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if youre cold he’s cold. bring him inside
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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ALL MINE ALL ME huh yunjin x reader
❀ ͘ ⴰ “I hate your phone, throw it away” - kali uchis
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➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼
yn leaned against the fansign table, adjusting the bunny ears on her head with a straight face as she side glances chaewon who wraps her arms around yunjin who laughs and wraps her arms back around the girl.
yn scrunched up her face and looked at kazuha who let out a small laugh and picked up a plush baseball bat from the prop table and gave it to the girl.
yn politely took it from the girls hand and smiled innocently at her before posing with the bat for her fansite before walking over to chaewon and yunjin.
when yn got over to the laughing girls she immediately hit both of them with the plushie “playfully” causing them to yell as people in the crowd laugh at yn’s “playful antics.”
“why are you guys only giving each other attention?” she yells causing everyone to laugh as if the girl wasn’t being dead serious, “what about us?”
➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼
kazuha wrapped her arms around yunjin as the girls waited for their turn to practice on the stage for the award show that was happening later on in the day.
yunjin brought her hand held fan to her face and talked to the camera about how excited she is as she leaned into kazuha.
one of the other camera turned to yn who had chaewon talking her ear off but it seemed like the girl wasn’t even paying attention to the leaders words and was more focused on her two other members.
she watched as both kazuha and yunjin laughed at something yunjin said leaning against each other even more which caused her face to go sour before turning to chaewon quietly mocking their laughs which caused the leader to cover her face and laugh.
“share the joke with the class please!” yn shouted towards kazuha and yunjin, “I wanna laugh too, right chaewon unnie we wanna laugh.” she added causing the leader to laugh harder.
➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼
yn leaned against yunjin’s shoulder as kazuha and yunjin had a conversation with the live, she focused more on yunjin’s hands in hers, playing with the girls rings on her fingers.
“they say we look like a kdrama love triangle couple.” kazuha said pointing at a comment, “people have been saying that a lot.”
yunjin laugh and shook her head while yn looked towards kazuha, “are you sure they’re not just talking about me and yunjin? do you have reading problems? comprehension deficit perhaps?
yunjin’s mouth dropped while kazuha covered her mouth and laughed before reaching over yunjin to hit yn’s shoulder.
➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼
yn watched as the oldest of txt talked to yunjin who looked very interested in what the older was saying, she scrunched up her face before relaxing it immediately realizing was on camera with people that weren’t just her members.
she turned towards the camera and whispered to it, “txt sunbaenim, how cool right?” she says forcing an obvious smile, “right?”
“yn is actually a really big fan,” yunjin says gesturing towards yn who turns dramatically and looks behind herself to see if yunjin is talking about another yn
“she even has an album.” yunjin says bringing an arm towards yn and wrapping her arm around the girls waist bringing her closer to yeonjun.
he laughs thinking yn was just nervous but in reality that wasn’t the case at all, “am I your bias?”
“no.”
➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼
th camera followed yn as she went towards table where yunjin sat eating her food, she sat on the girls lap to show her something funny on her phone.
yunjin put her chin yn’s shoulder and laughed at the video before using her chopsticks to pick up a rice cake but before she could put it in her mouth, yn opened her mouth and let out a ahhhhh sound, causing yunjin to giggle and put the food in yn’s mouth.
“I want come!” the sound of chaewon’s voice filled the room as she walked towards yn and yunjin with her mouth open.
“ugh, why are you here?”
chaewon’s mouth dropped in offence while yunjin laughed at yn’s “joke”.
#huh yunjin#lesserafim yunjin#yunjin#huh yunjin x reader#yunjin x reader#lesserafim x reader#lesserafim imagines#girl group imagines
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3 questions. Does Jak know how to do black hair, does he own a rice cooker, and would he let me fill his bed full of my plushies. These questions are essential for this relationship to work between me and him🤧
Jak only knows how to do cornrows because I can assume he's been taught at least that hairstyle before. As for other styles, or in general care honestly he'd be willing to learn and would try his best!
He doesn't own a rice cooker. His idea of a rice cooker is going and ordering rice at a nearby resturant. He would buy mc a rice cooker if asked though!
He would let you fill the bed with plushies- Frankly Jak isn't exactly aesthetic forward. He doesn't have the need for things to match or fit a vibe, and would let mc do whatever they wanted tbh!
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@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)
Sundays are slow in the Potter household.
One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.
They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here.
James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour.
Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.
He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.
Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.
Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.
“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.
James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors.
“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.
“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”
It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”
They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape.
It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.
When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.
They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.
“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.
A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.
“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.
His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.
“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.
The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones.
Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.
It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.
James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.
He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.
James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast.
It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.
He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well.
The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.
“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.
Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”
“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.
James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”
“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.
Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.
James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.
When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.
#jegulus raising harry#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fic#starchaser#sunseeker#jegulus fluff#james potter#regulus black#kid harry potter#toddler harry potter#james potter x regulus black#regulus black x james potter#lune’s tiny fic
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Roommate!Kyojuro who’s been your best friend since Pre-K. You know each other inside and out, down to your usual orders and all your favorite restaurants.
Roommate!Kyojuro who brings you food whenever he stops to grab takeout, always thinking of you and what you’d want. Haven’t eaten lunch yet? He’s driving up to your work so you can eat in his car. Falling asleep during college classes? He’ll show up with your favorite coffee order.
Roommate!Kyojuro who can read your mood with a single look and knows exactly what to say to get you cracking up. He’s emotionally intelligent and gives you massive side eye if you try to lie and say you’re feeling fine when you’re clearly not.
Roommate!Kyojuro who makes you do silly TikToks with him and has countless random pictures of you doing the most mundane shit in his camera roll. Most of the photos he takes are ruined somehow; there’s always a glare of light or you move at the last moment. Among those god-awful cryptid pics are albums upon albums of pictures of you two together. All photos from trips you’ve taken, those impulsive 3 am outings, and movie nights with you passed out on his shoulder.
Roommate!Kyojuro who sends you a meme when you’re both supposed to be asleep just to hear you laugh through the wall separating your rooms.
Roommate!Kyojuro who pokes his head into the kitchen the moment he hears pots and pans being moved around. “What’re you cooking?”
Roommate!Kyojuro who relies on you for meals that aren’t takeout since he’s a pretty crummy cook, and though you’ve made progress teaching him, his rice still comes out crunchy and he overcooks most other things. Whenever you’re away for a few days he sends you pics of the meals he attempts by himself seeking your approval. Pls tell him his grilled cheese looks amazing, he’s so proud of it.
Roommate!Kyojuro who will actually RKO you if you even try to do the dishes. “You go through the trouble of cooking for me every day. I don’t want you to even look at those dishes, you hear me?” And if he finds out you did them, you’re in for an earful.
Roommate!Kyojuro who would never force you to come to the gym with him but always insists that he come along when you go. His close proximity wards off creeps and he’s an amazing hype man so you never complain, but he genuinely just wants to make sure you’re safe while you’re there.
Roommate!Kyojuro who cuddles with you on the couch and gets sucked into your tv dramas. He has the funniest reactions to shady moments and fights. He never fails to fall asleep at integral moments and needs to be briefed again, but acts so betrayed when he catches you watching them without him.
Roommate!Kyojuro who gets into crochet and makes you cute little plushies and socks. He’s SO proud to present his first full blanket to you and melts into a puddle whenever he finds you snuggled up with it.
Roommate!Kyojuro who has a bit of a “stray problem” and is always feeding the stray cats that roam around your apartment complex. At least two or three of them have become 100% indoor cats and he considers them his children. Takes them to get all their shots, sends you clips of them doing silly stuff while you’re at work, and crochets toys for them. He tears up when the most aloof kitty starts batting one of the crochet mice around. Sends you a frantic text of “HE TOUCHED IT!!!”
Roommate!Kyojuro who mindlessly tosses your laundry in with his if he sees it building up.
Roommate!Kyojuro who sneaks your shampoo because he likes the way you smell and acts dumb when you complain about running out so fast.
Roommate!Kyojuro who respects you too much to steal your panties when they get mixed in with his laundry but desperately humps into his fist later that night to thoughts of you filling them. A hand clapped over his mouth to smother his loud whimpers so he doesn’t alert your sleeping form through the paper-thin wall between your rooms.
Roommate!Kyojuro who wants to tell you how everything you do inadvertently turns him on, but would rather die than risk fucking up your friendship.
Roommate!Kyojuro that always cums with your name on his lips without fail, golden-red eyes rolled back as he fantasizes about your hands replacing his own.
Roommate!Kyojuro who never forgot the time you were dared to kiss at a party in high school. The soft press of your plush lips against his trembling ones has been burnt into his mind, always surfacing when he’s rutting into a pillow, pretending it's you. He imagines kissing you so often it’s a wonder you don’t see the way his eyes stare at your lips when you drink from a straw or chew at a pen.
Roommate!Kyojuro who would do anything for you, but selfishly wishes you'd see him as more than a friend.
#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes#wanted to try this trend#rengoku kyojuro x reader#kyojuro rengoku x reader#kyoujurou rengoku x reader#rengoku kyoujurou x reader#rengoku x reader#kyojuro x reader#n/sfw#kny smut
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Written for @hurricane105 for @zelinkcommunity loftwing letters24! Happy V-day, hurricane! I hope you like this post-BotW slice of Hateno life Zelink story. Have a fantastic day☺️
Sowing Seeds of Love
Summary: It's an annual tradition in Hateno for women to offer gifts of appreciation to those they care about on Sowing Day. Little does Zelda know that the gift she gives Link expresses more than platonic affection. Will she realize that perhaps he means more to her than she has dared to realize?
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The pouch slung over Zelda’s shoulders shifted with each step, bouncing against her hip as she walked through Hateno village. Periodically, she couldn’t help but reach inside to ensure the small, white box tied with a satin blue ribbon was safely tucked away. It was a Sowing Day gift for Link she’d chosen at the East Wind on her way home. The store’s merchant, Pruce, had assured her that it was a traditional Hateno custom for women to give appreciation gifts on Sowing Day.
She’d picked a sand seal plushie for Purah and a potted tomato plant for Symin to give tomorrow when she saw them. Zelda’s heart fluttered with memories of Urbosa as she thought of the gift she’d chosen for Link: three rich chocolate truffles imported from Gerudo. They were a delicacy Zelda had always enjoyed, and she hoped they would also bring joy to Link.
Crossing the bridge to the home she shared with him, Zelda could hear the faint sound of him tending to their small garden at the side of the house.
“I’m home!” Zelda called as she headed inside.
Pushing the front door open, the sweet, honeyed fragrance of apple blossoms permeated the air. A vase, filled with the blooms Link must have pruned that day, sat in the center of the already set table. Zelda pulled the box out of the bag and placed it in the middle of Link’s bowl before making their dinner. In the past year, Link had taught her some basic cooking skills since, pre-Calamity, Zelda had never had to cook. She hummed happily, feeling lighter than she had in ages as she peeled and chopped a swift carrot and hearty radish to add to the stewed meat she’d left to simmer all day over the fire in the hearth.
By the time Link came in from outside, the stew was ready. Zelda placed it, sliced bread, and rice on the table while Link washed up. She took her seat and waited expectantly for him to join her.
“It smells good, Princess.” His mouth curled into a bemused smile when he saw the package in his bowl. “What’s this?”
“A Sowing Day present for you.” Zelda sat forward in her seat, returning his smile. “Open it.”
Reaching for the end of the ribbon, Link untied the bow and lifted the lid on the box. Zelda’s stomach roiled anxiously as his expression changed from delight to shock to confusion. His brow furrowed, and he blinked several times, clearly processing the unexpected gift of truffles nestled within the waxed parchment. This was not the reaction she’d expected.
Feeling self-conscious, Zelda stumbled over an explanation. “Urbosa always brought these for me when she visited. They’re my favorite. Don’t you like them?”
Link’s expression softened, and he gave her a shy smile. “I do. They’re my favorites, too.”
Despite his smile, Zelda couldn’t help but feel she’d somehow upset or disappointed him. “Did I do something wrong?”
Link shook his head slightly and cleared his throat, a hopeful glint in his blue eyes when he looked at her. “Do you know what it means to give chocolates on Sowing Day?”
“Pruce said women gave gifts to show their appreciation. I bought Purah a plushie and Symin a plant. With your sweet tooth, I thought you’d like Gerudo chocolates.” Frowning, Zelda pulled her brows together when Link’s smile faltered, and the brief light in his eyes faded.
“Ah, I see.” Link nodded politely. “Thank you, Princess. We can enjoy them after dinner.”
He set the box aside and spooned rice and the creamy meat soup into their bowls. Zelda’s cheeks flamed, realizing she’d missed something significant regarding her gift, but she was too embarrassed to press Link further. They spent the remainder of the meal discussing how they’d spent their day. After cleaning up, Link declared he was tired from working in the garden all day and departed to the room he’d fashioned for himself in the lean-to behind the house. Zelda spent the night sleeping fitfully, wondering if she’d misinterpreted Link’s response to her gift.
The following day, Zelda rose, intending to ask Link again if he was all right, but found a hastily scrawled note on the kitchen table that he’d gone hunting and would be back later that evening. Sighing, she gathered her satchel and headed to the Ancient Tech Lab. Along the way, she greeted her fellow villagers with a friendly wave and nod. Once past the village proper, Zelda fretted over Link’s odd behavior as she trudged up the winding path, and the rising sun warmed the top of her head.
The clang of a hammer rang in the air before the building came into sight. Cresting the hill, Zelda saw through the open front door ten-year-old Purah standing at her lab table, fully absorbed in pounding a rectangular piece of metal. Spare circuits and wiring were spread over the surface, that wasn’t already covered with pages of schematics. As usual, Symin cataloged his specimens at the back of the room.
“Good morning, Purah and Symin.” Zelda smiled, pulling out the gifts she’d brought them. “Happy belated Sowing Day!”
Purah’s eyes lit up when she spied the sand seal. “Check it!” Grabbing the stuffed animal from Zelda, she ripped it at the seams and pulled out the stuffing. “I love it, Princess! This is just what I needed for my next project!”
“Ah, Princess Zelda, you shouldn’t have.” Symin’s cheeks pinked when he accepted the tomato plant.
“It’s the least I could do for all you two have done for me over the past year.” Their reactions were exactly how she’d hoped Link would have responded yesterday. Biting her lip, Zelda pulled her research journal and the Sheikah Slate out of her bag before stowing it beneath the lab table.
Ever observant, Purah instantly pounced on Zelda’s melancholy. “Is something on your mind this morning, Princess?”
Zelda shook her head as she laid the items on the table. “Oh, I was just thinking about Link. I gave him chocolates for Sowing Day, and he acted strangely.”
“Oh, snap!” Purah pushed her red glasses down her nose and leaned in, peering owlishly at Zelda. “You did what?!”
Taken aback by Purah’s reaction, Zelda flushed. “I gave him chocolates, as a gift, but he was… confused.”
“I bet he was!” Purah's snicker fueled Zelda’s blush. “Giving chocolates on Sowing Day is a romantic gesture!”
“It’s true!” Symin chimed in from his corner, cheeks reddening in sympathy to Zelda’s sudden plight.
“Romantic? I didn’t know that…” Zelda’s mind reeled as she processed this disturbing information. She’d grown to admire Link, but the thought of romantic love had never crossed her mind until now. Recalling the hopeful gleam in Link’s bright blue eyes, Zelda’s heart skipped a beat, and butterflies erupted in her belly. Had she confused platonic love for true love?
“Looks like our princess unintentionally confessed her love!” Purah gleefully clapped her hands and grinned mischievously, tearing Zelda from her reverie.
Zelda’s cheeks flamed further, and her breath hitched in her chest. “Purah, please! I don’t even know if he feels the same!”
Emitting a most unladylike snort, Purah’s grin widened. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Right, Symin?”
“It’s clear he’s smitten,” Symin agreed.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Zelda didn’t know how to face Link when he arrived home that evening. Just thinking about seeing him again suddenly made her heart race with nervous anticipation.
Purah tapped her finger against her lips, contemplating the question. After a moment, her eyes brightened, and she waved her pointer finger flamboyantly in the air. “Actions speak louder than words. I say, lay one on him.”
Zelda gasped, shocked by Purah’s proclamation. “Are you suggesting I kiss him?!”
Purah shrugged. “Why not? Link may be courageous, but he’ll never make the first move. It’s up to you.”
As it was, Zelda could hardly focus on her research for the remainder of the day as visions of what kissing Link would be like consumed her. Finally, she gave up making any progress and headed home. However, as she was passing East Wind, an idea came to her, and she took a detour to purchase a few cooking supplies. The knowing smile Pruce gave her as he wrapped up the goods made her cheeks burn. It seemed an affliction she couldn’t shake today.
At home, Zelda prepared her recipe in the cooking pot outside their house, and sat by the fire occasionally tasting and idly stirring the contents.
When Link arrived a while later, he paused a few feet from Zelda. Dropping the boar slung over his shoulder, his nostrils flared, sniffing the rich scent filling the air. “That’s… a lot of chocolate.”
Zelda lifted her head to meet his steady gaze. “It’s a fraction of how much I think I may be in love with you.”
If the confection she’d made weren’t already tempered, Link's bright smile would have done the trick. Standing to close the distance between them, the taste of chocolate was still on her lips when Zelda kissed him.
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After Zelda left, Purah turned to Symin, a mischievous glint back in her ruby eyes. “If things turn out how I suspect they will, I can’t wait to see what Link gives the Princess on Harvest Day!”
Her expression turned thoughtful as she eyed Symin. “Speaking of, what are you getting me for Harvest Day, Symin?”
Purah cackled delightedly at the crimson flush coloring Symin’s cheeks that perfectly matched the setting sun.
Author’s note: I loosely based the Sowing Day/Harvest Day Hateno tradition on the Japanese Valentine’s Day/White Day tradition.
#loftwing letters#zelink community#zelink#loz breath of the wild#hateno village#Sowing Day Tradition#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#loftwingletters24#post breath of the wild#breath of the wild
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sweet over spicy
You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts.. inspired by best part - Daniel Ceasar
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
includes ; established relationship, non idol au, fluff overload, seongwha is head over heels for reader pet names: love, darling (nothing bad to be worried about just a cute fluff) 😵💫
a/n ; i wrote this on impulse at 3AM so please be nice to me on this one, this is also my first time publishing my work !
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summary: you'd choose sweet over spicy anyday, you couldnt handle spicy food or spicy interactions, and sweet was just your favourite oh, and how your boyfriend seongwha was just that...
"love? i brought you some fruit." the study doors opened and the room was now filled with the scent of fresh fruit and your boyfriends voice.
"thank you seongie, you didn't have to." you say looking up at him feeling guilty.
"i thought you might need some, you've been in here for 4 hours now, don't you want to take a break?" you lightly chuckle.
"i don't know, i mean im almost done with writing my draft for this week"
you thought that being an author would been easy since it was something you always wanted to do, theres some days where your cooped up in the study and some days where you dont write for nearly a week. sometimes writing a romance novel is worse than an action novel, the plotline, character development, everything its too much, and seonghwa notices that.
"y/n, thats why its called weekly drafts. you're supposed to finish it in a week, not a day. your overworking yourself, just please lets take a break?" seonghwa says tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
i mean an hour break wouldn't hurt right? you think to yourself as you push up of your chair to stand.
"just for a little bit okay?" you say while seonghwa smiles. "but not anything tiring love."
seongwha takes your hand and pulls you out the study and hands you your favourite hoodie and earmuffs.
"does a midnight stroll sound good?' he asks.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
walking hand in hand around han river, is most definitely the break you needed. the sound of crickets and the leaves blowing, it was relaxing.
"should we make a stop at a convenience store?" seongwha said swinging arms as you held hands. "hmm? i think i could do with something to drink" you smiled.
at the convenience store you and seongwha bought your ultimate favourite childhood drink, ramune.
bleggh.. "i dont remember it tasting like this you" said laughing. seongwha pulled his face as he drunk from the bottle.. "i think they.. cough .. changed the recipe" you both burst out in laughter. the laughter continued as seonghwa had hiccups and could barely speak a sentence without being cut off "should we.. hiccup.. get some rice crack..hiccup..-ers?"
you were almost on the floor in tears. upon leaving the store you noticed that there was a claw machine outside that had hello kitty and dear daniel, the most iconic sanrio couple other than kurmoi and badtz maru. you decided to quickly pull out some coins and try to win the plushies.
"should i help you darling?" seongwha said coming up behind you and placing his hand on yours. his hands were cold, but you didnt hate it. he used his hand to guide yours to the bag that hello kitty and daniel were inside, and within seconds the coldness of his hands filled yours with warmth. in that exact moment you though over and over again about how much you love seongwha. looking back at the time you first met, it truly was not a coincidence.
you were walking down the busy street of gangnam to get to your book signing event when you accidentally bumped into someone. your ipod played fell to the floor and so did his. you apologised to him and picked up your ipod before beginning to rush again. " excuse me, you have my ipod !" he shouted. you turned around and ran back to him to trade your ipods and laugh at how your both listening to the same song. "i see you like daniel ceasar too" he laughed. you smiled before beginning " i really have to run, but im really sorry about bumping into you, i hope the rest of your day is better" you said getting further away from him.
"but this just made my day the best" he whispered under his breath watching as you disappeared through the crowd, and luckily enough you ran into each other again.
you were taking a bus to gimpo airport in seoul when you sat down in front of him him. he watched over your shoulders as you looked for a song to listen too.
"i suggest best part by daniel ceaser" he said trying his hardest not to look like a creep. you immediately smiled when you saw his face and the ipod in his hands. he was hard not to forget, little studio ghibli stickers on it. "you have nice music taste" you replied putting the song on still smiling. "where are going with a suitcase?" he asked. "oh im leaving to japan for a few days for my book signing event."
"what books have you written, i might have one" he said showing the tote bag he had with him. "well i've written quite a few.." as you go on about the names of the books you've written you watch how his face lights up. "your her? the y/n?" he says shocked. you smile a little embarrassed. "im headed to the airport to get my book signed by you, because i was to late the last time." he said pulling one of your books out.
wow, to think that he would be a fan of yours is unbelievable i mean, he looks sweet, nice hair, gorgeous eyes... as you continued to think about every feature of his you realised just how pretty he was. to call him pretty was even an understatement.
"well i wouldnt mind signing one now.." you smiled lightly.
"actually.. could you also .. um.. could i have your number. not like a fan but i'd really like to get to know you sometime or take you out to dinner." he said getting embarrased and avoiding eye contact.
"id love that."
while in japan you and seongwha texted for hours, sharing the same timezone made it easy as well. and when you got back from japan he picked you up from the airport and took you to that promised dinner date. you talked throughout all the seasons, summer, autumn, winter and spring. the only thing that did change between those seasons were your feelings for eachother and the next thing you knew it was winter 2022 and seongwha and you were outside walking in the snow, planing to go ice skating, when he took your hand in his and spoke, "y/n its cold right?, but im not cold at all, my hands may be cold and so could my face, but my heart is warm and thats because of you. you've made every season have a new meaning behind it, summer used to just be 'summer', but now summer is when i spend my days at parks with you, reading, having a small picnic and when i least expected it. you were apart of more than just seasons, you invaded my everyday life. id walk past a flower shop and notice tulips and buy them out of impulse because they reminded me of you. i'd think of things that reminded me of you, till you were all i thought about. i loved the way your voice echoed through the back of my mind when i missed you most, or when i still felt the lingering kiss you left last winter as an 'accident'. well, if this is an accident i apologise but y/n, i love you, everything about you, would you allow me to be yours?" you would cry if you could, but you were afraid of your tears freezing. "seongie..i'd love that.. i love you" you say sniffiling the tears back. he placed his cold hands on your cheek pulling you in for a loving kiss. "thats not an accident right?" he said. you laughed "no.." and all of a sudden the coldness in his hands turned to warm.
"love?" he called out to you, waking you up from daydreaming. "i got the plushies" he said smiling and holding out the bag to you. you kissed his cheek "thank you seongie, you're too sweet !" you took the bag from him, as well as took his hand yet again. "lets go back?" he hummed a response.
while walking back seongwha suggested you sat down at a bench for a bit.
"y/n love, remember this?" he said pulling out his airpods and putting one in your ear as the melody finally hit you.
'I just wanna see
I just wanna see how beautiful you are
You know that I see it
I know you're a star
Where you go I follow
No matter how far
If life is a movie
Oh you're the best part'
you smiled as you turned to face seongwha, stars from the sky reflecting in his eyes. seongwha softly sang along while intertwining his fingers with yours. "what should we have for dinner, sweet tteokbokie or spicy?" you looked at him intently, before leaning over and giving him a soft kiss.
"sweet, id choose sweet anyday"
end note: hihi ^^ i finished this quickly so i could focus on school so im sorry if this is a bit rushed, but i hope you enjoy! please dont forget to reblog to help me get more recognition as im a new! you may leave kind criticism !
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first off I LOVE YOUR BLOG it brings me so much joy each day.
If you have the time, I wanted your expertise on stuffedy alteration- or even just a book/website recommendation?
how would I go about making a lil buddy from a sort of stiff and fixed pose to a more loose and squeezable buddy?
my brother got me a Bulba for Easter and I love it very much but he is a very stiff little fella.
also, the tip of his bulb seems to be stuck inward in a weird way...do u think I could fix that as well?
thanks so much, keep rockin
(Firstly, I love a non-traditional easter animal as a gift lol. I got an easter mammoth from my granny once as a kid. Wish I’d kept that…)
This got a little long so just popping it under a cut!
It sounds like you have a pretty firmly stuffed bulbasaur there! Are you hoping to just make it a little squishier, or make it beanbaggy? I’ve given a couple of other stiffly-stuffed Pokemon plushies the beanbag treatment and it definitely makes them more fun!
Can you find the closing seam on its body somewhere? It’s likely to be on the back, tummy or butt of an animal (probably not on a bulbasaur’s back with the bulb in the way) and will look like a more wibbly, obvious bit of hand stitching, done with a thicker tread than the rest of the seams. You can carefully snip this thread to open up bulba and take out his stuffing.
Try taking out a bit and squishing him around, or take out a lot and fluff it up a bit more if it’s too tightly packed, then put just some of it back in. You can also look for a softer, puffier type of stuffing in craft stores, if the current stuffing feels a bit too cheap and dense!
If you’d like, add some beans! Could be literal dried beans/lentils/rice (make sure bulba always stays dry if you use that!) or small beads, but best of all is plastic poly pellets designed for beanie toys. You can sew a thin fabric pouch filled with the beans to put inside, but honestly since bulbasaur is a pretty simple shape I’d just pour the beans right in there (carefully) and fill him up. Makes him extra nice and heavy! Leave the head and bulb filled with the fluffy stuffing.
Once you’re done just sew up the closing seam again using a ladder stitch! (If he’s full to the brim with beans put a little wad of the soft stuffing at the entrance just to stop bean escape while you sew.)
As for the funny bulb tip… is there a single stitch in there to pull it inwards? It might be a case of unpicking that and re-stitching it a bit more neatly, but it’s a little hard to tell what you mean from here! Feel free to message me and we can take a closer look at that.
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What I think the valorant protocol will get you on/after a date ◕‿◕ part 1
Valorant protocol x agent reader
This has been on my mind for 3 days and the urge to just write it all, it might be ooc but this shit was fun to make.
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Fade: After the date, when you guys both get home our turkish cat lady will definitely gift you a cat keychain but if you wanna be extreme, and if she's so inlove with you then she'd definitely take out a cat she was hiding in her bag when you guys were on the date(that will be your cat baby that you both will raise forever)
Neon: While you guys were walking home, she sees some street food vendor and gets you your favorite street-food snack and just watches you munch on the food while she watches you with a loving look.
Chamber: We probably expected this one, you guys were in his car in the parking lot(because y'all ate at a really fancy resto) and then he pulls out a shopping bag filled with your favorite designer brands, clothes and anything you told him once that you wanted that he could get you. And bro probably added 50k$ on your bank account as a 'goodnight baby see you tomorrow' gift
Skye: you guys were having a date at some museum or zoo and when you guys were like eating infront of a food stall, she probably surprised you with a wood-carve sculpture of your favorite animal and definitely gave you a protein shake too.
Yoru: As much as I love this goofy man I can't think of anything other than like, the two of you were at an arcade and you saw this cute plushy at a claw machine but you couldn't get it; yoru notices it and after the date he surprises you with the plushy and says something very tsundere shit. Or maybe just an omamori charm and takes you out to a ramen house.
Astra: this is going to be too ooc since I can't think of anything else but she probably gave you like homemade beads(i searched up ghana souvenirs dont attack me) but she gave it a twist and put glitters that resemble like a galaxy when you guys where on a themepark date. Or maybe just a kaleidoscope 'cause I hc that she finds kaleidoscopes very fascinating and wants to give you one too.
Phoenix: You might be wondering of smth already but i wanna be a little shit and say he'd give you like a bouquet of flowers with some cadbury chocolate (i know very specific) and would sing you a song he wrote after some sappy movie you guys just watched at home. (The song was cringe but its the thought that counts)
Raze: It took me 10 minutes to think of the gift but she'd definitely buy you guys some matching outfits and cook mexican food and let you kinda paint her little bomb robot as bonding time.
Brimstone: Dont attack me im literally brainrotting and cant think of anything for him but yes i think he gave you a custom couple mug and the picture is like some art of you two and some wine you like. (THAT WAS CRINGE AND OOC BUT I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE..)
Jett: This was easy but I couldn't decide on anything because there were too many options, but you and jett were on a date at a coffee shop and while you guys were there; earlier that day you both passed by a korean store and she got you a traditional korean silk handfan and tteok(rice cakes). But if she found out you liked kpop she'll def buy you an album of your fav kpop band.
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OKOK I KNOW ITS OOC BUT I REALLY DONT HAVE ANY IDEA FOR OTHER CHARACTERS 😞😞😞 BUT I ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONG SO SORRY
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#valorant fluff#valorant x reader#valorant imagines#valorant headcanons#valorant fade#fade x reader#chamber x reader#neon x reader#skye x reader#yoru x reader#yoru valorant#astra x reader#phoenix x reader#valorant phoenix#raze x reader#valorant brimstone#jett x reader#valorant jett
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IDIA SHROUD X READER
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My legs swung back and forth as I sat on Idia's bed. The flame-haired boy was sat at his desk, a few empty bottles of sodas and other empty miscellaneous snack wrappers littered his table surface.
Idia was locked on the screens that sat upon the desk, his headphones were over his ears, leaving one ear uncovered to make sure he can hear me if we made conversation. His golden eyes were drifting from one screen to another. We often did this. Me, laying on Idia's messy, unmade bed, while he sat at his desk doing whatever he did on his computer. I realized I didn't want to know what things he did on that computer.
"Where is Ortho?" My voice broke the long silence that washed over us.
Idia didn't look at me as he replied softly, "school".
My eyes wandered around his room. I looked at two plushies he kept up on a shelf that held a large arrangement of books. In front of the books were the blue, holographic screens that Idia was using. There was a large machine with a blue light coming from it. I wasn't really sure what I was looking at. My gaze traveled to his wall next to his bed, then his armoire. I realized it was almost 2pm.
"Have you eaten today?" I asked.
"No... I guess I must have forgotten." Idia replied back, still looking at his screen.
I sat up from my laying positing, moving Idia's blankets off my legs. I felt the cold of his room meet my skin. I didn't mind how cold he kept his room, it felt nice. My feet met the rug that was laid out on his floor.
My feet made gentle sounds across his floor boards as I approached his chair. My arms went to wrap around the chair, hugging the boy in the chair. I could already see the tips of his blue hair turn pink as he blushed.
"Would you like me to cook something for you?" I spoke practically in his ear.
Idia nodded gently.
"If it isn't too much to ask, please." Idia spoke softly.
I smiled and pecked his forehead before heading to the kitchen.
I added ingredients together in a pot and made some rice. Eventually, everything was finished.
The smell of curry filled the room. I grabbed a box of donuts, knowing sweets were his favorite. I went back to Idia's room, finding Idia sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for my return.
"I made curry!"
Idia smiled, liking the smell of the food, but his attention was drawn to the box of donuts I had set on his desk.
"You can have some after you eat real food." I tell him, causing a pout to form on his lips.
"Tch... you treat me like a child sometimes." Idia rested his chin on his hand.
"Only because you don't know how to take care of yourself." I reply with a smug smile.
"Hmph, you're lucky you're cute." Idia said before taking a bite of his curry.
I take one of the donuts from the box and bite into it, the filling dripping down onto my chin.
Idia handed me a napkin.
I wiped the filling on the napkin, then licked it.
Idia's eyes widened at the oddly suggestive move.
"W-w...wh-" He stuttered.
I sniffed around Idia, making him very uncomfortable and confused.
"Y-Y/n-"
"When was the last time you showered?"
"S-showered? Um.. I was going to today but I guess that-"
I cut him off, "you forgot."
Idia gave a shy nod.
I sigh and notice his empty plate. I take it from him and give him access to the donuts.
Idia gladly grabbed at a donut.
"After you eat that, you're taking a shower. Wait, how do you shower if your hair is fire?" I questioned.
Idia didn't answer.
We both went into an awkward silence.
"Well, enjoy your shower."
Idia went to the restroom to shower.
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Once out of the shower, looking like a wet cat, Idia sat down next to me, snuggling into my chest.
"I love you, Idia... just please remember to take care of yourself." I whisper, holding onto the man on me.
".. okay...I will.."
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He didn't keep his promise
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Third person POV
“Sorry we’re late. Have you started yet?” Aizawa opens the door to the 1-A dorm building. He enters, along with two others. “Trick or… treat?” Eri sounds confused and looks at Aizawa for assistance. “Not quite. Different holiday” He softly answered back
“Happy Max!” Hakuya cheered. “Close enough” Aizawa smiles lightly and pats his child’s head
“So adorable!” The girls say in sync
“You two make great mini Santa’s!” Izuku kneels down to their level. “Spike Santa too!” Hakuya holds out her beige stuffed bunny who is wearing a red Santa hat like the others. “Spike too! Happy Christmas, Spike,” The green haired boy shakes the plushie’s arms
“Go on, you two. Go have fun. Eat and stuff. Just not too much sweets, okay?” Aizawa encourages the two to go and mingle. “Okay Daddy! Loves you!” Hakuya says before waddling over to the BakuSquad
“Merry Chris and Max!” She greets them
“You just get cuter and cuter, don’t you?” Sero asked
“Yes!” She replies back. “So Hakuya, what do you want for Christmas?” Eijiro is genuinely curious. “Hmm..” Hakuya closes her eyes to think and then answers with excitement “Rice!” Silence fills the air. “That.. is freaking adorable! Sero is right, you just get cuter and cuter” Mina gushes at the toddler
“Here Hakuya, I brought you some cake! Yummy chocolate” Denki presents her with a generous slice of cake
“Cakie! Thanks you!” Hakuya nabs the plate out of his hands and takes a bite, doing a happy dance as she does so. The party continues on and it’s time for the gift exchange. Each person takes a piece of string attached to one of the gifts in the pile and pulls on it to see what they got
“Daddy daddy!” Hakuya skips over to her dad. “It a box!” You’d think she had won a million dollars with the look on her face
“Oh yeah, that’s a lovely box. But I think the present is actually inside the box. Let me see it,” Shota takes the wrapped box from her and opens it, pulling out the true gift. “Oh that’s the gift I bought! It’s a strawberry squish toy that smells like one too” Sato reveals
“Strawberry! And box! Yay!” Hakuya is over the moon
As it becomes later into the night, it’s time for the trio to leave for bed. They say their goodbyes and then head back to the teacher dorms where they set out milk and cookies for Santa who will be coming tonight as it is Christmas Eve
Eraserhead tucks little Eri into bed, making sure to turn on her night light and check for monsters under her bed and in the closet
“Night kiddo. Wake me up if you need to, alright?”
“I will. Night Mister Eraser and happy… max, right?” Eri recalls what Hakuya called it. “Yeah, that’s right.” Shota chuckles lightly. He exits the bedroom and checks on Hakuya and Hizashi who tucked in Hakuya tonight. He enters the bedroom to find the sight of Hakuya out cold, snoring and laying in a strange position
“She was asleep by the time I put on her mask. She takes after her father alright. You remember how she would only sleep if being held for the first like 7 months? That was rough, wasn’t it? I don’t think any of us slept during those months” Hizashi does his best to keep his voice down which isn’t an easy task considering his quirk
“Oh I remember. December and January were the toughest. It was hard adjusting when she was in the NICU and when she finally got discharged. I’m glad she’s able to celebrate Christmas outside of the hospital now and that she’s healthy, well as healthy as she can be with her heart and her asthma but,” Shota sighs
“I really wish Raimu was here to see her daughter grow up. She was only able to see Hakuya in the hospital.”
“But I think she is watching her, and has been since she left. We can’t see her but we can feel her around us and in our hearts. Her and Oboro are watching us all I bet. Now let’s head to bed. Before I steal Santa’s cookies for myself!”
AN: I love writing Dadzawa 😭
#my hero academia#boko no hero academia#dadzawa#eri mha#mha oc#fan child#fanfic#christmas#i suck at writing#and tags
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Boss Appreciation Day, SCP Style
While not an official SCP policy, every year around this time the folks at Site Command get a lot of gifts from their employees who are grateful they survived the year so far. Sadly, like most folks who do their jobs too well... Dr. Gears tends to be overlooked. He says he's not here for the fanfare, but... I think I have just the gift for my severely practical Big Boss.
Ah... Boss Appreciation Day, the day we underlings thank the higher ups we still live. While technically we're not allowed to have favorite anomalies, you can bet dollars to donuts there's favorites among Site Command. While Dr. Bright gets ALL the plushies but no respect... Dr. Clef fans show their devotion with fine firearms and firearm accessories. Lost count of the numbers of suppressors and loudeners I've had to move off his desk. Iceberg usually just has people quietly leave tributes of whiskey and those stupid snowball things outside his door, you disturb Iceberg at your peril. Dr. Kondraki used to be flooded with butterfly stuff, I heard. But... nobody thinks of Dr. Gears, it seems. Last year, he didn't even get a card. While Big Boss may not care, I do. So... a hunting I go. I find just the thing for my coffee loving boss.
I explained my plan to Dr. Bright, who agreed to help for a Bowser plushie for TJ. Bright keeps Gears out of office for me to ninja my gift in there unseen. I've got enough time to set everything up. Nothing fancy for our Dear Leader, just a new top of the line coffeemaker, his favorite coffee, and a new mug. Lame, but Boss Day snuck up on me this year. But... it's the thought that counts, right? Let's find out.
I'm just putting the coffeemaker through its trial run, and... oh yeah. It's all coming together. Now, the final touch... the mug. It's your standard white ceramic coffee mug, holds a good amount of coffee, nothing anomalous here folks. It's Legend of Zelda themed... we all remember the scene in the cave where Link gets the first sword.
"It's dangerous to go alone, take this." Any gamer of my age knows the text by heart. In game, it's a sword, but on this mug... it's a coffee. It's classic office humor, bland and tasteless as plain rice cakes, but with a gamer twist. All set, aside from the coffee... but I hear my boss' boss coming down the hall.
"I don't care if it's fun, you're still not allowed to play tag with them. You're an adult, and fun has to be held off until end of shift. We're professionals, for 343's sake." Here comes Big Boss, followed by Bright. Dr. Gears spots me.
"Rabbit... what's this?" He raises an eyebrow at me, and I confess.
"Happy Boss Day, Boss. Heard you complain about the weak-sister coffee in the break room once too often, decided to fix it." I hand over his new mug, filled with dark roast. He sips... mission success.
"Thank you, but you didn't have to bother."
"One: you're one of my favorite bosses so yes I did. Two, we all know that coffee is so weak it's sad."
"You have a point, I'll admit. Thank you again, Rabbit." He looks at the mug. "Sad but true... it is dangerous to wander around here uncaffenated."
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for Eight, predictably:
☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon
❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?
🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?
Eight!! and such nice questions <3
☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon
Eight calls Max Crandall "Dad", and Max is so happy about it. Finally, he has a son who calls him dad.
Eight loves Max simply, without the agonizing that the other clones do about what, exactly, their relationship is. Max is Eight's dad and that's all there is to say on the matter.
❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?
Eight values everything. He's a little bit of a hoarder, actually. If something comes into his possession, he keeps it no matter what it is. He has lots of clothes, of course, plushies, rice-filled hand warmers from Max, a couple of baskets from Four (to keep your stuff in, Four said), concert tickets from when he went to a symphony with Two, a cool sparkly rock from Three, posters, sticky notes... he keeps all his food wrappers, too. He values gifts very highly, and he values his own existence, and physical things are proof that A) he exists and can own things and B) he has physical space in the world. He's not just a spirit who comes and goes, he has his own room and his own stuff.
I don't know what his most prized possession is. Maybe it'll come to me someday. But okay, clothing has a really special value to Eight. It's a triumph when he achieves a physical body and can feel clothing on his skin. And he was only ever allowed to wear his Inertia suit before he died. Having his own clothing makes Eight feel... real. And loved.
🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift-giving?
See above!
Eight's completely enamored with soft textures, and people realize this quickly. He gets. so. many. cozy sweaters. and plushies. If it's soft, Eight loves it. (and his favorite colors are yellow and pink!)
Is he good at gift-giving? ...sort of? he's kind of a little kid, so a lot of times he gives gifts that he would like rather than what the receiver would like, but it's the thought that counts and he's very sweet about it. It's particularly funny when he gives Four a cow plushie and poor serious Four accepts it with great confusion. whAT is he supposed to DO with this—
from this oc ask game!
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Been having hard time lately, was wondering if u have any tips 4 getting thru emotional flashback? Think am having one atm, not sure, could b intrusive thoughts or smth, w/e it is been having a Lot lately, just feel scared & small but also fighty which makes everything feel worse cuz worry abt being Bad. >.< Hope ur having good day, congrats abt gender stuff! -BabyAnon
Darlin BabyAnon!!! Missed u!!!! <333
Honestly, i struggle lots w emotional flashback stuff, but my dog helps an incredible amount. He does pressure therapy across my lap or against my chest, and it literally takes emotional flashbacks from lasting hours to just minutes. It's magic.
Before I had him, i used weighted plushies as deep pressure therapy - I got some big plushies at a charity shop and filled them w rice to make them heavy, then put them on my lap or against my chest.
Using smells is also v useful for me - Something that is completely disconnected from the period i am having a flashback to, that brings me back to the present and grounds me a little. Smelling my dog helps the most tbh. The Sleepy smell from Lush products is another favourite.
I hope that helps a lil!! U are not bad, ur awesome and ur gonna get through this
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Even X Gets Sad Sometimes
Lee;X Ler;Four
X haven't felt like themself lately. He couldn't put his finger on why. X and Four recently finished a marvelous batch of rice krispie treats. The bakers sat their creations out by the window to cool off. Unfortunately for them, Eraser found the treats. He called for Pen as they ate one by one. Tennis Ball noticed this.
"Guys, this may be a bad idea," He mentioned.
"What are Four and X going to do about it?" Eraser asked.
X heard the noise outside and walked to the window to investigate.
"Oh, come on!" X shouted.
This was their breaking point. X used their zappies on Eraser, Pen, and Tennis Ball. Tennis Ball repeatedly shouted their name to stop. Finally, he tried another approach.
"It was Pen and Eraser!" Tennis Ball yelled.
X stopped and frowned.
"Oh, I am sorry, Tennis Ball," X apologized.
Eraser and Pen ran away.
"X, I thought we were friends," Tennis Ball mentioned.
"We are," X explained, "I just...been feeling off..."
"Maybe go take a break or some time off," Tennis Ball mentioned, "Four and Two will surely understand."
"Okay, I will, Tennis Ball. Thank you," X added.
Two and Four were discussing an upcoming cooking challenge. Four appeared very angry as Two dawned a fake smile.
"Two, can I take a break?" X asked, "I haven't been very happy lately. I actually zapped some of your contestants after two ate the rice krispies that Four and I made."
"Of course," Two replied.
X walked to his room.
"I will go talk to him in a bit. I guess we’ll go with your plan," Four informed.
"But you hated it," Two mentioned.
"I also hate seeing X like this. It's no use to argue about this. See you later," Four walked.
"Okay," Two added.
X was cried while sitting on his bed while cuddling a dachshund plushie Clock gave to him as a gift.
"I think they're something wrong with me, Maisy," X told her.
Four opened the door.
"Does someone need a visit from the tickle monster?" Four wondered.
"Sure, why not," X replied.
Four sat next to X. X put Maisy on the side table. Four began to tickle X's feet. X lit up with a sunny smile. His laughter filled the room.
"What about your knees?" Four teased.
"Knees? I don't know," X responded.
Four moved to behind X's knees. Once again, X was a barrel of giggles. They were starting to feel like themself again. Then Four started to poked X's sides.
"Does it tickle?" He teased.
"A bit," X answered.
Quickly, Four reached X's armpits. Four smiled as he heard the delightful giggles of X. He felt like his friend's joy had returned. Of course, Four knew this was X's tickle spot.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Four teased, "Does Xy feel better now?"
"Yes, Four, thank you," X laughed.
"Okay, I better get back to the kitchen now. You can still stay here," Four added.
"It is okay if I give you a hug before you go back down?" X asked.
"Of course, X," Four gleaned.
X hugged Four. Four hugged tightly back.
"If you ever feel that way again, please let me know. Does that sound good, buddy?" Four questioned.
"Yeah, Four. I will be down in a bit," X smiled.
"Good to hear. See you soon, X," Four responded.
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first: i don't remember too much. shocker: it was in my mom's house. growing up in a house will do something to all your dreams even though i think of a different house when i think of home. actually it was in a combo my mom's house/my dad's house/gothic castle. there was a closet with water mysteriously not leaking out from the doorframe filled 2 feet tlal. there were 3 baby hammerhead sharks in the water. about 1 foot long each. i thought they were so cute.
there was an evil vampire milf? she had the flapper girl hairstyle & some bodycon red silk dress with subtle flower pattern & ruffle sleeves. we were trying to defeat her but she made everything go wrong - the water leaked out, the sharks were floppnig around, the other rooms were ruined.... idk in the end she ended up taking control of me & eating all the bllood out of my body. i don't want ot say it wassn't kind of sexy.
then: had a dream that willaim osmanwas trying to sell a car at my mom's house it was parked in the driveway. I also had a different car I had a dark green "kia Colorado" that was about the size of a suv. he & all his yputiber friends were there but I was also there ..? he had some kind of plushie thing that he was willing to giveaway to people who ???? and I wanted one really bad but I wasnt exactly close with him. I was juwt there & helping out on occasion. I kept trying to find the time to ask for one but he seemed really busy. there was some other girl there who also seemed to feel detached from the situation.
eventually he decided to put the car for sale in the garage since the sun was setting, so I said okay let me pull my car out so i dont get bloxked in latwr! & started moving stuff in the driveway out of the way. once I opened my car door neuvilette & sigewinne genshi ipact were in there eating fruit shaped candies that I had & I was like huh. & neuvi was like "these are quite tasty & we have grown a liking to them. have you sny more?" then a random car finally pulled into the driveway before I could respond and it was "William's wife" exxept it wss jsut a random asian lady with short hair instead of his actual wife. the garage got wider to fit her in & all the cars in it were moved down one slot. I still wanted to ask about the plushies , but the wife was taking giant rice-bag sized sacks of fruity candy out of their house & putting one in each car, so I figured best not to press my luck.
scene shift a bit & a bunch of random different gebshin characters were now I different cars on the highway, but the highway was taken over by incredibly strong unkillable beasts or something. there was a ruin hunter at the top of a hill with dark blue energy covering its weak point stuck in missile mode shooting huge aoes & homing missiles at a car that had yelan/gorou/faruzan/kirara in it . yelan got oneshot while trying to shoot it through the blue energy & rhw other 3 were freaking out tryint to escape - faruzan got killed too but managed tosomehow heal the party, which also somehow triggered electrocharge on all the mobs.kirara randonly turned into a short male anemo claymore user from..natlan? he was shirtless, had a long rectangular mask without visible eye holes with an X like patter on it (kindnof just like a tower shield for the face) & long spiky wine red hair kind of like razor's. he had an HP sacrificing mechanic. he didn't mqke t either due to losing kirara's "turn into a box and run really fast" ability.
the survivors got back to the city, which was floating in the air like a fantasy land and was only connected to the ground by the roads. they tried to sever the roads before the hordes of beasts arrived, but doing so triggered a fight with a "boss version" of one of your abandoned party members. I remember ganyu & shenhe vs boss Bennett, who was just monochrome & they increased his model size. ganyu's Q animation instead of raining icicles coated the whole air in viscous bubbly blue tinted but 70% transparent sludge that slowed him down & maybe had some kind of purification effect??? gorou was vs the boss version of the anemo kid, who took his mask off to reveal he was suddenly a large and musculat walter white. tvis was so funny to me I woke up
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