally have his full attention. If you thought he was striking in the classroom on that first day, now you can really see how the dark clothes contrast with his pale skin and hair. 

You’re distracted again. But you can’t make the time he suggested.

"Um, I actually have another class after this. We could meet after lunch or grab food at the cafe?" 

“Yeah that’s fine. See you at like 1?”

“Sounds good.” You give him a weak smile.

He continues past you down the path, not bothering to say anything else. You stay where you stopped, puzzled by his reaction. 

Beyond feeling confused, you're irritated. 

While he skips out on seemingly any lesson he pleases, you’ve shown up every day. Your notes are perfect and you participate in each class period. He hardly says a word and doesn't even bother to take his glasses off in class.

The indignation follows you as you trudge to your next class. You replay the conversation in your head as you unpack your computer and notes. You shift your focus to the professor as he begins the lecture, but annoyance sours your stomach for the rest of the day. 

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[tomionebingo]

Tomione Trope Fest Rules & Info

Important Dates

September 19th, 2023, 12:00AM ET - Sign-Ups & Writing

October 19th, 2023, 11:59PM ET - Sign-Ups Close, Writing Continues

October 20th, 2023 - Writing Continues

October 31, 2023, 11:59PM ET - Fics Due

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November 26, 2023 - Final Judging

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The fest runs for six (6) weeks: September 19 - October 31, 2023. Fics must be COMPLETE and submitted by October 31st.

The best possible scenario is to combine at least five (5) tropes in a row into a single fic. It can be horizontal, vertical, or diagonal, as long as it’s five in a row. You MUST, however, feature at least two (2) given tropes. The Bingo board will be revealed on the day of sign-ups.

Fics will be anonymous until authors are revealed. Authors are not allowed to in any way reveal their fic until then, set aside up to two (2) alphas/betas. Note: Judges/fest mods are able to see which authors are attached to each work. You may ask judges/fest mods questions personal to your fic. Fest mods will be named at a future date, and will be contactable via Discord.

Fics must be submitted via the Tomione Trope Bingo 2023 AO3 collection, which will be provided on the day of sign-ups.

Fics must meet all work requirements. Full Work Requirements:

Use two (2) or more tropes in one fic.

Your fic may be multi-chaptered, a one-shot, or otherwise.

To receive a blackout, you must use all of the squares in a narratively cohesive manner. 

Your fic must meet the minimum word count of 2,500 words. There is no maximum.

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1st, 2nd, and 3rd Place winners will receive a specialized role on the Mud and Blood Discord server, as well as a digital award.

Anyone that successfully completes a Bingo blackout will also receive a specialized role and digital award.

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Winners will be determined by a combination of a scoring rubric and a public poll. Rubric items will include: trope confirmation, plot/originality, character development, syntax/diction, SPAG, and the public poll standing.

See you at sign-ups!

[vanishingmoments]

a library for racket i am working on that allows you to write csound orchestras and scores in scheme/racket syntax

[twinstrangersp]

Another batch of memes, these ones hot off the presses from Ty Von. Contains *mild* spoilers for Season 2 of Syntax.

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