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cozycryptidcorner · 3 years

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Avery the Fae/Reader, Lemon

You don’t dress up for Halloween.

Not your fault, though, really, because your professors show no mercy for holidays, especially not ones that don’t land them a day off. Classes go on as usual, and so you wake up the latest you can without risking a tardy and go off in the comfortable clothes you slept in. Except for some cat ears and one superman, everything is perfectly normal, and the day passes like almost every other, save for a ‘spooky drink’ coupon at the local cafe.

I probably don’t even need a costume, anyways, you think as you catch your reflection when passing those special mirror-like windows on one of the campus’ buildings. Frankly, you look like you crawled out of hell itself. Dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, hair all askew and uncooperative, mouth in a permanent stressed line.

A zombie, probably, you decide, taking a sip of that hot caffeinated mess you ordered from the cafe. A hot zombie, for sure, but a zombie no less. A part of you wants to skip your next class and take a nap, but you’ve already used up your one absence, and you aren’t in a position to risk your grade for sleep. No rest for the wicked, right? Right. Everything else goes as smoothly as can be expected for being sleep deprived, and the night class seems to drag on for a fully stretched eternity, but you are finally free to go home and do your five hours of homework. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can squeeze in two or three hours of sleep.

It’s because you’re tired, you think, stopping for a hot minute when you realize that you’re lost. You hadn’t been paying attention to campus’ many twists and turns in its paths, and so you must have wandered away from the buildings and onto the forest trail that hugs the dorms, except there’s no cement beneath your feet. Not even a dirt trail marks a way out, and you take a full moment to come to terms with being lost, on your own damn campus, no less. You aren’t any kind of simpering pansy, so you turn around and begin to retrace your steps. Which doesn’t work, unfortunately, because after a couple of minutes of walking, there’s nothing to suggest that you’re only a couple of paces from civilization.

Except a drum beat, behind you. It’s faint, probably a half-mile away, but it’s the closest thing you have to a way back, especially since your phone can’t seem to pick up any signal. Maybe one of the school’s many bands are practicing? Right, you’re just going to stumble out into the football field, twigs in your hair, looking very much like you’ve gotten into a fist-fight with the entire forest…

And… Not a band, you realize, stepping into a clearing, but a party.

A costume party, too, by the looks of it, with everyone in soft, flittery clothing and fitted masks. Interesting how everyone seems to be on the same page with the dress code, there’s usually that one dick who shows up in a hotdog suit, regardless of any previous agreements. Elegant is the word you’re looking for, you decide, running into something tall and solider, correction: running into someone tall and solid.

“Oh, hey, sorry,” you apologize, shifting your weight on either foot, “I’m a little lost.”

“I think that you are right where you want to be,” your stranger says, mouth turning up into a strange, fanged smile. His black mask is trimmed with gold, and it doesn’t seem like he’s costuming as anything specific; rather, it appears to be just for anonymity.

“I think I really want to be in bed,” you say, trying to share a mutual we’re in college and want to die of exhaustion moment, but he doesn’t respond with the same energy.

“Perhaps a drink of wine before you go?” He offers, holding out an actual goblet of some kind. Maybe the metal-working students pitched in? Or accepted a particular commissioned order? It looks like genuine gold, which adds to the whole aesthetic of the party.

“Uh,” don’t accept drinks you haven’t seen made, “I’m good for now, really. Just trying to get back home to study.”

“Hm,” he says, taking a good swig from the goblet he had just offered, “good question. Through the trees from whence you came, most likely.”

Of fucking course, he’s drunk and doesn’t know left from right. Great. What an excellent position you’ve put yourself in. Frustrated and confident he wouldn’t roofie himself, you snatch the goblet from his hand and down several large gulps of shockingly sweet wine, maybe a sangria? Or something sugared up to be palatable?

Swirling the goblet around, to seem sophisticated, you ask, “so is this some kind of rich person party? Like an Illuminati meeting or something?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you speak of.”

“Right.” You draw out the single syllable, landing hard on the t. LARPers, probably, but not unattractive ones. Those masks don’t hide everything, and the shape of his jaw is not something to balk at, and those lips? Not to be forward in your own brain or anything, but they’re certainly decent to look at. This has to be some kind of weird-ass club, or like a rich dumbass ritual or something, definitely not your average frat party with a variety of random drugs mixed into the mystery punch. “Do you go to school here?”

He looks down at your university sweatshirt, cocking his head slightly. “A place of learning, is it? No, I’m afraid I have not attended such an institution, but I must admit that I have been tempted.”

“Well,” you take another sip of wine, “it’s not bad, as far as universities go. With decent financial aid, too.”

“Best not to drink too much of that,” your stranger says, “it’s much stronger than it tastes, and it’s best you stay clear-headed for the evening’s festivities.”

“One cup can’t hurt,” you say, and then realize that he’s just volunteered you to join in on the fun. Which is kind of weird, you guess, but then again, you aren’t going to complain. This is a way more interesting place to spend your evening, but might as well prop your backpack underneath one of the tables, hiding it beneath the skirt of the pale white cloth. You eye the unmarked bottle that one of the party-goers holds, but set your goblet down by the expensive-looking chinaware, flexing your fingers as they begin to tingle with the warmness that comes with alcohol. “What’s the party’s theme?”

He cocks his head, as though confused.

“Like a…” you try to think of a different way to phrase it. “A topic you pick, and everyone has to adhere to it. The people here all look like they’re, like, what Victorian thought the fairies looked like or something. I think it’s the clothes.”

“We are Faeries, though,” he says, the sides of his mouth curving upwards.

“Hm,” you say, “of course you are.”

“Join me for this dance?” Your stranger asks instead of any rebuttals, holding out a hand.

You look over at the band that plays, masks of distinct animal-like features flickering in the light of the bonfire roaring in the center of the clearing, all instruments vaguely familiar, yet not. Some of them you think you’ve seen before, at maybe renaissance-themed festivals, but the others must be from some kind of distinctly obscure genre of music.

The heat from the fire seems to lick out at your fingers, or maybe it’s the alcohol, already making its way through your system, but you stare, transfixed, at the way the lyre player plucks at the strings of their instrument. The quick movement plays too much with your eyes, you barely see anything more than the blurs of fingers, and you suddenly realize that you are swaying in place.

“I don’t know how,” you say, snapping out of whatever trance you had been in.

“It’s rather simple, come here,” he takes one of your hands, shockingly not unwelcome. Perhaps the warmth of his skin against yours brings you a kind of peace that you need during this period of your life. “I will teach you.”

Your stranger is correct; the dance is fairly simple to learn, mostly because there are very few rules. Sway your hips. Let your feet bounce against the soft forest floor. Let him spin you around and around until your head almost feels light. You’ll be honest, he’s the one doing all the work, guiding you, adding more flair to your steps, one hand resting on your waist, the other weaving its fingers with yours. Now, you may not be one to go out and ballroom dance on the fly, but you would be alright admitting that this is kind of fun.

So you dance. And you dance. And you continue dancing, letting the music remove you from time and space, everything else fades away except for the thrumming drumbeat, the wind in the trees, and your partner. You don’t feel the need to gasp for air, nor do your legs give out and collapse, but you aren’t even aware of how much time has passed. You dance out your pain, your stress, and any alcohol that lingers in your system, a layer of sweat keeping your body cool in the autumn night’s air. An eternity, perhaps, a small piece of infinity shared between you and this stranger, or the briefest of moments that still yield the most intimate bit of time that two people can share.

The song ends- or perhaps, the band finally runs out of music to play. You don’t know what time it is, but you aren’t finished with the party, not yet. The stranger sets his hands on both your hips, eyes as red as the fires of hell, and offers you a promising smile, his shirt loosely clinging to his body, having lost the fancily embroidered vest at some point while dancing.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You ask, making a snap decision not to let the night go to waste.

His smile widens.

The trees are your only audience when he brings you away from the rest of the party, the moon staring over the tops of the red and yellow leaves. The chill of the night might have discouraged anyone else, but you are broiling with energy and ready to continue moving wildly to keep warm. Despite barely being out of sight, you’re already working on his clothes, trying to find velcro or snaps of a cheap costume and failing rather miserably. He seems amused with your attempts, guiding your hands to find a variation of ties and buttons. Soon enough, you have his shirt off, his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, revealing a chest etched in dozens of tattoos, red like blood against his pale skin, though it’s too dark to make out precisely what they are.

He seems to have a destination in mind, even though you steal most of his attention with kisses and touches. Even though you are in a place you’re sure no one would bother finding you in, he still seems determined to herd your desperate body further away from the camp, until the both of you get to a clearing, free of roots strangling the ground. Jupiter and Saturn stare blankly down from their perches in the sky, the stars surrounding them twinkling, as though applauding your conquest.

“I didn’t catch your name,” you gasp after a breathless kiss.

He pauses, almost put off by the request, like he’s startled you would even ask. Before you can even regain the ability to feel nervous, he says, “Avery.”

“Avery,” you repeat, running your fingers through his hair. “That’s a nice name.”

“And what may I call you?”

Like a fool, you give up your first name without much thought, but you are too excited about where the night is going to remember what you said even a second later. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his mouth is against yours, and your back is on the cold, dewy grass before you even register that he pulled your legs off balance. He’s a good kisser, you think hazily, his lips traveling down from your mouth to your collarbone. His mouth is nice and hot against your skin, already sending pleasant little shivers down your spine as he works, and you find yourself grasping at the cold, dying grass of the earth in order to pull your spirit back to reality.

The insides of your belly melt as he lifts your shirt up over your breasts, and you’re quick to discard the garment as he sucks at the skin just above the hemline of your pants. He needs help with the button and the zipper, his lithe fingers struggling to figure out the mechanics, so you undo everything for him. After letting out a thankful grunt, he leans forward, pressing his lips right on your stomach, sucking hard enough to leave a red mark that may bruise in the morning.

Then he kisses the skin just above where your underwear ends, a jolting shiver pulsing through your core at the contact. When you glance down at him, the barest light emanating from the roaring bonfire only a few meters away, he seems so… focused, you think, at his task of slowly stripping the last bit of fabric away from your body. Methodically, he tugs, fingers threading through the straps at the side, his eyes glimmering in the light bleeding out from the moon herself.

Slowly, steadily, he presses his mouth where your leg and torso meet, nibbling at a bit of flesh before moving ever so slightly downwards, opening your legs and seemingly liking what he finds down there. Carefully avoiding any of your puckered, wet skin, he instead moves his lips just to the side, clearly enjoying the act of driving you to the brink of insanity. You can feel the smile he wears as he teases you further, switching over to your other thigh.

Almost impatiently, you wrap one of your legs around his shoulder, arching your back when he finally lashes his tongue out to trace the outline of your flower. A heated spark ignites through your nerves, a charge of fiery need flooding your body and into your core. He seems to enjoy the breathless whine you offered in response because he does it again, inching closer and closer to your clit.

Roughly, you tangle your fingers into his long, flowing hair, pulling him closer and begging with no words for him to stop teasing and finally give you the pleasure you need. Avery finally complies, pressing his tongue right up against your clit and tracing little circles on and around it. The heat of his breath only helps further stir the coals in your womb, your back arching against the gentle curve of the world as you cry out.

He seems to deeply enjoy your keening, popping off your puckered flesh in the brief moment it takes for him to smile up at you, like a beast satisfied with the tortured screams of its prey. The way his tongue moves up, around, and down your clit makes you want to die, dirt clinging underneath your fingernails, bits of grass tearing as you claw at the ground. Still, he takes your keening reaction to double his efforts, using his fingers when his mouth is busy elsewhere, rubbing gentle little patterns in the opening of your slit.

There, you can feel your orgasm approaching as he begins to explore your core with his thumb, pushing and rubbing against the throbbing folds with some level of curiosity in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, a passing observation.

You’re so beyond the point of return that you could barely even draw in the words to thank him before you’re overcome with shaking trembles emanating from your very core, your insides quick to bend and break at his beckoning. It doesn’t take much more teasing from Avery before you’re crying out for him, voice cracking with pleasure and desperation, your fingers threading through his hair so tightly you don’t know where you end, and he begins.

When you are nothing more than a heaping, teary-eyed mass of trembling flesh on the ground, he crawls up from between your legs, kisses your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, your collarbone, all the way up to your mouth once more. You can taste yourself on his tongue and lips, warmer than the wine and almost twice as intoxicating, and by the wild stare in his eyes, he’s drunk with your nectar. And, quite frankly, ready to devour you, his kisses all teeth and heat, mouth dexterous against the curves, rises, and plateaus of your body, like he knows so very intimately every square centimeter of you.

There’s a hard rock length against your stomach, one that you can feel, almost tragically against your skin as he lavishes your lips and chest with his blessed attention. Even though you walked into this situation expecting a one-night stand, you don’t know, this feels light it could rocket through your life and end up becoming

“More,” you rasp, surprised that your voice is even working, ” more.”

He understands that rough and demanding command, stroking your hair with one of his free hands, mouth offering up a myriad of kisses to your neck and collarbone, an odd, overcoming need to please you emanating off of him, one like you’ve never dealt with before. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see the familiar masks of those at the party earlier, but Avery turns your wandering gaze back to him with his insistent, feral kiss, his chest trembling with heated need.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” He asks, wanting to hear you say it.

“Please,” you almost snarl, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Hmm,” he almost manages to fool you that he could care less, but by the way his body grinds and presses against yours, he’s so, so close to traveling the radius of the earth itself to comply. You can hear the rustle of fabric as he strips away what’s left of his ensemble, moving away from your body and leaving you almost horrifically cold.

It doesn’t take a lot for him to angle your legs properly, your thigh rubbing up against his throbbing member. He’s at least gentle with how he impales you, his entrance slow and gradual, kaleidoscope eyes staring so intently into your very being that you wonder if you’ll survive the next time pleasure crashes down around you. And he feels so good, the crisp, autumn grass against your back the only thing keeping you from becoming so lost beneath his trembling body.

He must share your thoughts because even though he’s only eased in, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing is short and shallow like he could hardly believe the pleasure your body gives him. Once he’s fully sheathed, he swears, voice quiet, yet filled to the brim with lust. You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to feel him further, your voice and your body begging him to continue, to move, but he’s almost in a trance.

You’re impatient for movement, for that slick friction between your thighs, so you quickly take matters into your own hands. With no finesse, fueled only by spite and determination, you shift, switching positions using your legs and arms. Avery simply rolls with it, a ghostly smile on his mouth as you pin his hands to the ground, chest heaving from the effort, a layer of sweat misting your skin despite the chill of the night.

That seems to break whatever space he had retreated to, eyes lit like a roaring forest fire as he beholds your body from beneath your legs. His voice is raspy, but the demand is calm, collected, like he’s waited for thousands of years for this, for you. “Use me.”

You let out a breath, steadying yourself on his body to comply, and grind. His eyes roll back as you do, starting slowly, his back arching off the ground, his chest heaving with pleasure at the loss of control. Careful to control the pace, you let yourself be taken by the pleasure, the joining slick and hot, your core roaring with approval and greed. More, more, more.

Everything is suddenly vibrantly alive, the forest rustling with a wind you don’t feel, crickets singing hymns in the open field, the moon herself licking at your bodies with her soft, precious light. You think you hear chanting in the distance, your brain muddled with his delicious praises and lust that you don’t try to investigate, too focused on feeling his length pulse and move through your folds. Tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness, no, and you couldn’t possibly know their purpose because this feels so good, like his body was made for you.

This climax almost hurts, you felt it approaching and you knew it would be a lot, so you brace yourself, both hands gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. You look into his eyes, and you see… more, than just fundamental attraction, more than pure, unadulterated lust, but you’re so far gone you can’t pinpoint what it is, exactly, before you’re overcome.

Everything in your body is aflame, your core quaking enough to make you think, for just a brief moment, that the earth itself is tearing apart, you cry, you whine, you scream for him, and he’s there, holding onto you for dear life. Telling you that you’re perfect, you’re beautiful, that you’ll never want another man so long as your legs are wrapped around him so tightly like this. You think you believe him, gasping for air, fingernails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, though he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

It takes a lot of concentration to bring yourself back into your body, your soul and spirit so besotted with desire, but you manage it, feeling his hands grip your thighs so tightly his fingers may leave bruise marks. You bend forward, letting him take the reins as you try to stay present enough in the moment to kiss and nip at his neck, teeth tugging at his skin, the aftershocks still moving through your nerves like waves on a storming night. Still, though, you want him to feel what you did, to become undone by your hand.

And he does, his thrusts becoming so uneven that you begin to grind, ghosts of your orgasm weaving through your flesh and womb. A crescendo of noise seems to overtake the clearing, the air becoming like static, the hairs on your arms standing on end. Overcome, he curses and snarls in a language you don’t understand, his voice hard and soft at the same time, his hips jerking as something warm and wet pulses out of his member, filling you up and spilling out onto his pelvis.

Avery sits up, still joined within you, shaken, but startlingly and brilliantly alive, chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He presses his mouth against yours in a myriad of kisses, soft, possessive, tender, needy. There is still some amount of desire on his lips, but without the same uncontrollable yearning broiling just beneath his fevered skin like before.

Then he says your name, and a shiver goes down your spine, your very being somehow attentive to whatever he says next, as though your entire universe suddenly floods down and descends on this one, single person. He says it again, rolling it over his tongue like a wine taster, trying out each of the letters as though they offer a different kind of sweetness, his eyes just as wild as they had been when you held him pinned to the grass. A sliver of fear pierces your chest, making you want to push him onto the ground and take him again, but he has other plans.

“I’ll walk you back, dove,” he says, pressing his mouth against your collarbone, though he doesn’t kiss you again, not yet. “The sun will soon be up.”

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bisidneycarter · 4 years

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gonna rate all of the synonyms google have given me for BEAUTIFUL, you want to wait until the end (at least skip to it) i promise.

Attractive

2/10. blunt. uninventive. kind of formal. sort of based on societal norms but i guess all beauty is. well used so ig it gets some points for popularity. but basic imo

Pretty

5/10. it’s... fine. like we use it all the time, right? it’s nice, a gentle sounding word. solid adjective. ppl like to be called pretty? not terribly imaginative though

Handsome

5/10 ngl, forgot this word existed, was kinda the one i was looking for but. normalise using it in reference to women bc it used to be gender neutral or at least more feminine than today. bold but again, not hugely imaginative.

Good-looking

3/10. a mash up of handsome and attractive. too blunt sounding to be complimentary. boring.

Nice-looking

2/10. like the word above but the adjective has been downgraded. booo

Pleasing

1/10. sounds self centred. means nothing to me

Alluring

4/10. certainly different. would be weird to call someone this to their face. but fun for writing probably. i feel like it provides an air of mystery?? but it doesn’t really have a full meaning in my head so eh

Prepossessing

2/10. this means nothing to me quite honestly.

As pretty as a picture

2/10. idk how to explain this but in my head this phrase screams misogyny so no thank you

Lovely

6/10. it’s gentle and sweet. but kinda boring idk

Charming

7/10. it’s more of a masculine descriptor but I love it used for women too. a nice word for anyone. but doesn’t quite scream beautful, has a different vibe

Delightful

4/10. seems more like how you’d describe a good dessert or something rather than a person, but still somewhat valid?

Appealing

2/10. idk man, just feels icky

Engaging

1/10. in what way would you ever use this in place of beautiful?

Winsome

4/10. points for originality. apparently means ‘innocently beautiful’ and that lowkey feels icky.

Ravishing

0/10. no.

Gorgeous

3/10. it’s fine. there’s something about it that idk tho. it always sounds patronising idk man

Heavenly

6/10. this one does give me mixed vibes but personally i find it to be a small step up from beautiful. Not to get deep but if heaven is like, where our true happiness may lie or whatever, then someone being heavenly is like them being all of a person’s happiness and future they will ever need

Stunning

5/10. highly complimentary ig. i’d never use it though

Arresting

7/10. this is so random??? but it’s like a ‘my whole world was put on hold and on arrest when i laid eyes on you’ i think. and that’s, pardon the pun, beautiful

Glamorous

5/10. probably great for some ppl but just no for me

Irresistible

5/10. could be either romantic or creepy. context important for the rating of this one.

Bewitching

8/10. has the word witch in it, what’s not to like. magical and i love it.

Beguiling

5/10. it’s bewitching but with no witch. and a strange pronunciation. but i like the connotations i think

Graceful & Elegant

7/10. putting these two together bc they’re very similar to me. if the character in question is a dancer then what better words are there? highly romanticized i feel.

Exquisite

5/10. i find it kinda weird but it could be good depends on use i suppose.

Aesthetic

4/10. look if we’re describing a mood board then sure, but saying a person specifically is aesthetic is a no. but if it’s like, a nice view of something, then absolutely, go ahead!

Artistic

4/10. i get and also don’t get this one. art can be beautiful. but i dunno if beautiful = artistic ????

Decorative

4/10. ok i definitely gotta remember these synonyms aren’t all about people because obviously a painting can be beautiful. still sounds pretty blunt though. plain. which is actually contradictory to the word lmao

Magnificent

3/10. a great word but not in the place of beautiful. just doesn’t fit

Bonny

2/10. is it really sucky of me to just say ‘outdated’ and move on??

Hot

4/10. look i really hate this personally. maybe its a me-being-ace thing but it feels strange to me. but commonly used and i gotta get over that

Tasty

0/10. what.

Divine

6/10. yes. good! back on track. ‘exquisite’ but better

Knockout

2/10. literally who has used this in place of beautiful i- no! points for amusement

Drop-dead gorgeous

3/10. i already don’t like gorgeous. this is worse to me

Fanciable

2/10. this one feels mean bc of the suggestion ppl can be ‘unfanciable’ lol idk it’s also boring and uninventive.

Beddable

5/10. i wouldn’t use this. actually i hate this. (as i said, asexual here) but it really cracked me up so i simply have to give it points

Easy on the eye

3/10. this isn’t the compliment ppl think it is to be honest

Fit

2/10. another one i realllly don’t like. boring and more on par with like, ‘sexy’ than ‘beautiful’. which are separate things to me

Smashing

2/10. that doesn’t mean beautiful pleaseeee

Cute

5/10. it’s fine. common but fine

Foxy

0/10. cringe and i hate it goodbye

Beaut

2/10. i mean that’s just beautiful with a syllable missing. it’s the same thing as the og

Spunky

4/10. this is slang i don’t understand but it sounds fun

Beauteous

2/10. i have only ever heard of this word in the context of ‘beauteous maximus’ and i thus hate it

Comely

3/10. so far away from ‘beautiful’. not even close. do better

Fair

0/10. isn’t this only used for like light skin and/or light hair? the idea that that equals beauty is a big no goodbye

Sightly

1/10. omg it’s ‘easy on the eye’ but worse lol

Pulchritudinous

?????/10. LIKE WHAT IS THAT? what a WORD. DAMN. it’s not even got objectifying connotations or anything it genuinely just means beautiful. WHY. HOW. HOW CAN I EVEN USE THIS IN ANY CONTEXT??? I LOVE AND HATE THIS

and there you have it. beautiful’s synonyms, rated. in conclusion, not many good ones. if you read all this then i’m sorry but at least you probably learnt a new word (pulchritudinous)

#writing #sophie rambles #why did i do this?#just to yell about that last word #like wtf is that #pulchritudinous #whyyy #words #beautiful #also don't take this too seriously i don't have real strong opinion on words tbh

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juunshua · 6 years

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How would you describe Vernon, Jun and Joshus's voices? Both talking and performing. I love your blog soso much and love reading your tags so I was just wondering your take on their voices since I think these 3 have very particular voices

hi anon!! this is a really neat ask!! wow thank you for sending this in! under the cut are my opinions for each members (disclaimer: I have a really hard time putting things into words, so it might sound disjointed or awkward or smth idk lskjl) i’m so sorry this took forever!!!!!!

vernon: i feel like i have a lot to say about his performance voice lkasjdlf but to start off with just his speaking…the first thing i think of is white chocolate? like it’s heavy but also very light and it mixes well and it’s smooth and connected but also somewhat separated. i almost feel like i get this professional vibe from him when he speaks at times? like its very neat? how he assembles his words laksjdf if that makes any sense. his voice also kind of disappears as he gets higher for some reason? curious about that he tends to stay in a range though so its hard to tell. when he raps though omg one of my favorite things about vernon is the way he uses inflection within his rap? like his rap in trauma!! it’s honestly my fav part in the song i love his ups and downs and how it creates tension and and how he changes the speed of his rap too and it just all comes together very nicely. when he sings, he tends to either ‘sing rap’ (like he does in city escape here) which is like basically almost all singing for the throat, or if its a ballad-like song he tends to introduce a lot of air in his voice (like in dwc. ok a word on dwc a bit, he pronounces the korean word for ‘word’ differently in studio than whats in the live and that way he sings it live just sends extra shivers up my spine theres something about it idk. i shouldn’t say different pronunciation its more a different inflection on the first syllable for the word ‘word’ its beautiful anywhos) but considering he’s a rapper he was probably directed by woozi or someone to sing like that when it comes to ballad songs. but interestingly enough, id say that his part in without you is more, ‘sing rap’ style than ‘breathy’ which is an interesting contrast to jeonghan and hoshis part before that….tbh ive actually thought of his part in without you as more of his ‘inflection rapping’ than a ‘sing rap’ you know? but idk junhui: idk if its just me, but i feel like he speaks korean and mandarin with like two different voices? im not sure maybe im overthinking this but when he speaks korean i find that he stays on like this ‘lower’ sound more longer than he does when he speaks mandarin…? idk its weird to explain and again i could be overthinking alskjdf. when it comes to junhui why do i always blank out on words to describe him ahhh im trying to think of something that could related to his voice but i cant think of anything ahhh. i literally spent forever watching junhui videos to get ideas on how to express his voice in words but i think i got distracted….oh omg his speaking voice is really soothing? its like listening to a lullaby almost i dunno like his voice kind of flows together and doesnt have like sharp ends? (not that sharp voices cant be calming or are bad though!! i think shua has a ‘sharp’ voice…more on him below though). like his voice is smooth and rounded for the most part. idk why but this just came to mind: his voice is a loaf of freshly baked bread. like bread from the bakery that kind of feel is the best way i can put his voice to words laalsdj. when he sings, his voice get’s tighter as he gets higher. i feel like he has this lisp almost? i listened to him singing in mandarin too bc he’s more comfortable with that and the lisp is kind of present there too. he also has this like ‘hiccup’ sound when he finishes phrases something like that ‘voice hitching’ im not sure what else to call it. he also has a habit of singing with through/with his nose (if u just listen to the difference to how minghao vs jun sing the ‘ee’ sound here like jun is quite nasal) when he sings, his ‘o’ sounds are really really really pretty sounding (like in the korean version of my i). when he goes into falsetto its very fragile sounding it’s like a clear glass sparkling in the sun. i feel like if i could touch his voice it’d break (ie 13 month’s dance). joshua: (this might seem super random but i swear its relevant but) you know that one meme that’s super popular right now? the one where its the one with the person who speaks into a microphone, the crowd boos, and then theres a voice that speaks and ‘commands silence’? yeah thats hong jisoo. for me at least (i could be biased laksjf). amongst the chaos, his voice is usually one that stays calm and steady like a rock? like you just kind of want to stop and listen to whatever he’s saying and tune out everything else? whenever he starts talking i instantly feel my mind become at ease. kind of like what happens here! svt is wild before he speaks, calms down while he speaks, gets rowdy again after he finishes his sentence, calms down again while he finishes his thought by a second sentence, and gets rowdy once more after that. furthermore, he’s not someone who speaks fast; he takes his time when trying to get the words he wants to say out. also ive found that his ‘s’ sounds tend to be really enunciated? like i hear almost all his ‘s’ sounds as ‘ss’ (and its not just the letter s but like that specific sound so certain ‘c’ sounds as well). his voice to me also sounds like sticky almost…? like caramel!! that sort of texture is his voice his speaking voice also has this breathy quality that occasionally carries over to his singing voice, but he has his throaty moments as well when he sings (and when he talks too). when he sings, he tends to prefer switching into falsetto over mixing his voice as he gets higher in his vocal range, when given the choice. he does strain his voice quite a bit as he gets higher too. his voice also gets ‘thinner’ as he gets higher

#anon #replies #lksdjflak this got super duper long ahhh #im not sure if this is what you meant by describe their voices #but thanks for sending in this question!!!#im sorry it took forever :(#i wanted to think about it a lot but also when i finallys at down to write something i just like #lost all ability to formulate my thoughts into words #it was a really thought provoking ask though i enjoyed answering this!!

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sequoiann · 7 years

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❧ h.js | roommate!au

pairing; seventeen joshua x reader

genre; bulletpointed, roommate!joshua, humor, fluff

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okay so josh as a roommate

you just arrived in korea and started going to a new school, which had dorms attached to them

so you thought, boys and girls would be separated, right?

nAhH

this school, as they say, is sp e c i al!!

apparently the principal trusted people enough to mix the two together

so there you were, standing before your room, ready to meet your new roomie

you knocked and a insanely good looking person opened the door

like WOW did it hurt when u fell from the heavens

at first he started to talk to you in korean, but when you looked at him with utter confusion, he switched to english instead

“i take you must be y/n?” he asked, a bit embarrassed

cute lol

you just hummed and nodded to confirm his guess

afterwards you took a good look inside

and damn it was clean

like super clean ;;; not a speck of dust to be found

except for tht empty random guitar bag lying randomly against the wall but it doesnt matter

“do you need help?” he asked with literally the SWEETEST voice ever after he sees your bags and bags of luggage

boiii u were pretty sure your expression was just screaming “bithc u cute”

and you internally melt bc wow he was so nice and just asdfghjkl

you mumbled something amongst the lines of “no it’s fine i can handle them

you two literally just met, and you didn’t think it was polite to get help from him so abruptly

but shua

this gentleman

was insistent

after what seems like 10 minutes of bickering (ok maybe it was just a few seconds of push and pull)

he just shakes his head and reaches out to your luggage, pulling it into the room

and you just bit your lips and went in with your hand-carry luggage

he helps you unpack and while ya’ll do that, ya’ll strike a conversation

you guys were gonna be living in the same room, so might as well quickly get rid of the awkward air rightt?

yeah so you tell him how you moved from your home country to korea for study

and you actually haven’t actually learnt how to speak or write or understand their language yet

joshua’s super chill with it and he’s just like

“that’s fine, you’ll learn over time” and

“you’re lucky i actually speak english”

you laugh and he tell you he’s from LA and you’re like oh i’m from blahblahblah

then you guys go on and on

and he’d actually tease you from time to time

and take advantage of the fact you can’t understand a word of korean

he’d literally call you cute in korean and when you ask him what it means he’ll just

“it means pls pick up your clothes from the floor”

and you’ll narrow your eyes at him bc the korean phrase was like just 2 syllables but the english translation was a whole sentence??

but you’d just pick your clothes up bc you know you’re messing up the dorm HAHA

besides that, he was a total gentleman

he occasionally wakes you up in the morning by playing a song on his guitar

(probably his morning routine bc you wake up to him playing his guitar while sitting on his bed almost every other day)

it sounded so good like damn my guy you do your thang

and you’d continue sleeping bc it wAS SO SOOTHING

and when you really don’t wake up joshua would abandon the idea of playing the guitar chords and just strum noisily

and you’d fling your pillow at him since his bed was like beside yours

there was a nightstand in between your beds and that’s all

“it’s 8, y/n! classes start 9!”

you just go back to sleep

joshua still tries to get you up but you’re like a dead pig

and you’d just mumble something about being able to get ready in five mins

HA YOU THOUGHT

you always end up rushing and being a frantic mess

“SHUA WHERE’S MY PANTS”

and he’d just be frantic with you bc you’d never let him leave for his classes without you

aka you being late = him being late

n the both of you are just fuckin DASHIN across your room

“THE CLOSET??”

“WHERE’S THE CLOSET”

and this is how you two end up in detention together

it’s really funny if you think about it

and surprisingly,,,

joshua doesn’t blame you for it

“it’s better than just one of us being stuck here alone, right?”

RIGHT.

positivity king

and and

josh is those kind of roommates who would always randomly appear with stuff

like food

like there was this once you were just finishing up your essay and he just comes in and shoves this golden wrapper thing in front of ur face and

“here’s some choc”

and you look at him like ???where’d you get them from

“the mart?”

so yeah you never go hungry with him around

he’s like your little portable fridge

yeah so that pretty much summarises joshua as your roommate

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen au #seventeen joshua #joshua #jisoo #hong jisoo #joshua hong

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iammariatsmith · 4 years

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Study Techniques That Work Perfectly For College Students

A study published in January 2013 in the scientific journal Psychological Science in the Public Interest evaluated ten common study techniques to classify which ones actually have the best use. The result of the paper brings some surprises for the student. Study techniques that are quite popular, such as summarizing, highlighting, using mnemonics, viewing images for text apprehension and rereading content, were classified as having the lowest utility.

What are some good studying techniques?

Three study techniques were seen as of moderate utility: ‘elaborative interrogation’, ‘self-explanation’, and ‘intercalated study’. These kinds of study techniques are good if anyone looking for assignment help or essay writing help. Two of them that obtained the highest degree of usefulness in learning were the practical test techniques and distributed practice. It is a science that disapproves of a good part of my study techniques, very based on abstracts, griffins, mnemonics, and mental maps. On the other hand, the impression I had was confirmed that the performance of exercises in horse doses was extremely effective for the study for public tenders.

Before proceeding, remember that the ranking reflects the results of the research, but each person has their own study techniques and nothing is written in stone. Remember that being more productive in your studies requires, in addition to these ten techniques, a more comprehensive system, and work plan. That said, let’s talk now about the ten study techniques, from the worst to the best.

1. Emphasize, the least useful among the study techniques

Get ready to give your yellow griffin a rest. The study points out that the technique of just emphasizing important parts of a text is ineffective for the same reasons that it is so popular: it requires practically no effort. When you make a griffin, your brain is not organizing, creating or connecting knowledge. So, emphasis can only have some (little) use when combined with other techniques or when you are already tired.

2. Rereading (utility: low)

Rereading a content, as a rule, is less effective than the other techniques presented. The study, however, showed that certain types of reading (massive rereading) can be better than summaries or italics if applied in the same period of time. The tip is to reread immediately after reading, several times.

3. Mnemonics (utility: low)

According to the House dictionary, the mnemonic is something related to memory; which serves to develop memory and facilitate memorization (it is said of technique, exercise, etc.); easy to be remembered; easy to memorize.

In handouts and public tender sites, it is very common to see the use of mnemonics with the first letters or syllables. The Psychological Science in the Public Interest study showed that mnemonics are only effective when keywords are important and when the material studied includes keywords that are easy to memorize.

Subjects that do not adapt well to the generation of keywords have failed to be well learned with the use of mnemonics. So, use them in specific cases and shortly before testing.

4. Visualization (utility: low)

Another one of the most effective study techniques, the researchers asked students to imagine pictures while reading texts. The positive result was only in relation to memorizing phrases. In relation to longer texts, the technique proved to be ineffective. Surprisingly (at least for me), the transformation of mental images into drawings has also not been shown to increase learning and has also brought the inconvenience of limiting the benefits of imagination.

This does not completely invalidate the use of mind maps for studies since these consist in addition to drawing the connection of ideas and concepts. In any case, the result of the study is that visualization is not an effective technique for tests that require inferred knowledge of texts.

5. Abstracts (usefulness: low)

If you are still stumbling on the question “How can I improve my college study skills?” Let us explain that summarizing the most important points of a text with the main ideas has always been an almost intuitive learning technique. The study showed that abstracts are useful for written tests, but not for objective tests. Although it has been classified as of low utility, the technique of summarizing is still more useful than emphasizing and rereading texts. The paper says the technique can be an effective strategy for students who are already adept at producing abstracts.

6. Elaborative interrogation (usefulness: moderate)

The technique of elaborative interrogation consists of creating explanations that justify why certain facts presented in the text are true. The student should focus on questions such as Why? instead of What? And seek the answer at the origin of the democratic rule of law and in the adoption of the principle of human dignity by the main Western democracies after the French Revolution.

Note that this type of study requires more effort from the brain, as it focuses on understanding the causes of a given fact, investigating its origins. Speaking specifically of public tenders, the elaborative questioning is a great differential when it comes to answering essays and discursive questions.

7. Self-explanation (usefulness: moderate)

Self-explanation proved to be a useful technique for learning more abstract content. In practice, it’s about reading the content and explaining it in your own words to yourself. The study showed that the technique is more effective if used during learning, rather than after the study.

8. Interleaved study (usefulness: moderate)

The research sought to know if it was more effective to study topics at once or to mix different types of content in a more random way. Scientists have concluded that interleaving is most useful in learning involving physical movements and cognitive tasks (such as exact sciences). The main benefit of intercalation, as we have already observed, is to make the person able to stay longer studying.

9. Practical test (utility: high)

Taking practice tests on what you are studying is one of the two best ways of learning. Scientific research has shown that conducting practical tests is up to twice as efficient as other techniques. In the specific case of public tenders, the recommendation is to do tons of exercises from previous tests. Not just the position for which you are studying, but any kind of question that you face. As we have previously recommended, the easiest way to perform tests is to use specific systems for this.

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