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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Offer me the deathless death”

Andromache the Scythian x Female Reader

request ( found here ) by @nightly-polaris

|･ω･) go wild, you said and go wild, i did. i included as much of the provided details as i could. hopefully, you’ll find it agreeable

cw : 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // ✂️ ✂️😼 // overstimulation

casually quoting hozier for all my andromache fics. that fight scene on the plane and the way she grabbed nile by the jaw tho 😩 wanted to incorporate it in a fic ever since i saw it, and fucking finally did

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Hallucinations. A fever dream.

Anything but reality is what you tell yourself, and what a job you have been doing thus far! Fantastically foolish if nothing else. Cocooned in a bubble of lies that spill forth none other than your lips, and illusions that are carved by your very mind itself, you harbour not a droplet of doubt that the reality in front of your eyes is nothing but bona fide.

People after all are the most masterful at fooling themselves.

Ensnared in a web of deceit weaved by your fingers lie no hapless preys, but you, yourself, who revel in the sweet taste of false security as you do in the richness of the creamy warm chocolate drink that coats your tongue.

Even though business in your shop today is notably satisfactory if not the most profitable, it is not the digits that matter to you the most. Your little shop is borne purely out of your profound passion and desire; obligation is out of the picture. It is where you feel the most at home, doing what you love while bathed in the aroma of freshly ground coffee and cocoa.

Amidst brewing a cup of americano as per the order of a customer with stylish sun-glasses and a striking jawline, your dress is accidentally soiled. Little do you know, the scatter of black and bitter constellations along the pristine white of your sleeve is merely the dawn of a darker, more bitter happening.

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Finding you has been relatively easy.

When the familiar dreams begin plaguing her usually dreamless nights, a telltale sign of a new immortal on the horizon, Andromache has half a mind to ignore them altogether. Had she not seen the places that stoke recognition amongst the wild tapestry of images, she certainly would have. But alas, her target, as it so happens, is no stranger to her. By no means does the Scythian know you. Nor you, the Scythian. New immortals bring together with them an assortment of risks, one of them being the exposure of their secret. It is with such knowledge in mind that Andromache feels obliged to set out for you despite her reluctance. You living in the neighbourhood of her temporary place of residence only makes the search all the more convenient.

Being a warrior for many a millennium has developed a vast array of tactical traits into personal trademarks. Those that once upon a time had had to be mindfully exercised, now occur as easily and effortlessly as breathing, involuntary more often than not. Beneath the dark shades of a spectacle perched on a well-defined slope of a nose lies a pair of sage green eyes, scanning the vicinity of wherever she goes like an eagle on a hunt. They have landed on it then, during her visit to a store, standing adjacent to it is a cafe in the name of “Trouvaille”. The Scythian is not one to be easily intrigued, but what a lie it would be to say that the charming building with its vintage air and curious name had not tickled her fancy. Or its owner whom she has noticed is all sweet smiles and dulcet eyes.

Eyes which she has only seen from afar then, now she stares directly into them. Protected by the shades, the intense greens study you with brazen openness, roaming all over your frame, from the tiny clips that decorate your cascading hair like colourful Christmas lights to the butterfly pendant that dangles from a simple silver chain, hovering directly above the dip of your throat, from the little flower prints on your dress, the skirt of which softly caresses your thighs, to occasional glimpse of seemingly soft flesh that teases the Scythian, left uncovered by a pair of white thigh-highs.

It is retrieving you that is the hard part.

Immediately upon arrival, Andromache has read your features for perhaps a trace of recognition. You paying the Scythian a visit in her dreams can only mean one thing after all: that she, too, must have appeared in yours. Yet, no widening of your eyes greet her, only a smile that does not waver.

“Hi, welcome to cafe Trouvaille. What can I get you?”

“Americano will do. Hot.”

Beside the fact that it is broad day light, a few people roam the place. As capable as Andromache is of manhandling you, it is not in her best interest to attract attention. The situation calls for patience. Rushing will spell only more trouble at best. Wait she must, and so, wait she does.

Leisurely, the Scythian sips her coffee, studying you periodically as she does so. It is after some minutes have ticked by, the cup of coffee sitting on the table, empty and cold, that she decides to fish a book, leather-bound and well-worn, out of her backpack. Thumbing through old pages, Andromache spends the better part of the wait indulging in literature, until one by one, people start trickling out of the shop.

In due time, it leaves only the Scythian and you.

The sky has taken on a deep orange hue by the time she stands to approach you. She eyes you surreptitiously, and upon confirming that she is not at the receiving end of your attention, the Scythian moves to lock the door. Ever the diligent wielder of caution, she does not forget to flip the little dangling plate. The letter “We’re closed.” that is carved into the wood will help ward off potential visitors.

Even as she walks towards the counter, you do not seem to notice her for you are kept occupied by the book in your lap, fingers busy scribbling onto paper. It is the tinkle of porcelain on marble as she drops the cup and saucer atop the counter that finally has your eyes zeroing in on her. She watches you watch her. Backdropped by the sunset with her shades finally tucked away into the pocket of her jacket, the sight of the Scythian brings about a subtle shift in your mien. Although fleeting, the furrow of your brows that must have been imperceptible to others, does not go unnoticed.

“Hello, again. I hope you’ve had a good time.”

The smile that you give her is sweet, if not the most genuine.

“Why don’t we save the pleasantries, hm?” The smile that touches her lips, in contrast, has a hint of sourness. “You’ve seen me before.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t believe I have.”

Your answer only brings about a twofold increase in the Scythian’s irritation. Judging by the slightest delay in your response, she knows that you are well aware that she has not meant it as a query, and so, she says as much.

“It wasn’t a question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

The adamant denial from you has strong, slender digits tightening around the strap that is slung over one shoulder.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? You died, and then you woke up, saw a bunch of people you had never seen before in your dream, including me.”

“But, that was- No. Surely it was-.”

“Look, kid-” Forming into a thin line are Andromache’s lips as she takes a moment to compose herself, slowly huffing out an exhale through flared nostrils. “-I know you’ve got questions but I need you to come with me first.”

“No. No, I don’t think so. This isn’t real. None of this is real. Leave, please. I need you to leave.”

Lips that slowly curl into a smirk and a chuckle that comes out dark and dangerous. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”

Battered boots that come to rest just shy of polished loafers.

“You know…your folly is, dare i say, commendable. Reality is not just something you can rewrite, and yet, you managed an impeccable job of tricking yourself into thinking what you believe to be the truth is the truth.”

One foreboding frame that looms like a predator and the one that cowers like a cornered prey.

“Alas, I almost feel bad for shattering your little illusion. But then again, I’ve done a great many questionable things in my life having lived as long as I have. What significance would it make to add another?”

“What I saw in my dream. They really happened.” It is a question albeit not being voiced like one. The Scythian does not find the need to answer. Why bother when the answer already lies in your hand?

At her silence, a look of horror dawns on your features. “You’re a murderer. You and your friends. I’ve seen them. I- I’m not- I can’t.”

“Oh darling, a rose without thorns is but a weed, easy to be plucked, to be trampled on. You’re one of us now. You will come with me whether you like it or not, and you will do so this instant.”

Every single step you hesitantly take back is met with an immediate footfall of boots as they fall right onto the place that your loafers have just vacated. It goes like this for a while, you actively ruining the close proximity, and Andromache rectifying it, until there is nowhere for you to flee, and your hips collide with the counter edge.

“Why me?” She parries your plea with a nonchalant shrug, face impassive. “Beats me.”

“Please, I-” Tears glisten in your eyes, murmuring beseechingly. “Let me go. I can’t kill. I know nothing about fighting.”

While her hands grip the counter on either side of your waist to cage you in strong arms, her lips lower to the shell of your ear, breath warm as she speaks. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. You can kill. In fact, anyone can. You just have to listen to me.”

“No! Let me go! I don’t want-” Yells dissolve into a yelp by way of digits seizing your jaw.

“I’ve gone out of my way to exercise great forbearance, but it is running terribly thin. It would do you well not to try it any further.” She husks threateningly, feeling the softness of your cheeks giving under the roughness of her battle-hardened fingers. Salty droplets drench her digits as tears start spilling in rivulets down your cheeks.

“Go on, bite me with those baby teeth. Scratch me with your little paws.” She taunts. “Why, would you look at that! All bark and no bite. How pathetic.”

It is as she says this that your teeth sink into the palm that is pressed tightly against your mouth. The unexpected retaliation has her stance faltering, and although you manage to break free from her bodily confines, the Scythian, being far more nimble and dexterous, hardly has to break sweat in recapturing you.

“You're a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? Two can play that game, although don’t say I didn’t warn you. Breaking men, after all, is considered one of my fortes.”

Wrists locked behind your back in her iron grip, and body bent over the marble counter, Andromache revels in the quavering of your body beneath her own as one wicked hand, like a sneaky serpent, slowly slithers up your thigh.

“Are you-” A whimper flies past your lips when your arms are pulled taunt, shoulders craning uncomfortably. And then, she yanks, hard and unforgiving, until you are forced onto your feet, back colliding with her front. “Are you going to kill me?”

Andromache cannot help but laugh at your question, a rich throaty sound that brings about the erection of soft little hair on the nape of your neck.

Your wrists are released at the cost of your cheeks bearing the brunt of her ire as rough fingers dig into your flesh. They flee from their cage between the two of your bodies to take sanctuary on her forearm, soft fingers grasping the sleeve of her jacket. “Where’s the fun in killing you when I can just have my way with you, hm?” Her hold around one of your thighs remains unrelenting while the hand on your jaw coerces you into craning your neck. Your head rests on her chest with a grunt, and you drown, held spellbound by the intense green of her eyes. “I’d rather enjoy the view of you crumbling beneath me than watch you bleed out only to come alive again.”

Although it douses you in shame, you have to admit that you are not entirely immune to the woman. How can you when she oozes charisma, frighteningly beautiful even as she looms over you with all the grandeur of a great menacing panther.

And then, too many things happen all at once; fingers that crawl into a forest of hair to grab a fistful, with a yank to the side, a throat that is bared for the predator above to conveniently sink her teeth into, the frenzied little flutter of a pulse beneath the flat of a warm tongue, chocked sobs that dissolve into a strangled gasp as a cold hand journeys into the waistband of an underwear.

Previously, your hands have found home on her thighs, fingers grappling fabric, but upon feeling wandering digits inside your underwear, one of them flies towards the offending hand, locking around a wrist.

“N-no. You can’t.”

“You would do well to remember that I am in control here.”

The Scythian’s growl is not only heard, but also felt on your skin as teeth nibble, mouth suck, and lips soothe the stings that afterwards will linger on your body in the form of dark blues and bright reds.

Horror and humiliation dance a wild tango whereas fingers waltz delicately along your folds, a condescending tsk echoing off your nape when they come away wet. Betrayed and backstabbed by your own body, mortification colours your face as not one but two of her sizeable digits sink into your heat with little to no effort. Although sudden, it does not hurt, though it stings, leaves you breathless still. Dewdrops bloom on your lashes and they drop down your cheeks when fingers in your core bury knuckles deep, abuse your tightness. You feel them in the very depths of your body, filling you so deliciously that when they wiggle so much as a little, it is more than enough to sucker-punch a breath out of your lungs.

Between her hot mouth kissing your neck all rosy and sore, her fingers cleverly caressing your insides, and her hand toying with your breasts beneath your dress, it is no surprise that your undoing greets you with a tidal wave of pleasure.

It is, however, a surprise to find yourself being shoved back-first onto the table, legs being pulled wide by fingers twining round your thighs. You are still suffering through a series of aftershocks from your first orgasm when her mouth attaches itself to your quavering folds, that wicked tongue immediately slithering into your hole. It does a cruel little nudge and your fingers wind up entwined in her hair. Instead of a reproach, it is a hum of satisfaction that you earn as the Scythian grabs a handful of your buttocks and devour you like a starved man.

By the seventh one, you are well beyond exhausted, brain foggy courtesy of being fucked into oblivion, and body agonisingly sore, littered with deep hues and teeth marks. Somewhere between third and fourth, if you recall correctly, she has stripped you bare, bar your thigh-highs, and completely rid herself off clothes, magnificent muscles coming into display. You have ogled them with barely restrained awe until your attention is swayed elsewhere by her mouth leaving traces of herself all across the expanse of your body.

Now, once again, you marvel at them, entranced by the impressiveness of her muscles that ripple with every roll of her powerful hips.

You barely recognise the face that is staring right back at you, reflected in the surface of sea green eyes, or the sounds that are oozing out of your lips. Sweat clings to the forehead of the woman towering over you as it does to yours. One of your legs is slung over her shoulder, and the other lies limp and useless between her thighs, as she rubs herself into your core with wild abandon.

“I- I can’t. Too much. It’s too muc- ah!”

“Yes, you can.”

She has taken the hand that goes to rest on one of her hipbones only to weave her fingers with yours. Now, they hover in the air, tightly intertwined, suddenly made much tighter by the white knuckled grip of your hand.

“Slow- nghh please! Be gentle.”

“You do as I say. Not the other way round. Is that understood?”

The desperate nods of your head is met with a bite to the succulent inside of your thigh just above the brim of your sock.

“Answer me.”

“Yes!”

“My word shall be your command, and you will dance to my every desire, won’t you darling?”

“Yes! Yes, I will.”

“You are mine after all, aren’t you? Mine to do with what I please. Mine to use how I see fit. Don’t you agree?”

“I’m yours- ngh- all yours.”

“Good girl.” She moans, movements escalating from lazy strokes to untamed gyrations.

“Andy.” She rasps breathlessly. “I want to hear my name dripping down those pretty little lips when you fall apart.”

And hear she does. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. Her name is all you can cry out as your juices mingle with one another’s, the combined essence soiling your thigh-highs as well as the couch beneath you.

Back curving, toes curling, you soar high, high into heaven, swimming amongst clouds, drowning in euphoria. And then, you plummet, down into the pit of hell, down into another one of those little deathless deaths. An intense blinding white replaced by an absolute dark.

When you awake, it is to the heart-melting sensation of lips softly caressing your forehead. You find yourself on the same couch that you have passed out, cocooned in toned arms, face tucked snugly into a warm, musky throat. Reflexively, you begin nosing the soft underside of her jaw before you are startled by fingers wandering down your very naked thigh.

“Look at me.” Obediently, you oblige, reluctantly leaving the pleasant warmth of her neck to do what she desires.

“What have I told you?” All too delicately, or as delicately as the callouses on her hand will allow, the pad of a thumb grazes the apple of your cheek.

Fighting against the urge to slip your eyes shut, you sigh dreamily instead. “That as long as I remain a good obedient girl, no harm will befall me.”

“That’s right. And are you?”

A nod as an answer prompts a pat of a forefinger on your cheek, and then, another. You know what she wants, so you give her just that.

“I’m a good girl.”

Not only do you see the smirk on her face, but you also feel it on your skin as she leans down to drag her lips across yours. “You forgot to mention whose, darling.”

“I’m a good girl, Andy. Your good girl.”

“And will my good girl obey my every command like she had promised?”

“Mmhm.”

A breath catches in your throat as her lips journey down down down, admiring the traces of none other than herself until that ravenous mouth adjourn to your hip, sucking the tender spot on your hipbone to make it all the more vibrant.

Although it has not been the main purpose of her doing what she has done, it is without doubt that Andromache gets a sick sort of pleasure out of seeing you covered in her marks. Every inch of your body and soul, all irrevocably hers.

You have said it so yourself, willingly given yourself up to her. That being said, it is purely her own greed that has her craving more and more and more of you. The scent of you that is sinfully sweet, heady and uniquely yours, makes her ache. The sight of you, like the dewy petals of an exquisite flower, pretty and pulsating, makes her mouth water.

It is with this insatiable hunger swelling inside of her that the Scythian sinks to her knees between your luxuriously smooth thighs.

“One more, darling. Give me one more before we leave.”

And you do, oh how you do even as one bleeds into two and two into three, because a good girl does what she is taught, does she not? And you are a good girl, Andy’s sweet little good girl to do with what she will.

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#andromache the scythian x reader #andromache of scythia x reader #andromache x reader #andromache x you #andy the old guard #andy andromache of scythia #andromache the scythian #andromache of scythia #character x reader #charlize theron x reader #charlize theron #the old guard #smut #gif #movie gifs

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xjustakay · 9 months

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(8/7) prompt: stimulate — 718 words (cheeky and ridiculous domestic boyfriends) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus appreciates the fact that Remus helped him get a job at the coffee shop after leaving home, really. It just so happens that said job has made him very aware of the fact that he has zero patience for stupid people. And, Jesus fucking Christ, do stupid people love their coffee. It’s been a long shift, to say the least, so he’s in a bit of a mood by the time he’s arriving home at his and James’ flat.

James greets him brightly, even goes so far as to click off whatever he’s been watching on the TV to give him his full attention. It’s the little things James does that always do the most to progressively lighten Regulus’ mood. It doesn’t work right away, though.

He grumbles his own unhappy greeting in return as he kicks off his shoes. He stomps to the laundry closet to chuck his dirty apron in the washing machine before finally returning to the living room where James waits on the couch. No stranger to these bouts of bitchiness from him, James smiles gently, dark brows lifted over his glasses.

“Bad day?” He asks.

Regulus scoffs before dropping gracelessly onto the couch, all lazy limbs and an agitated furrow in his brow. He lets James pull him by the hips, situating with his legs stretched out across James’ lap while he faces him, one of James’ arms curled around him. James turns to press a kiss against Regulus’ covered shoulder; a silent encouragement, a wordless comfort.

“I feel like I’ve lost fucking braincells today.” Regulus rolls his eyes with a huff. “Tell me something interesting about your day, I need more stimulating conversation.”

James grins crookedly, a dangerous glint in his hazel eyes as he leans in closer, drags his nose along the line of Regulus’ jaw. “I mean, I could stimulate you differently, if you like, love.”

Immediately, Regulus scowls, presses his palm directly into James’ face, knocking his glasses askew, and shoves him backward. “You actually just said that to me, like in all seriousness right now.”

James fully cackles at him and, despite his lingering annoyance, Regulus cannot deny how much his laugh remains one of his favorite sounds in the world.

“It was just a suggestion,” James notes, head tilted against the back couch cushions to gaze adoringly up at him.

“You sound like a twat,” Regulus replies.

“Ooh, haven’t been called a twat in a while.” A smirk remains on James’ face as he takes to rubbing along Regulus’ lower back.

“Yes, well, I’m branching out on my insults for you.” Regulus flicks him gently in the center of his chest, earning a hummed out chuckle.

“Look at that, your brain cells are working just fine, after all.”

“Can’t say the same for yours.”

“Actually, my brain cells are concocting marvelous images at present.” James’ gaze drags downward obviously; slow along Regulus’ chest, lingering at his waist and lap, flickering over his outstretched legs. He bites at his lip as his focus shifts back up, eyes darkened notably.

Regulus snorts quietly, but it’s turned a little breathless. “You’re an idiot.”

“So you don’t want me to blow you, is what you’re saying?” James challenges.

“I have never been less attracted to you in my life right now after that line, so.” What a blatant fucking lie.

Hardly a day has gone by that Regulus hasn’t been turned completely inside out by his desire for James. James knows it, too. He’s completely unfazed by the biting remark and all its insincerity.

“How is the water in Egypt?” James lifts his eyebrows, meeting Regulus’ deadpan stare with far too much amusement. “Get it, because you’re in da Nile?”

Regulus blinks at him.

“Like denial, you know?”

Before Regulus can help it, the corners of his mouth twitch upward, a huff of a laugh escaping him. “God, I can’t believe I have sex with you.”

“Mm, worse yet, you love me, too.” James slides a hand up the line of Regulus’ spine, guides him to lean into him so that he can tilt up and press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. Right against Regulus’ mouth, James murmurs, “Real tough spot for you, eh?”

But honestly, it’s the best ‘tough spot’ Regulus could ever find himself in.

#jegulus #starchaser #once again giggled my way through this one please #i cannot express how much i love them #gonna scream about it #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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mingkist · 1 year

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lavender haze masterlist

synopsis: a barista who doesn’t know how to fully express his feelings learn how through the language of flower from the person next door, it’s a shame that they never realised what he was trying to say though.

a 3in1: coffee shop, flower shop, slice of life social media au

pairing: song mingi x reader

started: 13, november, 2022 completed: 4, february, 2023

send an ask to be added to the taglist! :D

☆ profiles: bloomning crew | aurora cafe crew

1. fivehead havers

2. my guy

3. posture of an airpod

4. cinnamon rolls

5. lying activities

6. gingerbread houses

7. stink stink 💔

8. deez nuts are in your face

9. you and *****

10. do it jiggle

11. the nile is a river in egypt

12. what if i just ... give up

13. ning's psychic era

14. fair enuff

15. sorry my mentor

16. child of divorce

17. thanks! :D

18. 2non

19. giggle giggle

20. booket for my sweety!

☆ epilogue

#⇔ smau series: lavender haze #— masterlist #Spotify

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blues824 · 8 months

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Continuing the TWST Boys Go to Reader's World??? headcanons, can I have the Third Years this time?

Reader is mentioned and only pronouns used are secondary pronouns. The amount of research going into this 😥😥

Trey Clover

Favorite Country/City: A lot of treats that he makes are from France, so I believe he would love being on the tasting side of the whole ordeal. Plus, candied violets (originally called violettes cristallisees) originate from there as well. As for his favorite city, it’s basic but it’s Paris. It’s the dessert capital of France, so yeah.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: He is a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to multiple different cuisines, as people from all over have come to his family’s bakery. However, if he had to choose one, it would have to be Spanish cuisine. He just strikes me as the type. French food would come in second, but we are going by entrees and not desserts.

Favorite Drink: I feel like he would be a bit tired of tea, and coffee goes well with a lot of sweets but sometimes he wants something else. So, hot chocolate is a great go-to. Plus, you can spike it with bourbon or rum and many other things, and he prefers bourbon.

Favorite Souvenir: A cognac that he has used to cook multiple different things. He picked it up at a small shop in France, and the brandy is great for making sauces and for deglazing a pan. He rarely drinks it, but it’s of great quality.

Favorite Singers/Songs: He is an old soul, and with that being said, he likes older music. I feel like he would like songs in different languages as well. So, I think he would like the song Nunca es Suficiente, the Natalia Lafourcade version.

Favorite Movie: He doesn’t have a favorite movie, but rather favorite shows. He loves Nailed It!, Zumbo’s Just Desserts, Sugar Rush, but most importantly: The Great British Baking Show.

Cater Diamond

Favorite Country/City: This guy is hard because he would want to go absolutely everywhere and he would love everywhere he travels to. However, he would say that he loved Japan the most, as the people were very friendly and it was the first time he actually tried hard to learn the language so that he could be respectful.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: His canonical favorite food is spicy ramen, so I would say Japanese cuisine would be his favorite. But, he has a more diverse taste than just that, so he would probably like Eastern Asian cuisine as a whole. It has a lot of savory and spicy foods that he absolutely loves.

Favorite Drink: He is also a margarita lover, and even though a lot of them are sweet, they are still delicious. However, he orders salt rather than sugar on the rim of the cup because he doesn’t want extra sweetness from sugar.

Favorite Souvenir: He picked up a pair of chopsticks that he always uses. He has finally got chopstick etiquette down, and the set he purchased at a souvenir shop served as a reminder of his hard work.

Favorite Singers/Songs: He is so into both K-Pop and J-Pop that it’s not even funny. He is one of those fans that will tear you up if you didn’t know the words, their meaning, who all the members in the specific group are, etc.

Favorite Movie: I had no idea he was into skateboarding, so I have to say that his favorite movie is Dogtown and Z-Boys. It’s a documentary-type film about the Zephyr skateboard team who helped develop modern skateboarding in the ‘70’s.

Leona Kingscholar

Favorite Country/City: He is not one to travel voluntarily, so you would have to drag him places. He does want to spoil you, so he will (hesitantly) go along with you. If he had to choose a favorite, it would be Sudan. He doesn’t have a favorite city, but rather a favorite state: the River Nile state. It holds the Meroë Pyramids, and he thought it was pretty cool that Sudan has the most pyramids in the world.

Favorite Cuisine: Pretty far from Sudan, but Argentinian food would be his favorite. They are known for having the best beef, and Leona loves having a good steak. The only downside is that it’s usually served with a few veggies or a chimichurri sauce composed of vegetables.

Favorite Drink: He doesn’t really care, so I would think that he likes beer. He strikes me as the type to have a glass bottle of beer that he holds nearer to his hip; the traditional uncle (Unca) pose.

Favorite Souvenir: When he first went to Sudan, he dressed to fit along with local traditions. He wore a jalabiya in order to maintain modesty, and he actually liked it and hung it in his closet for the next time he visited a country that prefers modesty.

Favorite Singers/Songs: It started as him getting into his edgy phase, but he did not want to go emo. He prefers rock, specifically AC/DC. His favorite song is Highway to Hell.

Favorite Movie: He usually falls asleep during every movie he watches. However, he did like the movie Silence of the Lambs. The way it left him disturbed and on-guard as well as made him want to stay awake is the reason why he would like such a gruesome movie.

Vil Schoenheit

Favorite Country/City: Cologne, Germany. I’ve always wanted to visit, and it was one of my hyperfixations for a while, but that’s besides the point. The point is that Vil strives for perfection. Part of that is smelling great. Surprise, surprise: cologne originates from Cologne. However, the Cologne Cathedral was beautiful as well.

Favorite Cuisine: I feel like he would like Japanese food as his go-to, as a lot of their food is a lot healthier than others and he strives to be healthy. However, he would like Greek food if he were just going off of personal preference. Briam would probably be his favorite dish.

Favorite Drink: Do smoothies count as food or drinks? People have them for breakfast as they have fruits and veggies, but you ‘drink’ a smoothie. Anyways, his favorite alcoholic drink would be a martini. He is classy and elegant, just like the drink.

Favorite Souvenir: A piece of the Berlin Wall. The history behind it fascinated Vil, and he considers it his most prized souvenir.

Favorite Singers/Songs: Lovefool by Postmodern Jukebox (feat. Haley Reinhart). He heard it from a co-star, and he liked it. Yes, he continues his career in your world.

Favorite Movie: Breakfast at Tiffany’s, as I believe that he loves Audrey Hepburn’s acting in that movie. He also likes Gentlemen Prefer Blondes because of Marilyn Monroe and her iconic character in that movie.

Rook Hunt

Favorite Country/City: The city of love, the city of lights, Paris. As much as I didn’t want to do such a basic answer, he is a connoisseur of beauty, and Paris at night is a sight to behold. Plus, he speaks French, so why not go to the motherland of the French language?

Favorite Cuisine: His favorite food is canonically liver pâté, so I believe he would love French cuisine the most. However, I would say that Danish cuisine comes second, as they have something similar (a dish that is derived from liver pâté: leverpostej).

Favorite Drink: A French 75 goes a long way with this man. He loves a champagne cocktail. They are typically for celebrations, and Rook just wishes to celebrate life and beauty as a whole. No, he’s not an alcoholic, but when he feels content and exceedingly happy he won’t hesitate in indulging himself with one glass.

Favorite Souvenir: A lavender perfume. He loves how relaxing the smell is.

Favorite Singers/Songs: His favorite song is Love Like You, by Caleb Hyles. Look at the lyrics, and you will see why lol.

Favorite Movie: The Notebook, as it’s a classic film filled with romance. You also cannot tell me that this man is not looking for the Allie to his Noah. He wants a romance story in his life, and that’s why he travels so much.

Idia Shroud

Favorite Country/City: I can’t decide between Greece and Japan, so I will say that they are tied on Idia’s list. The gamer boy doesn’t really go outside, but when he traveled to these places he absolutely loved it. He’s kind of simple, where he liked the capitals Athens and Tokyo the most.

Favorite Cuisine: His favorite food is just listed as ‘sweets’, and he hates raw fish. We are not going by desserts, but rather overall food, and luckily fish can be replaced by protein alternatives. Plus, the fish can be cooked. That being said, Chinese food would be his favorite. He loves the dragon’s beard candy.

Favorite Drink: He rarely ever drinks alcoholic drinks, as he is already very weak in build (remember his family’s curse?). Adding alcohol to the mix would be a disaster. However, he might like a light beer.

Favorite Souvenir: He likes board games, and while he was in Greece he learned to play Tavli, or Backgammon, and he purchased a board so that he could continue to play it with opponents.

Favorite Singers/Songs: He likes anime intros and outros, and like Cater he is very big on K-Pop and J-Pop, but also C-Pop and T-Pop. His favorite song is 夜に駆ける(Yoru ni Kakeru), by YOASOBI.

Favorite Movie: Your Name, as the two travel just to meet each other, but they have to get used to their new environments first.

Malleus Draconia

Favorite Country/City: He loves Denmark’s castles, but specifically the Rosenborg Castle in Copenhagen. It houses the Danish Crown Jewels as well as the Coronation Robe, and the history behind each item fascinated the draconian prince. The Notre Dame Cathedral in France comes in second for its gargoyles.

Favorite Cuisine: Again, we go by overall cuisine rather than the desserts (otherwise he would choose the cuisines that contributed to ice cream’s existence). He actually can’t choose a favorite, as all is better than Lilia’s cooking. He does have a least favorite, and it’s modern American food. His favorite type of food is street food, as it really allows him to surround himself with the locals and just be normal.

Favorite Drink: He doesn’t believe alcohol is necessary to have fun, but he will indulge himself from time to time. His favorite is a cocktail called a ‘Corpse Reviver’. It’s a morbid name, but it’s the one thing that magic can’t do. He likes when red food coloring is added, as it makes his tongue red.

Favorite Souvenir: Bro probably has enough money to actually purchase the Danish Crown Jewels as well as the English Crown Jewels tbh. Anyways, he actually treasures a book he picked up called ‘Once Upon a Broken Heart’. He was unaware that it was the first book of a sequel series, so he purchased the rest as well as the original series, ‘Caraval’.

Favorite Singers/Songs: His talent is listed as ‘stringed instruments’, but his relent would go beyond just the typical instruments you think of. Is an electric guitar not a stringed instrument? This man is in a 5 Finger Death Punch phase, favorite song being Wrong Side of Heaven.

Favorite Movie: He loves Sleeping Beauty, mostly because of that scene with Aurora and Prince Phillip where they dance together in the forest. Also, he related to Maleficent because she was not invited to see the princess.

Lilia Vanrouge

Favorite Country/City: His hobby is traveling alone, and I feel like he wouldn’t have a favorite location. He has been everywhere, and the only place he gravitated towards was Brazil. He went to that year’s Carnaval celebration and he actually really liked it. The parade floats were big and beautiful, there were many lights; it was just fun in general. The city of São Paulo comes to mind, as it’s the biggest city by population.

Favorite Cuisine: Part of why he likes Brazil is the food. Tomatoes originate from South America, and Brazil’s dishes hit different (I don’t think I’ve been to an authentic Brazilian food place, but from what I can see and from what I’ve tasted, I love it).

Favorite Drink: In the Trivia section of his Wiki page, it says that he likes potions that are said to taste bitter by everyone else. That being said, I feel like this would transfer to alcoholic drinks, so his favorite drink might be a negroni. It’s a bit bitter, so it suits his taste.

Favorite Souvenir: He picked up some spices in his travels to “better” his cooking (it didn’t help at all; his cooking still sucks even if he’s seen other people do the dishes he's trying to make).

Favorite Singers/Songs: He is what boomers would call “hip and trendy”, so he likes whatever is popular at the moment. Yes, this includes the meme songs that might go viral on TikTok, Instagram, and YT Shorts. At the time of writing this, his favorite song would be Paint the Town Red, by Doja Cat.

Favorite Movie: He liked the movie Crimson Peak. The costumes as well as the acting were amazing, and he loves learning about the Victorian Era and how both England and the United States were developing during the industrial era.

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Yungi's Big Bois Arc:

How tiny met the big Boys/Dating them

♡= Naughty

Honestly, I can't remember how you met them in detail but it was something along the lines romance encounter. They saved.

The wholesome twins finished their reps that Saturday evening exiting the gym Yunho rubbing his palms on his sore knees. "I'm feeling heading to Honey pot to celebrate our workout streak. " He snorted, clearly aware of how ridiculous that sounds- "Dang, not even a pity laugh."

Yunho turned but his mini giant's attention stolen by other and what a cute other You are-Minnie bashfully ogling your slight jelly jiggle-

The extra inch on Yunho made all the difference. "Oh.." she is a little cutie.

"Woo, Honey, I'm coming. I have to walk there first." The baggage overwhelmed your arms, luxuary shopping bags for Wooyoung (Ceo/Boss/Best friend), files under your arm, and Wooyoung's coffee in one hand.

Wooyoung tsked, "Wah, I told you to let Niles drive you. That's a lot of stuff to carry, Dumpling." His slender eyes grew when the clock strike, He gasped. "You've been gone for thirty-five minutes. I'm coming to get you! stand by a landmark!" Wooyoung clicked his tongue-

"Wooyoung! I'm fine quite being a worried, dummy." You giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Cute." Mingi mumbled, embarrassed by his sudden high school crush on a complete stranger.

Yunho on the other hand, shameless would be his middle name if he had one. I don't understand how you couldn't feel the heat beaming for his stare at your shape (Even the good boys do it sometimes) . Perfect shape for my hands. He giggled, leaning on Minnie's shoulder in a sassy pose. "You should totally like talk to her."

"What-" Minnie's face drowned in crimson as fast as his adam's apple jumps.

"Dummy?! Yah! I'm definitely coming to get you now and when I get you in this office, My belt is going across your ass!" Wooyoung's anger often slips out in the oddest ways. The sound of aggressive keys rattling alarmed you he was serious. " Girls go missing damn near everyday, here and my little Dumpling is not on the menu!"

"Wooyoung, I'm fine-"

"You know what, I'm just gonna call San on you and let him handle you." Wooyoung witch laughed blast through your burning ear.

You screamed slightly, before curling into yourself. "That's not funny, Wooyoung and unprovoked too."

Sooo Choi San, Yes, The Dilf Fire Chief was heavily intoxication when he threatened Wooyoung with spanking you if he plucked his last nerve and Wooyoung (being the demon he is) loves seeing Sannie angry.

In result, You can still make out his large handprint on your bare bottom, Wooyoung now has a new favorite memory, and Mr.Choi doesn't remember a thing.

"I'm already on the way, I'm halfway there." Clouded with embrassment, You were extremely eager to the point you were absent-mindly walked into busy street.

All the while, on the other end, Wooyoung was scolding you on not paying attention and being safe.

You sighed. "You're such a worry wart-!" You squeaked being abruptly snatched by two large hands yanking you back to safety.

You were aghasted as one of the giants nearly kissed your hand as his lips aimed for your phone to say. "She's lying. She almost got ran over."

Wooyoung actually did spank you that day.

After this encounter, The fate's red thread immediately entangled your lonely string to Yungi's radiant bond.

Dating the boys

Jeong Yunho

♡ You were quick to realize this man seems to have a high tolerance for nonsense. He chuckles and giggles at most things.

♡ Which is terrible because his smile makes you melt.

♡ Public Display of Affection is this mountain of a man's bread and butter. Slipping his hands around your tummy to give his chub a good squeeze.

On the subject of Affection, My goodness is he handsy, whether it's a quick pinch or a good helping handful, if you're around his hands are never by his side.

The man needs you on him to function, you're often found on his lap doing your own work as he does his.

♡ He's a chipper fellow who enjoys his pillow and his Minnie to himself, he's moderately possessive but Yunho can maintain his composure...most of the time.

♡Loves your bestie, Wooyoung, Finds him hilarious especially his witchy laugh.

♡ He's bigger than you so that cheap "I can't fit your shirt." ain't gonna work on his big boy.

♡ He knows! He knows! Your not a toy but he is barley grasping his sanity as his thumb hovers over the purchase button to the naughty little costumes that would enhance his view of his (He calls your chubbines his) chub you disrespectfully cover even at home. Damn, Give the man some type skin.

Yunho favorite is *Looks round* the cow outfit, it became a odd fantasy after he fell asleep on a farming document.

♡ Lucky/Unlucky for him, You bought the outfit by accident after Yunho gave you free range of his Amazon as a birthday present since him and Minnie couldn't be there. You purchased the whole cart not realizing the naughty extra item til it came to your door step.

Despite the oblivious lewdness, You actually believed it was appropriate enough to greet your Big Boys at the door in such a state. "Moo!" You giggled. "Get it!? I said Moo instead of Boo."

God, Your a grown woman, How can you be so innocent?

Yunho's smile was radiant."Minnie, You like it, right?" Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor until they were at the big boots of your quiet boyfriend. "You think I'm pretty, right?" Your voice soften from your lack of confidence.

Yunho bit his tongue while completely escaping upstairs, leaving poor Minnie defenseless to handle you while he tends to a much bigger problem.

You curiously sniffed, fighting back tears as Mingi's mouth just to close before he ghosted his large hand over your head and shoulder yet decided to reach for the throw across the couch; tossing it over your head, kissing your lips and dashing upstairs.

You were heartbroken and spent the night at Wooyoung's. Meanwhile, The next day painted a new issue for the men having to clean up..and fix most of the bedroom.

♡ You can't lie to him, he knows everything. If your sad, he knows, If you feeling insecure, He knows, If you hungry, Period pain, He knows. And the best part, he will always do something about it with all his power because your his tiny terror.

♡ He calls you Tiny terror because your temper tantrum are no joke, You stomp your little feet at him, point your finger, yelling in that cute voice at him. Even funnier when it's do to his teasing .

♡ He's goofy but firm....sometimes.

♡ Hearing him be assertive for the first time was scary. Yes, Scary. You were seated right on Yuyu's lap, speaking to Wooyoung on the phone while Yuyu watched Minnie happily play with Mr. Choi's twin boys.

It was all fun til the boys started fighting and getting far too rowdy-

"Enough!" Yuyu loud command, startled not just the boys, you were sure you heard the neighbors straighted up as well.

Yet his resilient smile was bright not even his eyes showed malice.

He rubbed your goosebumps away...by caressing your ass through your skirt. "You two shouldn't fight, your brothers. He's your best friend, right." Kai shook his head. "And he's your bestfriend?" Boo shook his head quick like his brother. "Then don't fight, please."

"Sorry, Yuyu Oppa," The twins apologized before playing again as if nothing happened.

♡ Big fan of your work uniform. You look great in pencil skirts. The maniac will chase you to see you struggle to run away from his playful rawrs and large monstrous coming to eat you whole!

He does it randomly but he is fond of getting you when you step in the door after work.

Your screech was close to the damsel in distress in the 30's horror movie, It was seemingly so real, Mingi sprinted to your rescue from the other room; the poor thing was sound asleep the evidence imprinted on his pink face.

"Yuyu!" You screamed, after putting up a good chase, Yunho scooped you up with ease.

Slightly out of breath, He laughs. "How was work?"

♡ Loves to carry you around like a toddler with their favorite blankie.

♡ You three are adorable central when headed out on a night run for food-Matching Pajamas. I'm going to leave this here.

♡ What's so dangerous about this man? He holds power of secret-He knows everybody secrets, Remember, especially your obsession with their voices, hands, size and more.

♡ He teased innocently by whispering a plain question in your ear at the grocery store.

♡ Purposely, allows his huge hands to swallow yours when you accidentally brush your hands on his.

Song Mingi

♡ This guy.Pervert.Period. He loves every inch of you so much, locked away is a golden treasure chest housing polaroids of your daily lifestyle, nothing too bad-....well, there is the one unlike its brothers this picture isn't a polaroid but a digital hidden gem in his gallery, it's you comfortably snuggled against his chest usually Hyung keeps you under him for most of the night but there you were, Your soft breaths hit his chest in which a beautiful rhythm, he felt the argue to hum.

The fluffy feeling turned quite spicy as he wanted to snag a picture of his bunbun it wasn't until after the picture was taken, Mingi's eyes immediately spotted the swell of your breast spilling out of your nightgown.

He gulped, switching his view for the real thing. Mingi scooted down the bed, disregarding the icy chill of his barefeet hanging off the mattress, it's all worth it for this moment-

Finding instant comfort in the beautiful sloppiness of your plushy cleavage mushed against his face.

Best sleep he's had in years...Anyway.

I feel like you guys don't understand how much of a undercover simp Mingi really is. I mean do I have to start naming things?! Fine, You asked for this!

♡ Yunho made a rule of Mingi not being alone with you for a reason

♡He's just a teenage boy in a big man's body and big daddy Yunho knows this so to save you for Mingi's hentai fantasies, he keeps him on a tight leash.

♡Mingi is not allowed to be alone with you, touch you, kiss you-It's harsh but fair. Minnie doesn't know his own strength, if we are being completely honest most of the broken stuff in the house is because of him.

°Small 🔞, Oops°

♡ His favorite fleshlight render useless after you walked into their lives. Fuck, How could he want this bullshit flimsy toy when all he needs to do is go to your job, take you to the bathroom and ******-

Sorry, late nights of unsatisfied hentai searching destroyed the poor man.

♡ Hardy speaks a word to you during dates and outings, to be fair, Mr.Song isn't much of a talker anyway.

♡But he's always listening, The big puppy can snuff out your dislikes and faves, and also you.

♡ He can smell you for a miles away. I'm not kidding, One time at a festival, You let go of Yunho's hand and dashed into the crowd chasing after god knows what.

They're arent worried at first but when five minutes passed and golden twins can smell danger!

"Aish! I can't see her!" Yunho cried, all that height and for what. "Minnie, We-" His mouth hangs open to discover his pup missing. "Yah! Mingi?!"

Already caught in his strong arms, He held you for the first time without hesitation or jerk his body away the second it touch yours and reducing himself into a human puddle.

Nope, This is Mingi.

"Why? Are you crazy?" His snuffer fear the metallic smell in the air. "Shit, You cut yourself!" He carried his bride back to the extra large crybaby welcoming you guys with open arms and some firm words for you.

♡ This marks the first time, Mingi actually spoke to you. It stunned you more than anything. You didn't know what you expected, He's big so it only makes sense for his voice to be deep too..like Yuyu...

So it's normal nothing special. You gulped, blocking out their deep voices clouding the car.

♡ You grew addicted to his voice.

#ateez x chubby reader #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #yungi x reader #yungi x chubby reader #ateez smut #yunho x reader #yunho x chubby reader #mingi x chubby reader #mingi x reader

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finelytaylored · 8 months

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“the country doom western version of a song called ‘For the Workforce, Drowning’.”

#geoff rickly #Thursday #thursday band #for the workforce drowning #my show #Nile coffee shop #Nile theater #music #videos #concert

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sheafrotherdon · 4 months

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REPAIR SHOP 4 ELECTRIC BOGALOO?!?!? 👀👀👀👀👀

So, this chapter has two big arcs (beside the repair of a hand-painted jigsaw puzzle): Joe's gallery show, and why Booker did what he did. Writing the Booker arc is a slow process because I have to get every twist and turn pinned down just right. Joe's arc is easier.

Nicky collects [Joe's] to-do lists like shells washed up on a beach, fixes them to the fridge with magnets and tape and, once or twice, consolidates everything. He leaves the struck-through lists in a little pile on the coffee table and Joe doodles on them while he’s on the phone. Nicky takes each tiny piece of art and fixes it to the fridge door again—another gallery, he thinks, a kaleidoscope show of Joe’s preparation. There’s a cartoon Joe looking exasperated, with lightning bolts shooting from his head, and another where he looks at cartoon Nicky with comically-big hearts in his eyes. There are sketches of Andy, and Quynh, and a cartoon of Nile with her tongue between her teeth, wrestling a giant urn into artistic submission, a paintbrush stuck behind her ear. There are pictures of dogs and cats and a starling likeness of the pigeons that like to sit on their windowsill, and sometimes there are simply words in beautiful script or jagged relief. It's a source of wonder to watch Joe settle, moment by moment, into ever greater confidence about the show. Now that the first risk of being turned down by every gallery he approached is behind him, Joe seems steadier, as if he’s planted his feet and found his bearings; as if he can lean into the wind of whatever’s next and not be bowled over. When nerves hit, he draws them as cartoonish monsters with pointed claws and wide-open mouths, towering over a tiny Joe who shakes his fist in their faces. Twice Nicky finds himself rendered on a scrap of paper with a sword and shield, Joe behind him, facing down the monsters on his behalf. In both drawings, Joe’s beaming. Recognizing the growing breadth of Joe’s ease makes Nicky feel something hot and tight in his chest—pride, maybe, mixed with the astonishing fact of knowing Joe intimately, and being known intimately in return. It makes him light-headed with happiness, has him backing Joe up against the kitchen counter when they get home from work and kissing him slowly, savoring every little hitch in Joe’s breathing, the span of his warm hands at his waist, the texture of the hair at the back of his neck, soft against Nicky’s fingertips.

#repair shop au #joe x nicky #my wips #they are very much in love

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youssefguedira · 2 years

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in my head nile expects nicky to be a Coffee Purist™ but then the first time they go to a coffee shop for whatever reason nicky orders the most sugar loaded brightly colored barely even coffee drink he can get and nile just kinda stands there with her americano blinking at him

#neon has thoughts #nicky's a big fan of pumpkin spice i think. so is joe #my personal non-jokey Tog Food Thesis is that sometimes theyre picky about things to be funny (especially around nile) and they have things #they prefer but at the end of the day they just enjoy how much easier it is to get and how readily available different ingredients are #like my Joenicky Food Thesis™ is joe likes lavender ice cream and nicky likes stew but #i think all of them love trying different stuff especially if its just. Weird. or something they wouldn't have been able to get in their #first life. anyway this started as a stupid coffee post and turned into Character Stuff but the point still stands

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xoxo-susu · 4 months

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Coquettifying this semester ⋆。·˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆

Hello loves ♡

My first class of the semester starts this week, so I thought I'd make a lil post on my favorite school tips and tricks for Spring 2024 :)

Studying and homework ⋆。·˚ʚ 🩰 ɞ˚‧。⋆

🩰 White noise. If you struggle with zoning off while you work, white noise is exactly what you need. I personally prefer pink or brown noise because it's a little deeper and softer and white noise just makes me think of falling sand.

🩰 Stay on top of your assignments. In the beginning for me especially, it's so easy to let things slip. Do not do it. It will impact your grade for the rest of the semester. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience. Try and do your homework right when you get home. That way, you maximize relaxed time without worrying about assignments.

🩰 Keep your study space clean and cute. You're not going to feel motivated sitting at some grungy old cardboard box that smells like leftover pizza! Try and make your study place somewhere you enjoy to be. And keep it clean!

🩰 Pomodoros. I love love love pomodoros. They help me stay so much more focused because it's like a challenge to study through the whole time. If you don't know what a pomodoro is, this link explains it pretty well ♡

🩰 Find what works for you. I find I focus best in the morning. Some people feel like they're at their sharpest at 2:15 PM. Experiment a little with a low-pressure assignment and figure out when you work best. Once you do, schedule your assignments accordingly. The hardest go during that time, but the easiest go when you're least motivated. Also try and go to a coffee shop or the library! It's sooo motivational.

🩰 All nighters. These are great for romanticization purposes and nothing else. Get. Your. Eight. Hours. Of. Sleep! Unless you only found out about an assignment the night before its due and there's no other option, do not do it! You need rest for your brain to function properly. There was a study I remember hearing about where one group of students crammed for a test the night before and the others slept well, and the well-rested ones got higher scores.

🩰 Study groups. If you work well with other people, do this! But if you get too distracted, don't do it.

🩰 NOTION!!!! Notion is SUCH a great and aesthetic website to get organized.

At school ⋆。·˚ʚ 🎀 ɞ˚‧。⋆

🎀 Ribbons. Ribbons are such a coquette staple. Put them on everything! Especially your hair.

🎀 Take cute notes. Make them something you'd like to look back on! Buy yourself a new pack of pink highlighters, write in juicy black pen, doodle bows, use washi tape, whatever you think looks best. Even try and make your homework look pretty. My spanish midterm project was a coquette work of art.

🎀 Look your prettiest. Again with the ribbons--put them in your hair! Wear cute mary janes. Brush your hair. Take a shower before, if you can. Wear a vanilla or rose scented body mist. Put on some cute rings. If you have a uniform, wear a cozy scarf and as much jewelry as you can.

🎀 Books. Bring a book with you everywhere. It will make you look so educated and elegant. Some of my favorites are Little Women, Heaven to Betsy and Betsy in Spite of Herself, Jane Eyre, Sense and Sensibility, Sad Cypress, Death on the Nile, Anne of Green Gables, and Betsy was a Junior and Betsy and Joe. The Betsy books are perfect because each one is about a year in highschool, and they're so coquette and vintage and she's such a study icon and ugh.

🎀 Make good friends. Having a good group of people to motivate and uplift you is sosososo important. Get rid of the ones who hate to see you succeed. And it will make school feel like someplace you're genuinely excited to go to.

🎀 Don't skip classes. Just don't. It's not the vibe.

🎀 Be nice to your teachers. If they really suck then they really suck. But your school year will be so much easier if your teachers like you and know of you as a good student.

🎀 Try and find 'your place'. Not like that. Literally. Try and find a little nook you and your group can claim as your favorite.

🎀 Make your supplies as cute as possible! Get a cute bag or backpack if you can. Pretty stationary will help you romanticize so much. Get rid of the ugly neon yellow pencils.

Coquettifying ⋆。·˚ʚ 💌 ɞ˚‧。⋆

This is the best part!

💌 Watch GRWMS and coquette school vlogs.

💌 tie a bow on everything.

💌 Lipgloss, lipgloss, lipgloss! Pale pink and shimmery.

💌 Make a coquette academia pinterest board, like mine.

💌 In the words of our icon @coqxettee, "Study and work hard. Being intelligent is attractive, gorgeous and most of all, one of the keys to success." Read her posts too, all of them are just lovely for romanticizing.

💌 Take care of yourself. Face masks while studying, matchas on the way to school, gua sha before going to sleep. AND STAY HYDRATED!!!!

💌 Get a cute lotion for school. The glossier one is great but a bit on the pricier side. Bath and Body Works has a lot of great alternatives (but some of their stuff has been said to cause cancer so mb look into that)

💌 Cute little claw clips in your hair or on your bag. Emijay has an ADORABLE one, but there's also a really cute temu dupe.

💌 Find your signature scent, or make it seasonal like I do!

💌 Keep a diary. Fill it with sweet memories, funny pictures of you and your friends, deep quotes, and lipstick kisses.

💌 Mary Janes. Period.

💌 Get cute frilly socks and dainty jewelry.

💌 Shower every day.

💌 Go thrifting.

💌 Try and take a walk every day, even if it's just up and down your street.

💌 Keep a bouquet of fresh flowers in your room.

Okkkkk that's the end! I hope this helped out with any coquette issues. ily all smmmm byee! ⋆。·˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆

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