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Welcome to the Zine O’Biology
A multi-fandom Star Trek Zine.
Do you have strong opinions on Vulcan fra’als, Cardassian tails, or how the heck Trill symbionts reproduce? We want to hear from you!
The Zine O’Biology is a fictional comparative xenobiology academic journal set in the Star Trek universe. If you’ve always wanted to wax eloquent for up to 3000 words about your theories on alien biology, welcome to your new home!
We want all your theories about all your favorite aliens! This is a friendly but competitive academic journal where the content of every paper is a little bit suspicious (is this paper based on rumor or fact? What is the methodology?) and some competing authors leave snarky comments on one another’s work. So just like a real academic journal, except ours features the Great Green Anthurium.
We welcome xenobiology articles on all Star Trek aliens from all series!
The final format will be a PDF that you can scroll at your leisure or print at home in order to have a physical copy of the Zine. (This way there is no money involved.)
--SEEKING SUBMISSIONS FOR--
Alien biology articles
Alien biology artwork
In-Universe advertisements
Letters to the editor
ALIEN BIOLOGY ARTICLES
How do Andorian genders work? Are Cardassians actually lizards? Why do Klingons have so many redundant organs? What’s the biological purpose of Bajoran nose ridges? What’s the best cement mix for emergency surgery on a Horta?
You’ve been pondering alien biology for years. This is your chance to infodump all your favorite theories to an eager audience of your fellow nerds!
Articles will be separated into two categories: reproductive biology or general biology. Yes, we also want all your theories on what every species is packing downstairs…and how they use it.
Journal articles should be fun and engaging, but also written in your interpretation of a pseudo-academic style, since this is a highly respected Federation xenobiology journal. If you want to keep things more lighthearted and less academic, check out the section on Letters to the Editor.
ALIEN BIOLOGY ARTWORK
If you have independent illustrations about alien biology we would love to see them! If you would like to provide illustrations for one of our journal articles, tell us what species you want to illustrate and we’ll do our best to match you up!
Art should be in a square, scaleable format, printable at high resolution at 4x4 inches.
JOURNAL ADVERTISEMENTS
Even in a post-need future, academic journals will need a little extra funding. Submit your ads for Ferengi Oomox Creme, Self Sealing Stem Bolts, Gently Used Federation Technology, and, of course, “reproductive aids.” The weirder the better! Have fun with it!
All art needs to be printable at high resolution
Ad Sizes:
1 column (vertical) 3.5 x 7
half page (horizontal) 8 x 5
banner (narrow horizontal) 8 x 2
in-text (square) 3.5 x 3.5 scaleable
in-text (half-square) 3.5 x 1.75
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
Do you have a great idea, but it’s not enough to fill out a 3000 word article? Submit it as a “reaction” to a previous journal article. Feel free to lay into a mythical researcher who does NOT understand why their biological theory is wrong and yours is right!
Max length 800 words. Enjoy making these plenty frothy!
WE NEED SUB-EDITORS!
The creators of this Zine are all notorious Vulcan Fuckers. Since we want the Zine O’Biology to be open to all alien species, it is only logical that we seek your expertise.
We’re seeking fans from all over the Star Trek universe to spread the word that yes, it’s time for us to all come together in the spirit of explaining how our favorite aliens come together.
Sub-Editors will be in charge of helping us solicit articles and art for their specific race of aliens and editing those articles in order to fit into the Zine. If we don’t have a sub editor for a species, we’ll do our best, but the chapter on that species won’t be as good as it would be if folks with real fanon knowledge were involved.
WANT TO GET INVOLVED, BUT YOU’RE NOT A WRITER OR ARTIST?
WE NEED:
Graphic designers to help with Zine layout
Social media promoters
Alien art and article wranglers (ie: get your fannish friends involved!)
--HOW TO GET INVOLVED--
Fill out the Art or Writing Google Form letting us know your interests or reach out to the Editor in Chief at [email protected]
DEADLINES:
August 1, 2024: Last date for everyone seeking an art or writing partner to submit their request. We don’t guarantee you’ll be partnered up. It depends on how many people are interested and what aliens they want to draw/write.
August 18, 2024: Art/Writing partners notified. NOTE: it’s both fine and encouraged if you want to submit as a team from the start! This is for people who do not have a partner and would like us to find them one.
August 30, 2024: Final call for all journal authors, artists, and advertisers to let us know what species they’re working with, how many submissions they plan to send, and whether their submission will be general or reproductive biology.
October 20, 2024: All art, advertising, and journal submissions are due
We hope to have the Zine O’Biology ready for your enjoyment by New Year’s Eve 2024. We all have full time jobs and lives, so that date may change depending on the volume of submissions.
FAQ
What if my biological theories are totally different from another author’s?
Yes. Perfect. We love it.
We want to see everyone’s theories! Canon gave us scraps, but together we will make a meal! Expect to see many mutually contradictory articles. That’s part of the fun!
What about Smut?
Yes, we are accepting E rated submissions! The journal will be separated into two sections:
General Biology
Reproductive Biology
General Biology is everything but the genitals
Reproductive Biology should include actual descriptions of the mechanics and biology. Think of it as creating reference material for smut writers and artists.
#Star Trek#Zine#Multi-Fandom#Aliens#Alien Biology#Fake Ads#Letters to the Editor#Xenobiology#Fake Academic Journal#Fanfic#Fanart#Seeking Artists#Seeking Writers#Seeking Editors#Open to the public#Free Zine#Vulcans#Cardassians#Trill#Borg#Klingons#Bajorans#Romulans#Andorians#Tellerites#Star Trek TOS#star trek ds9#star trek discovery#star trek snw#star trek voyager
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EXCERPTS FROM THE JOURNAL OF HISTORICAL SPACE AGENCY STUDIES (translated)
#techspressionism#capitalistneoexpressionism#contemporaryart#digitalart#neopop#WomboDream#aiassistedart#spacesuit#spaceman#ancient astronauts#retrofuturism#techno organic#fake academic journals#cosmonaut#cosmic slop#wicker#wicker man
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so I had my theoretical necromancer DnD PC, who helped exorcise (some of) my grad school demons
I really want to either bring her to another campaign, or play another academic PC (school of scribes wizard?) because I'm doing this project for school that's "write a policy manual for a fake library" and my group set it in a dnd-inspired fantasy world and I'm having way too much fun making up fake in-universe journals and books to cite from
(we're also the only group in class doing an archive and we're going HOG WILD. It makes some things more difficult but it's also giving us a lot more leeway because "a wizard did it" is a valid excuse here)
#grad school 2: electric boogaloo#so far I've referenced three PCs in the citations (only one is mine)#congrats to Alacrity who apparently managed to finish her thesis in this universe!#I fucked up one of the years so College of Scribes Quarterly is apparently a new journal lol#I MUST have internal consistency in my portions of the fake archive policy manual project#it's true I'm currently running a wizard in another campaign but she's emphatically NOT an academic (bladesinger baby!!!)#ramblin' anne
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oh god ok I just caught up on this and WOW
so, thought #1: yeah these are awful lol
thought #2: I don't think AI is going to create a uniquely bad atmosphere for fraud in academic articles, because we've already established the incentives and conditions for fraud to be a substantial problem in the first place
most people heard about the foundational Alzheimer's research that was found to be fabricated, and that was probably the most high profile case in recent years
institutions basically lock PI's in an eternal grant-writing grind where they have to produce interesting, relevant, and novel research continually in order for them and everyone under them to keep their jobs. it de-incentivizes any type of research that seeks to verify or reproduce previous studies (journals generally won't publish this) and if you end up NOT finding something ground-breaking, then it's seen as a scientitic failure rather than a naturally possible outcome of investigating the world, in which things sometimes aren't interesting
this obviously lays incentives for fudging data in the whole field of science itself, but there's been high amount of fraud coming from institutions in china which is why I was disappointed but not especially surprised by this
I'm prefacing this by saying that scientists based in china have been asking for solutions to this and rightly pointing the blame to the uniquely weird government funding scheme as the cause. I'm not going to get too much into it, but there have been issues with fake paper mills for years, and "citation circles" (iirc you can get a cash kickback for how many times you're cited) of people agreeing to cite each other's irrelevant papers.
it's gotten to the point where, and this is really bad, PI's over here will ignore papers that come from china-based institutions under the presumption that the data is unreliable.
excerpt from the article:
For example, in 2017, Tumor Biology published by Springer retracted 107 papers, all of which are by Chinese authors, because authors provided made-up contact information of potential reviewers, and the review processes ended up being manipulated by third-party agencies that make profit from “faking” the review processes (Chen, 2017). Also, certain journals have in recent years witnessed a concentration of works by authors from China. We suspect that this is because of closely knit networks of editors, reviewers and authors, which results in superficial peer-review, easy acceptance, and deliberate self-citing from the same journals to boost impact factors (see Guglielmi, 2019 for similar patterns of behaviors occurring to Italian scientists).
re: the last sentence, it does happen to a lesser degree elsewhere, which is why this is a field-wide problem
the chinese government has I think in recent years realized that the way everything is structured is de-legitimizing their research, and there have been huge efforts to crack down on fraud and basically place sanctions on these scientists. but that's sort of just handling the symptoms and not the cause - I'm not sure how far along they are on rectifying the index by which they ascribe merit and funding potential to PI's (we do this in other ways too) but yeah, the whole system of academia itself has to change.
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Locked Tomb UQuiz Masterpost!
Hellllooooo. I make a lot of uquizzes on Twitter for fun. i post/make them at various levels of seriousness, so they are mostly the farthest thing from professional and pretty horny and silly.* But if you want to take a bunch of locked tomb personality quizzes made by a silly nerd, here’s a list from over the years!
Every quiz is probably NSFW lol. More recent ones have Nona spoilers (at the bottom of list)
There are also other quizzes that are by other amazing people, take their quizzes too (too stoned to figure out how to find all those) (if you want to reblog with your own quizzes pls do so)
here you gooooooo.
Which Ianthe vibe are you?
Which Griddlehark quote/moment are you?
Which goth Harrow nickname are you?
Which name does Harrowhark Nonagesimus call you?
How fucked up are you? (based on a very specific TLT measurement)
Which hilarious Mercymorn insult are you?
What does your TLT House say about you as a lover?
What sexy Cytherea moment are you?
What TLT meme are you?
Which article of Harrowhark’s clothing are you?
What type of cavalier are you?
How quickly would you die in Canaan House?
What does Ianthe call you?
Which TLT woman are you going on a hot date with?
Which Third House au plot point are you?
Which Ninth House feature/element are you?
Which fake TLT academic journal title are you?
What makkachinning Griddlehark AU are you?
Answer would you rather questions and get assigned a TLT wife!
How well do you know Ianthe Tridentarius?
Analyze this Gideon and Ianthe banter scene and I’ll guess your astrological sign incorrectly.
Choose your own adventure TLT au (which original Lyctor are you?)
Which piece of TLT underwear are you?
Answer FMK - get assigned a strange TLT au of my own creation.
Which cursed TWT fan TLT moment are you (would you rather)
Which certified TLT stoner are you?
Answer some Qs and get assigned a TLT hottie and a Taylor Swift song
Which BOE prisoner are you from “As yet Unsent”
Which brat Ianthe moment /emoji are u???
How long could you stay married with Ianthe?
Which false homestuck reference in TLT are you?
Match a reaction image to TLT characters and get assigned a TLT ex-gf
Which TLT cat are you?
Which form of Alecto are you going to date?
What interpretation of Mercymorn’s drawing of a RB are you?
What is your TLT toxic trait (character edition)?
What is your TLT love language?
What is your job during the Great Jizz Heist?
What’s your toxic tlt trait (fandom edition)?
Top, bottom or switch, TLT edition
Which arcane x tlt ship are you?
Which line from the Nona book summary are you?
who is your TLT secret santa and what do they get you?
R u hole or slick or knot? decorate a christmas tree.
What Tor nona cover promotion tweet are you?
What Nona cover detail are you?
Which horny TLT moment are you?
Who is your TLT one night stand?
Who in Bridgerton are you? (TLT x bridgerton )
which Locked Tomb villain are you?
What kind of ass would Ianthe flesh magic onto you?
Whose strap are you []ing tonight?
Who is your 2022 TLT pride crew?
Are you top bottom or switch (nona edition)?
Which name does Pyrrha call you?
*Please note that these quizzes are made by a freak who is friends with freaks and doesn’t fuck with trying to police other ppls shipping choices lmao.
#the locked tomb#TLT#gideon the ninth#nona the ninth#harrow the ninth#yeah i know these are all unhinged. u dont have to take them dw
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can you suggest fics with love confessions/first kiss
Hey Nonny!
It's not much, but I do have enough fics compiled for a new Love Confessions list! Check these out, and also have a look-see at my other lists below! I just recently posted Part two of my First Kiss list, so enjoy that as well!!
As usual, suggestions are welcome, friends!
LOVE CONFESSIONS Pt. 6
Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)
... / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / ...
Love Confessions Pt. 3
Love Confessions Pt. 4
Love Confessions Pt. 5
Christmas-Time Love Confessions
First Kiss (Updated March 24/23)
First Kiss Pt 2
The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, John’s Past, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.
A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Tobacco-Ash by Silvergirl (E, 11,475 w., 2 Ch. || No TRF AU || Cranky Sherlock, Alternating POV’s, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous John, Pining John, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, Bed Sharing, Sensuality, Cuddling, Touching) – A handsome academic approaches Sherlock about publishing his magnum opus on tobacco-ash in a prestigious scientific journal. Sherlock is quite flattered and flustered, and John’s nose is out of joint.In this little AU there is no Fall and no Mary. Instead, there is humor and smut. Truly a disproportionate amount of smut.
Both Sides Now by Silvergirl (M, 14,724 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TEH / Reunion Fix-It, Bed Sharing, First Kiss / Time, Undercover John, Couple for a Case, Assassin Mary, Big Brother Mycroft, Norfolk Coast, Angry John, First Kiss, Worried Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Alternating POV, Infidelity, Meddling Mycroft, Emotional Love Making, Matchmaker Mycroft) – Sherlock, undercover on the Norfolk coast, texts that he needs help; John is still seething after Sherlock’s gambit in the train car, and he refuses. When Sherlock goes missing, Mycroft sends John in to pose as Sherlock’s bit on the side.
The Slow Dance and Death of a Carbon Copy by batslikepastel (T, 15,576 w., 8 Ch. || Angst with Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Mental Health Issues, Mary is Not Nice, Idiots in Love, Eventual Fluff, Developing Relationship, Alcoholism, Love Confessions, BAMF John, First Kiss) – He hasn’t talked to Sherlock outside the bedroom since that first night. Today, though, when Sherlock painstakingly makes John’s favourite breakfast- eggs Benedict- he smiles delightedly and kisses his cheek. “Thanks, Mary.” The first sign of delusion.
Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.
Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.
Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Multiple Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being. Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series
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Shooting your shot (An Euijoo smut)
>> perv!Euijoo, stalking,( Is he considered a yandere?), praise kink, pet names, oral sex, sub!Euijoo, Euijoo embodies the "Don't bully me, I'll cum" meme (aka degradation), overstimulation, multiple orgasms
>> Synopsis: You never noticed him- but he always noticed you. And even though it scares him, he's going to try to prove his love to you. But things take a very drastic turn very quickly when he gets that chance
>> Word count: 5.1k
A/N: I had a lot of mental back and forth with this one and ended up saying screw it- it's a bit long so sorry about that- and now theres a part two- which can be found here
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Euijoo didn't think he would be the type to fall in love. Especially not this hard. How hard you may wonder? Well to the point that he's followed you from every class you had on campus, had lunch watching you, watched you at your job, and is now following you home.
It wasn't this bad at first, it was never meant to get this bad. At first, he thought it was a little crush. You passed by with your friends many years ago and he was instantly enchanted by you. Everything from your beauty, your smile, even the faint scent of your perfume as you passed by.
You both were in high school then, so of course he chalked it up to a silly crush and would move on, right? Well, that night he went home and looked you up on just about every platform he could think of and asked around about you.
Once he got your name, he etched it into every note keeper he had. Planners, journals, his phone, everywhere. He never wanted to forget a name so beautiful.
And when you followed him back on social media, he jumped for joy. Taking screenshots and printing them out- they still hang on the walls in his room.
Little things started to snowball into worse things. Watching you from a distance turned into learning what perfume you used when even you didn't remember the name. Holding the door for you became him learning your locker combination and studying your house keys to replicate( Although he never did use those-).
Helping you carry bags turned into keeping every piece of trash you tossed away that he could get his hands on. He spiraled so fast, he didn't even realize it.
The only somewhat good thing that came from trying to be noticed was his academic improvement. He wanted you to notice him so badly. Sports wasn't his thing, he wasn't brave enough to start a conversation and any friendly gesture seemed to be thanked like a random kind act.
So something Euijoo could do was study harder. Between watching you and daydreaming about you, he pushed himself into Valedictorian status seemingly overnight. Becoming the 'smart kid' on campus. You had to notice him then!
But by the time graduation hit, all he got was a "congratulations Euijoo!" and that was it. It would have devastated him completely, all that work for nothing. But you did know his name, and that made him happy. His only regret was that he didn't record it to listen to you saying his name every day.
So university was the logical next step. And with his high grades, he could get into just about any one he wanted to. No surprise it was the same one you started attending.
And although he had his own schedule to keep, every moment he was free, was dedicated to you.
Maybe to the point that he started to act even worse than he originally thought. You had attended a party with some friends and your guardian angel (Euijoo) had been watching in the wings.
Standing not too far away but close enough that he could still hear you without being noticed. Taking fake sips of his drink to blend into the crowd.
People had tried flirting or dating you before. But for some reason, it never worked out. They would always turn tail and leave before anything could happen. Was there something wrong with you?
No. You didn't notice it but Euijoo was the one chasing them off. When guys would approach you at parties, he would manage to corner them and threaten them out of talking to you or pay them off.
At this party, a man you clearly didn't know wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Euijoo could tell in an instant with the way you shrunk away from his embrace that you were uncomfortable.
It took everything in him not to go over there and pull on that man's hair, dragging him down to the ground and beating him within an inch of his life.
To dig his fingers in deep enough to make the man's scalp bleed, listening to him scream. The sound made his own blood rush. Would he decide to choke him, slowly taking the air out of him?
Possibly drag a knife into his skin all over his body, alternating between shallow and deep cuts until he died. Leaving a love letter to you in his skin so you would know who did this, who protected and loved you-
Euijoo's dark thoughts were cut off suddenly. He noticed you move quickly away from the stranger, looking around for a way to escape. And like a miracle, you both made eye contact.
A warm feeling blossomed throughout his chest at that moment. But he didn't have a chance to indulge and savor the moment. You quickly made a beeline for him, putting yourself under his arm and giggling.
This couldn't be real- you were touching him. You, his angel, his long-awaited love, were finally noticing him and touching him.
"Hey baby! There you are, I was wondering where you went!" Your eyes filled with a bit of panic as you looked at him. Silently pleading he would play along and get you out of this situation.
This was his chance, all these years in the making! He couldn't mess this up! Holding you tightly, he rubbed his fingers against your arm to comfort you- and himself. He still wasn't believing this was real. You fit so perfectly under his arm. You were so warm and just perfect.
"Yeah, I'm right here angel. I didn't want to bother you and your friends. Is something wrong?" His first words to you in years! Well, that wasn't 'thank you'.
Euijoo could still see the strange man lingering nearby. His usually soft and sweet eyes shot deadly daggers at this man. Like his soul evaporated away and left a demonic shell in its place.
He could see the man stagger. Seeming to try to put words together but scared and drunk- he just hobbled off like a dog with his tail between his legs.
Without a moment to spare, Euijoo turned to you, his sweet and reassuring smile back in an instant. You relaxed upon seeing it, sighing in relief.
"Thank you Euijoo. I was getting worried about that creep." Euijoo, Thank you Euijoo- You said his name again! Oh dear, he wanted to bounce off the walls and cherish this moment, he had to stay calm.
"N-no problem Y/n- Are you alright?" His tongue felt heavy but he had to speak. If he just stared, it would freak you out more. He was your prince, your hero, he had to be perfect for you.
You looked around the room with a slightly nervous glance before giving him a nod. "I think so. I am a bit unnerved though."
"Do you want to go home? I'll walk you back!" He almost bit his tongue- he couldn't come off too strong or desperate. So it surprised him when you nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, parties aren't really my thing anyway."
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Euijoo was more than happy to whisk you away. The two of you walked back to your apartment in mostly silence. To Euijoo, he was in heaven. Just the two of you, walking together in the quiet night. His arm still resting on your shoulder, his nose sniffing at your hair. Engulfing himself in the scent of your shampoo.
You couldn't tell what you were feeling. Euijoo was someone you had known for years so that brought you comfort. But you were never close. He was nice and one of the top students but that's pretty much all you knew.
But you did appreciate that he hadn't tried to kidnap you or something. The least you could do was try to speak-
"So Euijoo, how's life treating you? We went to high school together if you remember-"
He smiled and nodded. "Yes, we did! And I've been well, thank you for asking. How are you?"
A little conversation stirred up from there. Talking about after high school, work, family, all sorts of things. Euijoo purposely left out the details of all time he spent watching you or that he had known everything you mentioned- and more.
It was like talking to an old friend. There was something comforting in his presence. "So, have you had any relationships? Any girlfriends?" You teased, nudging him slightly.
While your laugh was beautiful, your words caused his jaw to stiffen. He wanted to go on a rant, but it was better to hold his tongue- A girlfriend?! No! The only girl for me is you! I would never touch another girl, because I am yours alone, just as you are mine. I was made for you and I would never break your heart like that!
"No, no girlfriends, guess I just don't have any luck haha!" He laughed it off making you gasp. "No luck? But you're great from what I know- unless you're secretly crazy or something."
Somehow you were unknowingly making this worse. Euijoo wasn't crazy, he was in love.
As you approached your apartment you could sense Euijoo getting nervous. Maybe he had something he wanted to say or was just tired.
"So um, do you wanna come in for a bit? Maybe get something to drink for my hero?"
This night was only getting better for him. He accepted your offer as you opened the door.
Your apartment was even prettier from the inside. Decorated with memorabilia from your life and little hints of your hobbies. It even smelled like you faintly. Lord only knows how badly his body and mind were reacting to all of this.
Both the pure and wholesome thoughts- thinking of your day-to-day life. You doing chores, singing to no one, or dancing around.
Even if he was there with you- all the hugs and kisses he would give you all day. Holding you, cooking for you, laying his head in your lap as you played with his hair. But his mind quickly started to drift to dirtier places.
Thinking of making love and bringing you pleasure all over this place. In the bedroom, in the kitchen, on the couch, tables, the bathroom- everywhere. Even the thought that you had touched the surfaces he was now touching had him heating up.
Euijoo must have blanked out, because the next thing he knew, you placed a cup of hot cocoa before him. "Ta-da! I hope you like it. I'm gonna go shower so you enjoy."
It surprised him. Had it been any other man, you would've been more cautious. But it seemed your childhood connection lowered your guard. He was grateful.
Euijoo tried to focus on the drink you offered him as he heard the shower water turn on. His mind was already racing with the images of your body as you showered peacefully.
He bit his lip harshly to try to make the idea go away. But the distant pit-pat of the water only egged him on. He never would peek in on you showering.
Instead, his feet took him elsewhere- into your room. It was glorious. Like the main space but smaller and so much more intimate.
Euijoo was honestly conflicted. Did he stay and indulge in this Heaven, or should he leave and stop this privacy invasion?
It stopped being a question as his fingers dragged along the furniture. Tracing what he had only seen from a distance, into a tangible reality.
He was shaking and bursting at the seams. He wanted to roll around on your bed, smell your clothes, read your journals- he was just ready to drown in the essence of you all around.
As he was lost in his head, he almost lost his balance as a sudden dip off the desk came from nowhere. Looking down, he found something he never thought he would. The dirty clothes hamper.
This, oh this was too much. The thought of rolling around and smothering himself in your dirty, sweat-filled clothing had racked his mind for years. Bringing up the most perverted thoughts and feelings in him.
He shouldn't feel this way. He needed to leave immediately. But the sound of the shower water still running filled him with a new sense of excitement. If you were still busy, he would have time…
Digging into the hamper, he found exactly what he was looking for. A part of Euijoo was quivering at this. Shouldn't he feel bad about this? Invading the most private places of yours.
But he felt like he earned this. Years of doing things for you, watching you, protecting and loving you- it was all rationalized to him. And it only melted him more as he buried his nose in your dirty panties and sniffed deeply.
The scent had him letting out a long moan. It was the best thing he had ever experienced. As if you had embraced him in such a deep and intimate way. He couldn't stop the drool that threatened to trickle down as he felt himself harden in his pants.
He had to have more. Getting lost in the soiled fabric, any sense of shame had melted away. Rubbing his face into the panties as little whimpers left him.
Anyone would think he was crazy or pathetic by this display. Especially as his hand desperately reached down and undid his belt. He had to get some relief for his strained member.
His breaths became shaky as he released his cock from his boxers, sighing in relief as the cool air touched it. It proved barely helpful. It all happened so fast.
One minute he's just sniffing dirty panties and now he's jerking off and rutting into his hand as he continues to bury his face into the fabric.
He was close, so close and he knew it. How pathetic of him. He could barely control himself as he stroked himself faster, his cares fading away.
Just as he felt his orgasm about to hit, a loud gasp cut him off. He turned and saw you- watching him with horror all over your face. Wet hair and a towel gripped tightly around yourself.
And yet, being caught didn't stop it from coming- if anything, it only made his orgasm more intense. His body shook as strings of cum shot out into his hand. His face flushed and his eyes glossed over.
"W-what- Euijoo what are you doing here?" He had no answer. Only noticed that you reached for the door handle.
"W-wait! Y/n wait I can explain!" Without another thought, he wiped his hand on his pants and tossed the panties to the side. His large frame corners you by the door.
But he didn't seem to be trying to scare you, instead, he seemed desperate. Falling to his knees as his eyes watered and he pleaded for you to listen.
"Okay! Okay! But you better have a fucking good reason for all this!" You couldn't believe this is what you were doing. He was clearly crazy or unwell and yet you didn't want to believe it.
The sweet Euijoo that came to your rescue, the valedictorian, the kind familiar face- there was no way he was in your bedroom, doing something so… perverted.
He lit up with that sweet and pure smile you had come to familiarize yourself with. Pointing to the bed, he seemed to understand and sat there, waiting patiently.
It reminded you of a dog obeying commands but you shook that thought. Digging through your dressers, you pulled out a large shirt and the taser you always keep in there for safekeeping. Stepping into your closet, you changed into the shirt and joined him. You decided not to bother with underwear in case you riled him up again with the thought.
As you sat down on the other side of the bed, you hid your weapon just within arm's reach and beckoned him to speak.
Suddenly you noticed his change in demeanor. He was neither sweet nor perverted here. He looked shy. His head lowered, eyes avoiding you, playing with his thumbs.
He seemed to debate heavily about what to say first. Starting and stopping repeatedly. A part of you wanted to give him his time to think but also you wanted answers.
"Will you hurry up already? I really don't have all night for this." It can out snappier than you planned but it caught his attention. A blush spread onto his face. Almost like instinct he had rushed to your side and was on his knees before you.
"Y/n I… I don’t know where to start… I never wanted you to see me like this but in some twisted way, I did." What- what in the world could that mean?!
"Go on then. Explain." You noticed he flinched a bit before continuing. "I… I've been in love with you since the day I met you. Every waking thought and idea was consumed by you and how I could get you to see me, to love me too-"
Oh… oh so he was stalking you or crazy. As he continued his insane love confession your feelings fluctuated from pity, to fear to even something you couldn't explain. Were you turned on by this?!
By the end of his rant, he was breathing heavily, and almost teary. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just wanted a chance to prove my love to you and I got carried away. I'd do anything, anything for you Y/n!"
"Wow… wow I don't know what to say. Euijoo this is so new. This is so weird."
A little whimper left his lips. Pushing his head against your bare leg. Oh no, he was pulling at your heartstrings. Any other man could try this and would instantly get kicked out.
"Okay! Okay fine! I'll let you prove yourself, but no putting your dick in me." Euijoo beamed a smile and nodded. "I promise I won't, I'll stop when you say so! No questions asked!"
You couldn't help but crack a smile. Euijoo's large hands rested on your thighs, pushing your legs open. His hands were warm and the cold air touching your core had you shivering.
Euijoo almost froze, this was perfect. Somehow you were giving him a chance despite the freaky situation.
Pushing your shirt up a bit, he was grateful for the lack of underwear. His eyes greeted with your beautiful folds, much more heavenly than he could've ever imagined.
After staring for a moment and drinking in the sight, he leaned in. His tongue touches your clit first. You both jumped in surprise but he quickly recovered. Taking his place on your pussy and starting to eat you out.
But after a few minutes, you couldn't help but feel off. Something was uncomfortable with whatever he was doing but you couldn't pinpoint what. It wasn't until he bit down a little too hard did you snap.
Your hand shot out and gripped his hair. Pulling back harshly to detach him from you. It was honestly surprising to hear a moan leave his lips when you did so but that could wait.
"What are you doing? Do you actually know what you're doing down there?"
Euijoo was confused but yet still feeling turned on by your grip and the demeaning look in your eyes.
"I-I thought girls liked that?"
You sighed. "Where did you hear that from, a porno?"
His face blushed all the way up to his ears. Of course, he did. Based on his confession, he had never actually been intimate before, only living in his fantasies.
"Euijoo, you can't take that as real advice."
"I-I can't? I thought it's where everyone learned…" Somehow he was adorable like this. So eager and yet, so clueless.
"Sure it is. If you're stupid. Are you a stupid boy Euijoo?"
His voice caught in his throat. He didn't know what to say. Was he… stupid? After all this, was he stupid?
"Answer me Euijoo. Are you?" You honestly thought he would deny it, maybe citing his academic achievements to counter your petty insult. But instead, he let out a whimper of a 'yes.'
"Y-yes I'm stupid. I'm so stupid. Please, teach me how to make you happy. How to please you- I'll do anything."
Something in you stirred. Was it his pleading eyes? His pathetic whimpers? His beautiful lips and the pout on them? You didn't know why but you were even surprised when you pulled him into you, smashing your lips together.
It was quite intense for a first kiss but it didn't matter. Your lips moved along his feverishly, only for him to respond just as eagerly. The two of you break away with swollen lips and heavy breaths.
"Fine, I'll teach you. But you listen to everything I say."
It wasn't a question. It was a command. And Euijoo was more than happy to obey.
You didn't wait for him to reply, instead spreading your legs a little wider and shoving his face into your pussy. Putting one of your legs over his shoulders, your hand never letting go of his hair.
"Now, you're going to be gentle. You're smart enough to figure out gentle, right?" Euijoo let out a feeble moan in response with a nod.
"Good. Now, lick." He seemed hesitant at first but he followed your instructions, his tongue poking out shyly before making contact with your folds.
Soft kitten licks brushed against your wet pussy. His nose brushed on your clit causing a chill to course through you. Even though you told him to be gentle, you couldn't help but want to grind your core against his face to get more pleasure.
But if you could take it slow, and actually teach him, this could be a long-term relationship of some kind. He already worshiped you, giving him an inside look at how to pleasure you would just benefit you both. Might as well make the best of this crazy situation.
Your grip on his hair tightened, making him moan. Pushing yourself closer to his face. "Okay- okay, you can lick a little more, especially on my clit, but don't bite."
Guiding him step by step was both a chore and yet exhilarating. Every time you spoke, he held onto your words and put them into practice.
Soon, he had gone from barely touching you to expertly playing with your soaking and twitching pussy as his fingers thrust inside of you. Your hips started grinding harshly against his face, spreading your juices on his face.
"Fuck, aren't you a good boy Euijoo? Doing exactly as I say, mhh, you make me feel so good." He couldn't speak but the hum against your pussy let you know he was happy with your praise.
Your free hand snaked up your shirt, playing with your nipples as you got closer to your orgasm.
You let yourself get lost in the rush, bucking your hips more to get closer before coming completely undone. Moaning and gasping as your orgasm came over you. Continuing to ride his face until your body had settled.
"T-that's enough Euijoo- go ahead and clean me up baby." Euijoo licked up your juices eagerly, removing his fingers as you let go of his hair. Patting his hair as you come back down from your high.
When you felt it was enough, you rested a hand under his chin, making him look up at you. His eyes were sparkling like he had an otherworldly experience. His face still messy and his lips were swollen.
"Heh, you're so cute Euijoo. Such a good boy for me aren't you?"
"Yes! I'll always be a good boy for you!" You leaned down and kissed him once again. The contact seemed to light him up inside.
Well, although you had found him in a compromising position earlier, and he did cum from it- you thought he was deserving of another one.
You kissed him again before guiding him onto the bed. Pushing him to lay back and started to pull at his pants.
Euijoo felt like he was on fire. Everything was happening so fast. Not only did you touch him, you kissed him, pulled his hair, made him hard, taught him how to eat you out and how wherever this was going.
You, his love, his angel, his everything. You were making his wildest dreams come true. Suddenly, all those years of watching and waiting were worth it.
His goofy smile remained as you pulled his pants off. Not realizing you had noticed his happy high. Feeling a bit mischievous, you grabbed his hard dick with a firm grip. Making him jump and open his eyes wide.
You only let out an innocent giggle as you squeezed a little harder, getting a yelp out of him. "Oh, that's such a pretty noise Euijoo. I wonder how much prettier you'll be when you're fucked stupid."
Wasting no more time, you took your hand and spit on it, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke him again. Moving your hand quickly from base to tip, brushing your thumb over his slit, and repeating the process.
Euijoo was quickly turned into a gasping and shaking mess. Stuck between wanting to close his eyes and keep them open to watch you.
His hips bucked and twitched and you loved the sight of it, soft moans and high gasps leaving his mouth. Watching him fall apart so easily in your hands was pleasing to you. This insane man was nothing but a shy, horny, and admittedly determined man.
It didn't take long before he came undone, cumming into your hands. Shaking and breathing heavily. But you weren't finished. You were nowhere near finished with him.
Before he could come down completely, your mouth had latched onto the tip of his cock. Taking him into your mouth without a second thought.
Licking up his cum from your hand before taking him back into your mouth. Euijoo yelped and whimpered as you worked. He was already sensitive and yet only wanted more.
Drowning in the sounds of your mouth, the movement of your tongue, the tightness of your throat. It was all so much. Maybe getting to be too much.
Sure he already felt another knot building in his stomach, but he was unable to keep his eyes open, shutting them tightly to stop the tears that wanted to fall.
Not quite sure if they were of pain or pleasure but he started to sob and shake as he came again. His cock sprayed almost recklessly and added to the mess as you pulled back.
You continued to stroke him but at a much slower pace. Euijoo couldn't think, his body only responding with shivers and mewls.
"How are you Euijoo? Do you feel good? Can you cum again? Hm? Just one more for me." You kissed the tears that had run down his face. He nodded. Yes, yes, anything for you Y/n.
"Good boy. Tap me if it's too much." And with that, you went back to his cock. Kissing along his belt line, moving to underneath his member, kissing and sucking lightly from base to tip.
His legs jerked and his little sounds turned to full-on cries of pleasure. Gasping, moaning, and borderline sobbing and you took him into your mouth once again.
His back arched and his fingers buried themselves in your sheets. Trying to ground himself in any way. Thrusting his hips up desperately as he chased his high.
You wouldn't admit it in any situation but you loved this. This beautiful man, crying, begging, and trying to fuck your mouth to cum one more time, all because you asked him to. He was wrapped around your finger and you didn't even have to try that hard.
His head was thrown back, gasping heavily as you could hear him pleading through his tears. "Please, please, mhh, wanna cum please!"
Just his words and the taste of him were enough for you. More than enough for you. Removing your mouth, you continued to stroke him at a furious pace.
"My sweet stupid boy Euijoo. Do you wanna cum? Is that what you want? Want to make me happy?"
He only nodded furiously, his body barely staying up as he cried out more pleas but they jumbled together into a tearful and whimper-filled rant.
"Go ahead baby, you earned it." With a couple of more strokes, he exploded. Another orgasm rippled through him. Hot strings of cum shot out of his tortured cock, tears ran down his cheeks and his vision became full of stars.
Your name fell from his lips on repeat as he came down. His sweet droopy lips and all the lewd words and sounds that came from them were music to your ears.
A smile stretched onto your lips as you took his hand, stroking your thumb along it to comfort him. He looked so beautiful. His mind clearly fucked out as cum covered his cock, legs, stomach, and your bed sheets.
Face flushed, eyes shut, and breathing heavily. You placed kisses along his cheeks, neck, and even on his lips as you praised him. "Good boy Euijoo. You did so well! I'm so proud of you!"
You comforted him with your words as you cleaned him up with your earlier discarded towel. Scooting up next to him, you held onto him, cradling him in your chest.
Placing kisses on his forehead as you kissed his tears and petted his hair. Whispering praises as he came back to normal. When his arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but chuckle.
How did you go from learning you had a stalker, a yandere possibly, to having him curled up in your arms as you whispered sweet words into his ear…
What did that mean for the two of you now? Who knew? But you were sure you heard him whisper "thank you" and "I love you Y/n" as he drifted off to sleep.
It warmed your heart in a way. Regardless of where you guys ended up, you would cherish this crazy little guy for now.
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If he’s immortal…
Maybe whenever some of the drama he’s caused under various identities starts to die down in academic circles he pulls out a journal and slides it next to his other ones that are preserved in some major university
It takes a while for them to be looked at again but when they are there’s a whole new book that makes everyone go crazy when the dating and handwriting are confirmed as matches for the others
He is honestly set for life because the can keep selling “newly discovered” journals from himself under various fake names that get more and more ridiculous as time goes on mixed in with his general chaos causing ways of just leaving one behind to be found.
This works well until the journal he was using to keep old love letters gets sold instead of one of the science ones and he never hears the end of it
#the elf talks#assassins creed#after literal centuries of drama surrounding both the medicinal and his love life he drops the real bomb: he’s been gay the whole time#depending on which ancestor is with him they either never stop laughing or hit him with ‘I told you so’s constantly
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I wonder if Flug ever knew Miss Heed/ Cecilia was rich.
Yes, I theorised that Flug knows.
In Flug’s journal notes, there were some hints that Miss Heed is a rich before it was mentioned in her book trailer that she was a millionaire, who was given a credit card at the age of seven or in Chapter 10 of The Risky Heist, that she has a private yacht and a wealthy dad helped bailed her out of prison.
One day she texted me at midnight, crying, telling me she needed help. I snuck out of my dorm in area B of the Institute, managed to sneak past the night guards, and made my way to her dorm in area C. She was at a window crying and I sat down with her and we talked, after a while she told me that me being there made her feel better.
However, this began to be a recurring event, that would happen at least 3 times a week, she would text me to come over and her mood would change radically every time I did. I asked her many times why she only wanted to complain to me instead of implementing any of the solutions I suggested but she just gave me the plane*, not literally, otherwise I would have been very happy.
(*Note: "gave me the plane" (daba el avión), is a Mexican expression meaning to ignore someone.)
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As shown, Flug mentioned that Cecilia “gave me the plane, not literally, otherwise I would have been very happy”. The way he casually says this as if he is not surprised she afford something as expensive as a plane without making a dent her wallet. So he probably knows as Miss Heed probably told him about her family background while they were in school.
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The second theory is a bit far fetched. Flug mentions that the are different dorm areas in the school. Flug is in Area B and Miss Heed is in Area C. Based on some of the students who enter the school from the BHO website, I theorised that there is a dorm hierarchy in the school which might hint Miss Heed is rich.
This is what I made based on the website:
Area A - Children of the most infamous and worst criminals who are Black Hat Organisation Members or possible heroes and students with hero families who wants to rebel and become villains (or just villains and normal citizens) that made contracts with Black Hat which enable them to get perks such as staying in the best dorm.
Area B - Scholarship students. Students who are got into this school due to their academic and sports scholarships. (Poor Flug might have to be in the same dorm area as his bullies.)
Area C - Students with wealthy families but without academic or sport scholarships, or evil families with ties and connections. (Miss Heed probably stays here because her father is wealthy and she didn’t get an academic scholarship for evil science as it was hinted in in Flug's journal notes that she was a lazy student before Flug tutored her and helped her become second best in class. In Episode 6 she appears to let her mind controlled simps do the fighting for her and when she is seen fighting crime the villains appar to have been mind controlled before she defeated them, so those photos of her doing heroic fighting appear to be fake, so she could not have gotten a sports scholarship.)
Area D - Students without wealthy families, academic or sport scholarships, or evil families with ties and connections.
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It was a neat little trick, the hypnotist's show. But it was still just a trick. No different than any of the other hundred of stage hypnotist videos buried on Weird Youtube.
What set her apart was that she was good. The hypnotist had only been in Romero for two weeks and she'd already fleeced enough Carpenter State students to fill a bus. When Sylvia sent her student operatives Tyler and Andrea to scope out her midnight show, they'd returned the next morning with light wallets, still half-tranced.
Now Sylvia had to see it for herself.
Things were always boring in Romero until they weren't. Sylvia had to find her pleasures in the moments in between, mostly playing with her students like dolls. In Madison, she'd discovered just how far she could take it, crafting a mind controller of her own design. But the hypnotist's experience presented an exciting new challenge.
Sylvia bought a ticket to her show in River City and found herself completely enthralled. The young woman was as beautiful as she was charismatic. Her silky Spanish accent melted into the mind as her words washed over the crowd. She had complete command of everyone, not just her participants on stage.
Of course Sylvia knew the grift. The crowd was as important as the players. The hypnotist spent her days on campus scouting for marks, passing out flyers to her show. She was a student of people above all else and she made sure to pack her audience with the weakest wills in Romero.
She spoke softly into the microphone, facing the crowd instead of the four participants sitting up on stage. She'd been working everyone since the start of the show, and when she spoke directly to her audience they all listened.
A chorus of "I hear and obey" echoed from the small auditorium's seats. Sylvia smirked.
The hypnotist let the crowd come to her, the hypnotized audience rising from their seats and emptying their pockets on the stage before her feet. Sylvia watched the scene unfold from her place in the back.
A neat little trick indeed.
The hypnotist was surprised when Sylvia approached her after the show, even if she wasn't quite a deer in headlights. It was more of a curious surprise. She'd observed Sylvia watching from the back. Not her ideal audience member. At first she feared that the older woman was a cop, but she didn't have the look. Intrigued, she accepted Sylvia's invitation for drinks.
Sylvia picked a place outside of River City near Romero's culture district. A quiet lounge just a few blocks from Carpenter State's campus. It was Sylvia's home field.
"So you really study mind control?" the hypnotist asked between a sip of Cognac.
"Oh yeah," Sylvia replied. "Seventeen years now."
"'Dr. Sylvia Fielding'," the hypnotist read from Sylvia's card. "I can't say I've heard of you."
"Do you read a lot of academic journals?" Sylvia asked.
"One or two," the hypnotist joked.
"Truth be told, my kind of research doesn't get published often. You won't find me on Youtube hypnotizing spring breakers on the boardwalk either."
"You're a serious person," the hypnotist shrugged. "So is this a friendly drink or something else?"
"What do you think?" Sylvia smiled.
"You saw my show from start to finish and left of your own free will. If I had to guess I'd say this is a shakedown. Or..." She paused for effect, Sylvia noting the way the hypnotist tapped her fingers on the table, her nails clicking rhythmically on its glossy surface. "You find me irresistible and just had to see me up close."
Sylvia laughed. "Let me ask you something." She pulled one of the hypnotist's flyers from her purse and read out loud: "'Ivy Deseo'—that's not your real name is it?"
"No. If you had a show like mine you'd use a fake name too. It's dumb but I always had a thing for Poison Ivy. I'm not afraid to invite the comparison. Men and women fall before me but the men—they really fall."
There it was again, the tapping.
"You prefer the women, don't you?"
The hypnotist cocked her head to the side in consideration. "I'm not a lesbian, Dr. Fielding. I just prefer the challenge. When couples attend my show I know I can have the men kneeling before me, but their girlfriends—with a little effort I can make them do anything."
"Anything?" Sylvia repeated.
Tap, tap, tap.
"You want to come back to my hotel room," the hypnotist said.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Yes," Sylvia whispered.
"A little higher," the hypnotist instructed, arching her back as she sank into the pleasure washing over her body. "Slower...more pressure..."
Sylvia whimpered as she obeyed, slowing the movement of her tongue into deliberate upward strokes over the hypnotist's clit. She could feel the woman's thighs tightening in her grasp. She was inching closer.
"That's right, that's right," the hypnotist moaned. "Yes, just like that. Just like...fuck! Fuck, you're a good mindless slut, aren't you? Oh God, yes!"
She came loud, a display no doubt meant to demoralize Sylvia further. Good sluts make their mistress scream.
Sylvia stood up from her position on the floor, raising her hand up to her dripping chin.
"Don't wipe," the hypnotist said. "I want to admire you all covered in me."
"Is that how you like it?" Sylvia asked. "Use me and discard me?"
"Not much use for anyone once I've had my fun."
"So disappointing," Sylvia pouted. "I really expected more from you."
The hypnotist pushed herself up on her elbows. "Wait, how..?"
"Stop," Sylvia commanded, extending the palm of her hand. The hypnotist froze in place. "We could have had so much fun together," she sighed, remembering the days when her will clashed with Madison's.
Disappointed, Sylvia took the hypnotist through the regular speech. "Submission is a natural state of being, your will is mine, yadda, yadda."
The hypnotist's accent faded as she responded to Sylvia's induction. "Yes, Mistress. I obey, Mistress. My body is yours, Mistress." A California girl, if Sylvia had to guess. A suspicion confirmed when she picked through the woman's wallet. She pulled a couple hundred for Tyler and Andrea.
The hypnotist's name was Alma Rodriguez. She was twenty-seven years old.
"Tell me everything about Alma," Sylvia commanded.
"What do you want to know, Mistress?"
"Do you have a partner?"
"My boyfriend," Alma said. "He books my shows and scouts audience members."
"When did you start hypnotizing people?"
"I began playing with audio files in high school. I was very good at it."
"Any education?"
"I dropped out."
"I'm sure we can still find a place for you in my office," Sylvia said.
"What do you mean, Mistress?"
"You're going to stay in Romero," Sylvia said. "I'll take care of the boyfriend."
"Anything for you," Alma said quietly, her eyes glistening in blank surrender.
"That's right," Sylvia smiled. "Now let's see what you can do with your tongue."
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How do i start again? with absolutely everything. how can i leave my past behind and become a new person? i don’t want there to be a single trace of the old me left.
Hi love! Hope that you’re doing ok. It sounds like you’re in a frustrating place in life, so I want you to know you’re not alone <3
Regarding your question: On a material/situational level, leaving your entire life behind in an instant is unrealistic (and would likely be to your detriment – most bigger decisions require some planning, readily-available resources, and strategic thought). For example, unless you’re planning on quitting your job or dropping out of school and moving to another city while cutting off contact with all of your family/friends and completing a full makeover overnight, this isn’t going to happen. I’m using an extreme example so you see how black and white your current thinking pattern is!
Start with baby steps and daily actions/habits to shift your mindset. Consider what about your current/old life is not serving you. What areas are you seeking to change or improve?
I would start with journaling about your current state of mind, what your first thoughts are when you wake up daily (in the present), and what you want to first think/say to yourself upon waking every morning once you “glow up.” Create two documents to create a life path intake/audit analyzing the current status, situations, and emotions pertaining to these core life areas, and then your idealized version of how these areas of life would look in your dream reality:
Career/Academics
Finances
Physical Health
Emotional Well-Being/Mental Health
Relationships (Family, Friends, Mentorship, Romantic/Sexual)
Personal Development
Hobbies & Leisure
Now, it’s time to look at what you wrote about your current and ideal/future realities side-by-side. Strategize how to bridge the gap by integrating/swapping out habits into your routine, doing shadow work, or writing/saying affirmations to yourself daily. Construct a new personal brand and a surrounding cult of personality to fit the person you strive to be. Put in the work, and fake it until you become it.
Some resources on building your self-esteem, personal branding, and cultivating habits for self-regard in all areas of life are linked HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, and HERE.
Hope this helps xx
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Stars of the New Horror Save Film: "You Know, You Should Have Stayed Your Black Ass Home!" The working title: "N*gga Noooo!"
Zuri Steffen (The Final Girl/The Virgin Stayin' In Her Lane Girl): She's the lovable, innocent one who minds her business, but people just insist on fucking with her. Yes, she has chafing friends and a shitty boyfriend, but she doesn't deserve death. Whatever someone else did, it don't effect her but that damn killer is obsessed. She just came to this abandoned cabin in the woods for a fun weekend. No, she does not drink or do drugs, but who else will be the designated driver. She might die last.
Luke Harper (The Jock/The Ex-Boyfriend): He didn't keep it in his pants; love - in fact - did not bring him home last night. Now, he's the ex still chasing those NFL dreams. Always the leader and making those dumbass decisions that might get somebody killed. He loves proving he's strong by asking random bitches to jump on his back for rides - not always on his back. He might die first.
Janelle Gaines (The Bad Girl/The One on Her THOT Shit): She is the sex-positive one who loves fucking. It's as simple as that; she has no shame. She copied Left Eye and wore a condom eye patch throughout college. She gave a fake ass apology when bestie caught her with her legs around Luke's neck. Bestie kinda forgave her, but everybody knows she's still fucking Luke. She might die first.
Titus Rawkis (The Academic/The Ex's Best Friend): He's the brother of the bestie; different Daddies - same Mama. He's simply a genuinely good dude with this velvety voice and piercing eyes. He has a journal to write poetry in, and he acts like he doesn't know he's a walking panty dropper. The most successful of the group. He should be working - yes, even on the weekends - but he let his homie convince him to come party in the woods. He might die last.
Darion Hayes (The Sceptic/The Half-White Friend): He's smart enough to know demons and ghosts aren't real. He's cracking jokes whenever someone is frightened of the bumps in the night. He's not wise enough to stay his ass out of those damn woods. Luckily, his "medication" keeps him calm and mellow as his friends randomly disappear. This is the clown that will suggest splitting up when the power goes out (it's his white side). He might die first.
Shari Mullin (The Killer/The One Who Set This Whole Thing Up): She was the ugly duckling and had a glow-up after college. With her elephant brain, she kept detailed records of everybody who fucked with her in order from pettiest to most extreme. Throughout the years, she wormed her way into the friend group, and now she's ready to get her revenge. She might die...somewhere.
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June 1891 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (part 8)
Part 8, full master list and descriptions here
Warnings: Solomon death, Anne Leaving so Angst and death
Word count: 2000
And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it
Her first year attending Beauxbatons had gone incredibly. From loving the school grounds, making friends with her classmates, as well as loving her professors. Upon entering the school she’d been sorted into the same house as her father had been in: Ombrelune. When she wrote to Sebastian telling him the news he admitted that she might have had a chance of ending up in his house after all, since Ombrelune is known for Ambition as well as Intelligence, despite suspecting her desires for knowledge to be the key reason she ended up there.
They had briefly seen each other during Yuletide and Hogmanay given they both were back home for the holidays, and spent most of it catching up on lost time. She was surprised to learn that a student started Hogwarts as a 5th year - a boy transferring from the school in America due to unknown reasons - and that he had befriended Sebastian.
Sebastian told her about how the new student had a unique connection to ancient magic, and that he’d been attempting to help Sebastian locate a cure for Anne, given the girl had fallen much more ill since she left.
Had she not been so fascinated by academic pursuits and hadn’t known him for so long, she might’ve been concerned when he explained how the new 5th year, himself and Ominis went into Salazar Slytherin’s secret scriptorium, and discovered an old journal detailing artifacts. Having taken care of Anne herself, and seen the girl wither away literally in front of her own eyes, and understanding Sebastian’s fears of being left alone, she was more caring towards the matter than others. She knew deep down, if it was her in the situation, she likely would do the same…
Solomon, sick of hearing about it, had all but kicked Sebastian out when she got home. It surprised her when he knocked on her mother’s door, asking for a place to keep warm during the night since Solomon not only banished him from the house, but also confiscated his wand.
Ever since that moment he’d found refuge in her home when he visited Feldcroft. The holidays had been wonderful, but not long enough. Every morning Sebastian would wake up with her younger brother, the two coming out of their room since her mother was insistent the boy was too old to be sharing a room with a young lady like herself, before they’d both help out with the younger kids in the house.
She shouldn’t have been surprised at the boy’s easy ability to deal with younger children, especially considering how kind he had always regarded her despite them having few years between them in age.
When it was time to return to school he gave her a large hug and a promise to keep writing and updating her as the search for a cure got closer to answers. He spent much of his free time in Feldcroft with her attempting to crack the coded language the journal was written in, the two getting further to answers around the time to leave.
She hadn’t returned to France without anything. Sebastian, annoyed with his Owl’s reluctance to go to another country frequently, searched for better alternatives to communicate. This came in the form of an enchanted mirror he found exploring a tomb nearby. The mirror was broken, with the shard of it nearby. Sebastian discovered that the shard and the mirror were still connected despite being broken. Gifting her the broken mirror - elaborately encased in a golden frame that was lovely, he kept the shard inside his pocket watch.
They’d used it for months after as he continued exploring answers for his twin. He told her how he found a relic that could reverse dark magic curses inside a tomb near the hamlet, and that Solomon was going to leave Feldcroft. She got so worried every time she’d catch him looking into the shard, the two of them quietly whispering into the glass in their beds after hours to each other. She cared less about Sebastian going too far, and more about him winding up hurt in the process. Regardless, she continued to stand by him, even when Solomon started to get more and more aggressive and downright violent. Even when Anne begged Sebastian to stop, she continued to be the only voice in his life saying that she understood his intentions and was there for him regardless.
Things had gone dark right before the school year ended. When word reached Beauxbatons that Hogwarts had been attacked by Goblins, she panicked, staring into the mirror for hours on end, hoping he was okay. He stopped returning her letters, no matter how many she sent. Her owl was still delivering them, but he never once responded. Sebastian had never left her hanging that badly without a word. The moment she made it back on UK soil she couldn’t get home fast enough. Storming into the hamlet the second she got to a floo flame, she went rushing, neglecting her mothers open arms instead demanding to know where Sebastian was and what was wrong. Her mothers sad eyes looked towards the home and she tore off without warning.
As she approached the home she saw a freshly dug grave outside, immediately feeling sick to her stomach. It couldn’t be Sebastian.
When she was finally close enough to read it she almost sobbed in relief reading “Here lies the body of Solomon Sallow, loving brother and uncle”. Rushing back to the home she could tell that someone had occasionally moved about the space, and the old trunk Sebastian used at school was inside but there was no sign of Anne. Her things were gone, as were Solomon’s. Nor was there a sight of Ominis Gaunt - the Twin’s friend who often would already be in the hamlet instead of with his family.
On the kitchen table she found a note, addressed to Sebastian from Anne, and had she not been so worried she probably wouldn’t have read it. However, with the lack of word and the fact his uncle was dead and no sign of Anne she disregarded the respectful way to proceed:
Sebastian,
Too much has happened. I needed to get away from here for a while.
I miss Uncle Solomon.
I need time.
I will always love you, but I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.
Anne
What could the girl mean? How would she even be well enough to be on her own? What happened to Solomon Sallow? Who’s tears had stained this letter?
Setting it down she left the home, taking the short walk to the fields and the pasture. All of the animals were accounted for and she couldn’t find Sebastian working. She only knew one other place he’d likely be.
Heading towards the willow she was relieved seeing him laying under it, a stack of letters in his lap and the handkerchief she’d given him the night Anne was cursed clutched in his hands.
“You’re alive” she sobbed, rushing forward only for him to barely glance up at her.
He didn’t say anything as her small arms wrapped around his body. He didn’t make a move to remove her, nor did he move to return the hug.
“We heard about Hogwarts being attacked and you stopped responding. I was so worried. My mum wouldn’t tell me anything and I saw Solomon’s grave… Sebastian what happened?” she asked and he shook his head.
“You’re starting to scare me Seb-” she started and the boy raised his voice, something he’d never done in front of her before, much less at her.
“Good! I should scare you. Who I am, what I’ve done should scare you. How you can even stand to look at me - the way you’re looking at me right now, as if we are somehow still friends, after all the horrible acts I’ve committed… you should hate me!” he seethed and had she not been so worried as to why he was acting this way she might’ve been overcome with fear and run away. However she was not the scared little girl he’d met two years ago. She was now much older, and much more confident.
“Sebastian… your uncle… did you…” she trailed off. She remembered the anger he had at Solomon’s intent on hiding Anne from her twin, and leaving Sebastian orphaned and alone. She remembered the book’s warning of a dark sacrifice and she wondered for a moment if Sebastian would’ve knowingly sacrificed his uncle to save his sister.
“It all went so wrong” he cried out before burying his head in his hands, sob tearing from his throat as he shook.
“Sebastian you went to the tomb didn’t you. With Anne and that relic. What happened?” she asked, finally piecing it together. The note from Anne, the grave, the pieces of information he’d told her.
“I went there, started to use the relic. Ominis agreed to get Anne there. I don’t recall much when I first started to use the relic but I was easily able to raise an army of inferi, as well as control them. The new 5th year arrived, and just when he did my Uncle showed up, destroying the relic before attacking us. He threatened to go to the headmaster and get us expelled, possibly even thrown in Azkaban. He promised me that I was never going to see Anne again and I don’t know, I just snapped. My uncle hurled a few dozen of the unforgivables at me in anger, and I returned them. Suddenly he fell to the floor the same time Anne arrived. She destroyed the book and fled with his body. I haven’t seen her since. But he’s gone. Because of me…” he explained somewhere between the tears as she stared at him, shocked.
“Sebastian, your uncle attacked you. He threatened you. He might’ve killed you. You acted in self defense” she tried to reason but he shook his head.
“No. No I didn’t. I had to want him dead. That’s the thing with the unforgivables. You have to mean them. I just kept thinking how awfully he’s treated me. How poorly he speaks of my father. How much he’s terrorized even you. I wanted him dead. And now he is… it’s my fault it all went so wrong…” he cried and she tried to calm him the best she could but there was no signs of him stopping.
“And I did it all for nothing. I didn’t cure Anne. Turns out it wasn’t even a Goblin that cursed her: just a dark wizard named Rookwood… she’s out there, possibly dead already and I’ll never be the wiser. Ominis said he knows she’s fine and safe but she refuses to speak to me. They both agreed that the guilt I’ll have to live with is enough, so they aren’t turning me in for murder… that’s one good thing I suppose, but a small part of me thinks I deserve it.” he said bluntly and she shook her head no.
“Sebastian… I am so sorry for what happened…” she tried to reason and he interrupted her again.
“You should be repulsed by me. I killed my own Uncle for Merlin’s sake. How do you not think I am a dreadful person?” he asked.
“Because I know you Sebastian Sallow. You are kind, far too kind for your own good. You had no reason to be so gentle and welcoming to a little girl like myself in a strange land. You made me feel safe after my father died. You knew where I’d be after Gran passed. You are so intelligent and wise. You care so profoundly for your loved ones. We all make mistakes, albeit this is a large one, but that’s not who you are. You’re my best friend…” she said looking down as she ran a hand up his arm.
Sebastian looked at her, shocked by her words. He looked back at her tree, the one she sprouted upon getting her magic.
“You once accused me of running away, leaving you…” he said quietly.
“And you haven’t. Not once.” she explained and the dam broke. He pulled her close, burying his face in her shoulder.
“Please don’t leave me. I don’t have anyone left.” he cried.
“Sebastian, I shall always be with you, even when life puts up an ocean apart. I am always going to be your friend. As you will always be mine.”
“Promise me” he all but demanded without looking up and she just shook her head in response.
They sat there for a long time, and she watched the branches of their hideaway sway, letting the boy grieve as long as he needed.
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Fake Fake Dating
It's day 24 of @taznovembercelebration! I got the prompt "tradition" and also added "promise" as a bonus. This hinges on the deep lore I have for the annual Jenga tournament, it's a whole thing but you'll get the gist.
Read below or on Ao3 - find yesterday's here
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“Explain it one more time.” Kravitz asks, because he’s still not entirely convinced that he’s understanding.
“Fake.” Taako looks at him expectantly.
“Yes, that’s not the bit I’m struggling with Taako. It’s more the second bit that’s tripping me up.”
“Fake dating? You cannot tell Taako you don’t know the concept, it’s a trope for a reason.”
“It’s not confusing me in isolation.”
“Then what’s the problem? You get the first bit, get the second big, it’s all gravy baby!” Taako smiles easily, like everything he’s saying makes perfect sense. Like he knows that Kravitz is going to cave in anyway.
He’s right, is the problem, but Kravitz can be stubborn too, he can last a bit longer before he gives Taako everything he wants.
“I’m confused about the whole thing all in one, the need for fake fake dating. It’s been what… like a few months now?” Kravitz knows that it has been precisely eight months and three days and hmmmm, six hours. Give him 10 minutes and he can probably crack the seconds too, but he’s still worried that Taako might bolt if he gives any indication that he cares that much. “So why don’t we just, you know, tell your friends we’re together?”
“Isn’t this more fun?”
“No.” Kravitz says without thinking, because if he’s fake-fake dating Taako he’s got to think of a whole character and rehearse, and that’s going to take up valuable Taako time. Taako time which could be better used. Much better used. Running lines was a poor use of both of their mouths.
“It’s like a fun sexy roleplaaayyyy.” Taako bounces his eyebrows alluringly.
“You know how badly that went last time.”
“Look, Taako royally boned that one, cha’boy should have known you were too much of a nerd to respond well to sexy professor telling you you failed a paper.”
“It’s just that I work really hard and I would never have left it to the last min…”
“I know, bones, I know. But this time I’ll be your sexy fake boyfriend - no academic assessment involved.”
“But you’re my sexy not-fake boyfriend right now.” Kravitz kisses Taako’s shoulder to illustrate that fact.
“Oh, boyfriends, are we?”
Shit. This wasn’t how Kravitz was going to ask that. “Er…” He freezes. Maybe if he just stays really still Taako will forget he’s there.
“Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn’t want to be saddled with me.” Before Kravitz can say anything to try and show Taako precisely how ridiculous that statement is, Taako snuggles closer in and proclaims: “Taako Tacco: sexy boyfriend. It has a ring to it.”
Kravitz laughs and presses a kiss to Taako’s head. Thank the lady. He’s wanted to ask for months, eight of them (and 3 days and 6 hours…).
“So about the fake fake date?”
“Did you just agree to be my boyfriend so I’d agree to be your fake fake boyfriend?”
“Don’t make Taako get his journal. Cha’boy’s been moping, pining, longing.”
Kravitz shuts him up with a kiss, he knows from experience that Taako can soliloquise when left to his own devices.
“So.” Says Taako, into Kravitz’s mouth. “Fake boyfriends?”
Kravitz pulls back and sighs. “You’re the worst.”
“You signed up for this.”
“And I’d do it again. I’ll be your fake fake date on one condition.”
“Shoot.”
“Why don’t you want to tell them?”
“It’s none of their fucking business.” Taako says, too fast.
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Honestly, for realsies? I just think it’ll be really funny.”
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“How did we meet?” Asks Kravitz, legs kicked up in Taako’s lap.
“You forgot?”
“No!” Kravitz is never going to forget. “I mean, how did fake us meet?”
“Same way?”
“He came to my job and tried to fight me and I thought he was stealing?”
“I maintain it was the quickest way to get you on top of me.” Taako grins without making eye contact, works his thumbs deeper into the knotty muscle in Kravitz’s calf.
“You…” Kravitz sighs. There was no point rehashing it. “Is that the story you want me to tell your sister and very closest friends?”
“Absolutely not, homie. Taako did all the legwork, he’s telling it.”
“We could pick literally anything else.” Kravitz thinks of their eyes meeting across a crowded room, a meant-to-be bump into each other at a party, a confused coffee order…
“Why would we?”
Kravitz leans back into the cushions and closes his eyes. “Good point. It was perfect.”
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“Does Lup know?”
“Nope.” Taako doesn’t look up from the pot he’s stirring.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell her?”
“Yep.” Taako pauses, keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the stove. “If she wanted to know about my life she shouldn’t have moved to the other side of the country.”
“Okay love, you don’t have to tell her.”
“Love?”
Kravitz freezes.
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“Can I bring something?” Kravitz asks, raising his voice so Taako can hear him.
“What would you bring?” Taako opens one eye to look at Kravitz, slowly rotates on his pool float.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been to a jenga world championship before, and here’s your drink.” Kravitz holds out the most ridiculous glass he could find in the kitchen. He added a little umbrella and a squiggly straw as well as two kinds of fruit on the rim and a trifecta of cherries on the umbrella stick.
Taako laughs as he sees the proffered glass, throat tipped back, hair trailing in the water. Kravitz wants to reel him in, pull him from his unicorn shaped float and distract him for a few hours.
“Just bring your handsome self, my guy… and maybe some goggles?”
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
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“What should I wear?”
“Clothes are traditional, I believe.” Taako slides a hand up Kravitz’s chest. “Although Taako’s not opposed to you deciding to break tradition…”
“Taako! I’m not meeting your sister and your friends with my dick out.” Kravitz leans back against Taako’s chest, inviting his hands to glide lower.
“But you could meet me with your dick out right now.”
Kravitz snorts. “I think that’s your worst come on yet.”
“Did it work?”
Kravitz turns and kisses him.
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Kravitz holds the tray of goodies Taako made and the drinks holder he brought - a mix of wine and fancy non-alcoholic options and tries to concentrate on not dropping them as Taako rings the bell. Taako, his fake boyfriend. His definitely not real boyfriend.
As soon as the door opens Taako is hoisted into Magnus’ arms, Kravitz knows him from the photographs. “Taako!”
“Nice to see you big guy. This is my boyfriend…”
“Kravitz!” Magnus puts Taako down and rushes to try and scoop Kravitz, settling for an awkward half hug when he sees how much Kravitz is carrying.
“How do you know Kravitz?” Taako asks.
“Well you’re always talking about him.” Magnus shrugs.
“And you have those pictures of him.” Adds Merle, appearing from behind Magnus’ legs.
“And he’s been in the background of about 50% of the times I’ve video called you in the last 6 months, Goofus.” Taako is running before Lup’s done speaking.
Maybe Kravitz won’t have to pretend he’s not not dating Taako tonight. Maybe he can just be Taako’s actual boyfriend.
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