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itoshiexx · 10 months

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mi vida

synopsis: sae never thought someone could become his life, but that changed when you came.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 749 | warnings: established relationship, fluff

notes: welcome back to "things i wrote on a whim when my boss wasn't at the office"!! apparently i write a lot better in english without much planning, so yeah. this idea came to me based on a personal experience, since i call my boyfriend "minha vida" (which is the same for "mi vida"/"my life" in portuguese) and i never really thought i could consider someone to be my life before him.

i really really hope you like it, and i wanna thank you all so much for all the love you've given to Unworthy (but chosen), every note and follower made me super happy! <3

and also, i'm so sorry if my description of the spanish culture is not accurate and for any english mistakes!

during his time in spain, sae learned a lot of things. mainly, how to improve his soccer career even more, striving to become the best in the world after already being the best in his country.

he was a genius, of course, so it wasn’t really hard to learn the language or get acquainted with the city of madrid, which was a lot warmer than japan — in many ways. however, it was really fucking hard to get used to the customs of the spanish people and its culture, considering it was so different from the japanese. they were extremely welcome, and sae was anything but. if anything, he was even more closed than typical japanese people.

in spain, people were always greeting each other with a kiss on each cheek, showing off bright smiles and making conversation with strangers. friends talked loudly among each other, giving hugs and always touching somehow. the concept of personal space? totally nonexistent. in short, it was weird.

but nothing was weirder than couples.

the concept of love was already foreign to sae. he didn’t understand how a feeling could envelop one so much and make it forget about the rest of the world. he didn’t know how such an abstract thing, with no sense of logic whatsoever, could be so overwhelming to the point of taking one’s life completely, until all you could see, think and feel was your significant other.

most of all, he couldn’t fathom how someone could become your life.

“te amo, mi vida,” was what he used to hear an old couple say to each other. they were the owners of sae’s favorite restaurant, a small little place in the suburbs of Madrid, and always treated him with a kindness he didn’t deemed himself worthy of.

at first, he wasn’t able to comprehend what the sentence meant. he could barely write it on google translate to try to get its meaning, and he didn’t really care enough. though, as the time went by and sae became more fond of the couple, he eventually gathered the courage to ask the woman about it. and he was very surprised to hear the answer.

“it means ‘i love you, my life’,” she said, smiling from ear to ear and handing a glass of salted kombucha tea to sae. it was one of the reasons he adored the place so much — it was the only restaurant he found that served his favorite drink.

the older itoshi could only stare, dumbfounded, and mumble, “…why?”

the woman laughed at the boy’s naiveté. “why, you ask? because that’s what he is to me.”

sae only stared in silence, too stunned to speak.

“i… i don’t understand,” he confessed. it sounded silly, and kind of pathetic, but at that moment he didn’t really care. the woman gave another smile, this time an understanding countenance, and placed her wrinkly hand on his shoulder.

“you will understand one day, boy. and when your person comes, make sure to bring them here, right? i’d like to meet them!”

the soccer player wanted to tell her that it would never happen. that the itoshi sae had no time for foolish things like love, and he most certainly would never love someone so much to the point of seeing them as his life. his life was soccer, and his goal was to become the best in the world.

there was nothing else.

oh, how he bit his tongue.

it was at the age of twenty two when he entered the restaurant once again, and this time, not alone. you were walking by his side, with your hand intertwined in his, chatting excitedly while he just listened. a small smile was on his face, and his features were impossibly soft, in a way they only got around you.

you, who were light in the darkness, who were comfort after a long day of practice, who was the one he loved most. you, who was the definition of home in every sense of the word. the only one that could make his heart swell so much it made it hard to breathe.

he pulled your chair for you to sit like a true gentleman, and sat right next to you, always in need to touch you somehow. a hand was placed on your thigh while the other one opened the menu. and he turned to you, voice gentle like you could break:

“so, what would you like, mi vida?”

you, who was his life.

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bruh-changbin · 1 year

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paper boy

pairing: school paper editor! seungmin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: piv, unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex, brief mention of masturbation (m and f), brief mention of oral (f receiving), lots of kissy kissy, uhhhh i think that's it?

word count: 2k

a/n: this is... kind of a random scenario but i think i fw it haha. pls appreciate this little baby seungmin fic because a) i haven't written for him or skz in forever, and b) i'm working on some larger fics that i will share in the near future. as always i would love love love to hear your thoughts 😸 also I promise I don’t think all english students are pretentious I was just playing it up for the fic ok bye

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

when you first lay eyes on seungmin he looks as if he’s the human embodiment of scholarly.

black wire-rimmed glasses hanging off of his nose, a light grey hoodie donning the name of your university across the chest, brows slightly furrowed as he scans the desktop screen in front of him. he looks cute.

you’ve never been one to read the school paper (who does?). but felix wanted to check out the ads posted in the job section so he asked you to pick up a copy for him while he was in his afternoon lecture.

you’re a good friend, so you fulfil his request.

you’ve always found people involved with english-based extracurriculars to be, well, pretentious. more often than not they’re snooty rich kids who only use messenger bags and think they’re better than everyone because they know what words like malapropism and valetudinarian mean. see, pretentious.

ergo, you’re less than excited for your venture to the school paper office. but a promise is a promise (and felix vowed to buy you starbucks if you did this for him), so you follow the directions felix gave you to get to your destination.

when you first step into the office space, you’re somewhat taken aback. it’s much more… homey than you imagined. the walls, painted a welcoming shade of fern green, are accompanied by thick armchairs lining the interior and a bamboo welcome mat you wipe your shoes on. a salt lamp casts a warm, pinky-orange glow from where it’s plugged in in the corner. but the real treasure is the cute, puppy-looking boy sitting behind the front desk.

he looks nice.

virtuous.

innocent.

the kind of boy who’s coffee-toned bambi eyes are the epitome of sinless, who’s nice white teeth only reflect purity, who’s skin is so devoid of imperfections it looks like glass.

“excuse me, can i get a copy of the school paper?” you stutter out embarrassingly, feeling as if this is your first time operating your mouth, tongue and lips to form coherent sounds and syllables.

the boy behind the desk gives you a look that’s a mix of confusion and annoyance before glancing to his left. only then do you notice the painfully obvious display shelf donning stacks upon stacks of this week's issue, an obnoxiously colourful sign reading ‘school paper: grab a copy!’ plastered to the wall above really rubbing in your lack of situational awareness.

“they’re fresh off the press,” seungmin mumbles before going back to whatever it is he’s doing on the computer in front of him.

you nod even though his focus isn’t on you anymore before grabbing a copy of the paper for felix and heading back the way you came. when your sweaty palm comes into contact with the cold, metal handle of the door it shocks the sense back into you. you decide that no, you are not about to give up on this angelical boy just yet before spinning on your heel and spewing whatever thought pops into your head first.

“you smell like bergamot… what perfume do you use?”

he seems taken aback by your sudden questioning, his soft eyes widening just a smidge before he responds, “it’s uh, classic by clean reserve.”

“it smells nice.”

“yea, i like it.”

“i’m y/n.”

“seungmin.”

he sticks out a hand for you to shake. weird, not many people in your age demographic shake hands when they introduce themselves. but the way he stuck his arm out with restrained enthusiasm is endearing and you grasp his hand in yours. his fingers are long and dainty while his palm radiates warmth; he shakes your hand twice before letting go.

“what’s your major, seungmin?”

“business.”

“business?”

“yep, you?”

“environmental science.”

“nice.” he sounds genuine, “so are you gonna save the world?”

“i’ll start with saving my grades, then we’ll see about the world.”

he laughs at this. the apples of his cheeks puff up ever so slightly to resemble mochi, his baby pink lips curling upwards to reveal a set of straight teeth, perfected by the wires and brackets that are glued to them. braces suit him well.

you vow to yourself that this won’t be the last time you see him.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

the first time you’re in seungmin’s bedroom your innocent perception of him is skewed.

he invited you over because he wanted to start watching breaking bad, a show that you, on many occasions, have raved about to no end.

his room is spotless, a level of clean that you’ve never seen a 20-something year old guy execute. which is why your eyes are immediately drawn to the small corner of paper sticking out from under seungmin’s bed. with the rest of his room being so perfect, this small discrepancy sticks out like a sore thumb.

when seungmin head’s downstairs to do god knows what, you grab the paper from underneath his bed and gasp when you find yourself face to face with a playboy magazine. pages upon pages, some with small tears or doggy-ear bookmarks, filled with women showing off their tits in promiscuous poses stare back at you as you flip through the magazine.

heat creeps its way up your neck and when you hear seungmin begin to make his way up the stairs you toss the magazine back under his bed. he gives you a skeptical look when he sees you standing in the middle of his room, fists balled up at your sides with an uneasy expression present on your face, before shrugging, hopping onto his bed and patting the spot beside him to get you to sit down.

despite the show playing in the background, your gaze continues to fall on seungmin’s side profile.

how can someone so innocent and good be into something so… raunchy? not that liking porn or hentai or whatever it is that gets you going makes you a bad person, it’s just that with seungmin it’s so out of pocket, for lack of a better term.

you try not to imagine seungmin getting himself off on the very bed you're sitting on, one hand holding his tattered playboy and the other gripping his cock. you try not to imagine the hushed whines and groans that would leave his lips in an exhale, ruffling his blonde-streaked bangs in the process. you try not to imagine how he’d bite his puffy bottom lip and throw his head back in ecstasy as he finishes all over his stomach.

you fail.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

over time the innocence you once saw in seungmin wanes with a slew of firsts: the first time you caught him looking at your breasts through your near see-through top; the first time you found your mind drifting to thoughts of him and his fingers and his lips when you were touching yourself; the first time you made out with him in the back of felix’s corolla when he and changbin ran into the convenience store to get dorito’s.

if seungmin’s lips were a drug you’d be an addict.

you’ve lost track of how many hours you’ve spent with his tongue down your throat, your face going numb with the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours. he tastes like the spearmint gum he chews around the clock and you feel as if you could drown in his blown out pupils when he stares at you with lust and hunger and desire.

his calloused palms and paper-cut ridden fingertips know your skin as if it’s his own. he’s stronger than he lets on, which you found out the first time he fucked you from behind against his kitchen counter. you still don’t know if the purple and blue splotches that remained on your hips for days after were from his countertop or the grip he had on you.

in some ways he still has some of the virtue you thought he had when you first laid eyes on him.

he’s a people pleaser through and through, and will happily spend hours with his face shoved between your legs tongue-fucking you to orgasm so many times you swear you see god. or, he’ll watch with amusement as you struggle to get yourself off on his cock (which is perfect, by the way). the way he looks at you with something akin to pity when you’re perched on top of him - fat tears rolling down your cheeks because your legs are aching and you can’t be on top anymore but you wanna cum so badly - stirs something inside of you that nothing ever has before.

seungmin’s ability to fuck you so hard you see stars is the perfect juxtaposition to the version of himself he portrays to the outside world. kind, quiet, lenient. a picture perfect boyfriend.

you’d made a pact with yourself to get to know more about what it is he does for the school paper, seeing as that was how the two of you met in the first place.

“what exactly do you do there?” you question him over a slice of cheesecake you’re sharing in a booth at a secluded restaurant.

“i edit, do some admin stuff. you know, the works.” he uses his thumb to swipe a dollop of caramel off of your top lip before sucking on it. you swoon.

“do you want me to show you around the office?” he asks you while pulling on his corduroy jacket that makes him look like a teddy bear.

“what, right now?”

“why not? i’ve got the keys.” he pulls a jumpring holding a multitude of silver and gold keys out of his pocket as if to emphasise his point.

so you say yes.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

you’ve never been on campus after hours.

something about strolling through the dark hallways that are normally teeming with students and faculty really gets you on edge. but in a good way, like you’re feeding into the rebellious phase you had as a teen that you thought died out but still exists in some small part of your brain. your thoughts are cut short when seungmin stops to unlock to door to the student paper office and drags you into the place your first met him all that time ago.

seungmin explains how much of newspaper production has gone digital now and shows you the web offset press that’s responsible for printing the many copies of your school’s paper every week. he lets you sit at his desk and shows you how he edits upcoming articles while overseeing practically every aspect of the process. it’s then you realize how much seungmin downplays his contribution to the paper, for if he wasn’t involved as much as much as he is everything would be askew.

when you feel his hands creep their way up your back before stopping at your shoulders you relax into his touch. you’ve known seungmin was in a mood since earlier this evening; it was only a matter of time before he made a move.

he leaves feathery kisses on your neck and jaw while his hands slip under your top to palm your breasts. even the smallest of touches from him can reduce you to a needy, flustered mess.

the two of you fooling around in seungmin’s workspace was bound to happen, which is why you follow his lead when he moves you so you’re sitting on his desk, when he slips his hand into your panties, when he kisses you so hard you can’t breathe.

garments are discarded at a leisurely pace and soon enough seungmin has his cock stuffed in your tight pussy and is fucking you on top of his desk. the steady electrical hum from the backup generator isn’t enough to drown out his groans and your sighs of pleasure and the wet sound of your cunt sucking him in with every thrust.

seungmin’s tongue drags across your collar bones as you tangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair with the toffee streaks in his bangs that you love oh so much. the hair at the nape of his neck becomes slick with sweat as his hips bump and grind against yours in a way that has the ceiling above you transforming into a blanket of stars.

you cry when you cum and pray for this moment to never end, revelling in the warmth of your sweet sweet paper boy’s body pressed against yours.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

#stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids blurbs #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader

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poohbea · 2 years

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Hi Mun! I didn’t see a character limit so I’ll kindly ask for a headcanon of the JJK men kissing their partners and types of kisses they enjoy! Lmk if this is too much 🙏🏻 I hope it’s ok!

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒.

feat: gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen

content: fem!reader, implied smut, fluff, implied relationships, public teasing, pet names (baby, pretty (girl), doll, sweetheart, etc.), spanking, light choking

note from pooh: hi my love of course, no there isn't a character limit 😂 so your req is just fine. sorry this took so long hahaha, i had to figure out what to actually write for this since it's my first time doing a multi-character piece, but i think i got it figured out… sorta. so basically it consists of three key words, a brief overview of their kissing style, and then a scenario of said kissing style in action/what it would look like in a scene (it kinda felt better to do it like this so you wouldn’t have to read the same sentences about kissing over and over, hopefully my point still comes across). i’ve based their kissing styles/types on their personalities — also please take the keywords with a grain of salt, there is only so many words to describe how someone kisses and it was difficult 😂 if any sound weird or funny it’s because i couldn’t find a better word, i’m sorry in advance.

should we do a part 2? i have another list of six characters to do next so let me know.

WARNING: this is implied smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

ᝰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

playful, teasing and passionate

Gojo is the type to make a game out of kissing you, whether it be in public or in private he’s always finding an excuse to ensnare you with his lips.

“Gojo,” He breaks your oncoming lecture with a teasing peck to your lips, cornering you in the darkest recess of the booth, ensuring that no one could see… well for the most part anyway. “We’re in public-“ Again he interrupts you, smiling as he sees you pout. “Satoru, I swear when we get out of here…”

“You’ll do what, baby?” He chuckles, hand snaking beneath your dress, tracing mindless circles up your inner thigh. “Aw, don’t hide from me, pretty.” His lips path your jaw, each kiss sending a pulse down your spine, his fingers that now lay dangerously close to your panty line not aiding in your partially inebriated state.

Your ensuing moan makes him smirk, hips grinding into his digits subtly, but not subtle enough to go unnoticed. “Careful baby, we don’t need the whole restaurant seeing my hand between these pretty thighs, now do we?” All you could muster was a hushed whine as he applied gentle pressure to your clit.

He loved making you squirm, especially in public places such as these. The simple press of his lips against your neck, the teasing flick of his tongue along the shell of your ear and the chaste pinch of his teeth at your collar bone. All enough to render you to nothing more than a desperate, wanting mess.

“Satoru.”

“Yes, pretty girl?” The question comes in the form of a whisper, a devious smile plastered on the man’s lips as he continues his ministrations beneath the table.

Curiosity overcomes him as you turn, the close proximity allowing your breath to meld with his in your silence. In all honesty he was growing antsy. His own teasing riled him up to the point where he was close to just taking your food to go, but he made you a promise.

“Let’s go.” You say as if reading his mind. And with that, his lips finally meet yours in a passionate kiss, one that almost knocks the air clean from your lungs.

ᝰ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

enticing, intoxicating, commanding

Geto is a mysterious man, one who likes to take change and enjoy the way you melt at the touch of his lips against yours.

“Suguru, please.” He’d only kissed you once and yet you were already begging for more. A thick fog of lust blanketing your mind as you attempt to draw him closer, not that that was even possible considering you were already chest to chest.

His tongue parts your lips as he delves deeper into you, fingers laced in your hair to prevent your unlikely escape. He was a drug and you were his addict, you needed him, craved him. The intoxication was too great to deny even he knew that, but fuck was it still captivating to hear your desperate whimpers. To witness the shiver of your body that seethed at each press of his lips against your own.

“Tell me what you want, my love.” He breathes as you part, teeth capturing your bottom lip playfully, daring you to return to the tempting prison of his kiss.

“More.” Was all you could muster, whining as he prolongs the intermission. “I need more, please.”

With a smirk he closes the already minuscule space between your faces, ghosting his lips oh so temptingly against yours. “So come and get it, sweetheart.”

ᝰ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

dominant, deep, heated

Now I’m sure we’re all aware of just how overwhelming this man can be, he exudes dominance and it’s very present in the way he kisses you.

“So perfect.” Toji mumbles against your pillowy lips, hands perched on your ass as they squeeze the supple flesh.

He swallows your gasp as soon as it sounds, opting to pin you firmly into the mattress. His tongue dances with yours in a routine only he could lead, for he knew it better than anyone. A tango of unimaginable desire and you were just along for the ride.

“Toji-“ Your cries only egg him on, ego inflating further as you fail to kiss him back, unable to withstand the eagerness of his lips.

“That’s it doll, moan for me just like that. Tell me who makes you feel this good.” You hick as he kisses you deeper, your mind overwhelmed by his formidable presence.

Each high-pitched moan fueled the fire roaring in the pit of his stomach. The very one that threatens to ravage you mercilessly in the heat of the moment, setting both you and Toji alight in a blaze of pure licentious bliss.

ᝰ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

tender, mollifying, loving

Oh, Nanami, sweet perfect Nanami. This man gives the most tender kisses, you can feel every pleasant thought, every silent ’I love you’, every ounce of adoration this man has for you is relayed in his kisses.

After a long day's work, Nanami looks forward to coming home to you the most. To drop all his belongings at the door in search of you, blindly mapping the layout of his home as he listens for your presence. A hum, music, the tapping of a keyboard. He finds you content behind your desk, so focused on your work you don’t even notice him in the doorway.

As he steps through the threshold your gaze shifts, a smile gracing your glossy lips before they part in greeting. However, before you could get a word out, Nanami takes your face in his hands, pulling you from your chair to meet his lips in a soft yet ardent kiss. The hardships of the day dissipate with each slip of his tongue, your body relaxing into him as he draws you closer.

When you finally part, he lays a kiss on your forehead, practically falling to his knees as he succumbs to exhaustion.

You chuckle softly, joining him on the floor. “Rough day?” He sighs as you lay his head on your chest, fingers combing through his disheveled locks.

He meets your gaze silently, hand cupping your cheek to peck your lips. “Not when you’re here.”

ᝰ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

possessive, leading, warm

Choso is a soft spoken man, however, that doesn’t mean his kisses are soft. On the contrary he’s quite possessive when it comes to you.

“Choz- mmph!” He cuts you off with a fervent kiss, your back hitting the wall of the entryway.

He guides your hands to his hair, his own arching your back as he draws your hips against his. The memory of that fucker’s gaze on your lips drove him further, adamant to get his admittedly childish point across.

“You’re mine, right baby?” He mumbles against you, your breath shallow against his skin.

“Yes, but what was that for?” Warmth radiates from his flushed skin, contemplation evident in his eyes as he fails to respond. “Choso…”

“I needed to prove a point.” The answer silences you, your confused expression soon brightening in the form of a giddy smile. “What?” He whines, absentmindedly kissing the corners of your lips.

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, drawing him into a kiss once more, this one warmer and devoid of the frustration he’d harboured for so long.

ᝰ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

authoritative, carnal, ravenous

Sukuna doesn’t play games, he might at times just to tease you like Gojo (only ten times worse), but that gets old quickly. Sukuna will ravage you without mercy, you will be gasping for air by the time he’s done kissing you.

You weren’t sure what exactly set him off, maybe it was the skirt you wore while grocery shopping, maybe it was because you weren’t wearing anything underneath, or maybe it was the fact that you bent over in said skirt right in front of him.

Whatever it was, had lead you here, straddling Sukuna in the backseat of his car at 10 pm in an empty parking lot, his tongue down your throat, hands unashamedly gripping handfuls of your ass as he forcibly rubbed your clit against his growing bulge.

“‘Kuna, ‘m thawry.” You babble between brief breaths, his lips the gate-keeper of your vocabulary. He was hearing none of it.

With a harsh smack to your ass you gasp, assisting in the insertion of his tongue deeper down your throat. Your nails dig into his biceps as he continues, unbothered by your pleas for separation.

As mad as he was, he couldn’t deny the carnivorous hunger circulating his mind whilst watching you saunter around in that skirt of yours. It took everything in him not to fuck you in the frozen food isle, even more so when you bent over just a little too far, your pretty pussy begging to be touched.

But that would have to wait.

“‘Kuna.” Again he slaps your ass, his free hand clasping the back of your neck when you attempt to flee.

When he’s finally had enough he relaxes against the headrest, both your lips plump and rosy. Lightheaded, you breathe deeply, forehead pressed gently against his own. “Learnt your lesson?” He chuckles darkly, eyes just as dark in their overly dilated state. When you don’t answer he wraps a large hand around your throat, lips grazing yours in warning.

“Yes.” You sigh, breathing finally returning to normal.

“Good, now let’s go home and finish what you started.”

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cardboardheartss · 1 month

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HYBE Girl Groups Thoughts On Each Other Mini Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

ILL’IT

LE SSERAFIM’s Thoughts: 7oC, 4oW, 10oS rx, 8oW rx, Strength rx, AoW, 2oS

They love the group! And think they’re gonna do well, but they really wanna ask them if they really want to do this. They worried the girlies will experience A LOT of hate and they scared and don’t want the girls to experience that pressure and distress.

NEWJEAN’s Thoughts: KoW, 2oC, 8oC, PoS rx, QoW

They love the groups songs and support them but they find it weird how ILL’IT’s sound and concept is just like theirs.

KATSEYE’s Thoughts: 5oC, 7oW, 7oP

They feel as if the company betrayed them! Because they wished to have this sound as their debut song. Now they’re worried about having to achieve the same stats as illit for the debut.

FROMIS 9’s Thoughts: The Hierophant rx, QoP rx

They think illits concept is unique and had a different impact compared to other groups, but they worry about the girls busy schedules and unhealthy diets.

NEWJEANS

ILL’IT’s Thoughts: 4oW rx, 7oC rx, 5oC rx

They think the girls should work better together and be more supportive of one another. They also think NWJNS are really successful and have job/endorsement opportunities for days, and some illit members wish they had that access too.

LE SSERAFIM’s Thoughts: AoP, Hanged Man rx, The Lovers rx, 7oW rx, 10oS rx, Temperance

They think the girls are getting paid!! Some members think the girls are open and fun to talk too, and some aren’t as interested.

KATSEYES Thoughts: 6oP, 5oW rx, 4oC, Magician rx

Some members think the girlies are talented and are sharing really good music on their platforms. Some members wish they had the same concept in order to reach NWJNS success too

FROMIS 9’s Thoughts: KoW, AoC, 3oP, 6oW rx, 3oW

They really love them with all of their hearts, and genuinely so. But some members, probably all are really sad and wish they also had the same success as NWJNS but they unfortunately have to try move on and continue to support NWJNS.

KATSEYE

ILL’IT’s Thoughts: The Emperor rx, PoC, 5oP rx

Some members think they don’t have the passion for being idols, or they think their attitude/aura is too western/intimidating in a way and some members think KATSEYE are creative and happy to see their dreams have come true.

NEWJEAN’s Thoughts: 4oS rx, The Star

They seem to support KATSEYE and think they’ll be successful but NWJNS think the members should prepare themselves for the hate comments from stan twitter.

LE SSERAFIM’s Thoughts: KoP

They think the companies plan to create a western gg planned out well but they unsure about them…

FROMIS 9’s Thoughts: PoP

They think this is something completely new for the kpop industry, and they like it. They wish the girls have long term success too!

LE SSERAFIM

NEWJEAN’s Thoughts: 4oS rx, PoC, PoW rx

They think the girls are still healing from the overworking and workload. Some members think they should be more serious about their career and talent skills. Apart from that, they love their discography tho!

ILL’IT’s Thoughts: 7oP, The Hermit, 6oS rx

They think the IZ*ONE members returning to the industry after the industry was a good plan, and that their hardwork is really paying off but some members think there could be improvement.

FROMIS 9’s Thoughts: 5oS, The Empress rx, 9oP, The World, 6oW rx

They think the members argue one to many times and think the members should use the words clearly in order to avoid downing each other’s confidence. Some members are aware of the groups impact and popularity overseas and are proud of them.

KATSEYE’s Thoughts: Justice rx, 2oW, KoS rx

They think there’s a lot of disharmony amongst the group. They also think LSFM should treat them fairly? And to avoid being too intimidating towards them.

FROMIS 9

LE SSERAFIM’s Thoughts: 7oP rx, The Hermit rx, 3oC rx, QoW rx, The High Priestess, KNoS, The Devil rx, 8oS rx, QoC & The Star

They think the group is still struggling with the loss of one of their members. They believe the girls should fight the company for the sake of their careers and maybe something will change.

NEWJEAN’s Thoughts: 3oW rx, 6oW rx, Judgement

NEWJEANS think they should honestly give up because there is no hope, because they think their fanbase has left them and that has led them to experience many delays.

ILL’IT’s Thoughts: 2oP, 2oC

They seem to love them and they see them working really hard but unfortunately their rewards are not given to them.

KATSEYE’s Thoughts: The Fool, 8oW, The World

They think the group should go the western way and sue the company for mismanagement. The members seem to be baffled at how F9 allowed themselves to be thrown under the bus this way and still stay silent. They think members must attempt to take the leap of faith for the sake of their careers.

TAKE WITH A GRAIN OF SALT!! I REPEAT!! TAKE WITH A GRAIN OF SALT!!

#Spotify

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rel124c41 · 22 days

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I suck horribly at actually talking to people but I NEED to make it known how much I've loved and enjoyed your jade fics!!! Every single one has been a total banger., i've been fed so well.

I absolutely loved the readers lack of autonomy in your japanese folklore fic (im typing off memory so my spelling of everything will be off) they didn't have a choice in anything. fish wife <3 I'll admit I was a little confused with the Garappo, i truly thought it was some weird suicide until Jade later mentioned it. And why Floyd mentioned his brother dying to one, (I honestly thought it was supposed to be jade creature)

AGHHHH fish wife??? really?? fish wife??? the ending was so delicious, i could almost visualize it. so lovely. the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy. I'm not sure what you envisioned for their future, but I can imagine that lack of autonomy will be more of a pressing issue than it was. God, the view of that though!!! Someone you only remember when you're too hazy to be in the real world, someone that's been with you throughout your life, someone that's wanted you since you could remember. isn't that so romantic? Finally together where the sun can't part you, under the water.

i dont know how to really explain what im feeling, or what i think, but i feel like it's such a poignant visual to be killed by this Jade in that way. It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like, it's this feeling of intrigue, anticipation, idk. I always get that feeling reading your fics and also HOLY FUCK THEYRE SO LONG!!!!!!

and dont think i've forgotten your other fics LOL im ready to talk about those too holy fuck. I don't have that much to say unfortunately, I really enjoyed them just as much but I'm far more speechless. The Jade fic based off of Mera's god! Floyd was... really nice. The altar scene felt like Jade was punishing them for something. That's just how the bee crumbles, though. "sadist" might not rhyme with "jade" but it's basically the same word anyway... I loved watching Jade's opinion of Reader change over the time skips, he goes from mild annoyance/hate or, idk, repulsion (?) to interest, to love (menace style).

The reader fulfilling nothing in the end was certainly something. I loved it.

I've never really had a family, so I can't understand reader's motivations in your "crowley finds a way to send Yuu home" fic, but it made me wish I had one. I enjoyed the ending, the usage of the ghost camera. Poor Jade, really. I don't have much to say, because I'm not personally a fan of angst.

I feel like I can safely say you're my favorite writer, even above Mera. (who i now know you're also a fan of!!! which is neat!!!!!)

i know i probably could've DMed you but I feel like an ask is more appropriate >:) i hope you enjoy the long ask, as an artist myself this is kinda like tags on my art, and i really feel like you deserve that happiness. not good at talking, my bad!!!!

oh the way this made my day, i’m on break for my 6-2 shift and just AAAAAAAAAA thank you thank you thank you for this ask (*≧∀≦*) i’m geeking over here man,, i’m so flattered

okay to answer the first thing about why Floyd mentions his brother got killed by one!! the entire point of him going there is to check if his future sibling in law opinion on yokai, his brother’s lovesick so Floyds on the case

he had to make the reader let him stay!! the idea of the garappa outside is more terrifying to the reader than letting in a stranger & he mentions his brother dying to one (falsely!!! he’s lying ofc!!!)

bc the reader’s like oh that sounds familiar for him to have a brother, that fits into place — doubled with the bath salts, it’s an ease slip inside the shrine

“the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy.” dude why did you write Sundo better than me??? why did you write the whole thesis of Sundo in a more poetic and all around better way that i ever could holy shit

also if i was the reader i’d give into to be an umi bozu so easily,, like the eldritch beauty of becoming something truly incomprehensible, some Berserk-esque creature

like look at this!!!!! it would be so cool to be this!!!!! GIANT FISH WIFE!!!!

AAAAA to be a huge monster loved and adored by your husband who stole/shares your immortal soul and infects your memory like a leech 💕💕

“It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like,” AAAAA THANK YOU!!! (￣个￣) this particular part has me geeking,, i’m a big video game fan so to mimic that feeling of completeness, integrality!!!

and yeah i’m always worried about length bc i’m too fluent in yappanese when it comes to writing

the altar scene in Psilocybin was definitely a mixture of punishment and accepting them into his world — he’s always going to be salty that he does not know what fear tastes, smells, looks like upon the reader! (〃´∀｀)

i’m a HUGE momma’s girl so that’s where the theme of Schism came from haha and i love Tool’s music — thank you for saying u like the ghost camera usage, i was worried the audience might not get this BUT reader does not end up leaving; that end scene is specifically with the fragment of her soul from the photograph on Jade’s desk

ALSO MORE THAN MERA???? AAAAA THATS CRAZY PRAISE 💕💕💕 (O∆O)

UM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <<<3 im tattooing it in my head forever!!!! also ure my first mutual and it’s such an honor bc you’re so incredibly talented and AAAA i’m still geeking 💕

#re l rambling

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sheep-from-rad · 1 year

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Your obey me x filipino reader is just *mwah*

Also imagine Beel opening those cookie boxes only to find sewing tools

Sewing tools in cookie boxes aka the time Beel got bamboozled (Filipino Reader AU) Note: I saw the notice and my brain went into overdrive. The amount of times I got fooled by those things. I think our Spanish counterparts do this too! Warnings: none Masterlist: [obey me]

The first time he was a victim was the cookie box that was located at the back of the cabinet. Beel’s stomach grumbled as he entered the house of Lamentation. He was the first one to reach home because he didn’t have any practice. Satan is probably lounging in the library again, Lucifer is one overtime, and the rest of the brothers are nowhere to be found. Belphegor was in the attic for sure. He came home in the afternoon earlier because his last class got cancelled. He could join his twin right now but that’s not one of the options. Beelzebub is hungry.

“Oh you’re home”, your voice echoed behind him. Beelzebub quickly turned around to greet you but his stomach managed to beat his mouth in making a sound first. You let out a snort before pointing at your room. “There’s snacks in my room. You can go eat them before and wait there until Satan starts tonight’s dinner.” Beel watched you watch towards Lucifer’s office, probably ordered by Lord Diavolo to deliver more papers. He excitedly skipped towards your room and settled in your bed. He wondered what snacks you have in your room this time.

Most food in Devildom is acquired taste and they can be really weird. It was a blessing not just to you but also to him that Barbatos stitched a pocket dimension in your room and equipped it as a mini kitchen. Seeing that you’re still not present after 10 minutes, he stood up and made his way to the stitched room. There are red eggs in the fridge, he recalled that those are the salty ones that are good with tomatoes but there are no tomatoes in the fridge so he’ll skip those for now. There are also a lot of canned tuna and sardines on the shelves but those are only good with freshly cooked rice.

There are vegetables on the small table but he wants a small snack and cooking a whole meal will take so much time. He continued on searching for a snack inside the cabinet until his hands brushed on a metal container. It was a round cookie tin in blue with the label partially removed by rust forming at the edges. A small frown formed at his face, feeling betrayed that you hid a whole cookie tin from him. The tin is light but he can hear some things hitting the tin from the inside. The thought of it being a cookie makes him lick his lips in anticipation.

He placed the tin down the counter and carefully pry open the lid. Instead of the fragment smell of chocolate chip, what hit him was the tangled threads and needles that were glinting in the low light. There were no cookies inside the tin. Instead they were buttons, threads, and needles. It was a sewing kit. He got sad again. Why would someone put sewing materials on a cookie tin and keep it here?

He placed the cookie tin back to the original place and leaned on the counter with the water bottle that he procured from the fridge (he loves the human world water better because it doesn’t taste like ash). Maybe he should just ask you to cook at this point.

BONUS:

Beel walked into the kitchen one fine morning to prepare for everyone’s breakfast. Mc had recently gone to the human world and returned with tons of products from their country that includes fresh vegetables and assortments of meat and fish. He could settle for something with meat but he remembered that Satan’s cat, Gray, loves to linger around and wait for Satan to finish eating so he decided on making a fish dish instead.

He prepared the other ingredients such as fresh kamias and the salt and on the other pot, he started making the rice. Ever since MC joined the household, mealtimes are never complete without any rice on it. Sometimes even snack time involved rice and now all of them are craving it to the point that MC had to go every month to the human world to get a sack or three. He washed his hands as he took the knife to slice the tomatoes. He would like to cook it step by step but he finds it easy to prepare the small things first before taking on the bigger ones.

He stepped away from the cooking counter and into the fridge. The main ingredient of the dish lies salted in the freezer, the Galunggong fish as what MC called it. He took the ice cream container out and set it to the counter, carefully following each of his steps with a rug to wipe off the melting ice. As he opened the container, instead of fish it was the smell of vanilla that greeted him. Inside the container was actually ice cream.

Beel closed the container and brought it back to the fridge. He stepped out of the kitchen and shouted, “MC, did you bring any fish back with you?”

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angelosearch · 2 months

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Favorite's meme!

I've been tagged by @cynic-view-ahead and so I must!!

I am really bad at picking favorites so the addendum to all of this is that these are my favorites as of right now, all time favorites is a whole different ball game.

Favorite painter: I actually don't know many painters by name, but I do really like Jane Wilson. Her impressionist landscapes are so beautiful, atmospheric, airy, sometimes haunting. But also, I love that she is an American woman doing big landscapes because the wall-sized landscape paintings in the US have always been dominated by men and she subverts that.

Favorite poet/writer: This is such a big question but I'm just going to say Tamsyn Muir and be done with it. I love The Locked Tomb Series! If I was going to try and describe the series I would say... a murder mystery in a post-apocalyptic society involving swashbuckling Necromancer lesbians... in space.

Favorite band: Hmmm, even just narrowing this one to right now only is hard! I've been listening to The Last Dinner Party, Mother Mother, and Cavetown on repeat lately. I am seeing Cold War Kids on Wednesday and The Rocket Summer (I went SUPER HARD for this band in high school) on the 17th. ABBA and Death Cab for Cutie are on permanent rotation!!

Bonus: A fictional band that will be featured in an upcoming chapter of Chaos Theory - Wimbly Donner and the Soldiers. There's three sentences about this band in my fic and I have two pages of headcanon about them.

Favorite meal & drink: I am very mood/situation dependent on my food choices. I am not picky in the sense that there's food I won't eat, but the vibe has to right for every meal. There is only one thing I can eat under any circumstance or time of day and back-to-back and that is a huge bowl of popcorn. Specifically, popcorn stovetop-popped using canola oil and white kernels. I top it only with salt. It was the first thing I could cook for myself and the only thing I could have for dinner for a while so my brain has just adapted to crave it 24/7. I like it warm, burnt, even stale. My favorite drink to pair it with is a smooth iced Americano. That sounds weird but the bitterness of the coffee highlights the sweet and saltiness of the popcorn!

Favorite outfit aesthetic/style: My favorite outfit is my causal Squall outfit (the Squoutfit)! But my style usually consists of bright colors, sequins/shiny things (Cher-core), busy patterns, and tons of accessories. I like playing with layering and trying to make myself look taller. I am a bigger person who is not always on good terms with my body but ironically I really like wearing crop tops. I just can't expose my biceps.

Favorite singer: Today it is Xana. I am OBSESSED with the song "Better Kind of Best Friend." Normally I do not listen to songs on a constant repeat but I'm probably pushing on listening to this one 30 times in the last 12 hours.

Favorite item you own: You mean other than my copy of Final Fantasy VIII? Hmm, it's a tough one. I just got a hot dog bookmark. And someone else gave me a glasses-cleaning cloth that looks like a hot dog. And then there is my hot dog sculpture. Probably one of those perfectly normal things to own.

Favorite perfume: I don't really do perfume these days because my husband is allergic but I have this mint and cinnamon soap that I absolutely adore. When it comes to fragrances, I generally like notes of lemon balm, flowers, cedar wood, rosemary, or vanilla, but I am very picky about how these scents are presented.

Tagging people I didn't get in my other tag game this evening: @gardengalwrites @redfoxline @sevlinop @thewillroar @mathiwrites

#tag game #favorites

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 months

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In a way, this strategy, if it were to have any salt to it, is kinda interesting. It also sort of enforces the idea of possible foul play. Because if CE is truly in such a happy, private, loveful relationship, why use somebody as uncouth as DM to throw out breadcrumbs? Especially since, in the past, his fanbase and most Tumblr blogs believed it was only legit if it came from someone like People Mag (his team's go-to). Ironically, Page 6 has been getting most of the exclusive scoops this time around, in addition to weird low rate tabloids that eventually make its way to the top.I know I sound like crazy qanon conspiracy theorist, but I guess people see what they want/ I agree with this anon all of these things that were spread as gossip was just a foreshadow of what's to come which is why I think this is not genuine, they had a plan since the beginning & still sticking to that plan but unfortunately for both by the time they are finish with there shenanigans plenty people will also be finish with them as well.

I think there’s a lot of us out there that can say, fine this is what you’re telling us, but also don’t believe that there are any genuine feelings between either parties. Now was this a ploy from the beginning? Who knows. But games have been played since day one. If it was genuine, why?

Let’s be honest, neither are losing that much. She is just gaining a hell of a lot more. And can Chris be the actor that can survive without a fandom? He could. But not with the rate he’s going. Pain Hustlers, I enjoyed his part. I will commend him for the acting he did. It was some of his better dramatic acting. However, it was critically panned. And now it’s forgotten. Ghosted…well, it was a choice.

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kalliyen · 2 years

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“Flipped” Part 1

Pairing: Nishimura Riki x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Ni-ki of Enhypen, Danielle of NewJeans, Soul of P1harmony

Genre: Flipped (2010) AU, Early 1960’s AU, Students AU, Non-Idol AU, Slight E2L, Fluff, Crack, Angst

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warning: a few swear words! Riki is kind of a jerk in Part 1 but he gets better I promise, Y/N is described as a ‘stalker’ but she is not.

Disclaimer: Only a work of FICTION do not take any of this seriously. This is based of by the movie/book Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen so all rights go to her, I am not trying to steal her work, this is only inspired by her work. My version of her story replaced with my own characters.

Word Count: 1,647 Words

(Part 2)

(# y.is = your initials)

N.RK

All I wanted was for Y/N L/N to leave me alone.

It all started before the 4th grade, when my family had just moved into the neighborhood.

I learned pretty quickly that this girl could not take a hint.

While my dad and I were unloading our moving truck, she suddenly came in and decided she wanted to help us, when dad stopped her.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, what do you think your doing little girl? Those boxes have valuables in them.”

“Don’t you want any help?” She replied.

God this girl was already so annoying.

“No. Now, why don’t you run along to your mother? She must be very worried about you.”

“Oh no. She’s knows where I am, she says it’s fine.”

My farther and I exchanged a look, when he spoke up

“Riki, isn’t it time you, ah, helped your mother in the kitchen?”

I gave him a confused look “huh?”

He gave me a look that said ‘go on son’

I quickly understood and dashed inside the house, and that’s when she started following me!

She grabbed my shoulder out of nowhere and I tried to shoo her away, but we ended up holding hands.

Which was quite embarrassing.

Thankfully, my mother came out of the house.

“I see you’ve meet my son?”

“Yeah” she replied. Was she giving me heart eyes?

Retracting my hand from hers, I quickly dashed away to hide behind my mother. Which was a bit cowardly of me, but what other option did I have?

However, my troubles were far from over.

When the first day of 4th grade arrived, I discovered that Y/N would be in the same class as me.

She ran up to me and started hugging me out of nowhere! Thankfully, she let go because our classmates were starting to tease us.

I internally prepared myself, because this girl, would never leave me alone.

Finally, in the 6th grade, I took action. I had had enough of Y/N’s weird antics and clinginess.

I devised a fool proof plan. It required 3 steps.

Step 1: Ask out the most attractive girl in school, Danielle Marsh.

To further understand the genius of this plan, you have to understand that Y/N never liked Danielle, and I never knew why, She was pretty, nice and she seemed to have a lot of hair.

“Hey Danielle! Wait up!”

“Oh hi Riki! What’s up?”

“I just wanted to ask..do you wanna go to the movies with me this weekend? You know, like a date?”

“I’d love to Riki!”

“Great! I’ll see you on the weekend”

Step 2: The more I’d hang out with Danielle, Y/N will get less and less interested in me.

So far, being Danielle’s boyfriend was great. Sure I didn’t quite understand what she was saying half the time, but seeing Y/N give Danielle the death stare that would’ve bored holes in her head, made me happy. Because that meant Y/N would finally stop liking me.

One day when we were both walking down the halls, I spotted Y/N in-front of her locker.

To add salt in her wound, I decided to grave Danielle’s hand.

I know it sounded evil, but the furious look Y/N gave us, made me feel satisfied.

Step 3: (my personal favorite) I’ll finally live a peaceful Y/N-less life.

For two weeks, not having a certain unbearable someone, bothering me and breathing down my neck, was heaven.

But my supposed best friend, Haku Shota, had also taken an interest in Danielle. And loyalty gave way to desire, he told her my master plan that I only shared to him, just to get an opening to Danielle.

The next day of school, while I was peacefully reading a book, Danielle walks up to me and slaps me on the face.

You can assume she didn’t take it well.

Word got out and soon enough Y/N started giving me the goo-goo eyes again. It was so annoying.

But next year, 7th grade, would be different. New class, bigger school, maybe I could finally get away from Y/N.

The first day I meet Nishimura Riki, I flipped.

It was those eyes, those dazzling eyes. Gosh, I could stare into them forever if I could.

His family had just moved into the house across mine, and I decided to go over there and help him, and get a better look at this cute boy.

I started to help them unload the boxes from their moving truck, when his father stopped me.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, what do you think your doing little girl? Those boxes have valuables in them.”

“Don’t you want any help?” I asked him.

“No. Now, why don’t you run along to your mother? She must be very worried about you.”

“Oh no. She’s knows where I am, she says it’s okay!”

He and his father exchanged looks. I couldn’t quite tell what that look was.

“Riki, isn’t it time you, ah, helped your mother in the kitchen?”

So his name is Riki huh? An adorable name for an equally adorable boy.

He ran back to his house, but I could tell he didn’t want to go, so I chased after him.

I was about to ask him if he wanted to play a little before he got stuck in his house, right before he reached out to hold my hand.

Everything slowly went into slow-motion, was this it? Was this going to be my first kiss?

Before we could get any closer, his mother interrupted us.

“I see you’ve meet my son?” She asks.

“Yeah” I reply. I’m pretty sure I was giving him heart eyes.

Before I could say another word to him, he let go of my hand, and hid behind his mother, he was so cute.

That night, I contemplated the kiss that could’ve been. I was sure he had a crush on me, because he was so shy and cute, he couldn’t even talk to me!

Boys were like that, my mother said. If they couldn’t talk to you and started blushing around you that meant he liked you. So that must mean Riki likes me, right?

On the first day of 4th grade, I was so happy to see Riki walk into class.

“Riki! You’re here!” I tackled him in a hug, he got so embarrassed that he tried to let go, maybe it’s because all the other kids were looking at us while laughing.

I reluctantly let go of him, since he looked so shy and embarrassed.

When 6th grade rolled around, I had learned to contain my excitement whenever I saw him around.

But just when I was about to greet Riki good morning, I noticed he was talking to Danielle Marsh.

Danielle Marsh was nothing but a snobby, rich little backstabbing gossiper.

I didn’t hear much, but when I pieced together that she and Riki were going to go on a date, I had heard enough.

I was furious! The next few weeks I’d find them in the hallways, acting all lovey-dovey with each other.

One school morning, I saw them walking in the halls, as per usual, Danielle was blabbering on about nonsense, and Riki grabbed her hand!

She was holding hands with Riki. My Riki! I got so mad, I slammed my locker, which made some heads turn and look at me.

But I didn’t care. I was so mad I got back home and started furiously crying. How could he do this to me? I thought he liked me?

N.RK

Seventh Grade brought changes all right, but the biggest one didn’t happen at school. It happened at home.

My grandma had come to live with us, and whenever I got back home from classes, I always saw her looking out the window.

My mother said it was because she missed my grandfather, but it wasn’t something she would ever talk about with me. In fact, she rarely even talked to me.

That is one day when Y/N appeared in the local newspaper.

I had just gone down to take a snack from the kitchen when I was about to go to my room,

“Riki, may I speak with you for a moment?” My grandmother asked.

I stood there, a little confused, but I answered “Yeah sure, what’s up Grandma?” And then I took a seat beside her.

She handed me the newspaper “Your friend, Y/N L/N’s on the newspaper”

I took the newspaper from her hand and stared at it.

‘13 year old girl refuses to climb out of tree’ It read.

Y/N and that stupid tree. Specifically it was a Sycamore tree.

She had always had a fixation with that stupid tree, ever since we were kids. And I never understood it.

“Riki come up here with my brothers! It’s so fun!”

“No thanks!” I yelled. That not what I needed.

It would be all back to the 4th grade again. ‘Y/N and Riki sitting in a tree!’ Yeah right, I’d rather eat Lima Beans for the rest of my life.

I handed back the newspaper to my grandma. “She isn’t exactly my friend, more like uh, an annoying acquaintance.”

“Well why not? She seems like a nice girl” Grandma asks, seriously, did she really want to be friends with this girl?

“You’d have to know Y/N Grandma..” I answered her in a low tone.

“Well I’d like too!” I guess that she did want to be friends with that girl.

“Read this. Without prejudice.” She tells me, and hands me the newspaper.

“Alright grandma”

I go up to my room and toss the newspaper on my desk. Yeah right, like a needed to know more about Y/N L/N.

I knew exactly how she was, she was a stubborn know-it-all and a stalker. I don’t need to know more than that. And I don’t want to know more than that either.

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asshlyyyy · 2 years

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Fall Treats (Elvis Headcanons)

I liked this one! This may seem like a stupid idea, but I liked how it turned out! Not to mention it’s just more information for the end fic at the end of the month! Part of me is scared to write it, while the other half is excited!

A few more headcanons this month, and hopefully I will start making better ones, that aren’t themed around a holiday or season. Let’s be honest though... that will not stop me for when winter comes.

Kind of almost forgot that I was posting today... he...he...hehe... Anyways, new fic on Saturday I hope. It will be either Saturday or Sunday!

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis/ Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical Errors

Word Count: 824

You pulled out the container that held all your recipes and searched for your favorite.

Pumpkin Pie... mmm yum.

You wouldn't call yourself a baker...

But you have been craving pumpkin pie for a long time now.

Well... for a couple of weeks since you received some fantastic news.

Not to mention, it would be a nice treat for Elvis.

He was currently away for a meeting, and you knew he was going to be hungry when he got back.

"Ah ha!" You exclaimed as you pulled out the recipe card.

"Okay... let's see here... The crust on one side, and filling on the other."

You had just gone shopping, so hopefully, you would have everything.

"Flour... salt and shortening." You read aloud as you searched for the products.

After you gather those ingredients you read the other side of the card.

"pumpkin.. obviously. Evaporated milk... still sounds weird. Eggs, brown sugar, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and salt. I already have salt out."

You still had no idea what evaporated milk was.

You gathered your ingredients and went back to the card.

There were only seven steps, so hopefully, you will be finished before Elvis got back.

You preheated the oven and got to work on the crust.

As much as some people didn't like the crust, it was the most important part of the pie.

So you got to work.

And boy did you snack the whole time also.

You may have been having a moment for pumpkin pie, but you counted wait.

You absolutely loved snacking, even more so now.

While everything was in the oven baking you made your way to the couch.

Where you took a nap because let's be honest... It's tiring making a whole ass pie.

Of course, you woke up when you heard that loud annoying egg timer you set.

Because lord knows you would have forgotten.

As you made your way over to the kitchen you saw someone standing there bringing the pie out and you let out a scream.

"Elvis! You scared me!" You held your hand close to your heart.

Elvis in return laughed and stood up.

Were you upset that he was back already?

Of course, you were.

You wanted to surprise him and you can't exactly do that when he ruins the surprise.

"'m sorry, sweetheart. Saw ya sleeping when I came in. Didn' want to wake you." He explained.

You let out a breath and walked over to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and let your heart rest.

"It's okay... just wanted to surprise you." You muttered against his chest.

"With pie?"

"That and... something else." You said softly and pulled away.

Elvis looked down at you confused.

"What's the something else?" Elvis asked as he looked down at you.

"Well... You know how I've been eating more? Just been... overly drained more?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm... pregnant..." you smiled softly.

It took Elvis a while to process what you said.

But when it hit him... it hit him.

"I- that- oh my god, sweetheart." He pulled you closed and kissed you.

"This is great news! I mean- I- we're gonna be parents!" You giggled at his reaction and smiled.

"We are," you said softly and ran your hands through his hair.

"Wait- and you made pumpkin pie? I mean- this is just the best day ever."

"Gotta wait a bit longer for the pie... sadly." You pointed out to him.

The two of you spent your time chatting.

He asked a bunch of questions.

Like when did you find out? Possible names and genders. How many were there?

If there was any question about the baby, he asked it.

It didn't annoy you either.

In fact, you found it quite cute.

Elvis was excited... and so were you.

You guys have talked about having a baby now for months.

Even before the two of you were married, you talked about how many kids you guys would have.

It was always between three and/or four.

You didn't want too little, and you didn't want too much.

You wanted the perfect amount.

Then you discussed the many ways Elvis would spoil them.

Because let's be honest... the man has a spending problem.

When the pie was cooled enough, the two of you dug in... and kept digging in.

In fact, you two finished the whole pie.

Which sucked, but you could always make more.

Fall baking will always hold a special place in your heart.

And this day just made it even more magical.

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sasukimimochi · 1 year

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i wanna ramble about my view on JC but i'm so bad at words

so like, i see posts where people talk about these things JC does or WWX holds back from, i don't wanna go searching but also want to leave these details out cuz i don't want to accidentally call people out cuz that is not my intention (not that i have the audience to do something like that) so i'm just gonna go from my memory and kinda summarize what i think abt him...

gonna add a read more line bc this gets long!

Uh, btw please no hostility i'm not trying to start arguments, these are just my thoughts i really wanted to get out there. i'm definitely no therapist or psychologist so take this with a grain of salt, this is the view of just an average reader who retains a lot of info [tho still manages to miss details at times]. Anyway if you have info you think i should have addressed, reply and i'll make additions if i agree/want to expand on the info presented to me!

So, WWX and JC have a weird thing going on, it's not exactly brothers but they definitely wanted that, the reason why i say they aren't solidly brothers is because i'm pretty sure Madam Yu has influenced JC from the start of his arrival which is why he doesn't call wwx a-xian or Wei Ying or A-Ying- Why he doesn't allow himself to let loose properly around anyone even in private, why he constantly scolds wwx, etc. i believe firmly he's been quite influenced by his parents due to him being the next sect heir and the pressure that comes from it, as well as what he feels like madam yu is correct on- wwx is uncle jiang's favorite.

Madam Yu still chides Yanli for doing domestic acts for WWX but not on the same level as JC, who is constantly under pressure by her to be the perfect heir to the sect. She wants him to be better than WWX, which of course affects all of the family but Yanli gets left out of the fire a bit, which i think is what gives her such a strength to do these supportive acts for the brothers [and why she's also both the brother's favorite. She's basically the mom they wish for. Supportive, understanding, and helps mediate them]. Though this is a burden she has to bear, it's not that big of a burden to her because she loves the two so much.

Jiang Fengmian... i might be spelling his name wrong, so i'll call him Uncle Jiang cuz it will be faster for me to type with no mistakes haha. Anyway, I have complicated feelings about him.

At first i thought he was great and did no wrong, but that was on my first pass and when i had just watched the donghua only. My opinion of him since i read the novel isn't bad, but it's not super good. He's in a complicated position! There's only so much he can do about his wife, they argue super often and while its not usually crazy loud, it's pretty intense. [also, i'm not sure if separation is really a thing that happened back then, i think that's really a modern thing.] I feel like we're likely seeing Uncle Jiang's will to fight dimmed down by the wear of time.

Consider: you have a family member who won't ever listen to what you say, regardless how sound your argument is- you can be completely in the right and have all the facts, but no matter how long you press on, the result never changes. Do you put in the same amount of effort for the rest of your life? No! You understand that no matter how much you argue that their answer will remain the same. I personally have a family member like this, and while i defend myself regularly, it does not go anywhere. That is the nature of some people, no matter what they may not treat your view with the respect it deserves.

anyway back to the main line here, i dont think wwx is wrong about what he said regarding JF to JC. "he's just hard on you cuz you're going to be sect leader" or whatever it was along those lines- WWX does not seem like the type to lie to make someone feel better and i think this is why JC appreciates that conversation so much (besides the heartfelt twin prides which is obviously something that stuck to him for a long time). And i agree, JF is definitely trying to prepare Jiang Cheng for his position as sect leader one day.

do i think Uncle Jiang is completely guilt free of favoritism? No absolutely not, he canonically holds wwx more as a child, which i think is hard to argue against- but i do think the context of that is missed in part by most. WWX may have been a bright kid with sun shining out his ass but he was also a scared kid that just got rescued off the streets after his parents never came home. A kid that was fighting for food from dogs and likely starving and scared because he was on the street for like 5 years [if i remember it was from age 4 to 9 in the novel]. Of course he got held a bit more- i can't imagine he would be completely unphased immediately upon arrival, at least with his Uncle Jiang who was totally willing to provide him comfort- which wwx probably desperately missed from his now dead parents. We know canonically that the memory of those parents, however small, is unreplaceable and dear to wwx- but having JF treat him dearly is truly a balm to what has happened to him.

I'm not gonna say JC didn't go through things that made him cry and want to be held, in fact if WWX came into the house and suddenly got a lot of attention, it's going to feel pretty shitty for JC! Of course this combined with abruptly losing his privacy and puppies was what initially had him pushing the other away, but as you could see, after WY breaks his leg after running off and they make up, they get really close and despite this looming responsibility and family troubles, the two are very bonded. imo making them look like 6 year olds in the donghua is an injustice to their relationship, because 9 year olds tend tend to have more emotional intelligence (?) at that age. I'm not sure how to phrase that, but basically making them look younger and act like giggling children took away from the scene a bit for me lol. Jc is old enough to realize he doesn't dislike wwx! This isn't a child quickly getting over his anger, he's young here yes, but he's decided in this moment that he cares about this new member of the family, despite being called the son of a servant. [which yes madam yu is once again influencing his view of this segregation but i think he is much better at ignoring this particular in his youth]

I am rambling more than i thought i would lmao- i have a lot of feelings about their relationship and i think it's skipped over so much

um, i'm not sure which direction i was going in before i went onto the parents. Let's skip forward.

lotus pier fell and not only did JC see wwx get humiliated and whipped and nearly disfigured, his mother who he was about to lose blamed wwx for so much. When you lose a family member you have an attachment to, whether it bad or good, this influences your thoughts about them and with no way to resolve said thoughts. i find this hard to explain, so i'm just going to hope you understand what i'm referring to here. Especially in ancient china though, i believe it's a big thing to hold such a high regard for your parents, but especially if they have passed? i can't say this is fact but i believe that is the case i just am sticking to my memory here. So these things in combination with Trauma, i believe starts this heavy, negative emotion in JC that is hard to unstick.

JC and WWX may get into a one-sided scuffle but soon after they cry together like children. They just experienced hundreds of lives lost- people they grew up with and trained with and cared for as well as the people who provided and cared for them- their family was unstable, but still was a family and support system- now they had only two people and one of them was far away, the one that was typically their pillar. I feel like a lot of people hold JC to an impossible standard in his situation- having a bad day and taking it out on someone is one thing, going through a traumatic massacre i think allows someone to get a bit unreasonable [though of course nearly choking him was quite far, remember, he's extremely unstable emotionally at this point].

"WWX didn't do that though!" of course not. WWX is a different person with a different personality, is older (though i don't know by how much), and is extremely resilient, but he does process his trauma just differently. As you see over and over in the novel, wwx goes through many things others wouldn't dream of, but he starts acting differently even before the golden core removal, not only after. He's going through the same things, but i'm pretty sure no one reacts to trauma the same way to the T. JC's just happens to be misplaced anger, which is probably way too simple a way to put it, but anyway...wwx also gets angry. very angry. The two both have the correct target of anger in the end, despite Jc's breakdown. He still harbors his mother's words, but at this point they're still in the background of his mind.

Now again we go forward- JC willingly sacrifices himself for WWX. Look, if he doesn't like wwx at all i think this is extremely contradictory. even if he was s*icidal, he could have chose other ways to get to that end if that was the case. and a gentle reminder that JC perks back up and is ready to fight once he believes WWX knows how to fix his core! i don't think he was truly wanting to die or anything like that until he thought he had lost everything except wwx and jyl. He believes in wwx's strength despite his constant fear of inferiority, so if he was gone, what would it matter if wwx was there to continue to protect yanli?

Essentially he was like 'well what are we going to do if i can't lead the sect? We would be in a homeless situation and there is a war.' aka there's not a lot of hope all around, i don't think he was only upset about the core, but it was definitely the main force because if he didn't have a core, how would he survive what was happening anyway? he's like 'if i'm gonna die let it be on my terms' yk? He also doesn't feel like he's strong enough before he lost his core to protect anyone. Without it? fat chance.

whew... this is a lot already, so maybe i'll post this and do a part two later addressing YLLZ arc, then the "present" one. i just have a lot of feelings about their relationship and i'm sad to see so much negativity around him...JC is quite flawed, but a lot of the characters are flawed! that doesn't make them bad characters, it makes them interesting and human.

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 7 months

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what books have u read and enjoyed that inspired and improved your writing? I'm just curious cause your writing is so top notch fr

Hello,

And omg thank you. 😊 Got me blushing like a schoolgirl rn.

Sorry for a long response, I apparently like talking about myself.

I read a lot of books, mostly when I was younger. As I got older I mainly wrote a lot of essays and reports which I think is why my writing tends to sound very formal. I am actually fairly new to creative writing, I only took one class for it in my sophomore year of high school and I actually got a -C in in. (Thank you Mr. Vann for that, wait till I publish this fucking story; I am mailing you a physical copy with a packet of salt.) Anyway, I kind struggle writing creatively because I am so used to the structure of essays but I am glad people seem to like it.

In terms of what specifically formed it is honestly an amalgamation of many different things.

The main ones that I think shaped my writing when I was younger was probably the song of ice and fire series (my dad was a huge fan and read them to me, and if your thinking thats too violent of a series for a kid consider the fact that he was a single teenage dad who didn't know any better lol), harry potter, chronicles of narnia, the school for good and evil, the pegasus series, and the three dark crowns series by Kendare Blake was pretty good too.

As I got older I took a lot of advanced english classes in high school so I read classics like Jane Eyre, a handful of shakespeare titles, a lot of edgar allan poe stuff (I like the rhyming of the fall of the house of usher specifically). I was forced to do a report on oryx and crake by Margaret Atwood, I didn't really like it but I read it. I also did a presentation about Emily Dickinson's poetry which I enjoyed.

As for my own personal preferences, I always liked many different mythologies spanning from greek/roman, egyptian, aztec/mayan, ect. Video Games and movies also probably heavily shaped it.

Overall, I think the biggest contributor and honestly this might be a bit weird but growing up Christian I always read and still prefer the old king james version of the bible. (The one with thee's and thou's all over the place) I really think that molded me early on to enjoy and understand shakespeare, in combination with my loving medieval inspired fantasy worlds that sort of old english literature just really vibes with me.

P.S. - My writing might also seem good just because I edit the ever loving shit out of it for days on end before I publish it. I think Act 1 of the prologue shows this off best since I still think it's the best writing I have ever done and I have rewritten that passage countless times.

Thank you for asking! 💙

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softquietsteadylove · 10 months

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Hiiii!! I love these rare moments when Thena successfully cooks/bakes something for Gil! So how about she make something for him and it turns out good??

I think it would fit for the Bodyguard AU. If you think it would fit into another AU better please do it!

"Thena?"

Gil walked into the apartment, smelling...quite a few things, really. First and foremost, he could smell the evidence of something burning, which was his main concern.

Thena had told him not to bring food with him when he came over today. Apparently she was 'trying something'. He was pretty sure he had never seen her so much as attempt to use her fancy penthouse kitchen, so he wasn't entirely sure what she was 'trying'.

But she sounded excited, and that alone made him agree to it.

"What, uh," he blinked, on the verge of laughing when he arrived a true disaster in her stunning kitchen. There were bowls and failed attempts still in pans strewn everywhere. That was that weird burnt smell. He smirked, "is going on here?"

"Gil!" Thena emerged from behind the countertop with a bright smile. Her hair was pulled back and there was evidence of stuff all over her flawless skin. But she seemed positively elated to see him. "I'm so glad you're here!"

It was such a simple statement, but it really made his heart start flip-flopping around in his chest with glee. He shirked off his bomber jacket and laid it over the back of one of the counter chairs. "Is this what you've been up to?"

"Okay," she sighed, turning back to the stove.

It was going to take hours to get this place looking presentable again.

"I remember you telling me that you hum in the kitchen because your grandmother would," she narrated as she stirred the pot of...something. "Aren't some of your favourite recipes from her?"

"Uh, yeah," Gil blinked as Thena offered him sparing and fleeting looks over her shoulder as she tasted her creation. He had mentioned it, ever so briefly in passing. He didn't think she had remembered it.

"Well, my grandmother also made me most of my meals in childhood."

Gil blinked; Thena had never brought up her family before. Not much was known about them, and certainly she had never even so much as mentioned them.

"She was quite a good cook, or perhaps everyone else in my family was just so bad that she was the lesser of evils," Thena continued to talk as she added the very last dash of salt to the pot before turning off the burner. "She used to make us a soup called Ukha."

Gil had read about it--Russian or maybe Slavic in origin? It was a fish stew. He raised his brow, "fish?"

"I know," she sighed, finally turning to him and tossing away her hand towel. She tilted her head, "I knew you would catch that."

He chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender, "I'm just saying--you always have some complaint when I make fish for you."

"Because I used to eat Ukha all the time!" she huffed, rolling her eyes. He had never seen this particular light in her eyes, before. But it was quite similar to when she was particularly pleased with her latest performance.

It was pride.

Gil inhaled reflexively as she pushed the bowl in front of him. It was a semi-clear broth, probably a seafood stock, although it didn't smell super fishy. There were large, uneven chunks of carrots and potatoes and onions, and some very whole herbs that probably could have been ground up finer.

It was beautiful.

"You said you were still a little bit stuffy after being sick," she murmured more sheepishly now, toying with the apron she had on over her clothes (an apron he had bought her, since of course she didn't own one before). "I know you like soup--and it's rather hard to mess up broth. So, I thought... "

"It's great!"

Thena sighed at him, "you haven't even tasted it!"

He didn't care. It looked beautiful, and the hopeful eagerness on Thena's face said a thousand words. He picked the bowl up and took a deep, loud slurp.

"Gil!"

He made a nice loud 'ahh' sound too, as if he had taken a deep swig of beer after a hard day. But really...it wasn't bad. It was maybe a little over-seasoned, too many flavours battling it out for dominance. Even after her last dash of salt it could probably use more. He would guess that some of the larger veg pieces might be a little under done in texture.

But none of that mattered because it was the best thing he had ever eaten. "It's not bad."

"Really?"

He smiled, genuinely eager to offer his praise of the simple white fish stew. "I bet your grandma would be proud."

Thena blinked, her eyes going glassy. She sniffled, turning back to the pot for herself. "Well, I wanted to do something for you. Especially since I meant to, and then..."

She was referring to when she came over to his place to take care of him while he was sick and then fell asleep on his bed. He had eventually gotten up and made some miso soup for the both of them, much to Thena's embarrassment and frustration.

"Come on," he chuckled, taking a more civilised spoonful of soup. Actually, it was pretty good on his second taste of it. She had actually cooked the fish just right, which was probably the hardest part of things.

"Hm," she mused, taking only a few spoonfuls for herself in a small tasting bowl. "I suppose I've made much worse."

"It's good," he assuaged, although she still seemed to be ignoring his open praise of it. He tilted his head to try and get a better look at her, "careful, Thena."

She tilted her head at him as well.

"You'll get me hooked on this stuff. Then I'll be asking you to make it for me all the time."

She rolled her eyes at him, now more flustered over his warm reception of her first successful meal attempt. "You will not."

"Why not?" he shrugged, taking another spoonful and chewing the fish. It was actually nice and soft, almost...buttery? His eyes dashed over to the counters again and he spied one of the pans with what was definitely burned butter crusted onto the bottom. That was the smell; she had taken a few tries to get the fish butter basted before adding it to the soup. It was a nice touch, though.

"How are you feeling, by the way?" she peeked up at him, still somewhat shy from his open adoration.

He sniffed the soup again, letting its heavy dill and tarragon scent push through his sinuses. "Much better, now."

#Thenamesh Bodyguard AU #Thena thinks about what she can do for Gil #she looks up recipes and always concludes that something will be too hard #she won't strain the miso right and she doesn't have dashi anyway #she doesn't dare tarnish his love of seaweed soup or sundubu jjigae #even tomato soup requires a hand blender and she wouldn't dare #plus a lot of them call for heavy cream and she's trying to keep things light on Gil's stomach #then she remembers that soup her grandmother made #herbaceous and fishy and warming even when you didn't want it to be #she does her best to find a recipe she thinks she can do #generally it takes a lot of time #but she determines she can pre-cook the fish and some of the veg #while the stock is going #and also she used store bought chicken broth because come on she doesn't have all day to make homemade fish stock #Gil really does love it #he has four whole bowls of it and is floating blissfully afterwards #he also helps her clean the kitchen because my god #it's a massacre

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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Today was a good day. I felt slightly better. Still coughing, but not as weak. I am still really looking forward to going to sleep.

I slept okay last night. I was still coughing myself awake. But I got more rest then I have been. So it was a win.

I woke up at 630 pretty uncomfortable, but I let myself doze for a half hour. James laid with me a bit. I struggled to get up. But I would be okay.

I liked my hair a lot today. And I felt pretty good overall. I loved wearing my new ring. I was feeling positive. James sent me off with my bag packed. And I had a nice drive, but people were still driving stupid. Just going wildly slow. But it was fine. I got to camp and was glad to be there.

Though I discovered the watermelon James has packed me had spilled all over my lunch bag. Ah well. I cleaned that up and soon Elizabeth was coming in. It's weird not having that first hour alone but I won't begrudge someone else wanting to be able to leave earlier.

And we actually had some really nice chats. About art and my drawing project but also about my pipeline theory and some other silly stuff. We had some big laughs.

I worked on my proposal for a diorama workshop and a few other small projects. I did my drawing for the day and realized I had one of the stickers hidden so today actually was the last drawing! I did my favorite Leatherman pocket knife. And closed out the project. I'll order sheets of the stickers as a limited run soon.

As others were coming it there was actually stuff for me and Sarah to do! There is apparently another snow storm coming in tonight so we drove up to the Alaskans to get salt to put all around on any wood surfaces because we have a full camp rental this weekend.

I found out it's a Christian school and so I told Sarah all about how she. I was in highschool we would go on winter retreats and it was the most important thing every year but also it was crazy because they wouldn't feed us for so long so that we would get in some weird space. And she was like Jesse that sounds like a cult. And I am like oh I know.

It was fun driving around off road pouring salt on things. And when we got back we were both a bit tired so we took a break.

Heather would have some schedule stuff for me to work on. They want more free choice and so I worked on some ways for that to work. There might be some kind of choice in what specialities they could go to every day. We will see if it's actually implemented.

I had lunch and did some work on canva. Edited some logos for the music festival. Me and Sarah would go out again to deliver bags of salt and shovels to the different cabins just in case. The snow is supposed to come in quick but then it's going to be almost 60 so it'll probably melt fast too. But it was fun being out. Though I kept tripping on my shoes and making Sarah nervous I was going to break an ankle.

The day would wrap up pretty quickly. I reminded Alexi that my birthday is tomorrow and Chloe was like what! Why wasn't it on the calendar and Elizabeth ran out to write it before I left. I just never noticed it didn't make it to the calendar because I was gone for the last week of January and then I was sick. But everyone wished me well and said they will make a bigger deal next week. Which is not necessary but is also very kind.

I said goodbye and headed out. I did stop at 711 to get a piece of pizza. And I'm glad I did because there was a lot of traffic on the drive home. So it was closer to 45 minutes. Which is whatever but still rough. I enjoyed my music and my podcast and was home soon enough.

When I got back here I did some tidying up because Celia was coming over. I ran around with the vacuum and soon she was knocking on my door.

It was nice to have her over. James would come home soon after she got there. I gave her the tour and talked about what we are going to do in different spaces once we have furniture. And then after talking with James for a bit and playing with sweetp we would set up in the studio to do some painting.

Celia would paint a pill bug and I painted Sweetp. And it was fun. We watched a video about the backrooms and painted and James made us stuffed shells. It was a really fun couple hours. We talked about the history of accents and travel and told stories and it was just a really lovely night.

James ran over to the apartment to feed the aquatics and grab a few things. And Celia left a little before they came back. I watched her from the stoop to make sure she made it to her car. And then when I came back inside I went to get a shower.

James got home soon after I got dressed. And they are downstairs talking to their dad. And I am in bed. Coughing a lot. Which still gets worse at night. But I'm sipping water and hoping that the snow isn't bad. So tomorrows plan goes off without a hitch.

Because tomorrow is my birthday! Jess should be here mid morning, weather permitting, and then we are going to IKEA! I hope that we can get everything easily and then we will spend most of the day building things. I'm very much looking forward to my birthday. James is finishing baking a cake for me now. And Jess will be here. And I'm just really happy. Despite the cough.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all so much. Until tomorrow!!

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bprdeeznuts · 2 years

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Hellboy Headcanons ❤️😩👌 || Abe Sapien’s Egg Tierlist

One of Abe Sapien’s favorite foods is eggs! We find this out in the first Hellboy movie seconds after he is introduced. Sadly, only one type of egg was shown, and we, Abraham’s adoring fans and S I M P S, could only speculate beyond the scope of one egg variety. Until now.

The enjoyability of a good egg relies on not just taste and texture, but how easily it could be given to him via dropping it directly into his tank.

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Century eggs — His absolute favorite! Their murky green color and gelatinous texture comes from the concoction of salt, lime, ashes, and black tea that they are boiled in, and then left to ferment in for months at a time. Once they’re aged to perfection, the eggs transform from a simple snack to Abe’s all-time favorite delicacy. An acquired taste for sure, but one to be savored and appreciated.

Tea eggs — A younger cousin of the century egg, these eggs are steeped in black tea alone, and display beautiful spiderweb patterns when its shell is cracked just enough for the tea to stain the inside. A lovely gift for a very appreciative Abe!

A TIER

Soft boiled and hard boiled — Rather plain, as any salt or pepper added would wash off once the egg is dropped into his tank, but the simplicity of a plain old soft/hard boiled egg is just the kind of normalcy Abe needs a taste of some days.

Poached — The solid surface protects the warm, molten core of yolk inside from the watery environment of Abe’s tank, letting him enjoy it with no worries of the yolk liquid mixing in with the water. They’re the lava cakes of the egg world! Although he’d best make sure to eat it all in one go.

B TIER

Fried — Like poached eggs, but with a thin layer of buttery residue and little crispy bits on the ends. Much better suited for eating on land. One of Hellboy’s favorites for sure. Sadly, this post isn’t about him.

C TIER

Ostrich egg — How long did it even take to boil this thing?? A giant egg the size of Abe’s own head sounds fantastic on paper, truly the stuff of dreams! But taking bites out of something underwater is a tricky experience when the inside of said something tends to…crumble apart and get all weird and soggy.

Cadbury eggs — Another one of Hellboy’s favorites…not so much Abe’s. He’s not a fan of anything overly sugary or sweet. And these eggs are about as far as one can get from the fragrant, savory flavor of his top favorite eggs. Chocolate is also best kept out of the water.

D TIER

Scrambled — How on earth is he going to eat these?? Did you even THINK? Abe can only look on in dread as you cram handfuls of scrambled eggs into the pneumatic egg dispensing tube connected to his tank. There are now fifty eight separate, disintegrating, soggy, spongey chunks of scrambled egg dispersing in all directions of Abe’s tank. Most of them hit the bottom of the tank before Abe can even manage to catch them in time. He has to slurp them from the bottom of the tank now like some kind of plecostomus slurping algae because he likes eggs and doesn’t want to be rude by refusing your egg donation. Please stop laughing he’s sucking eggs off the floor in front of you because of YOU and you’re LAUGHING. Nice going, champ.

F TIER

Easter eggs- Is this a joke to you?? These are made of plastic. They came from the Dollar Tree down the street. And you’re trying to feed them to Abe Sapien. I thought you were better than this. Even now. After everything you’ve done.

Dr. Eggman from SEGA’s “Sonic the Hedgehog” franchise — Abe has never been this horrified in his life. Not only did he never in his wildest nightmares think Dr. Eggman could be real, but you’ve somehow crammed his entire body into the pneumatic egg dispenser and you’re encouraging Abe to EAT him. But most terrifying of all, Abe now has to live with the knowledge that his universe is one with Sonic the Hedgehog’s universe. And some knowledge may be too much for even one of the greatest minds among the mortal world.

Mayonnaise — If it contains egg, it is egg, amiright? This must have been the train of thought you had before dumping a gallon jar of mayonnaise into the pneumatic egg dispenser. A gallon of mayonnaise that mixes in with the tank water upon contact, spreading farther and farther every time Abe moves an inch to agitate the water. There’s nothing he can do to stop it from enveloping every inch of the tank, no one he can call for help. This was the worst possible egg choice by far, and you chose it anyway. By some miracle, Abe survives the MAYONNAISE PNEUMONIA you bestowed upon him, but barely. Hellboy has to sit there worrying his head off in the medbay for like five hours until Abe’s gills are cleared enough for him to explain why his tank was full of mayonnaise, and by the end of it, Red’s just about ready to give a rock-solid four-fingered piece of his mind to whoever thought it would be a funny idea to drown his friend. Which just so happens to be you. The following day, for unspecified reasons, you are relocated to the moon at an unknown agent’s request.

Omelette — They just taste weird in water, kinda gross tbh

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