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shubblelive · 1 year

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— MONDAY MORNING

summary : you'd always craved the idea of someone knowing and loving you completely. fortunately for you it seems like that person sits three rows ahead of you.

genre : fluff

warnings : reader's friends suck, also i self projected here shh you didn't see it

pairing : wilbur soot x reader, non-streamer, musician!wilbur uni au

pronouns : none (you yours)

featuring : uni student!musician!wilbur soot

word count : 1.5k

note : finished my first term of college so i thought i'd put something out. not super duper proud of this, but it's something. so here you go!! enjoy <3

you absolutely despised study groups. you weren’t a massive fan of studying, of course, but doing it in groups was the bane of your existence. if you were studying, you preferred to do it in the library. there were specific sections, marked with signs; a person talking in a big red circle with a line through it. headphones on, laptop open with your pathetic amount of coloured pens.

however, every monday morning before your 11 am lecture you found yourself in the student commons, spiral notebook on your lap, trying desperately to take notes and your friend would not shut up. she was going on about some girl she’d met at the bar the night before and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“are you listening to me?” you weren’t, but she didn’t need to know that. you nodded, not looking up from your notes, and she apparently didn’t care enough to press, continuing on as if you weren’t even there. you had been friends with her since high school, and she’d introduced you to another two people you shared a class with. you weren’t particularly close with any of them, but they were the only people you knew.

if you weren’t studying, you were working uptown at marcel’s, the swankiest bar that would hire a uni student. it was classes, then waiting on finance men who weren’t rich enough to afford the good stuff. after that was a two hour bus ride home, then taking care of your mum before more schoolwork, and then collapsing into bed at one in the morning, only to wake up for more classes. your day punctuated with your tedious friends.

the timer on your phone went off, and you sighed. “i better go. have to talk to professor marks about the homework,”

they waved you off, barely even noticing your impending absence. you deflated a bit, but by the time you were out in the sun you felt a bit better. you’d been feeling somehow trapped and also invisible for the first twenty-odd years of your life. no one had ever seen you before, not like it didn’t in the movies. you’d been a comfortable level of lonely your entire life, and that didn’t change just because you now had a group of uni friends who shared the same ambitions as you.

but being out in the quad, with the breeze flowing through the grass, made you optimistic. there was two boys at a wooden picnic table, textbooks spread between them as they exchanged soft smiles and jokes about what they were working on. there was a group of people relaxing on the grass. a girl with headphones gazing at the clouds. a campus full of people just waiting to be befriended, and yet there you were. three years in, and still with the same group of people you didn’t click with.

you reached the building your next lecture was in, another twenty minutes until class started. the door was unlocked though, and you slipped inside quietly. professor marks was your favourite teacher, but she also wasn’t alone.

your class had about fifty students in it, so you didn’t know him by name, but you had seen the guy she was talking to. he sat in the middle of the room, answered enough questions to get the 5% participation grade but not enough that he got taken note of.

if someone had asked if you knew him, the best way to refer to him would be “the tall one.”

professor marks saw you and gave a chaste smile, turning back to your classmate to let him finish speaking. they talked for a few minutes, both nodding, before he stepped back politely to let you have your opening. however, before you got a chance to talk to her, her phone rang. “ugh,” she groaned, giving you a sympathetic look. “one second, so sorry.”

so you stayed there with what’s-his-name as your teacher stepped out of the room to take her phone call. you went to pull out your phone but got distracted by your classmate saying your name. you looked up at him, he gave you a sheepish smile. “sorry. that is your name, right? i didn’t get it wrong? that’d be embarrassing.”

you just nodded, hoping he would introduce himself. “i’m wilbur.” oh, how your prayers were answered for once. “i’ve seen you around. you’re in my geography class, aren’t you?”

god, you were embarrassing. you had noticed him in this class but not the other one. you nodded. “yeah, sorry. you’re wilbur. of course i know you. you’re in that band, right? they play in the quad sometimes?”

you were hoping it was the same wilbur. you remember thinking it was a weird name when you saw it on the poster. him and a few other names you didn’t recognise. surely there were not two people named wilbur in the one university, not with how old fashioned it was.

the relief was palpable when he nodded. “yeah! you’ve seen us play?”

“you guys are really good,” you weren’t lying this time. “you played cyberbully mom club.” wilbur’s eyes lit up. “i love them. you did a really good job. what are you doing taking geography courses when you can sing like that?”

he laughed, bring a hand up to the front of his face, fluffing his hair nervously. “someone of great taste i see. what about you? i saw one of your paintings in the exhibition in the hall. why aren’t you getting an art degree?”

you flushed, looking down. none of your friends even knew you painted, and yet there was wilbur. 6’6” wilbur with his los campesinos jumper and his scuffed doc martens, quietly loving your favourite bands and your art. “guess this just seemed right?”

“i get that. i’m a big believer of fate,” you looked back up towards him, his warm brown eyes already looking at yours behind his round glasses. people had started filtering in, and your friends were gesturing at you impatiently to come sit up the back with them. “you should go, your friends want you.”

“i don’t want them.”

you were sitting down on the end of the row before you even realised what you’d said. wilbur just laughed, taking his usual seat, eyes shining. you sat through the next ninety minutes, looking at the back of wilbur’s head.

“now, i’m going to let you guys pick groups for this project. three people, though. no groups of four. don’t even ask. i’ll give you the last fifteen minutes to work that out.”

great. a group of three. you didn’t even need to turn to your friends before they were muttering sorries, and you were stuck looking around the room for other people in your same predicament. you didn’t have to look for long, making eye contact with wilbur almost immediately. he waved you down and you hesitantly made your way down to his row.

“wanna work together?” his smile was so bright that you couldn’t even think of turning him down. he was charming, he liked the same things as you. but more than that, he saw you. he saw you better than your friends over the last three plus years did.

“i’d like nothing more, will.” you replied, and wilbur grinned. “you sure, though? you probably have other friends in this class.”

“i do,” he admitted. “however, i want to get to know you better, and i was hoping this might give me an excuse to ask you out. or, if that’s not something you’re interested in, then you are also more than welcome to join me and a few of my friends in the courtyard after class, purely platonic.”

his words were quick, but you understood every syllable. you didn’t have time to meet after class, you had a rare hour off after your last class before you needed to grab the bus to marcel’s. “i would love to, but i have work every day this week, and next week. and every week, and the bus is hours long. i’m sorry.”

wilbur nodded. “if this is your way of letting me down gently, i totally understand that. uh, but-”

“no,” you said quickly. “it is. i work seven days a week, it’s not you,” he didn’t seem convinced, still convinced you were trying to be polite. he didn’t want you to lie to him if you truly weren’t interested. you’d had one conversation, but he felt giddy when you made eye contact with him. it was dumb, probably, but he really wanted to know you better. he didn’t want to press you. you could see that, so you tried again. “however, i think my schedule’s just become more open.” you glanced upwards at where your friends were sitting a few rows back. “i’m free monday morning?”

wilbur’s face lit up, still hesitant. “you sure? because if you’re not interested then it’s fine, really. i won’t give you a hard time about it. promise. you can still meet my friends, if you’d like. or if you want to we can pretend that the other person doesn’t exist.”

“no.” you said decidedly. “i’m free monday morning, and i would love if we could meet somewhere?”

he smiled at you. “i can’t wait.” you’d never looked forward to homework so much, and from the bright look on wilbur’s face, he hadn’t either.

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yyawnjun · 6 months

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LOVE GUIDE(SAY YES) chap2

You wake up at 7 a.m. to the sound of your alarm clock, going to get ready for your first class at 9 a.m.

You quickly ate breakfast before preparing to leave. And you were still sleepy when you put on your headphones and shut the door to your apartment.

The blue sky was cloudless, and the sun warmed your skin slightly. A gentle breeze blew over your hair, and the music in your ears seemed to magnify the good sentiments caused by everything around you. Although it was a Tuesday morning a smile decorated your face and warmed your heart.

You entered the classroom a few minutes early and instantly noticed Dk, your desk mate, who was handing you a white bag with two cupcakes inside while his head was still lying on the desk. As you walked to your seat with the gift in your hands, your smile brightened even further, and you thanked him with a simple pat on the head.

The professor entered the classroom while you were still delighting in the things that had cheered you up that morning, and all the students fell silent.

"Good morning, everyone. As you already know there will be a collaboration with another class today. The class of your own year of Stylists." At those words, your eyes lit up as Yunjin-one of your closest friends in that class.

"Every student in the Fashion class will work in pairs with a Stylist," and your tension continued to rise.

"The teachers have already chosen the partners.

-You can see your project partners on display boards outside this classroom.

-The entire project will be completed in one month.

- The student designer will be required to create three sketches, one per week. The sketches will be produced by outside assistants.

- The duo will choose the theme, which must be approved by the teachers.

- The fashion show will be evaluated and held at the end of the 30 days.

- The grade will count for half of the overall grade.

Be creative, and good luck."

The thousand pieces of information began to run through your head uncontrollably. The professor kept talking, saying how some classes would be suspended and how it was not possible to change partners…

As soon as the hour was over all the students jumped out of the classroom, curious as to what their partner would be.

Soon after the long crowd had dispersed, and many students had gone on to their next classes.

With your heart in your throat, you got up, and after waking up Dk who was still sleeping blissfully you moved toward the board with your heart in your throat.

"…Huh Yun-jin," said Dk reading from the board as he yawned and crinkled his eyes.

"I KNEW IT! I knew I would end up with Yunjin! Today is definitely my day!!" you exclaimed happily ready to run to your friend.

"I don't know how to tell you this…but they paired me with her," and with just those words your gaze changed completely.

If Dk was with Yunjin. Who are you paired with?

You moved quickly to check the list and scrolled through all 38 names until you found yours. Connected to it was a name-and that was: Kwon Soon-young.

"Kwon Soon-young…" you uttered in a low voice as you were intent on reading his name. Your tone appeared almost like a whisper, a faint call, a manifestation?….

Kwon Soon-young at that very moment felt shiver; "someone is talking about me," he thought as he walked toward the classroom whose lesson began 10:30 a.m...

chap1 // chap3 ; mlist

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summary: It is clear to everyone that Kwon Soon-young has a huge crush on the model student Yn. But can Hoshi, a passionate and funny stylist make her fall in love in just a month? What if he followed a weird LOVE GUIDE, that he found in the school bathroom?

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poprock-gangsta · 1 year

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𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖗

꧁༒༺ Flame’s only the doctor can fix ༻༒꧂

Summary : Following a guest speaker's appearance in your class, an unusual sensation washes over you. However, it's not a feeling of discomfort; rather, it's as if you've become entranced in a captivating trance.

Kinks : Choking, Degrading, Praise, and Breeding.

Tw: Hypnosis, Drugging, Cursing, Manipulation.

Word Count : 2.6k

Enjoy!

You got out of bed and started on your usual morning routine before leaving for the akademiya. You panic as you try to find your uniform, which you are sure you laid out last night. Finding it, you quickly change and run out the door so as not to waste any more time than necessary.

Once you get there, you look at the time and curse at your tardiness, certain that your teacher will give you a stern talking-to. Your professor gives you the side eye as you walk in and continues to do so as you make your way to your seat. Your professor resumes her lecture as you settle into your seat, and you tune her out. That is, until she mentioned an arriving guest, which immediately piqued your interest.

"Class, we have a visitor all the way from Snezhnaya coming today." You turn to your instructor, wondering what could possibly have compelled someone from Snezhnaya to travel all the way here. A million different possible questions to why the guest was here run through your head. A knock resounded through the classroom, and the air seemed to shift, as if everyone inside knew the person behind the door was someone who commanded respect.

You stare at the tall, pale man with the long, blue hair as he enters the room, trying to get a sense of who he is. Yet the only thing you could point to was that he was truly from Snezhnaya; his outfit clearly demonstrated this, as he was dressed in winter attire even in Sumeru's summer weather.

He seemed to notice that you were looking at him and shot you a glare, which, despite his mask, you could still feel. After a quick exchange, he approaches the podium, where he places his hands on it before casting a glance around the room. Soon after, he started talking, and it was like you were in a trance; you had no idea what he was saying, but you could feel its power.

By the time your consciousness returned, class was over and your unknown visitor had already left. Unable to let go of the inspiring man, you skipped the rest of your lectures and headed outside.

You found him outside the akademiya, talking to what you assumed were his subordinates because they were dressed similarly and were on one knee looking at the ground. "Excuse me, Sir, I was wondering if you would be willing to finish your lesson from just now," you say, clearly showing more excitement than intended. The man looked at you before a long grin spread across his face. "It appears you've taken a liking to my speech," the man says before walking away clearly leading you to follow.

I'm the Dottore, but my enemies call me Doctor," he says, looking back at you for an instant. You then ask , "So what brings you all the way from Snezhnaya," as you stare at the floor. He stops in front of a house and announces, "I've come here for a project of some sort," before opening the door and inviting you inside. "You see, I want to shape Sumeru into a place of wisdom," he says, turning his entire body to you. Coming right up to you and whispers, "Will you help me?" in your ear.

You say, "Of course!" as if in a trance, as if you're unable to say "no" but you don't mind the sensation and may even have come to accept it. Well, I can't wait to see you tomorrow," he says, leading me back with a grin on his face. You flash back a smile and then run off to your own house, where your happy expression lasts the entire trip. When you arrived, you noticed that the cloudiness in your mind began to lift, but you can't say that you don't miss its presence.

You get up and do your usual morning routine, packing your bag you head to the akademiya. Then a throbbing pain in your head serves as a reminder that you need to visit Dottore immediately. Your brain seems to be clouded.

You've made it back to the house where Dottore took you the previous day. You knocked, but there wasn't an answer; you kept knocking, but there still wasn't an response. You open the door and look around, but you didn't see anything until you look down and notice the passageway leading underground on the floor.

With the little courage you had left, you made your way down the seemingly endless tunnel. Once you got to the end, though, the view was spectacular. It was a laboratory with all sorts of strange crystals and machines. Dottore, however, was the most impressive sight of all as he sat at his desk, intent on his work.

You fiddle with your figure and say, "Umm Sir Dottore, I've come back," but he either doesn't hear you or chooses to ignore you. You browse the shelves, dragging your fingers across the glass jars and books, until you spot something interesting. Akasha Terminal Brain Waves, you place your hand on the book's spine in preparation to open it, but the forerunner suddenly says, "Don't touch that," without turning from his work.

Come here, he says in a voice as smooth and soothing as honey. You set the book back down and approach him. Saying "yes," though you felt like a puppy who's been grounded for roughhousing. Then, he says, "There's something I need to tell you," as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in, to were your lips gently graze his mask.

While sitting on his thigh, he says, "The truth is I need a little help." While slowly placing his empty hand on the middle of your back. You were so close to him now that you could feel his breath on your collarbone. You wouldn't lie and say the heat of his breath fixed with the coldness of the air wasn't sending shivers down your spine.

You ask, "How can I help?" without letting your gaze wander. He took his hand off your back and reached into the dresser, where he promptly produced a small pill. He runs his fingers over the pill tenderly and explains, "You see, for me to get a full understanding of this medicine I need a test subject.”

Staring intently into his eyes, you say, "So you want me to be your test subject. His hand now flat in front of you, and the pill in plain view. "Only if you want to," he says. At that precise moment, your previously presented headache suddenly dissipated, and you felt as though your mind was completely clear. For once, it seemed like you could make a decision without fear of repercussions.

"I'll do it," grabbing the pill out of his hand you toss it back without thinking twice about whether you'd choke on it or not. After what seems like an interminable round of "100 questions," Dottore finally pulls out his notebook and gives you a quick check up. You both return to the upper floor once he has recorded your answers to his questions. Looking over you one more time , he orders you to check in with him every day and report any adverse effects immediately.

꧁༒༺ Time Skip ༻༒꧂

You and Dottore have been getting along fondly, with daily checkups and his occasional request for your assistance with some of his experiments when you're both free. You're initial impressions were spot-on; he was an exceptionally bright man, the likes of whom you couldn't help but admire on occasion.

However, while you were at home performing your routine admiration ritual. You, suddenly felt off, as if a fire had been started in your entire body. You took this as one of the side effect of the Dottore pill and sprint out the door to get to his place as soon as possible.

When you got there and opened the door, you found the top floor empty. You then proceed downstairs to meet with Dottore. You felt like your legs were going to give out at any second after seeing him, and the heat that had been infecting you had only intensified. So you muster up what little energy you have left and make your way to one of the stools.

Your attention was riveted on Dottore the entire time you were there, and it seemed as though everything he did set you on fire. You grind against the stool slowly, so as not to distract the harbinger. As you sway your hips up and down you felt your cunt throb, you grind deeper into the stool in an effort to increase the friction between your body and the surface. Now that you've settled into a comfortable rhythm, you turn your head to check on Dottore to make sure he hasn't caught on to your good work. Once in the clear you rest your head on the table in front of you and bite down on your arm, trying to stifle a lustful moans.

As a knot forms in your stomach, you tighten your grip and bite down harder on your arm. You bucked your hips against the stool so hard that your leggings were giving out from under you. But just as you were about to unravel into two, a hand wrapped around your throat and jerked your head back.

“Dottore smirks,and says "So this is what you've been doing ," as he ghostly runs a finger across your throbbing clit. “M’ It's not what it seems like,' ' you mutter under your breath. Then which he replies , "So weren’t trying to fuck youself stupid on my stool," as his lips grazes along your ear. You purred a soft “Please “ as you felt your climax slip slowly away.

“Please what," he growls in your ear . You wiggle your hips and say, "P-please fuck me," hoping to generate some friction. After that, Dottore slowly returns to his seat and sits down, opening his legs. And says in urgent yet seductive command "Come here now,". You stand up and make your way towards him, but once you're in front of him, your gaze begins to wander.

“On your knees” he says while watching every inch of you squirm , once you 're finally in front of him, he unbuckles his belt, freeing his cock from the restraints of his pants. His tip was pink and leaking with precum. “Suck”

You nodded and leaned forward, shyly licking the tip of his cock. You collect all the pecuniary that was dripping out of his cock on the tip of your tongue before you taking the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He groaned and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing more of his cock into your wet mouth. You gagged around him and he groaned, hips sputtering. You pleasured him as much as you could, running your tongue against the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. “ M’ Fuck Angle… just l-like that “

He groaned, letting out ragged breaths and occasional grunts. He began thrusting into your mouth after a bit, using you as a pleasure hole. The sound of your lewd noises and gagging only spurred him on as he fucked your face, forcing his cock down your throat with each brutal thrust. He thrusted about seven more times before he halted and held your head down, making you deepthroat him. He held his dick in your throat for a solid ten seconds before he pulled out.

You immediately gasped for air, greedily sucking it into your lungs. “ Fuck… Angle that’s a good girl. Now get up and let your doctor take goood care of your “ You caught your breath before getting up and sitting on his lap. He flipped your dress up and revealed your drenched panties that outlined your cunt.

“You‘ve got such a pretty pussy angle. So beautiful “ he complimented, before leaning down to nibble on your ear. Then he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties and tugged them down, his breath audibly hitching as he took in the sight of your bare, sopping wet cunt.

“You're such a slut. You're sopping wet and I haven’t even touched you yet” He says, dragging his finger along your pussy lips. He drew tight circles on your clit, you moaned and arched your back sinking deeper into him. “There, there my precious slut, I’m going to take such goood care of you”He assured you. He grabbed his cock and lined it up at your entrance, slapping his tip against it a few times.

Just then he slammed himself inside, not giving you anytime to adjust to his length and girth. You meow, as you gripped on to the sides of the chair. “Your so tight for me angle, f..fuck” He buried himself right in your cervix before he dragged his cock back out, leaving just the tip inside before he slamming back in, going so deep.

M’…S’ so deep doctor..f-

You whined, starting to feel in your tummy. He start to pick up his already animalistic pace, stuffing your cute little cunt full of his thick cock.Roughly squeezing your thighs each time he went balls-deep in your pussy.

“ M’ such a good slut, I’m going to fill you up so good”

He thrusted hard into you causing you to see stars . It was like nothing else was on your mind but getting him to cum deep inside you. Just then he pulled you by the waist and impaled on his fat cock making his balls slap against your ass x7.

He waited until your cunt started spasming and fluttering around him. Your moans echoed throughout the whole room blocking out every outside noise. “Gonna cum for me, huh? Gonna get you to cover my fat cock with your slutty cum? Gonna milk me dry? I bet you want my fat load inside, dirty fucking cum slut."He leaned down and whispered condescendingly into your ear.

You said nothing as your eyes progressively rolled back into your head as he continued to pound your weeping cunt, groaning into your ear and biting at your neck. “Cum for me angle, Go on cum on my cock like the dirty whore you are”

It only took a few more deep thrusts for you to unravel on him, your cunt squeezing him so hard it almost slowed down his pace. You came so much that some of it dripped out and fell onto the floor , but your cream left a pretty ring around the base of his cock

“Fuckkk.. gonna fill this pretty cunt of yours with my cum. Gonna put a fucking baby in here. You want that? Huh? Want me to fuck a baby into you?"

He purred into your ear, and you nodded brainlessly, feeling your eye roll to the back of your head once again.He groaned and gripped onto your hips with a force he hadn't used before. He slammed you on his cock a few more times before shooting a load of warm cum straight into your womb. You felt full like if you took one step you would completely undone.

He didn't pull out, instead, he stayed still and made sure that when he pulled out, very little of his cum would be wasted. You lay there, desperately trying to catch your breath as he gave little, gentle thrusts, pushing his cum further inside of you.

“I would call this experiment a success” he sang, placing one last kiss on your cheek.

After a wild night of festivities, you had finally woken up. However, you conclude that, Dottore was nowhere to be found. You make an effort to stand up but end up stumbling back down. Then, you see there's a letter that's lying on his desk, which reads.

Get back to Snezhnaya, rest up, and I'll send someone to get you as soon as possible.The other table has some clean clothes, if you can make it over there. Hahaha

#fiction #writing #anime fanfic #smut #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #dottore smut #dottore #anime smut #fanfic #fluff

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olentia · 5 months

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NARUTO FANFICTION RECC

FANDOM; NARUTO

Name: The song of the seagulls guide me to my countries pride

Fandom: Naruto

Author: Olentia

Ships: SasuNaru, SakuIno, KakaObi

Warnings: Themes of war, childhood trauma, neglect, mental illness (kept very mild)

Chapters uploaded: 5 (30,000 words)

Audience: Teen and up

Language: English (Original work is in Brazilian Portuguese)

Most important tags:

Fuuinjutsu Master Uzumaki Naruto, Medic Haruno Sakura, Kenjutsu Master Uchiha Sasuke, Hatake Kakashi is a Good Teacher,BAMF Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto), Uzumaki Naruto is a Good Friend, Uchiha Sasuke is a Little Shit, Strong Haruno Sakura, BAMF Uzumaki Naruto, BAMF Uchiha Sasuke, BAMF Haruno Sakura, Jinchuuriki unit, Uzumaki Clan-centric, Herbology, Character Analysis, Worldbuilding, like a lot of worldbuilding, Potions and Poison, deep dive on cultural practices of things i made up, Old Gods ,Flower Symbolism , Sensor Type (Naruto), Chakra Deep Dive, Kakashi feels guilty, Minor Sarutobi Hiruzen Bashing , Spiritual Rituals, Recipes, Sentient Uzushio

Synopsis: In a world where Uzumaki Naruto learns much earlier about his family and the entire nation of fuuinjutsu masters that had been hidden from him, with their seals, whitish stone and the voice that whispered in his ears how precious he was, even when everyone insisted on calling him a demon. He immediately decides to make them proud, along the way acquiring a family of his own. For a family could be an ex-avenger, a bloodthirsty doctor, a perverted professor, and an ancient beast of pure hatred.

Or where Naruto learns about the Uzumaki clan and how to deal with his bodymate, and this shapes the future of Team 7.

If you are interested in seeing an analysis of the ninja world, its villages and the traumas that children of that world suffered, and especially how the decision of a single responsible adult managed to change the course of the entire history of this alternate universe.

If you want to see kids going crazy and showing their worth to everyone around them, living as a dysfunctional family and ending the problems of the ninja world as a mighty team.

And especially if you want to see how far the love and devotion of an Elder Goddess can go, and her desire to see the best in the world and that justice be served for her people who were slaughtered. Take a look at the link below, and find a functional Team 7 that sees itself as family, a Konoha 12 that have always been great friends, and how Naruto's speech no jutsu managed to save the ninja world before the villains even start their plans.

Sakura poison specialist.

Naruto seal master.

Sasuke blades expert.

Kakashi specializes in being a worrying father and teacher.

Kurama loves his children too much.

Summonings contracts and a deep dive of my growing list of Naruto headcanons.

Original Characters that are not shipped with the main characters and only serve to help the narrative.

And a lil bit of what I think Naruto could have had.

#ao3 #naruto #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #naruto fanfiction #naruto series #naruto uzumaki #sasunaru #sakuino #kakaobi #lgbtqia

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kebriones · 8 months

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Would you recommend your school to someone looking for an art school to apply to?

Massively depends on what type of art you want to do, your ability to put up with bullshit and what you expect your studies to give you.

The athens school of fine art is fine arts-oriented. If you want to do more illustrative work, comics, animation, conceptart, whatever etc, this is definitely not the school for you. Abstract stuff, performance, installations, video art, sculpture? Definitely recommend it. Specific workshops/profs also offer classes that really help with fundamentals of painting/drawing/sculpture, but the general direction of the school is "we make art for those who know about art, not the general public" so if you're, say, someone who wants to do book illustrations, you will suffer. And honestly the overall knowledge you get is so all over the place if you want to evolve quickly and actually learn, especially if drawing is your focus, i would not recommend it.

Second is that the relationships with the professors might be on surface level more casual than in other schools, but you will also have a bad time if you're not able to listen to the stupidest stuff and just nod and agree. Art is a subjective thing and trying to teach/instruct artists is a hard job with lots of pitfalls. Ideally you'll just click with your main professor but very likely you are going go have personal issues with them and you have to be ready to handle that. They might be unreasonable and unfair and you need to internally filter everything they say and ignore what isn't helping you. I know a lot of people who cannot handle this environment, or end up constantly arguing with professors. Basically you need to be there to do your work and not to be recognized or praised. People who come thinking they're great artists and want to always be right are going to have problems. I don't think I'm explaining this correctly but basically you need to be ready for shitty profs.

Third is that it's super difficult to get in. Mostly because it's not entirely objective and there's a factor of luck. Only 1/10 of those who take the exam pass each year. I never passed the exams, i tried twice and during prep school I was constantly reassured by my teacher that I was definitely getting in, and that I was their best student. How well you draw doesn't matter. I got in by transferring from Thessaloniki due to health and money reasons and i had to go to the ministry like five times to get the papers done. I think you can no longer transfer though. I might be mistaken.

If you're into fine arts, if you can put up with weird unreasonable professors in order to get what good they can give you (and they can give you good stuff for sure, you just have to pick them out of all the stupid stuff) and if you can force yourself to work and evolve as an artist without expecting much structure and direction from the school, it's good. It took me 4 years of constantly wanting to drop out before i finally made my peace with it, and that's because I'm now in the final year where I can basically just work on my stuff exclusively and focus on my graduation project.

Of also you have to be able to work on the projects the professors night give you which can be completely outside of your interests. If you can't force yourself to work on something on-command, you'll struggle. If you're overly particular about your work, you'll struggle. If you can't change your work to kinda match what your prof is expecting/asking from you, you'll struggle.

It is however an environment where you are very encouraged to create and actually become an artist. There's art and artists around you all the time you just have to be open to it. There are bonuses too, that you get an intergrated master's degree, there are the annexes that are absolutely gorgeous places to go stay and make art in, and the degree gives you certain privileges. The evening workshops you can choose from are also all extremely good and interesting and offer probably the biggest amount of concentrated knowledge in the school. Photography, set design, ceramics and marble sculpture are some of the best and have good professors too.

There used to be a comics/animation/illustration workshop that was a rogue workshop. We tried for years to get it approved by the uni council and we got a lot of backlash. At the end it was dissolved, it doesn't exist anymore and the professors running it gave up. That's an example of the school's feelings on these things.

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I guess they're about to learn this the hard way on Wikifeet, but the only thing worse than reading philosophy is reading contemporary popular political nonfiction. The past's popular political nonfiction, if it's ripened into a classic, is fine to read—often better than philosophy, in fact, hence my elevation of Emerson and Chesterton over the philosophers. But trying to sift through present-day material for the gems is too much of an opportunity cost. I had the patience for it when I was a kid but not now. I read so many of the Bush-era political books, for example, and what do I have to show for it? When's the last time you heard anybody deploy an insight gleaned from the once painfully au courant Verso volume, Afflicted Powers? Ironically, given how things turned out for all involved, the best of the W. books were probably Mark Crispin Miller's Frankfurt-School-inflected Bush Dyslexicon and Cruel and Unusual.

Anyway, I haven't done an ad on Tumblr in a while, and in another Xeet Anna K advocates "grandiose narcissism," so please let me renew my recommendation to Tumblr's apparently substantial Red Scare contingent of Portraits and Ashes, a novel I wrote in 2013, which foretold the whole Red Scare sensibility. In my later material, though, I have moved on thematically. (A paid subscription to my Substack gets you access to a post containing pdfs of my three prior novels, including Portraits and Ashes, as well as to my serialized novel-in-progress, the occult-themed American epic, Major Arcana.) I wrote my last Red-Scare-ish story, "Sweet Angry God," in 2015, three years before the pod debuted. You can read that story for free here. The opening paragraphs:

Apparently it began with a hate fuck. There was a dirtball café, no doubt collectively owned, a few blocks from the art school. He worked there, and she had been watching him for some months, maybe even her entire sophomore year. The first time she went into the place she noticed him, how hateful and stupid he was. Some kind of percussion-heavy music rumbled over the speakers, hissing with analogue static. She thought she felt the tuba thrum in her throat. Above the music she heard him talk to his co-worker as his face glistened in the espresso machine steam. He didn’t look at her, not even when his dirty fingernails grazed her palm with the change. “No, Romanian. It was a group, yeah, I mean they allied with Hitler. Not saying I’m defending them, but, I mean. They were pissed off that their culture was being violated by the modern west. Yeah, they hacked people’s heads off. Limbs. Like werewolves, man. Okay, it’s fucked up. But today you just push a button. Is that better? This is their marching music.” She kept her eye on him after that. Maybe he was dangerous. She would look over her laptop screen when he came out from behind the counter to wipe down the tables. He stomped around in careless bursts, like a toddler. He had a pervert’s goatee and wore bowling shirts stained at the armpits. When she saw his sneakers, so old they’d become fashionable again, she understood what “down-at-heel” literally meant. His body looked sinewy, a bad cut of meat. Stupid-ass white boy. Sometimes she checked certain books out of the library to read in front of him, anything by or about men ready for violence. Marinetti, Mao, Fanon, whatever. His eyes were always elsewhere. Men ready for violence unmade and remade the world. She just lived in it. She wondered if he didn’t want to just live in it. Her sophomore-year final project she called Men Ready for Violence. Blood-spatter paintings were arrayed around a screen showing various armies on the march. Their choreography contrasted with the chaos of the red paint. She loaded the artist’s statement with jargon, quotations from Klaus Theweleit and Judith Butler, so that her teachers didn’t call a shrink or a cop. Everyone was polite about it, one professor even enthusiastic. Her classmates looked at her strangely. Especially the girls. Then the semester was over. One week left before she had to come home to mamá. She sat in the café reading Ernst Jünger. He wiped down her table while she was still sitting at it, his face vacantly smiling, the dirt-nailed knob-boned fingers sinking in the washcloth’s soft folds. One week. What would a Romanian fascist do? She reached out and grabbed his wrist hard. Her face must have looked like it couldn’t believe what her hand had done. Her nails were red-stained with oil paint. He was looking at her nails and then turned to look into her eyes. He showed smoker’s teeth.

How did I know in 2015 that this type of young woman, then still immersed in pop Jezebel-style feminism, would soon be getting into aesthetic fascism? Because I'm not a philosopher. I can't afford to let logical argument block the truth.

#anna khachiyan #red scare #creative writing #mark crispin miller #sohrab ahmari #richard hanania #nonfiction #literature

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Your art school characters - are there any really good things/people as well as the really annoying ones?

Heyyyyyy, first of all, thanks for your question!!

You know... that makes me reflect a lot. Let me make a small parenthesis about the annoying one first:

There are many nice people here, even those "characters" let's say, their default setting is "ok"... maybe even actually good, but- then they start acting in a way that makes me go:

"Why did you do that? All this could have been prevented. It was easily avoidable..." like in a disappointed way more than an angry one(most of the times)

I would like to defend them and give them the benefit of the doubt, but I can't. Sometimes discovering some people I really looked up to were... not that good hurt, but I also acknowledge that they're painfully human.

Then there are some people that are... I don't know but I would kill my firstborn for them ahahah.

My histoy and Italian literature professor, for example, MY GOD THAT MAN IS PRECIOUS. Seriously he's like a father to me, he's great and is one of those professors that actually cares about his job and his students. No one and believe me when I say literally NO ONE in my entire institute has ever criticized him EVER. He makes us students care for his subjects,even those who don't like studying don't want to disappoint him.

There is my old sculpture teacher, she was awesome too, once she left me an anonymous note on a big project of mine telling me "this is beautiful you're going to do great things in life". And it helped me so so so so much having someone believing in me when most people thought that I couldn't be able to do something like that yet.

My (old) art history teacher (we have some kind of curse with this subject, the professors change every year lol) she explained her subject in a suuuuuper clear way and helped us with notes and PowerPoint (useful ones, not lazy ones)

My classmates/colleagues (ifk what's more appropriate) are also great. Tbh, these years have been very hard, but overall, it has been a satisfying experience, and hopefully, this last year will confirm it(pleasepleaseplease)

#thanks for your question again #and oh man it was a verboooose answer ahahah sorry #I have to say it but sorry if my english is not perfect and something was confusing ahshhfhhf

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hi mads, srs again!! sorry for dropping off the face of the earth! finals..... happened and then i lost all sense of time for a week 🙃 how did your finals go?? i hope your potato famine paper wasn't too unmanageable and that it was interesting to write. i ended up writing 7000 words for an original nature writing project bc i had wayyyy more to say than i anticipated lol. the music history thing is super cool too!! that's definitely been the most interesting part as i've gotten into classic rock: how music evolved over time, what influences changed the styles of music, and how artists influenced one another. in mike nesmith's autobiography, there's a bit about how jimi hendrix singlehandedly changed the entire rock scene and basically shook everything up the way the beatles had back in '63, and mike recalls a dinner at a restaurant where john lennon came rushing in out of breath and super late for the meal because he had been in a club watching hendrix perform and had recorded the performance and proceeded to play it in the restaurant bc it was so life-changing. it's so wild that there's these singular moments where things can change so suddenly, and people can remember decades later the moment they first heard the new style and how it made them feel.

do you have any fun plans now that you're on break? any fun traditions? i'm excited for a lot of the christmas baking! i've already made some gingerbread cuneiform tablets for my mom (she's a history teacher lol) so now i'm getting ready to do some real christmas cookies, maybe bake some small loaves of bread, and recreate some pastries that i used to love getting when i studied abroad! we're trying to go low-effort for christmas meals this year, so the desserts are really the only things that are going to be fancy lol.

travelling back to 60s london would be so much fun!! and your concert choices are a+, i saw stop making sense at the movie theater recently and it totally blew my mind, it would be amazing to be part of that crowd just having fun!!

i hope you're having a relaxing break so far and take some time for self-care!! christmas is just a few days away, so i hope you're having fun and feeling festive! 🎄🎆🎁☃

much love!!! -🦋

Hello Secret Santa! No worries!! I was hoping your finals went well and that you're alright!!

My finals went great! My professor was very impressed with the potato famine paper so it made me feel accomplished. Also, 7000 words is no joke!! That's awesome! We did our fair share of writing this semester, and we need to give ourselves a pat on the back for our hard work. What were some cool things about your nature writing project that you're proud of?

Yes!! That's the reason why I love classic rock so much is that it really did create the ways we listen to music today! Also, I love Jimi Hendrix so much. I think he was a true innovator. And I've never heard that story before between Mike and John about Jimi. I wonder if it correlates with the anecdote from Paul who went to see Jimi Hendrix days after Sgt. Pepper's was released and Jimi had learned to play it. I like how all these bands' and artists' histories sort of intertwine with each other. Super fascinating!!

Right now I have mainly been trying to watch the videos in my YouTube watch later playlist because I had over 300 videos (I know, I know...). I also am trying to read some books during the break because I know I will not be able to read them once the semester starts back up again. I'll also be trying to write a bit of my Master's thesis during the break which I'm nervous about.

My family isn't the type for traditions, but we do cook a huge Italian dinner for Christmas Eve. I've also baked up a storm with a lot of premade cookie dough. One Christmas, I would like to try and bake everything from scratch because I know I can bake, I just don't have much time to. Also, the cuneiform gingerbread tablets sound so cool!! I bet that was fun to do. I haven't baked bread in a while, but I feel like I should get back into it. I know how to make the big Italian bread loaves, but I really want to try to make sourdough. I just need a starter. Desserts are always fun to get fancy with. I baked some nice pies for Thanksgiving this year that were pretty fancy! What are some of your favorite desserts to bake? Also, where did you study abroad?? I've always wanted to do that, but the pandemic happened unfortunately.

My wishes are the same to you! Everyone deserves a relaxing break and time to themselves to practice self-care. I definitely have, and it's been great! I'm trying to get in the festive mood and I hope you're having a great time with your family this holiday!! :)) Is there anything you're anticipating gift-wise?

#asks #srs23

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Such is life! Behold, a new Post published on Greater And Grander about The Dancing Rabbit; Virginia Jones

See into my soul, as a new Post has been published on http://greaterandgrander.com/the-dancing-rabbit-virginia-jones-2

The Dancing Rabbit; Virginia Jones

Tyler is a versatile, award-winning screenwriter, actor, director, designer, and teacher. Born in New Mexico and raised in New York, Tyler went to Architecture school at Cornell University, where he graduated in 2006. After college, Tyler worked as a designer at a large firm in Boston and taught design at an Architecture College for a number of years. Realizing he needed a big change, Tyler began pursuing acting in 2009.

Tyler received training at the Stella Adler Academy and the Upright Citizens Brigade and quickly began booking many film roles, predominantly leading roles on small indie projects. After getting an agent and manager and joining SAG, Tyler landed roles on ABC's "Body of Proof," TBS’s “Men at Work,” CBS’s “Marry Me,” Crackle’s “Chosen,” and 20th Century Fox's "What's Your Number?".

Tyler is a huge fan of the sci-fi, fantasy, psychological thriller, and horror genres, and the first short film he wrote and directed, “Electric Blue,” was produced in 2015, and screened at a number of great festivals including the Williamsburg Independent, Atlanta Independent, LA New Wave, Kansas City, Roswell, and Film Shortage. He works with lawyer Natalie Hottle.

Although he currently resides in Los Angeles, Tyler prefers to work on both coasts. His screenplays and films have been selected and awarded at countless competitions and festivals throughout the U.S. and abroad. He writes, produces, and directs under his company’s moniker, D R K B L U Films.

What are you working on now that you’re excited about?

I’m super excited (and mortified) about a big crowdfunding campaign I recently launched for a dark fantasy thriller feature film epic called AETERNUM. We need all the support we can get, so please hop over to check out the project on IndieGoGo, and if you can contribute, please do! https://igg.me/at/aeternum-film/x#/

Why did you get into the entertainment industry?

By accident. I used to be an architect, but during the big downturn in 2008, I started to reconsider my love for that field. I took a little break from the field to get some perspective and decided to try to do something entirely different than I’d ever done, just to have fun for a few months until I’d inevitably go back to architecture. Enter acting. What I thought would be a few months of goofing around and being far less serious than I was accustomed to, turned into a lifelong love affair, to which I never formally returned to architecture. I started while living in Boston, got quite a bit of work out there, commuted into NYC frequently for auditions and shooting projects, then made the move to LA back in 2011. I now focus on acting, but also screenwriting and directing, in my pursuits of making films.

I was 27.

What was the first project you worked on?

I did a couple of very weird experimental plays in Boston with this small company called The Imaginary Beasts. We did a show inspired by the writings of Gertrude Stein, and it was really out there. I was an understudy at the time, but one of the leads got sick, and I had to suddenly do the final two shows. Apparently, I did alright because they offered me one of the leads in their next production.

How did you find it?

I honestly don’t remember. It’s very possible that it was something like Craigslist.

What were your goals when you started?

To really just do something different with me, stretch, have some fun, loosen my mind from the pressures that had been heaped on me from becoming a professor of architecture (I was teaching at an architecture college in Boston and they wanted me to go towards a 10-year track). I just wanted to try acting out, explore it a bit, and honestly just even see if I could get a single audition, let alone be cast in something. I had set the bar pretty low.

What are your future goals?

To become a full-time, successful filmmaker. Right now filmmaking work isn’t consistent enough, and I need to work a teaching job in order to support myself financially. I would love to just be working on my film projects with freedom and consistent financial stability. If it were entirely a career in acting that would be just fine with me, but I also really love screenwriting and would be happy to entertain the more multi-hyphenate life like so many people seem to find themselves in. A holistic approach to filmmaking, and my roles in there, sounds like a good fit for me.

Did you go to film school?

No, I went to architecture school at Cornell University. I’ve taken some acting classes here and there, but I am almost entirely a self-taught actor/filmmaker.

What did you originally want to do in Hollywood?

Acting was 100% the focus. Now I’d say it’s like 60% the focus, as I took many years away from it to pursue screenwriting in order to develop the skills to write and create my own projects, rather than rely on someone else to do the writing. I did that because when I got out to LA and was auditioning for roles, I was particularly disappointed in the quality of the writing I was being exposed to. So I had to stop complaining and do something about it. My scripts have since won many awards at festivals and competitions, and have had many directors, actors, and producers attached to make them.

What difficulties (if any) did you encounter in Hollywood?

Nepotism is one of the grossest things Hollywood seems to possess in a way other industries don’t. And it is ever-present and distinctly powerful in the film world. There was very little of that on the East Coast scene, but in LA it’s utterly rampant. I wasn’t prepared for that, and that really crushed a lot of my fledgling interest in acting when I first came out to LA.

What did you do for a day job while looking for showbiz work?

I have had a lot of teaching experience, so teaching has always been a way to financially support myself while doing creative things that mean more to me.

When did you decide to stop working for free?

I got a good bit of studio and network TV work very quickly while living out in Boston, so joined SAG and got an agent out there after about a year of pursuing acting. From there on out I don’t really think I was allowed to work for free anymore. I would have, I didn’t always mind that if it was a cool enough character/project, but rules are rules.

Do you ever work for free or on spec now? And if so, how do you choose when to work on those terms?

I’ll work for free for a friend in an acting capacity. In terms of writing, I have to constantly write on spec or create decks on spec to pitch projects, etc. That side of filmmaking is more spec than not, for most people, I’m pretty sure.

What are you currently working on, and how did you arrive here?

I always have a few projects moving around in different stages of development, but the one I’m really focused on and passionate about right now is AETERNUM:

“A grieving hypnotherapist must help a mysterious man with special abilities regain his memory in order to find her missing son.”

The film is going to be visually stunning; and takes inspiration from other tonal fantasy epics like Pan’s Labyrinth, The Fountain, Midnight Special, The Fall, and the Tree of Life. With Aeternum I wanted to make a film that was truly original, that would be visually gorgeous, be infused with everything I want to say to the world, and be able to retain as much creative control over as possible. Thus, the crowdfunding effort. Which has been nothing short of nerve-wracking.

What’s the biggest thing you depend on, on set?

A really comfortable feeling amongst everyone on set. When things are tense or chaotic or people are disagreeing or being petty or unprofessional, it makes it very hard to make a movie, whether in front or behind the camera. When I’m the actor, I’m always trying to be friendly and connect with everyone. When I’m the director, I’m always asking everyone how they’re doing and if they have what they need, and reminding everyone to have a good time. We take as many breaks as we need but also push for high quality and time efficiency.

Did someone ever try to take advantage of your inexperience in Hollywood?

Yes. They still do. I don’t want to name any names (I mean I do want to but I’ll restrain myself), but there have been writers and producers in particular that have stolen script ideas and stolen large parts of actual scripts themselves. I cannot underscore how deeply painful and infuriating those experiences have been, and how much they’ve made me question both the value of the film industry and the integrity of the people in it.

Did you ever pay for a program that promised big results to help further your career, but it never delivered?

Not really no. I haven’t taken too many classes or anything like that, and none of the ones I’ve taken made big promises, as far as I can recall.

Did you ever come across a project or a person that looked promising, and then the whole thing blew up in your face?

I was offered a unique opportunity through a director that was attached to one of my projects to work with this new seemingly cutting-edge technology that would get us all kinds of access to various things. Without giving too many specifics, the person offering the “opportunity” turned out to be pretty shady, and wasn’t going to honor certain things he said he would, so the director and I jumped ship.

Were you ever put in a position where you were asked to compromise your artistic integrity? What did you do?

All the time. The tricky thing about writing scripts for projects meant for me to act in basically fundamentally invites this kind of problem. Often times producers will read a script of mine, love it, and want to make it, but refuse to have me play the role I’ve scripted for myself. Most of the time I say, nope, this is non-negotiable. Lately, there’ve been a couple of times where I’ve caved, but I hate it, it feels awful.

Did anyone ever approach you and say they would offer you a job if you slept with them?

Nah, I think people know better than me. You can take one look at me and know I’m not gonna put up with that.

Be honest, what’s the worst part of your job? Or the part of the job you enjoy the least?

All the hustle and the bullshit. I’m creative; I’m not a businessman or agent or marketing specialist; and I don’t want to be those things in order to make my art. I think it’s sad that we need to do those things, to try to sell ourselves to others, in order to be granted permission to do something we love. The math of it doesn’t work out.

If you had it to do over again, what would you do differently?

In an alternate universe, I would get involved with acting at a younger age to give myself more time to build a resume and experience. But there are of course a slew of negative side effects that come with acting at a younger age, which I would not have been keen on. I also probably should’ve just stayed in Boston/NYC, frankly. LA is for people who have daddies in the industry pulling strings for them, not for people just trying to break in based on a meritocracy system. Because there really isn’t one here in LA, unfortunately.

What motto do you try to live your life by?

I don’t have a motto for my life, but I try to always consult my heart, consult my head, consult my spirituality, stay as present as I can, and stay as true to myself as I can–difficult as all of those are to maintain. I like to maintain a careful balance between freedom and routine, and adventurousness and groundedness.

Where’s your favorite place in Los Angeles?

The Museum of Jurassic Technology. The coolest place in LA.

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Website

www.tylerpeck.com

www.drkblufilms.com

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@aeternum_film

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semcriatividadenews · 1 year

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FANTASY TEST

Rpg session will be used as a team activity and worth a grade to students Rpg is an acronym for "Role Playing Game", a genre of board game where players "act" to be within the world where the game takes place and interpret their characters To get more information about the performance of the activity we contacted the creator of the project, Professor Patrick Natan Carneiro De Oliveira, professor of Portuguese, Textual Production and English at the Sesi Pinhais college

Interviewer:What inspired you to do this project? Interviewed:I always like to use different elements and resources in the classes to interact and have this greater interaction with the students and the proposal came from the students themselves! So that's what led me to do this andso I matured the idea of working with Rpg in the classroom. Interviewer:About the table game, how will the sessions be held? Interviewed:The Rpg will be based on a contemporary literary work that we are going to work with, each team will work with individual characters, so each team will have a limit X of characters that depend on the amount of students in the teams, with their sheets, which they will fill in data of their characters according to the context of the Book we will be working on, that the book has not yet been decided. And besides, obviously, the construction of the entire space where the students will participate will depend on the book. The idea is to work with a contemporary book to try to bring perhaps a… Something more playful of fantasy that more enters this aspect.

Interviewer:At Work, would all teams be playing at the same time or will it be done on an individual basis? Interviewed:Not. All teams would be working at the same time, but depending on the narrative, each team can change the course of their own narrative to get to "there" later, or not. Interviewer:Do you have any dates? Interviewed:According to my schedule, these activities will be carried out in the month of November. In a period of 2 weeks we will be carrying out possibly the first session! Interviewer:We hear you are not alone in this project, who else is participating? Interviewed:At first, Professor Maria Gabriela, professor of Geography, also agreed to participate in this project. (Do you see another teacher joining the project?) Possibly the history teacher, but I'm not sure. The possibility would be to work with all the teachers, since we can go into many areas and bring them to the table, but at first, only Professor Maria.

Interviewer:What are your expectations about the job? Interviewed:Look, from the survey I did with the staff, asking if they had already played or knew or never heard, several students know and those who don't know will be induced by those who know. But I believe it will be a fun activity and people will enjoy it and we will learn and have fun, "playing" through the game and people will end up enjoying it… I hope people like it!!

After the interview, our reporter asked our interviewee one last question:

Interviewer:Since this activity was very unexpected and many teachers were left out, is it possible to hold new sessions over the next few years with better planning and with the participation of new teachers? Interviewed:Yea! I do see! Perhaps working with other literary moments that would be more interesting, working with Colonial literature for example, Realism and thus bringing these aspects would be interesting to be able to work with other teachers!!

By: Gustavo Benato Coso Sanches

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[tw: test anxiety, math anxiety, school in general]

[long text; ~800 words]

I do not usually remember nightmares, but maybe this one was safe(-ish).

In the dream, I switched in during a test. Although I do not remember the subject of the test, I feel like it was math, and I was certain I could solve the problems given time. But most ‘kids’ had already finished and left. (I am always still a kid in my dreams.) There were adults observing the test and they were surprised I had not answered any questions and talked about me literally just behind my back. I read the questions and I knew I could solve them, but none would stick long enough for me to work on them. So, I got up and walked out. I could hear the adults ‘whispering’ loudly as I left.

I was never in that situation, but it was familiar. I do not remember specific instances, but I do have displaced memories of realizing that time was up, but I had not yet begun. It is possible that these were unrecognized switches because the time loss feels the same.

The frustration is familiar, as is the despair. The knowing how I will be treated when people realize. That I can expect no sympathy. That failure is what I deserve for being bad, stupid, and worthless.

Also familiar is the giving up and walking away. Not literally so, but of the relief that would come when we decided we would stop caring. We did care, and we always cared, but caring only makes it worse.

There is an early episode of the Simpsons in which Bart is going to be held back a grade [“Bart Gets an ‘F’”]. I cannot watch this episode without sobbing (I know, what else is new?).

I do not think I have test anxiety. At least not since fusion. The few tests I have felt anxious about, turned out far better than I would hope. I suppose I am more susceptible to test arrogance now.

To the subject of switching, I have no solid memory for this in tests. I do know that we would expect to fail and to be punished. I also remember that this stress would burst when we would give up. It would go away, and we could get on with being a child. It would move to being a background stressor, an impending punishment. But punishment would come whether we deserved them or not, so one more was only an addition to the constant background stressors.

Also, even if we did well in school, we still deserved punishment. Doing well was only wasted effort.

I have no memory of it happening, but the dream was so familiar that I have to assume it was commonplace. I have to assume that we would switch in and out and this disrupted school for us.

I have a thin memory of handing in a test with a beautiful picture drawn instead. The teacher pointedly ruined the picture by writing over it.

Not a test, but a semester project, we thought the assignment was to draw a picture and the teacher was particularly cruel for the entire class to enjoy. We were in tears. But later, he did recognize that we had given the drawing a lot of effort and that we did believe this was the assignment, so he changed his mind and gave us a barely passing grade for the assignment.

Going back to college since the amnesia collapsed was, unsurprisingly, stressful. I could only do this by focusing exclusively on schoolwork. I would spend six hours on a homework assignment, neatly formatting and typesetting my work, only to hand it in onto a stack of classmates’ scrawlings on crumpled notebook papers. (I handed in one assignment a class late, and the professor did not even look at it. He just gave me full credit and threw it back at me. He said he knew my answers were right and he did not want to waste his time.)

I was an honor student and earned several 4.0 semesters in a row. I know that one semester I earned a 4.0 only because it was the cap, but I had earned over a 1.0 in at least one class.

If I have ever experienced test anxiety, it was in the last final exam of the first semester I knew I could earn a 4.0. I knew that I needed get only a single answer wrong to blow the grade. (I did not know that I had already earned the grade, and the instructor was impressed that I bothered to sit for an extra best-two-out-of-three test he offered after the final because the rest of the class was doing so poorly.)

Toward the end, I was happy when I had to drop school. Even summer break was not long enough for me to recover from the previous semester.

I could not shift my focus away from classes because then I would fail. I did not mind spending six hours on homework because it blotted out everything else.

When life outside school became an issue that needed my focus, I had to drop school. I could not do both at once.

I am exhausted just from thinking about school.

There is another element to this dream, but I will break that into a new post. This one is already too long.

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [2]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part! I’m excited to put out more parts soon!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, oral (f receiving), car sex, dirty talk, college!au, nerd!reader, fuckboy!bias

words: 4.4 k

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“And then he asked me if I would wear his tie around my neck while he- Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you there?” Your roommate, Chohee, waved her hand in front of your face from across the table. You had occupied the seats in the back of the Chinese restaurant, in a niche where you were mostly hidden from other customers. Turns out, for all the spicy stories she had in store – as always – that had been a great idea.

“I swear your thoughts have been all over the place lately. Are you sure you have nothing to talk about?” She twirled a strand of her dyed pink hair around her fingers while she mustered you suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out. It’s nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve been studying day and night. Looks like you’re the only one with the stories today. Just start again from the part where he got the whipped cream from the fridge,” you said.

“We went over that part five minutes ago! Have you paid any attention?” Chohee shook her head with a grin. Then she began her bedroom-adventure story from the beginning, because she knew as well as you, she loved talking about it.

Truth was, you had one hell of a story to tell. And no, you had not been paying attention. Not because you were tired. Not because you had studying on your mind. But because one hundred percent of your focus was currently directed at the boy only a few tables from yours. You only saw the back of his head, but there was no doubt about his identity. The mop of hair was unmistakable. Plus, he was in his famous black leather jacket. There was no mistaking this piece of clothing. It was decorated with white splatters of acrylic paint and had his name written messily across the top of his back. You could just about make out the tips of the letters as he leaned back comfortably, legs spread on his chair, chatting to his friend.

Chohee had no idea about the grip the person behind her had on you. She was your closest friend, and yet you hadn’t broken the news to her: You were hooking up (and not just once) with the so-called “hottest guy on campus”. AT least those had been her words when she had first told you about him. Lately you had to admit, you were starting to agree. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep secrets from her. In fact, on many occasions you had almost crumbled and told her the full story. Had she not been such a chatterbox, and did she not love gossiping as much as she did, you swore she would already know about your little arrangement with him.

She was aware of this much: You and him were casual friends. Study buddies, one would say. You had subtly passed over the little details of your friendship. How grocery store visits sometimes turned into visits to his dorm because of a simple text of his, or how you had sneaked out on more than one occasion in the middle of the night because he had told you his dormmates weren’t home. It wasn’t weird to Chohee that you brushed over the particularities of your “one-night-stands” when you returned in the mornings. You had never been as big on sharing as she was.

Maybe you wanted to keep things to yourself out of fear what people would say, too. You couldn’t care less whether people knew you were sleeping around. But everyone knew him, or so it seemed. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. All you desired was his friendship and some fun. You had no interest in being known on campus or having people you’ve never met giving you the side-eye over having sex with an oh-so-special boy. One day you would tell Chohee all about it. You weren’t technically lying. Just not sharing the entire story.

“Remember how I said H/N was the hottest guy ever?” Chohee suddenly said. The sound of his name made your head snap back to reality.

“Oh, now you’re listening, I see. All it takes is for me to mention your new bestie,” she teased. “You shouldn’t get too attached to him. I have a feeling that girls are interchangeable to him, either way. Anyway, I’ve decided I find his friend Korain much more attractive, since I’ve been hooking up with him.”

Would it be weird to correct her? To promise her, when you had more time and weren’t so distracted, you would lay the truth on her? He isn’t like that at all, you wanted to say. Yes, he liked female attention. But that didn’t make him a bad guy. Would it sound crazed to explain how he knew how you took your coffee, and how he sent you pictures of your favorite animals before your exams to take some of the nerves away? Or how he reported that it took him exactly 1,012 steps to get to your dorm from his place? Multiple times you had tried to count the distance yourself, but you never seemed to have enough focus to make it. Something always caught you off guard. You had doubted his credibility, but he swore he wasn’t bluffing.

Speaking of his friend Korain – who was at this very Chinese restaurant with H/N – he was suddenly making eye contact with you. Before you could slide lower into your seat like a frightened animal, he had grinned at you. Oh no. Prompted by his friend’s smile in your direction, H/N now turned his head. You were thankful Chohee was still deep in her explanation on why she had changed her opinions on the two very boys only a few tables away. If only she knew.

H/N’s eyes caught yours and a smirk plastered on his face. You assumed the tiny smile you sent him would do, but no. The two young men had collected their things and were getting ready to leave. The exit was the opposite direction, and yet H/N took the long way there. His stride was that of a model as he approached your table.

“Y/N,” he said, voice sweet like sugar candy and his smile charming like famous artwork. “You wanna hang at the library later?”

Chohee was now eyeing him as if she was your bodyguard and he was an obsessed fan who had crossed into your personal space. All you could think of was how you wanted him as your dessert. Now. But you had an exam coming up in a few days. So, his invitation fit just right.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled politely. He gave you a raised eyebrow, but then nodded, said goodbye, spun around and followed his friend out of the restaurant. When you looked at Chohee, she was already giving you eyes that asked a billion questions at once. Fantastic. Now you’d have to explain that “hang at the library” was not some sort of codeword for sex, but you had – against all odds – convinced the local prince of fuckboys that studying wasn’t such an atrocious idea after all. But fate saved you before you could begin your clarification.

“Oh no! Where has the time gone? I have to get to my afternoon lecture!” Chohee exclaimed, quickly gathering her purse and jacket. “My professor will curse me if I’m late again!”

And with that, she scrambled up from the table. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I have to go! I demand a good story when I get home!”

You knew she was just being dramatic, and should you decide to keep everything to yourself for another month, she wouldn’t be mad. And yet, the urge to tell her crept up on you as you watched her hurry out of the door while waving one last time. Your morning classes had been the only appointment in your calendar for the day. So, with nothing else to do, you fished for your phone to message him for a time to meet at the library.

“What were you being so weird for earlier?” he asked as he plopped down on the wooden chair across from you. His books slammed on the table, and you flinched a little. Boys.

“Thanks for reminding me why I chose to sit in the group project area today. Could you be any louder in a library?” you said. “And thank god we’re the only ones here.”

“Thanks for reminding me that you’re still great at avoiding questions,” he returned.

“I just didn’t want my friend to ask questions.”

“So you talked to me like a five year old would respond to their kindergarten teacher? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? The guy with the reputation?”

“No, I’m not. Wait? What? And what kind of reputation would that be, if I may ask? The you-only-sleep-with-a-girl-once-reputation?”

“You should know the nastiest rumors mostly prove to be false. I was thinking of something more delightful. Like a gives-the-best-head-on-campus-kind of reputation.”

You snorted. “And who is going to do the research to prove that?”

“Why don’t you look around and report back to me?” he smirked.

“No thanks. I’m already hooking up with a guy who’s more than a handful.”

He faked taking offence in your words with a theatrical gasp. “Is that so? The girl I’m hooking up with isn’t much better. Always asks to hang at the library like she doesn’t beg me to fuck her the second we get out of there.”

“Let me remind you that you were the one who suggested this place today,” you said. “I was ready to jump into your bed and you had to stall time like this.”

“Are you for real? What are we still doing here, then?” he asked, and you tilted your head with a suggestive grin that mirrored his.

15 minutes later:

“Who the fuck stores five umbrellas in their car?” You kicked another one off the backseat you were lying on. Your bra was exposed beneath your shirt which he had pushed up on your chest and was now attacking the exposed skin with hungry kisses.

“That’s what you get for not getting it on in the library,” he muttered against your skin without looking up.

“We’d be asking to get suspended from there by doing that,” you said. “And I cherish my library very much.”

He only made a snickering noise and shook his head before he went to take off his shirt – and promptly hit his head on the car roof. “Ow! This sucks. I can barely move.”

“That’s what you get for not waiting until we’re at your place,” you teased him with his own words. But judging by the prominent bulge in his pants, you supposed you didn’t want him driving anywhere. Not with naughty things on his mind, and with you next to him to only make him hornier. Your eyes fell on the dark purple spots on his abdomen, and you grinned.

“Wow. Someone must have worked hard to make that stomach even prettier,” you said.

“Yeah, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to your ear and his husky tone sent cold shivers up your spine. Of course, you knew. You were the one who bit and sucked the hickeys into his skin two days ago, after all. His hands palming your boobs through your bra drew out a desperate sigh from you.

“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked.

“What kind of game would that be?” Your interest was roused. He was lost in thought for a moment, hands slowly running up and down your exposed legs. Luckily, you had opted for a skirt today. All he’d had to do was to push it up to your belly and get rid of your underwear after your short but very steamy make-out session on the backseat. The cool air on your exposed core was only magnifying your impatience.

“Whoever comes first, loses.” You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his idea, and he eyed you with indignation. “You don’t like it?”

“Everyone knows women take longer to orgasm than men do,” you said. “Are you trying to dig your own grave or what?”

“That’s why I’ll have a head start,” he announced. His hands circled the skin close to your core, creeping up your thighs slowly.

“And what’s the prize for winning?”

“The loser owes the winner a favor.”

“Too vague. I don’t trust you with that.”

“I don’t trust you, she says as she waits for me to fuck her in my car,” he mocked.

“I don’t trust your crazy ideas,” you clarified. “What about this? The winner pays for the loser’s next meal when we eat together.”

“Deal.” He slid his fingers over your pussy, and you crumbled into a whining mess within seconds. No matter how much your head denied it, he really was the best. He caught your clit between his digits and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment.

“Shit, you only turn me on more if you’re going to moan like that.” He lowered his head and spit on your center, and the laughter that had been bubbling in your throat died in an instant. His fingers rubbed your nub fast and spread his saliva – without doubt his attempt at tipping you closer to the edge before he had even begun to fuck you.

“Too bad you find me so hot,” you said, and let out a purposely dramatic whimper, followed by his name in your best fake-porn-voice. His smile had something wholesome, as if he was admiring his friend making silly jokes, but also a glint of playfulness. You knew had been a mask when he bit his lip and exhaled slowly. With ease, he slid his middle finger into you. As he curled it against your sweet spot, he bent down to suck on your clit and your back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“Too bad you’re going to lose,” he said, and then continued his antics. Had he continued this way for another few minutes, his words wouldn’t have been so far from the truth. But you had other plans.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked. “That’s enough of your head start.”

“I only just tasted you. Why would it be called a head start, if you’re going to stop me two minutes into giving you head?” he asked and you would’ve slapped his shoulder, had he been close enough. Instead, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. He was the competitive one here, and you didn’t mind enjoying yourself for now. Sighing in temporary defeat, your head fell back onto the seat. The sun was shining its last rays through the car window. They caught in his curled eyelashes and on his skin, coloring him golden.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, arm snaking around your thigh. He held on to you, but it wasn’t as if you could have moved away from him. Your head was right by the car door. His lips around your clit paired with his finger steadily rubbing against your sweet spot inside of you made you feel like floating. His free hand touched your leg gently, caressing your skin as if he wasn’t also simultaneously pushing you to the urge to yell out his name in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, as if you needed to do so to keep him in place. But something in the back of your mind still had a desire for winning. Trying to collect the last bits of your dwindling sanity, you hatched a plan. Good on you – you knew just what rode him into madness.

“I- I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, making sure to add an extra layer of tragedy to your voice. “Please, I want it so bad.”

He looked up at you, a dark glint in his eyes. Of course, he did. All was going according to plan. It wasn’t like you had known him all your life, but you were perfectly aware of one thing. He could never resist your dirty talking and begging.

“Please?” you bat your eyelashes ever so longingly at him.

“Is that so?” He was now straightening up. His black pupils were dilated, and he was looking at you with the expectation of a loyal puppy waiting for his treat. You grabbed the front hem of his pants and pulled him towards you. In a moment, you had unzipped the material for him.

“I want you to fuck me like you did the first time we met. At the party,” you said. “Do you ever think about it, too?”

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said. Faster than you could register, he was ripping a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his free length. His cock stood angry and hard against his stomach. Perhaps your dramatic words weren’t so far-fetched. You couldn’t wait for him.

“Then do it, please,” you said. “Right now, this pussy is all yours. Use it the way it should be used.”

He muttered a swear under his breath and you knew he was in the palm of your hand. His hot breath fanned your neck as he bent over you, cock aligned with your exposed core. For a moment his length slid through your wetness, and he groaned at the warmth that was about to engulf him.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you moaned. “And all for you.”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the exaggerated show you were putting on for him as much as he did. Although, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to call it exaggeration, at all. Your walls clenched around nothing as the tip of his cock touched your juices and he eyed you like he could’ve eaten you up right then and there.

When he finally entered you, he instantly sighed. His eyes were shut tightly as he dealt with the impact of feeling you around his shaft. A small spark of triumph went through you. That was, until he pushed your legs up and snapped his hips against yours. A sharp, sudden burst of pleasure shot through you and the coil in your stomach tightened all at once. You suspected your plan was backfiring slightly. Your words not only appealed to him and his famished mind and body. They also got to your head, and there you were, barely able to contain yourself under a load of blind hunger.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, huh?” he asked. His words went straight to your core. Nonetheless, you had a goal to work towards and you weren’t set on giving up.

“Yes, oh my god,” you whimpered. “That’s all I’m asking for. Please, I know you can. You always fuck me so well.”

In response, he rammed his body into yours so abruptly, you gave off a noise of surprise and pleasure at the same time. He bent his upper body over yours to support himself. His hands lay flat on the seat on both sides of your head. His thrusts made your legs shake now and then, when his cock hit that one spot inside of you. It was causing you to see entire galaxies on the inside of your eyelids. When you blinked up at him, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Darkness had always suit him better than the golden sunset, either way. The muscles in his arms flexed and his eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment you called victory yours. But you couldn’t be sure for longer than a moment.

Because from one second to another he straightened up and slowed his thrusts. The gradualness had something equally as striking. He dragged his cock through your scarlet walls and his fingers found your clit. You drew out a ragged breath and cursed him for regaining the upper hand. Yet, you quickly abandoned the thought of defeat. When you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure, every last thought vanished at last. You moaned and whimpered helplessly. Without overthinking, you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He shot you a confused smirk.

“Too much, baby?” he said. “Think you won’t be able to handle it? A shame. It would really be too bad if you lost. You were doing so well up to now.”

You swallowed, hard. His patronizing voice tugged at your nerves and yet you loved when he spoke to you this way during sex. And he was aware of it – hence his knowing grin.

“Don’t stop moving,” you asked him to keep up his thrusts. “It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“Oh no. I would never dare break the rules,” he said.

He did as you said, and it only made things more mind-consuming for you. You were again reminded of the small tornado raging in the pit of your belly, threatening to consume you all over. It was only a matter of time. But what he could do, you could do better.

“Do you like fucking me in my skirt?” you taunted him, blinking ever so sweetly. Your eyes were dripping honey as you put on your most innocent gaze. “Am I pretty like this?”

“You’re the prettiest,” he muttered, biting his lip as if he was stopping a thousand moans from spilling out. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“If I wear this skirt to class tomorrow, and you see me in the halls, will you think of this moment?” you asked. His fingers on your clit were shaky and moving unevenly. You might have been digging your own grave along with his. You didn’t care. Too many lectures you had wasted, barely able to concentrate because of the boy on top of you.

“Definitely. You weren’t wearing that earlier, at the restaurant,” he said. You wondered how many people had ever seen him this way – utterly breathless, all his cool vaporizing at once.

“Good observation,” you said, but you were struggling with your words as much as he was unable to keep calm. What was meant to sound lazy and seductive had morphed into a whimper and small sighs. “I wasn’t. I- I put it on just for you.”

He cursed again and abandoned all his remaining self-control. His grip on you was iron-tight and you clenched your fists. Oh, how you wished you could have buried your head into a pillow, or better even, the crook of a neck. Instead, you moaned his name almost soundlessly and searched for his dark eyes.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, like it was his last request on earth. So, you obeyed, only because you would have done anything for him right now, if it meant that he would keep fucking you that way.

“Oh my- my god,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop, fuck-“

“You look so hot right now, baby,” he groaned. “Shit- I could come just looking at you.”

“Then do it,” you said. Challengingly, you both smirked at each other. It lasted only the blink of an eye. You felt your insides twist before you could have prevented it. And all of a sudden, you crashed. Your intense orgasm erupted, and it took you several seconds to realize it, but then you heard it. His high-pitched moans, quiet and curse-stricken, could only mean one thing. You weren’t the only one, and therefore not the first to reach your high. A content smile spread on your face as his messy thrusts went on for a short while and you bathed in the remaining moments of bliss.

Silence set in as you both kept still to catch your breaths. You worried he would pin the loss on you, nonetheless, and inwardly braced yourself for his accusations. But to your surprise, he only laughed and collapsed on top of you. His breath tickled your neck slightly.

“We’ll be splitting the bill, I suppose?” he said. He straightened up to look you in the eyes playfully.

“Looks like it,” you said. You guessed his fighting spirit had been appeased and his energy had been spent on better things than arguing with you. You never minded it.

“Did you have a nice study session? Does the library lady assume you’re homeless and actually living there, yet?” Chohee teased as you entered your shared kitchen. She was typing on her phone but looked up when you only laughed.

“Is that a hickey?” she asked, and you knew you were done for. “What exactly is it you were studying? H/N’s body?”

“I guess I should tell you. Sooner or later, you’ll know,” you relented.

“Tell me what? Oh my god. Are you guys dating? Are you dating H/N?”

“No! You know I have no time for a boyfriend,” you said. “But…we’ve been hooking up.”

“Damn girl,” she said. “What do you have on him that he keeps coming back?”

“Excuse me? Am I really that boring of a company?”

“No. You’re the best company I could ever ask for, obviously,” she said, smiling at you. “But you remember his reputation. He sleeps with the same girl only once.”

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” you said. “Besides, we’re not just hooking up. He’s my friend. You already knew that.”

“Friend, huh?” Chohee asked. “Alright. So, you’re telling me he can hang out with you without trying to get it on?”

“He can, actually. And let me tell you, he’s cool. And pretty funny, too,” you said. She raised her eyebrows at you. “We’ve set some rules. We hook up, but also hang out as friends. Neither is allowed to be upset when the other turns down sex. We can both hook up with anyone else, still. No jealousy, no attachments. Just a good time.”

“Alright,” Chohee nodded. “If you’re so close, do you think you could introduce me to some of his friends sometime?”

You laughed, nodding. Chohee and H/N had quite some things in common, you realized then. Maybe that’s why you liked the two of them so much.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, then. Don’t wrap him too tightly around your finger, or he might trip and fall,” she winked. It was your turn to raise your eyebrow. Whatever she might have been insinuating – you had zero plans of making it reality. (Yet.)

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olentia · 9 months

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FANFICTION RECOMMENDATION, FANDOM; NARUTO

Name: The song of the seagulls guide me to my countries pride

Fandom: Naruto

Ships: SasuNaru, SakuIno, KakaObi

Warnings: Themes of war, childhood trauma, neglect, mental illness (kept very mild)

Chapters uploaded: 8 (59,000 words)

Audience: Teen and up

Language: Brazilian Portuguese (soon I will translate it to English)

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Or where Naruto learns about the Uzumaki clan and how to deal with his bodymate, and this shapes the future of Team 7.

If you want to see kids going crazy and showing their worth to everyone around them, living as a dysfunctional family and ending the problems of the ninja world as a mighty team.

Sakura poison specialist.

Naruto seal master.

Sasuke blades expert.

Kakashi specializes in being a worrying father and teacher.

Kurama loves his children too much.

Summonings contracts and a deep dive of my growing list of Naruto headcanons.

Original Characters that are not shipped with the main characters and only serve to help the narrative.

And a lil bit of what I think Naruto could have had.

#ao3 #fanfic #naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto series #naruto fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfiction #deep dive #character analysis #fanfic reccomendation #portuguese

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harringrovetrashrat · 3 years

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Tagged by @disdaidal !!! Thank you! Omg I’m like 🥺💖🥺💖

So, I figure since I have so many things I’m working on, and no idea when I’ll actually finish them (outside of my Big Bang Project), I should share the bits of them that I do actually have dhfoiahfiosh

What we have are these:

A fic where Billy meets some older queer people while kicked out, and learns from them how to love himself

“So I’m guessing you’ve never met a queen before,” they said. Billy shook his head.

“I’ve never met any royalty.” Juicy laughed and it made Billy feel like he’d said the wrong thing until she looked at him again, practically beaming.

“Well honey, there’s queens abound in here. Drag Queens, specifically.” Billy’s mouth formed a small ‘o’.

“So, you’re a… man?” Juicy shook her head.

“Personally, I find man and woman too limiting. All gender is a costume, darling. I just think dresses are prettier than suits.”

“You haven’t been in the right suits,” Cindy said with a smirk. Juicy gave her the finger without looking.

“It’s called taste, sweetie.” Cindy just laughed. Billy stared at Juicy, feeling awed by them. They were so tall, toned and beautiful. Their skin was dark and glistened with the glitter they’d spread over it. “I’m sure you have taste, don’t you munchkin?” Billy couldn’t help it and he pouted.

“I’m not short, I’m average for my age,” he snapped. Juicy just smiled.

“I like you,” they said, pointing a long nailed finger at him.

A Cheesy Summer Camp Horror fic, with romance and comedy because Like. Y’all know me.

“Let’s stop talking about her,” Heather cut in. “Let’s talk about this weekend.”

“This weekend?” Billy asked, perking up. “What about it?”

“Well, I was thinking we could celebrate the end of the first week with a skinny dip,” she said, eyes sparkling. Billy didn’t miss the flush that crossed over Robin’s face, though he wasn’t entirely sure who it was directed at. He definitely had a guess.

“I’m game!” Tommy piped up, grin wide, anger disappearing from his face. Billy rolled his eyes and snorted, but raised his hand, tongue running over his top teeth.

“Why not,” he said, giving his eyebrows a quirk. “I ain’t no pussy.”

“Of course,” Adam muttered, rolling his eyes. Billy’s eyes snapped over and narrowed. “Isn’t it a little, I dunno, juvenile?”

“Oh come on,” Steve chimed in, munching on the cookie now, relaxing with the change of topic. “Maybe so, but it’s summer, it’s camp, why not, right? Start it off with a bang?” His smile was teasing, bright, and Billy found it hard to look away, hard to deny that smile what it wanted.

The Reverse AU where Steve moves to Hawkins with his father and step family, Claudia and Dustin, and Billy was adopted into the Mayfields

“I’m not--! It’s just midterms! That’s what has me all out of sorts.” He opened his notebook and tried to will his blush away. There was a soft thud and Nancy joined them.

“What has you out of sorts?” She asked.

“Mid--”

“Billy so has a crush on that new guy from New York,” Heather said. Billy made a noise of protest when Nancy smiled, leaning over.

“Oh he’s so cute! Truly impeccable taste you have,” she teased. Billy rested his head on the table.

“I hate both of you so fucking much,” he hissed.

“No you don’t,” they chorused.

“I do, I really do,” Billy replied.

Mermaid AU where Steve and Billy were young friends before being separated. Steve tries to reunite them obviously

“I can show you a bunch of cool stuff,” Billy said, feeling oddly proud of himself. And well, the ocean was his home. And he never got the chance to really show it off to someone who didn’t already know it. “If I show you the ocean, will you tell me more about humans?” Steve nodded. “Like, why are all the ships girls?”

“Huh,” Steve said, tapping his chin with his finger. “I don’t actually know… Usually I think ‘cause a guy names them. I’ll ask my tutor. He knows everything.” Steve wasn’t a huge fan of Professor Owens, but he was nice enough. He let Steve find things to bring in and ask questions about, he didn’t get mad like Steve’s other tutors had when he had trouble reading. So even though Owens still pushed for Steve to focus more on his future, he was better than the other adults in Steve’s life.

“Tutor?” Billy asked. “What’s that?”

“Like a teacher,” Steve replied. “But like… Different.” In fact, Steve wasn’t totally sure what the difference was. Billy just squinted, looking confused.

“Different… how?”

“Uh, tutors are… are taller,” Steve replied matter of factly. Professor Owens was taller than Ms. Joyce had been, so there wasn’t anything to argue against that. Billy nodded seriously, making a note.

There was a ringing bell and a distant voice calling Steve’s name, making him sigh dramatically. It was already time? Billy’s ears twitched a little and he looked at Steve.

“What’s that?”

“That’s my nanny,” Steve said, mopey and pouting.

More of You’ll Find Me Looking Over the Edge of the World

“Oh, King Steve thinking about skipping?” Billy tugged him down, making Steve stumble as a fist started rubbing against his scalp and messing up his hair.

“Fuck, dude!” Steve cried, nearly dropping his tray. Billy just cackled, letting him go and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“No,” Nancy said through grit teeth. “He’s thinking about staying and taking--”

“He can’t go around looking like that,” Billy said with faux concern, eyes all worried as he leaned on the table with one hand and used the other to point at Steve’s, now fully messed up, hair. “I think Steve’ll have to take the afternoon, don’t you?” Billy turned to look over his shoulder, not seeing the way Nancy rubbed at her temples as Jonathan very obviously tried not to snicker. Steve almost felt bad. Billy knocked on the table with his knuckles, pushing up with a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him home safely.”

“Get me home--” Steve began, but before he could finish his sentence, Billy was shoving him around and out of the cafeteria. Nancy sighed, shaking her head, giving Steve a look he knew would turn into a talk later. “Sorry guys!” Steve tossed over his shoulder.

Billy with a rat he named Max to piss off Max (he calls her human Max and she hates it)

“And what the fuck are you doing here?!” He asked her. Max, the little trouble maker, just squeaked at him, wriggling in his grip. “No fucking wonder I didn’t see you in Barbie’s house this morning, you decided to be a fucking Houndini, didn’t you.” She squeaked again, tail swirling and dragging along his wrist. He heard footsteps behind him and moved to shove her back into his jacket sleeve when Steve approached.

“You okay-- Oh!” Steve blinked, brows raised as he saw Max reach with her small, cute little pink hands to grab for Billy’s hard nipple again. “So…”

“Cut that out!” Billy hissed, moving her down to cradle her against his stomach. She settled in, but she was definitely hungry and would get restless again quickly. “I didn’t see her this morning but just assumed she was hiding in her little pile.”

“Me too,” Steve said, checking around the hallway for anyone who was late. Luckily, there was no one around to see them trying to hide a rat in Billy’s jacket. “How’d she even get out?”

“I mean, we are keeping her in a Barbie dream house instead of a cage--”

“Really? You’re gonna sass me now? After you insisted that she ‘live like the princess she is’--”

Stranger Than Fiction AU

“Billy, I swear to fucking god if you don’t get out there right now--” Billy stumbled out from the back, head turned to glare at Max, who was pushing him from behind. She pushed until he was at the counter, face to face with Steve. He glared, though his face was flush. Max crossed her arms. “Like we fuckin’ practiced.” Billy shot her another angry glance, but then looked back to Steve. Who was so confused.

“Max may have, uhm, brought it to my attention that I may have overreacted just the tiniest little bit.”

“That’s not at all right,” Max said under her breath. Billy swatted behind him without looking, missing her completely.

“Anyway,” he pressed on, “I just,” he sighed, pushing an errant curl behind his ear. Steve watched the movement before snapping his eyes back to Billy’s. “I don’t often take the chance to be nice, so I got maybe a little offended.” Max scoffed. “Okay a lot offended,” he said with an eye roll. Steve couldn’t help it; he snorted. Billy’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes lit up, like a kid who just learned Santa was real. Steve blushed, looking away, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

“It’s okay,” he replied, turning back to look at Billy. The sun lit up the stray blonde hairs poking out of his messy bun, making a light halo around him. Steve had to catch his breath.

It was like looking at an angel, vengeful and dangerous, but exciting all at once. His eyes seemed to shine, bright and gleeful, but also full of mischief.

“It’s okay,” Steve repeated, feeling his face heat up more. “I would have taken them if I could. They were amazing.” He smiled, nodding towards the stairs. “I should get to it though. Last day and all.” Something sad briefly flickered over Billy’s face, but it was gone as soon as it was there, and Steve thought he must have imagined it.

“Yeah, good luck,” Billy said. Max was smiling, smug, and she punched Billy’s shoulder.

Leverage AU

“Well,” he said slowly, letting the trio shake off their shadows. “The lab closed.” This isn’t about the kid was the underlying message. “But, what’s happening now is that Mayor Kline accepted a lot of weird bribes. They’re from a company called Starcourt Industries. Now, that’s the name of the mall that opened, Starcourt, but what’s weird--”

“--Is that they didn’t exist for very long before suddenly popping up in Indiana,” Alec cut in. “It reads like one of our companies. General background, seems legit, but I did a lot of poking around most of this stuff leads to loose ends. It took a while to get there, so at first glance…” The group nodded. At first glance everything checked out, and even a little digging would provide a general cover that most people wouldn’t think to look past.

Of course, none of them were most people.

“So who are they?” Eliot asked.

“All of the loose ends lead back to Russia,” Alec said. “But nothing concrete or connected, just more companies that do really general stuff. It goes real deep.” The implications there were discomforting. Alec was a genius, and excelled in his line of work, but this kind of grand scale cover up meant one thing: this was bigger than just a few bad apples in a company. This was a plan.

“So who’s the client?” Sophie asked. Nate pulled up a picture of a grumpy looking man, mustache groomed and eyes hard, but kind.

“Chief Jim Hopper.” That got Parker’s attention, bringing her out of the funk she’d been in since the mention of San Diego and Billy.

“Like, Police Chief?”

“Yep,” Nate said, popping the P. “He’s the one who found the kid, found out there was something going on at the lab. Now, he’s positive something weird is going on. Knows he’s done everything he can to legally take the Mayor down, but the man has a lot of friends in high places, and Jim can’t do anything. And that’s,” he smiled, “Where we come in.”

That’s still merely some of what I have going on, but that’s what I’ll share rn. Anyway, tag me in ur WIPs! I’d love to read them :) tag ur it

#harringrove #tommy h #stranger things #angst #fluff #aus #tag game

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