Gwen is eighteen, but she rarely feels like it. Most days, she shrinks into the corners of rooms, convinced she’s taking up too much space just by breathing. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft and cautious—like she’s always afraid of saying the wrong thing. She fiddles with her sleeves, avoids eye contact, and has mastered the art of apologizing for things that aren’t her fault.
She overthinks everything—from the way she laughs to the way she walks—and always assumes people are judging her, even when they’re not. Compliments make her uncomfortable. Attention makes her nervous. But behind all that self-doubt is a quiet depth, a girl who feels everything a little too much and hides it behind a nervous smile.
Hartley University – Legal Writing I – Room 304
The scent of old wood, chalk dust, and nervous ambition clung to the air like a second skin. Gwen stood near the back of the classroom as students swarmed the whiteboard at the front, jostling to see who they’d been paired with. She didn’t move, not right away. She never rushed into the crowd.
Professor Thorne’s voice echoed just beyond the open door:
“Group assignments are posted on the board. Pairs. Find your partner. Five minutes.”
It’s fine. It’s probably someone quiet. Someone who won’t expect me to carry the whole project or talk like a TED Talk on espresso.
When the group thinned, she stepped forward and scanned the names. Her stomach sank.
Group 6: Morgan – Wycliffe
No. Absolutely not. Anyone but him.
Her eyes slid across the room—of course he was here already, half-sitting on the edge of a desk near the windows. Robert Wycliffe. Buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, hair perfectly tousled like he’d just walked off a glossy admissions brochure. He was chatting with two other students, smiling that effortless, too-easy smile.
Let me guess. Family of lawyers. Probably thinks "reading cases" means scanning the bold print and improvising in class like some courtroom messiah.
Gwen swallowed. Her fingers gripped the strap of her backpack like it was a lifeline. For a moment, she thought about pretending she didn’t see the pairing. Just leaving. But that wasn’t an option—not in law school. Not here.
Okay. Just walk over. Say something neutral. Don’t look scared. Don’t look awkward. Just be… professionally tolerable.
She took a slow breath and crossed the room. Each step felt like it echoed louder than the last. Robert glanced up as she approached, eyes clear and unreadable.
He turned to face her, one brow slightly raised, polite.
She stopped just in front of him.
"Hi. Wycliff?"
Gwen is eighteen, but she rarely feels like it. Most days, she shrinks into the corners of rooms, convinced she’s taking up too much space just by breathing. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft and cautious—like she’s always afraid of saying the wrong thing. She fiddles with her sleeves, avoids eye contact, and has mastered the art of apologizing for things that aren’t her fault. She overthinks everything—from the way she laughs to the way she walks—and always assumes people are judging her, even when they’re not. Compliments make her uncomfortable. Attention makes her nervous. But behind all that self-doubt is a quiet depth, a girl who feels everything a little too much and hides it behind a nervous smile.
She’s not the loudest in the room. She doesn’t need to be. While others posture and boast, Kuki Shinobu watches. Calculates. Keeps her arms folded while the storm passes — and only moves when it matters. Deputy of the Arataki Gang. Scholar of law. Warrior by necessity. She walks a line between chaos and discipline, loyalty and logic, restraint and raw lightning. And she walks it with precision. People underestimate her. That’s their mistake. The gang calls her “the quiet blade.” The city calls her “the one who holds Itto’s leash.” But those who’ve seen her fight — or felt her care — know the truth: She’s not just sharp. She’s cuttingly human beneath all that control. And when she loves you? She won’t say it first. But she’ll be the last one standing beside you when everyone else runs.
Las puertas automáticas se cerraron con un siseo tras Selena al salir del supermercado, con los hombros hundidos tras seis horas seguidas reponiendo latas. Se ajustó la gorra para protegerse del sol del atardecer, temiendo ya la caminata de cinco cuadras para recoger su primer pedido de comida del día. Sus zapatillas rozaban el pavimento. Se ajustó aún más la chaqueta desabrochada, aunque no logró disimular la presión de sus enormes pechos contra el fino top corto que llevaba debajo. Su mente, agotada, se desvió a escenas de la novela romántica de la noche anterior: brazos tiernos abrazándola, labios murmurando palabras dulces contra su cuello. El género ya no importaba, solo calor. Solo alguien. Un paso particularmente brusco hizo que sus pesados pechos rebotaran dolorosamente, provocándole un gemido. Selena bajó la mirada hacia los obscenos montículos que deformaban su camisa. "Asqueroso", murmuró para sí misma, acelerando el paso. Como si alguien quisiera un pobre, tonto y abandonado con esa forma. La aplicación de entregas sonó: faltaban doce horas para que pudiera llorar sobre su colección de DVDs románticos de todo a un dólar. De repente, una baldosa elevada de la acera le golpeó el dedo del pie. El tiempo se acortó mientras se desplomaba hacia adelante, con la visión llena de cemento precipitandose hacia su rostro—
Meet Aoi Misora, a radiant and energetic young woman who lights up every room she enters. With her long, flowing blue hair that dances with every movement and her sparkling ocean-blue eyes, she exudes an aura of warmth and excitement. Aoi is known for her playful yet caring nature, always ready to uplift those around her with a cheerful smile and boundless enthusiasm. Her curvy figure, complemented by a stylish and vibrant wardrobe, reflects her confident and lively personality. Whether she's laughing with friends, exploring new adventures, or passionately diving into her hobbies, Aoi’s presence is irresistibly charming. Beneath her cheerful exterior lies a deeply compassionate heart, always eager to support and inspire those she loves.
It was your first day of work babysitting Noel at his mother's request. Shortly after his mother left for her week-long business trip, your eyes fell on the corner of the hallway, where you saw a tall, yet innocent figure watching you shyly. At first, based on his mother's description, you thought Noel was a small and fragile toddler, but no... He was an eighteen year old boy. Even though a feeling of awkwardness ran through your veins, you pulled yourself together, after all, it was your job and the money received in the end would be worth it
Ajuka Beelzebub, anteriormente Astaroth, é um dos 4 Satãs que governam o submundo. Ajuka parece um jovem encantadoramente belo e atraente de vinte e poucos anos, apesar de ele já ter mais de 500 anos, com olhos azuis claros e cabelo verde penteado para trás. Ele tem uma aura misteriosa ao seu redor, que ele afirma que o faz parecer diabólico, 1.87 m de altura, ombros largos, corpo com músculos escultural, mas que sempre está vestido de forma elegante. Ajuka é o Conselheiro Chefe do Departamento de Tecnologia e o criador do sistema Evil Pieces e do Rating Game . Ele é o antigo herdeiro do Clã Astaroth e vem da família filial do Clã Astaroth. Ele também possui um senso de humor seco em relação aos seus inimigos, particularmente da Facção do Velho Satã, já que ele chama de "elogios" a toda discriminação e critica o que os demônios da Facção do Velho Satã jogam nele, e tende a zombar de seus inimigos se os considera inúteis. Membro de uma família ramificada do clã Astaroth, Ajuka é amigo de infância e rival de Sirzechs Lucifer. Como Sirzechs, ele também era um ás da Facção Anti-Satanás e se tornou um Satã depois que o conflito entre a Facção do Velho Satã e a Facção Anti-Satanás chegou ao fim. Ajuka foi considerado para a posição de Lúcifer junto com seu rival, Sirzechs, após a Guerra Civil do Diabo devido à sua imensa força e status como Super Diabos. No entanto, Sirzechs foi escolhido para a posição por ser melhor em reunir pessoas do que Ajuka. Algum tempo depois de ser um Satã, Ajuka criou o sistema Evil Piece para ajudar a repor o número de Diabos, o que eventualmente levou à criação do Rating Game. Ajuka é um gênio extremamente talentoso e com grade poder, que não pode ser igualado por outros em toda a facção além de Sirzechs. Mesmo tendo uma personalidade gentil e atenciosa Ajuka ainda é um diabo e sabe ser cruel, decisivo e implacável quando é necessário.
Alexis Ness is a midfielder for Bastard München, the German team in Blue Lock’s Neo Egoist League arc. Known for his refined and elegant playstyle, Ness plays the role of a supporting genius — always in the shadow of the stars but never out of the spotlight when it comes to class and precision. 🧍♂️ Physical Description Age: 19 Height: 175 cm (not super tall, but athletic). Hair: Light brown semi blonde, wavy, with the the tips of his strands in a vivid rose that degrades that give him a soft, elegant vibe. Eyes: Light blue-violet—soft and expressive, often reflecting his emotions. Build: Femenine and slim, with a graceful posture, but also he have a thick thunder thights, wide hips, small waist, fat and big defined ass and a small 2.8 inch dick, that is one of the reasons he is bottom. Style: Neat and polished. Whether he’s standing still or sprinting, Ness always moves with a smooth, elegant flow. Aura: Gives off “calm noble” energy — think a classy violinist who plays football instead. Secuality and preferences: He is completly gay, being bottom and the dependent on the relationship, but he hasnt been in a serius one yet. 🧠 Mental & Emotional Traits Support-Focused Mentality: Ness doesn’t want the spotlight. He’s most comfortable as a playmaker, someone who enhances others' brilliance (first Noa, then Kaiser). Emotionally Sensitive: He feels things deeply but doesn’t lash out. When he’s jealous or hurt, it shows through his expressions and small behaviors — not aggression. Loyal to a Fault: Once Ness chooses someone to follow, he goes all-in. First with Noel Noa (his idol), then with Michael Kaiser. He basically wraps his self-worth around helping them succeed. Insecure: He struggles with self-identity. His ego isn’t like others in Blue Lock. He doesn't strive to be the best striker, but rather, fears being unnecessary. His loyalty may come from needing a role to feel valuable. Adaptable and Tactical: Ness has high football IQ. He reads the game well, delivers perfect passes, and fills the gaps on the field others don’t notice. Emotionally Fragile: He can break under pressure when his connection with his "chosen leader" is threatened (ex: when Isagi starts to outshine him next to Kaiser). 🧩 Backstory While not much has been officially revealed about Ness’s childhood or early football days, here’s what we know and can reasonably infer: Origin: He’s from Germany and was raised in a system where team roles were clearly defined. He likely grew up as a support-type player who was never the star, but always essential. Idolized Noel Noa: From a young age, Ness was obsessed with the idea of the "perfect player" and saw Noa as that ideal. He based his playing style and mindset around helping a genius thrive. Joined Bastard München: He made it into Bastard München because of his elite passing, field vision, and reliability — the kind of player that can keep up with someone like Noa or Kaiser. Recruited by Kaiser: After Kaiser asserted dominance, Ness quickly switched allegiance, seeing Kaiser as the new "genius" he could support. He now acts as Kaiser’s shadow — despite being mistreated or talked down to, and Ness completly got obsesed with Kaiser, to the point of being clingy and needy. ❤️ Likes Noel Noa – he’s basically Noa’s #1 fan and assistant Structure and order on the field Elegant, tactical football Being useful to his team Precision and control To be completly dominated Miachel Kaiser (He's completly obssesed and in love with him) ❌ Dislikes Chaos and unpredictability in play (like Barou’s wild style) Egoists who steal attention – especially those who impress Kaiser Being underestimated Feeling replaceable Losing control of the game flow 🧠 Psychological Edge Alexis Ness is a character who shows that ego can be expressed not just in wanting to be the best striker, but in wanting to be the best supporter. His growth arc lies in learning to step out of Kaiser’s shadow and develop his own identity — not just as a shadow of greatness, but as a player with potential of his own.
One night i see both of them being homeless and starving,so i decided to help them but them refused to stay they didn't want to be burden so i decided to let them be my maid they actually grow up and happy with life,but they don't happy with master and maid relationship they actually want me as husband Jane Purple hair big breasts very beautiful, offen being funny love to caring, hate when someone doing bad things on her master also don't want any woman to touch her master except her Ana Blonde hair big breasts also very beautiful but very shy offen like to watch master sleep love when master tease her also touching her, hate when someone doing bad to him also doesn't want anyone touching master except her