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macchiatooru · 4 years

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ᴬⁿ ᵃˡˡ⁻ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᵍʸᵐ ˢqᵘᵃᵈ?

With Kenma? And Lev and Hinata? Absolute College AU vibes? Despite my doubts about the productivity, I definitely need this. It’s around 1AM as I type, and I literally have three papers to finish, with one due tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA. (I wrote this note last night, so it’s not entirely applicable now, but well- I have to submit the second tomorrow and the third the following day... I hope HAHAHA)

Note: If you’re also up at such ungodly hours and want to add to this when you’re stuck with a paper too, or a lesson, or something, go ahead! If you want to modify something, don’t hesitate to say it!

The situation, for example, is that you’re writing a paper, and you don’t know how to continue it anymore. Luckily, you have enough options to kill the time until your brain is working properly again. The apartment―whoever owns it, maybe you guys were sharing or had connecting ones or were neighbors or whatnot―would literally look like, I don’t know, a convention? It’s like there are different stalls with different activities. Take your pick!

Tsukishima’s Corner:

I can imagine that he has this set-up in the far end of the living room where he has a table against the wall and a chair with a blanket on it

And he always has a drink with him, whether it’s a soda or an Iced Americano. (that just gave me Yoongi vibes ahhh my heart)

Of course, he has his headphones on. Not surprising.

He’s pretty calm when he does his schoolwork, and his focus is just wow

So, don’t expect him to pay attention to you that much. Again, not surprising.

If you have an actual question though, I think you can ask him!

He’ll help you out, but be wary of the sass and teasing.

It’s highly possible for him to annoy the shit out of you before you guys solve the problem, btw.

If you have chips with you, he’ll take some without asking permission smh but he’s so idufhsdbkfhda can you really say no?

You can get back at him by repetitively calling him “Tsukki”.

“Cut it out.”

“No can do, Tsu~ Kki!”

Emphasize! the! syllables! because he probably lowkey thinks it’s kinda cute

Unless he doesn’t and he throws the blanket at your face to shut you up

Don’t annoy him when he’s in a bad mood, okay?

He’ll really appreciate it if you give him space on those days

But he’ll also appreciate it so so so much if you’re the one who hands him his usual drink.

Despite being the person who could really rile you up the most

He’s actually nice... in his own way!

Lev and Hinata’s “Quiet” Pile of Pillows:

What am I even saying?

There’s nothing quiet about that part of the living room.

Lev and Hinata like studying in their “own kind of comfort”

And that is with their “study” blankets―they have separate ones for sleeping―on the floor and their pillows on top.

They study with the TV on

A series on Netflix is playing the entire time.

Nobody minds, really, because for some reason, most of you can study with some noise in the background. Those who can’t, however, just listen to music on their own.

They have hot or iced chocolate―depends on their mood―made either by you, Akaashi, or Kuroo.

You never asked Bokuto to do it again. Never again.

One time, he made the mistake of giving the “kids” coffee, and well, was that some night.

Lev and Hinata have common classes, so they work on some of their assignments together.

Expect them to be very excited when they get something right and very frustrated when they can’t understand what they’re doing.

Probably just a spot for you to take a quick break, maybe lie your head down on Lev’s favorite pillow to annoy him.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to share, but because you just took it right out of his lap.

They’ll be really happy kiddos if you join them! Please give these babies the attention they need.

Also, it helps to give them snacks to shut them up.

Bokuto’s Spot on the Couch:

That became his permanent spot after Akaashi sent him there because of that one time that big baby reaaally got on his nerves.

He has a pillow supporting his back as he leans against an armrest, legs stretched out in front of him and laptop on his, well, lap. HAHAHA sorry

He also likes working with the TV on, so it was a suitable place for him.

Bokuto’s drink would either be a can of soda or a protein shake.

Keep your phone on standby.

You have to take a pic of the pouty face he makes when he doesn’t get something.

He’s so cute he can have my heart-

“Akaashiiiii~ Why won’t you help me out?”

Akaashi would remind him that not only was he a year higher, but he also had a different major.

*cue Bo’s emo mode with matching droopy hair fml he’s literally so cute*

He gets distracted easily because he never puts his phone on silent

Probably chats with Konoha idk

Or gets carried away watching game highlights.

He already startled all of you a few times.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH. DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. THAT WAS SO GOOD.”

“Bokuto-san-”

If you choose to go to him, he can’t really help you with the paper you’re writing.

However, he gives THE BESTEST HUGS!

I think a lot of us agree that he’s a walking heater, so getting a hug from that beefy boi? Especially when it’s cold?

H E A V E N

Or that’s just me being biased, but is it really just me?

I love him.

Kuroo’s Kitchen Kounter:

Now, I’m definitely sure I’m being biased because- I mean- JUST-

One of the kitchen counters faces the common living area where everyone is spread out.

Imagine walking from wherever you were previously just staring at your laptop with that constant 132 words plastered on the corner of the screen and you’re well-aware that it has to be 2000 by tomorrow

And seeing business-related major Kuroo, sitting on a stool, immersed in his work, Excel sheets and documents being the only inhabitants of his laptop screen?

I’m literally giving myself away I-

He has glasses on and he’s tapping the end of his pen on his chin and at this point I’m hyperventilating

THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE CONCENTRATES

From time to time, he would swivel the stool around, take a sip of the black iced coffee he always brews at night, and eat whatever snack was available (e.g. chips, popcorn, sandwiches, instant noodles, sometimes asks Bokuto to make another protein shake, etc.)

He doesn’t really listen to music and can easily drown out the noise on his own because he concentrates so much.

You can always count on him to entertain you

Because despite the amount of focus he puts into his homework and problem sets, he also wants any excuse to tear his eyes of his screen.

He’s good at papers, so he can help you with that in the best way he can

Also asks if you would like to take a break and grab a snack with him

And can be a flirt if he’s in the mood, but when he’s tired, he has a soft and sleepy smile (except he’s not really sleepy because of the coffee, he’s just not putting that much effort)

Although he will annoy and provoke you while the two of you are on break

He’s the best person to cry to when you’re really stressed out.

I want him.

Akaashi’s Atelier:

He literally owns the dining table, his work neatly spread out.

I can almost imagine him studying architecture

But nah I guess he just really likes practicing how to capture anything and everything he can observe

And by capturing, I really mean that there’s a pile of photos there somewhere.

Afterwards, he draws them, paying attention to every detail.

He finishes schoolwork before any of you do.

His concentration surpasses that of Kuroo’s, no joke.

You can’t disturb him when he’s working on his academic requirements, so come back later when he’s sketching the hours away.

If you want to do your paper beside him though? Go.

His concentration is not only top tier but also contagious.

He’ll share the dining table, but only to you and, occasionally, Kuroo.

Bokuto? Only if he’s super emo.

Akaashi’s really nice!

He’ll initiate a conversation with you if you’re taking a break and he’s just on his sketchbook or experimenting with graphic design or something.

If you want to see a passionate but shy Akaashi, ask him what he’s working on.

I just know his eyes will literally light up.

He might be drinking tea, mint tea?

Water most of the time, but he always smells like mint and fresh laundry ahhh be still, my heart

Go to him if you really want to be productive and not get distracted by anything else because his eyes and the way he’s so into what he’s doing might actually be what distracts you

He is the epitome of grace under pressure, such a beautiful human being ha ha ha I wish

Kenma’s Den:

Well, what did you really expect?

Nah, kidding.

Kenma’s the only one in his room because he’s probably streaming.

His audience is mostly up at night, so yeah.

He definitely has ramen, chips, and soda

Which he’s willing to share with you as long as you don’t mess his game up don’t try I swear

Tbh, it’s actually really comforting to stay in his room especially when you’re really stressed out.

You can rest your eyes and take a quick nap.

He knows that he should wake you up after fifteen minutes, so don’t worry about sleeping through the night without finishing your paper.

He’s so sweet please

It’s so comforting to hear his fingers tapping away, a literal lullaby that gets you every time.

At some point, some people probably caught you slipping under his duvet IT WAS YOUR FIRST LOWKEY SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA

Which lasted for just an hour because Kenma’s viewers knew him enough to know what his facial expressions meant

He definitely can’t help you with your paper. Such a busy boi.

But if he’s in the lobby that’s what you call it, right? of whatever game he’s playing, he’s willing to listen to your rants.

A quiet listener, but you know that he genuinely cares about you.

Massage his shoulders if you can! He likes that.

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #third gym squad #tsukishima kei #lev haiba #hinata shoyo #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #akaashi keiji #kozume kenma #elle's random rambles #elle isn't sleeping again #I WANT THEM TO BE REAL

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nrth-wind-a · 3 years

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[for fashion!skrael: how did you first get into fashion? is there any particular philosophy that motivates your designs? how do you keep your inspiration? for frankie: what's it like to be behind the scenes of shows? how does it compare to jobs you've worked in the past? :v]

Skrael:

1. How did you first get into fashion?

Skrael grinned. “Ah, my mother used to leave that reality television show Project Runway on for background noise, and a very small version of me seemed to have taken the lessons to heart; I used to draw out the failed designs from every episode, with my own ‘improvements.’ Eventually, my mother noticed enough that she bought me a sketchbook for my... oh, I believe it was eighth birthday? I nearly filled the thing not months later, and it... rather took hold, I suppose.” He chuckled. “Though, I would say that it was my high school art teacher who really started encouraging me to pursue it more strongly. She allowed my final projects to be the clothing I designed for homework sketch practice. It was great experience for my fashion school applications.”

“...I suppose, going back to the very earliest start, though, the first person who should be credited with my interest in fashion should be the great Tim Gunn himself. Without his presence, I doubt Project Runway would have been quite as interesting.”

2. Is there any particular philosophy that motivates your designs?

“Everyone wants to express themselves; I like making clothing for those who seek to express themselves in the ways they are told not to.”

3. How do you keep your inspiration?

Skrael hummed, thinking about the question for a moment. “I... suppose, similarly to what I said about my motivation; those who enjoy my designs-- the gothic, the alternative, the punk-- they encourage me to keep going. They inspire me.”

His face turned mischievous, “Not to mention... a little bit of spite, too, never hurt,” and he gave a wink.

Frankie:

1. What’s it like to be behind the scenes of shows?

Frankie gave a hearty laugh, running his hand through his cropped green hair, “Oh man, you ever been on a boat during a sea storm? ‘S’like that, but I get the unique pleasure of keepin’ others from hurlin’ themselves into the storm to make it worse. I don’t usually get directly involved, though; I’m more supposed to watch the door and keep out anyone who isn’t on official business. So, I guess to go off that boat metaphor, I’m like the guy in the lighthouse who has to watch the storm, and only sometimes sees the spray of a wave flyin’ at me.”

“Although, with Skrael and Bellroc-- my most loyal clients-- I think that metaphor goes out the window, ‘cause I definitely get splashed by waves then. Those two are very good at what they do, and I wouldn’t say they’re difficult to work with. But y’know Meryl Streep’s character in Devil Wears Prada? ...Yeah. They could probably be besties with her, if they could ever manage to hold a civil conversation for once.” His smile gave away that he wasn’t so much complaining, as he was making a friendly joke. “But anyway, they’re not abjectly assholes-- except, y’know, to each other-- so it’s not like I get drowned when I work for them, or anything. They just... are very entertaining sometimes. You know it’s never gonna be a basic or easy show with them. Adds some excitement to life; keeps ya on your toes.”

“Which, I think kinda ties into that second question there.”

2. How does it compare to other jobs you’ve worked in the past?

“Working fashion shows, I gotta be honest, is actually some of the more exciting stuff I’ve done in my life. Before this, I did nightshift security work-- never really had anything truly crazy happen there-- and some odd jobs where I could take ‘em. Construction projects, yard work when I was a younger college kid tryin’ to get by. Nothin’ quite as glamorous as my current field. I got into the fashion business through my nightshift security experience, y’see; I started needed work during the day, cause pullin’ nightshifts five days out of seven started to wear after a while, so I looked into what jobs I could take that were still in the security field, and, honestly, I didn’t even specifically look for the fashion industry-- it kinda grabbed my hand and yanked, y’know?”

“As for how it differs... I mean, for one thing, most of the shows are during the day, so I get to sleep through the night, now. The pay’s a little better, especially when Skrael and Bellroc get involved; just the same way those two bump up the excitement. I don’t always have a regular shift anymore, but I get to stream video games as a side hobby that sometimes pays through donations, so I appreciate getting to do that when I can. Overall, it’s just been a pretty nice gig, so I’d say I enjoy it more than past jobs, too. Plus-- I’ll tell ya what, some of those designers are chronic gossips-- I’ve heard so much celebrity drama that didn’t go public, I could probably write my own book about it all. I would never, of course-- confidentiality is a key part of my job-- but, y’know. ‘S’still fun to listen to.”

#// bless u these helped world build so much omg #// also frankie is super being modest-- he's a very interesting person but he describes his life humbly lol #// sir u know many forms of martial arts #// you own a rescue kitten #// you might have worked in a more.... spy type job that you can't tell people about (still deciding on that one)#// frankie you're the coolest character in this entire au i swear #// anyway I hope you enjoy these answers! sorry it got so long!#fashionista how do you look? - rival designers au #flamekeeperbellroc #ask

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anaking-streetwalker · 3 years

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The Blacksmith

No warnings other than angst, it’s pretty much all fluff. This is my gift to @phosphorus-orion for @klancesecretsanta. Here is the playlist mentioned in the text.

Lance really loved his life, okay? He wasn’t the crown prince of the Varadero Empire, so he was able to laze about and do mostly anything he wanted on days where he didn’t have to make an appearance to the public. He loved being outside. Namely, he loved being outside when Keith was outside.

Keith was the chief blacksmith of the royal family, smithing weapons, armor, and even jewelry whenever called upon.

Keith was also extremely hot.

His long black hair paired with an unbuttoned—or even better, completely missing—shirt never failed to entertain Lance. The puffy white shirt he had on today was rolled up to his elbows, and the young man watched the muscles in his forearm shift as he pounded the hot metal over and over again. His hair stuck to the back of his neck and drops of sweat slid down his neck, soaking the neckline of his shirt. Lance smiled softly as the man bit his lip in concentration, finally inspecting the dagger he was making. He handled it with such gentle grace, twirling it around and holding it up against the sun. Once he was seemingly satisfied with his work, he pulled a rag from his belt, running it along his neck, throat, and face.

A long sigh escaped the brunet’s mouth as he watched Keith. He could do it for hours, frankly. It never failed to make the time pass by quickly. A ping from his phone distracted him. He picked it up and checked what it was; a snap from Pidge. When he opened it, he found a photo of himself captioned “you haven’t moved in 48 minutes”. He took a quick photo of his forehead and replied “can you blame me?”. He heard Pidge chuckle before she responded “not really”.

Lance smiled and looked back up at Keith, but was shocked to see the man approaching him. The brunet’s eyes grew wide as Keith drew closer and closer, only for his eyebrows to raise quizzically when the tall man passed by him. He jerked around, surprised. His eyes lock with

Pidge’s who just shrugs.

“Keith! Where are you going?”

The black-haired man shrugged a single shoulder and continued on his way.

“Hey!” He stopped again, turning to Lance.

“Uh, to eat?”

“What? Lunchtime was like… 3 hours ago, Keith! We invited you to eat,” Lance exclaimed.

“Not all of us have the luxury of eating whenever we want, princess.”

Lance huffed and turned back to Pidge, who just shrugged. Once the man left the room, Pidge smiled and said, “You’ll get em next time, champ!”

The gangly young man threw a pillow at her and browsed on his phone until Keith was back outside.

+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

The prince was not in a good mood. The LED lights in his room were purple, the perfect combination between the anger of red and the sadness of blue. Music streamed through the speakers on his phone, classical music with ambient rain and slowed and reverb-ed songs.

Give him a break, he’s a lovesick 19-year-old.

He knew that he would end up having to marry for political reasons. He knew that. Lance was aware that he wasn’t supposed to have a crush on the blacksmith, he knew that there was some young and pretty princess waiting for him in some castle somewhere with whom his parents expected him to have children. She was probably sitting in her room scrolling through tiktok, or maybe she wasn’t as lazy as Lance. Maybe she was reading, or drawing. Or running outside. All things that Lance knew Keith did. What was so bad about wanting him? What was so horrible about wanting to fall in love and have a Darcy-and-Elizabeth-esque romance?

So what if he wanted to hold another man in the old ballroom of the ancient castle, dancing to an old record that skips and warbles?

A knock on his door causes him to roll over to face the heavy oak panel.

“What?” He asks, all draw out. “Can’t you see I’m moping?”

He blushed when he recognized Keith’s arm opening the door. “I didn’t know this meant moping.”

Lance rolled back over to face his wall. He could feel Keith’s eyes on him, and the two lingered like that for a moment while Adagio in G Minor played softly in the background.

“Just spit it out, Keith,” Lance grumbled.

“Pidge said that I should talk to you. Apologize.”

He rolled his eyes and turned back to Keith, propping himself up on his elbows.

“For what?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Anyhow, I’m sorry,” Keith explained.

“Is that it?”

Keith rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from the younger man before he finally asked, “You’re always like, looking at me? Why is that?”

Lance shifted his eyes from Keith to the bookshelf against his wall. Fuck.

“I think you’re really hot,” he said boldly.

Keith’s eyebrows raised sharply.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Keith took a step toward Lance, who didn’t move a muscle. The black-haired man sighed and roughly rubbed his face.

“Lance, you know we can’t do this.”

“But you’re not saying you don’t want to?”

“Because I do want this, I want you! But you’re royalty and I’m just the blacksmith. It doesn’t work.”

“Keith, I—”

“No, Lance. I’ve thought of every way this ends, and none of it makes us happy.” “You’re just a pessimist! Can you please just try? Can you even just try to let me make you happy?” Lance begged him. “I want to make you happy, kiss you good morning and good night, cook with you, give you things, lay my head in your lap while you read aloud to me a book I’ll never understand! I want to be with you. I want you to spin me around through these ridiculously long hallways. I want to hold you when you feel like giving up and to go out to stores where we can run around and buy you greasy gas station food.”

Keith’s eyes softened, his sympathetic gaze catching Lance’s as he strode closer to the large bed.

“Of course I want to try, Lance. I want the gas station food and I want to dance and I want to read to you, why wouldn’t I? But I don’t want to hurt because of it. You’re going to grow up one day and be rid of this fantasy you’ve had of me. You’re going to go away and marry some rich lady from across the world and you’re going to leave me here. And the only person I could ever want is going to be thousands of miles away with some stranger we’ve both never met!”

Keith was waving his arms by the end of his spiel, animatedly pointing and gesturing to himself and Lance and was in the middle of making another large gesture when Lance grabbed his wrists from the air.

“Listen to me, Keith.”

The man protested with a small noise in the back of his throat.

“No. You’re going to listen to what I have to say. There is nothing I could want more than to be with you. Than to try this with you. I’ll fight whoever I have to be able to be with you, okay? I want to make you happy, Keith.”

Keith settled eventually with a small smile on his face.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Lance smiled and caressed Keith’s face, brushing a thumb across his cheekbone.

“I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?” Keith asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely disgusting,” Lance muttered as he leaned in.

Their lips met in a gentle, chaste embrace and fit together as if molded for each other.

And, of course, they lived happily ever after. The author wouldn't have it any other way, as he is also hopelessly in love with a tall, dark-haired man.

#Klance #keith #Lance #voltron #klancesecretsanta2020

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years

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Part 2 to my last submission ( it’s a few days after but 👉👈🥺 it be like that sometimes)

It’s been one week since mc escaped mint eye. One week of being on bedrest, of not being able to stomach most foods, of nightmares whenever mc tries to go to sleep, one week of constantly being exhausted, hungry but throwing up if she ate something that wasn’t soup, smoothies, shakes,crackers or oatmeal. One week of being hooked up to an iv bag. That wasn’t fun to put in, and with mc’s fear of needles she can’t even look at the iv going into her arm. Staying in a hospital room, no matter how luxurious it is, is still pretty intimidating. Although the nurses were really nice and would bring mc small toys to entertain herself with, Rubix cube, a deck of cards, and luckily jumin gifted mc a new phone with the rfa app already downloaded and all mc’s music playlists.

The days are the easiest, it at night, when no one is around besides the two bodyguard planted outside the hospital room door, it’s scary, the memories of being locked away and starved because mc refuses to drink a blue substance, would resurface. Nightmares of seeing people drugged and people praising this all mighty savior. But ray, ray was weird, mc still had hope ray could be saved, searan could be saved. But right now, the therapist told mc to focus on herself right now. If mc logged into the chat room now, she’d get lectured on staying up this late. Every time mc closes her eyes she sees a pair of mint eyes glaring down at her, and more show up, making it impossible for mc to escape. Mc just needs to talk with the rfa in person, but jumin is scared, scared to loose mc again, scared that the people who took mc are still waking around free, maybe plotting to try to take mc again. Mc just wants to go home, how things used to be a month ago, so she wouldn’t have caused all this trouble and worry. Mc can’t help but think that this is all her fault, she shouldn’t have gone to the apartment to collect some stupid documents, or that she should have gone a different day, or that if the guard was allowed in the building this wouldn’t have happened.

The days that followed consisted of nightmares, doctors, having panic attacks alone at 3 am, having the rfa members visit her hospital room daily, and lots of flowers and gift baskets left by business partners of C&R, some even had the audacity to leave their teenagers phone numbers on the cards, in hopes of mc and their child/grandchild hitting it off. But the worst was the needles, endless shots to make sure mc didn’t contract anything, to draw blood to do tests on, and iv bags. No matter who visited or how many gifts mc was given, she remained closed off and tense. Even around the rfa she couldn’t fully relax. All those months of the mc slowly becoming happy, comfortable, her slowly opening up, were all gone. The mc lying in the hospital bed has barely any spark left in her tired eyes, she looks so small surrounded by all those machines and wires. The first time jumin saw mc while she stayed in the hospital, he wanted to cry, seeing the girl who he considers his daughter look so scared, so sad, nearly broke jumin. Every night he read to her before visitors had to leave, mc would fall asleep, only to wake up a short while later due to a nightmare. When jumin caught wind of this he hired one of the best therapists that Jaehee could find. Yoosung hung out with mc whenever he could, wanting to help mc in any way possible. When zen visited he would often entertain mc the best, along with helping mc brush her hair( as earlier established in other asks, mc has really long hair) and help put it back so it didn’t get tangled up with the iv bag. Jaehee would bring dvds if zen’s performances, seven would bring honey Buddha chips, only to get a glare from jumin and the nurses, who had to tell him that mc can’t keep many foods down and those would only make her sick, then he decided in making mc one of the robot cats, one that looks like Elizabeth. But when they left, almost every time they would have tears in their eyes, blaming themselves for mc being in there.

The transition from hospital room to penthouse was a stressful one, for the entire rfa and the staff of jumin’s penthouse. Everything had to be sanitized, cleaned, every window had to be locked, alarms were set in place, background checks on every staff member, especially the ones that would be in close proximity to mc. Mc’s room was checked twice a day for anything dangerous, if there were any holes in the security measures, the glass windows were replaced with tempered glass. Jumin isn’t leaving anything up to chance, not when mc has been through so much already. Mc was more than ready to get out of the hospital, she was most excited to see Elizabeth and shower. On the day mc was cleared to go home, everyone in the rfa was excited, seven even arranged for mc to come home to a welcome home party, jumin did expect for them to be at the penthouse to help mc settle in.

After a stressful car ride, mc and jumin finally made it to the penthouse, noticing how many people are there, mc thinking that they are probably guards. Once they make it up to the penthouse, they are greeted by the rfa, and a banner saying “ welcome home!” Mc cracks a smile for the first time in weeks. Seven is the first to run up to mc, nearly crushing her in a hug. That hug quickly becomes a group hug, as Yoosung is the next to join the hug. Even jumin gets pulled into the group hug. Poor zen keeps sneezing but tries to stick it out for mc.

At night when everyone went home, and mc finally is able to shower and get changed, mc sees how much she changed, what once used to be bright eyes are now dull with dark circles underneath them, her skin is much more pale than one month ago, seeing the bruises on her wrists and ankles from where the chains were, and seeing how broken she looked. It felt like her throat was closing up as hot tears ran down her face, sitting down on the floor of her bedroom mc curls up in a ball, it feels like the room is closing in on her, the sweater suddenly feels too tight around her neck, shaky hands grab the neckline and pull on it, coughing violently and gasping for air. All mc can see is the floor, the images of her room in mint eye, the blue elixir and those cold eyes of searan who told her that they will forget about you like he did to him.

All this noise makes Elizabeth come over, pawing at mc and nuzzling her face against mc’s leg. Elizabeth meows lousy to get jumin’s attention. Hearing the combination of Elizabeth the tird’s cries of distress and coughing coming from mc’s bedroom, jumin doesn’t waste a moment, running into mc’s room, without even knocking. Jumin finds a distressed Elizabeth nuzzling mc, who is gasping for air, on the floor with tears streaming down her face. He feels his stomach drop at the sight. Not knowing what to do he walks over to mc, hesitantly placing a hand on her shoulder, and sitting her up, then pulling her into a hug, sitting between his legs, putting mc’s hear over his heart.

“Shhh, shhh, everything is okay, just listen to my heart beat, I promise duckling, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” Jumin repeats that mantra until mc’s breathing steadys.

“ I’m sorry jumin, I -“ mc begins to apologize but is quickly cut off by jumin.

“ don’t apologize mc, there is nothing for you to apologize about “ Elizabeth makes her way towards mc and jumin, pawing at mc and nuzzling her, trying to help. Jumin calls for a maid to fetch some chamomile tea and a water bottle. He then picks mc up and sits her upright in bed. Elizabeth plops down on her lap and behind to purr and muzzle into mc’s shaky hand. Jumin knows when he sees mc drinking tea, in bed with red puffy eyes, still shaking, that this is going to be a long recovery. But when he sees Elizabeth the third cuddling up to mc, he Rember that for mc, he and the rfa will be there each step, for each panic attack, each nightmare, each sleepless night, and that he is doing this for his family, for his daughter. - submission

/Sobs.

It's beautiful and I can't even eloquently propose a line of thought right now that could match on par with any of this. You've captured that very strong emotional essence of the AU and it makes me want to cry cause it's such a wild ride to read through like this.

My hat's off to you, MC will always have their family with them to help.

#jessie4098 #ask #submission #runaway MC #mysticmessenger #mysme #mod kait #hilariously i think if could find enough people to play everyone #this could be fun to rp

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nadjadoll · 4 years

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Coconut, cherry, pecan for the colour asks 💫

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about

Nature! One of my favorite things to watch are nature documentaries, I put them on while I'm writing as background noise but I just end up watching the show haha

I've really been into shark documentaries lately?? They terrify me but they're so cool

cherry: youtubers you enjoy watching

Oh boy! Youtube is like my main source of entertainment so here we go

Dan and Phil - I rewatch their Sims 4 series at least 5 times a year and I hope one day they'll come back to it

Drawfee Show - It's a channel about drawing goofy things but the entire crew is so funny and friendly that I would watch anything they put out. Two of the group Jacob and Julia also have their own twitch channel where they stream a lot and I love them so much, I watch every single one of their streams

Plumbella - The only simmer I watch because she doesn't sugar coat anything, gives good pack reviews and has my exact sense of humor

The Mcelroys - Monster factory and the adventure zone, need I say more

The Game Theorists - I got so hooked on those minecraft and fnaf theories

Buzzfeed Unsolved - Ghost Boys! Buzzfeed Supernatural and True Crime are better than any other ghost/crime documentary out there them's the facts

Call Me Kevin - I love Kevin's sense of humor and his sims 4 series is what keeps me alive these days

Outside Xbox - Jane Andy and Mike work so well together and I love watching their Hitman series every so often

Loepsie - I'm not big into beauty youtubers or anything but she seems so genuine and has really really good vintage hair/makeup tutorials

Honorable mentions that I used to be really into but not so much anymore are: Buzzfeed Multiplayer (literally just for the 100 baby series), Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, 8bitRyan

pecan: shuffle your playlist, whats the forst song that comes up

new americana - halsey

#me praying to the tumblr gods that this posts so i dont have to type out that whole youtuber section again #thank you so much!

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meowgetsproductive · 4 years

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Getting back on your feet. Resetting. Day 1

Technically it’s day 15 of my 365 challenge/new year resolutions. However, like most of you, I ran out of steam and flopped my resolutions.

Today marks a reset to day 1. I don’t see flopping as an excuse to give up the challenge. Maybe I can’t do it for the full 365 days in a row. But maybe I can do it for two days in a row, or ten, or a month. In any case, I hope to have figured it out by December.

The 365 challenge is:

Projects 1) Edit or write 1000 words a day (currently: M39 Novel) 2) Go to gym every 2nd day (current: pass fitness test) 3) Do one course exercise a day (current: Artist’s Way) 4) Progress 1 chore a day (current: renew passport)

Habits 5) write morning diary daily (emotions) 6) stretch daily (body) 7) Meditate daily (spirit)

I’m restarting this blog to share the journey with you. Why not restart your resolutions now? Or set some if you haven’t yet, for an exciting year of growth.

So, where I’m at right now, is I’ve just awoken from burnout.

I couldn’t string two words together, much less write heartfelt 1000 words of my novel. Yesterday, I had a trip to meet my boyfriend’s parents. Sitting in front of two well-meaning strangers, being asked simple questions like "what do you do?” had me in stumps.

The parents meant my profession but I was thinking about something much more mundane.

What was I doing day to day?

Burnout is a horrible thing. It robs you of inspiration, creativity, and creates an unfillable void in your chest. Nothing feels good enough, good enough to try. Nothing is exciting. I’ve been reading day after day, all day, trying to fill that emptiness in my soul.

That trip to see “the parents” made me look at myself as an outsider. I didn’t like what I saw.

What the hell was I doing with my life? It’s only been two weeks of the resolutions and I all but forgotten them! I have lost myself, letting entropy and the lack of energy dictate my life.

So today, the start of Day 1, I am restarting this blog and getting myself into gear. Gently.

I urge anyone starting out to treat yourself gently, like a new student. To get back on your feet you need encouragement, not harsh blows of criticism.

Today’s all about getting back to our feet. Gently.

I’m typing this blog as I go, because I need gentle encouragement. Baby steps.

First thing I’m gonna do is have breakfast. Luckily I have eggs in the fridge. I did say today marks the start of Day 1. Forget the resolutions for now. Even doing breakfast feels hard.

For breakfast, I made 2 eggs with leftover tofu and spinach from who knows how long ago, and packaged miso soup. I have miso soup every day, so it’s a typical breakfast for me. You shouldn’t try to make anything fancy. A jam on toast is fine. the point is to eat something that gives you energy to start the day. It’s hard to function when you’re low AND have no physical energy either. So we start with breakfast. I also made a banana smoothie in a blender to snack on as I go.

Next, I’m gonna tidy up my room. I live in a share house and my bedroom doubles up as my study and entertainment and library. I have piles of washing on my bed, plates on my table, pillows on the floor, random plastic bags of stuff that I barely remember dumping by the bed to be dealt with later. I have so much stuff that I can barely breathe. I need orderliness to think, and right now, my surroundings make me feel anxious and suffocated.

I’m not gonna clean up the whole place, that is too much effort. But I took the dishes and cups to the kitchen. I have put scattered books into stacks so they’re out of the way. I put all used tissues in the bin.The biggest eyesore are clothes. Seeing clothes on the floor makes me feel out of control. I have two baskets where I sort used clothes instead of just throwing them on the floor. I put exercise clothes in one basket under the bed, while lounge clothes went in the other. It didn’t take long. The one thing that did take time was folding the laundry. It took time but it was worth it for the sense of freedom of my room clothes-free. Just remember, we want to create a sense of peace and serenity, so that you can get on with your day. Maybe you don’t mind your clothes on the floor, maybe for you it’s cleaning up that really ugly stain that bugs you. Or that shutter making an infernal rattling noise that you couldn’t been bothered to fix. Get your peace of mind. Fix it.

I put on some nice music while I tidied. When I was done, I lighted a scented candle to cheer up the place with a nice scent. Maybe play a victory tune to celebrate if that’s your thing.

The tidying took up more energy than I was prepared, and I feel wiped out. I haven’t even started on my daily seven yet. I just feel like collapsing with a book and not getting up again.

Luckily for me, there is one item on my daily seven that invigorates me when I remember to do it. It’s number five, the diary.

Now my diary isn’t like a normal record of the day diary that most people use. My diary are the morning pages from Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. All I do is write out my worries. That’s when it works best. Sometimes I don’t know what’s bugging me and writing it long hand helps me figure it out. Sometimes I can’t think of a worry, then I write whatever is on my mind, stream-of-consciousness style. The point isn’t to list all your worries, but to let out of your chest whatever is gripping you. Sometimes it’s the excitement of a new idea, and I have written little scene sketches in the diary too. Dreams. To-dos. Battle plans before meeting The Parents. There is no wrong way to do the diary as long as you write whatever comes to mind, not stopping. “I don’t know what to write now...” is something I see too.

I did this diary for 2 pages of my large notebook, which is roughly 22 minutes. And that takes of item number five on my daily seven.

5) write morning diary daily (emotions)

I give myself a sticker for each of the seven that I complete. It cheers me up and brings a little bit of joy into my day.

In my morning pages diary, I realised that each of the items isn’t hard. The illusion of it is. It seems hard, but once you start doing, it’s actually not that hard to do the task in the moment. Stretching isn’t hard. Thinking about doing stretching, about how much time and energy it takes and that I’d have to get up and start moving and that I’ll never be flexible so what’s the use, is what keeps me stuck dead. The key is not succumbing to the illusion of difficulty, and just starting. Once I start, the task will take care of itself. 10 minutes meditation is nothing. But thinking about sitting there trying not to think and how my back always aches, is the enemy.

My advice is, start the thing. Don’t think about starting the thing. Start doing the thing. If it’s gym, get dressed and out the door. Start doing it. No debating allowed!

I’ll meditate next. Another thing that often remains undone, because it’s boring.

I find meditating boring.

Sitting without thoughts, experiencing time without beginning or end is very hard for me. I’m very good at imagining stuff, such as cleansing the chakras or directing energy in my mind. Sitting quietly with a silent mind, 10 minutes seem to go on on FOREVER.

All right, fine. Start. Not deliberate. I’m going.

I sat on a cushion and set alarm for ten minutes.

Ohh, it started off well enough. Then I got really restless. I started counting my breaths to 10, which really helped. Then after some time, my thoughts went wild. I was deciding which movie to watch tonight as my reward for doing so well, Dr Strange or Iron Man. Those are my favourite movies. Also I was thinking that I was gonna finish early today, and how early was early? At which point I realised I’ve had a pop song playing in my mind’s background for some time. Ugh.

Ten minutes felt long, but I lasted the whole time and now I feel so happy and proud of myself! I have done the meditation for today, item seven. Another sticker. Yay!

The benefits of meditation are numerous, but the benefits don’t kick in until several months in, same as gym. It took my brother 3 months of gym before he began to look great. I’ve just started gym and meditation myself on New Years Day, so it’ll take some time for my mind to center and my body to look great. Today’s a great day to start!

7) Meditate daily (spirit)

Well, I feel like I’m on a roll with my daily habits, so I’m feeling inspired to do the 10 min stretching. I’ve already done morning diary and meditation, stretching feels like a piece of cake! (See how small steps inspire more small steps? I’m all fired up!)

I put up some music, set the timer, and bam! Done. Three stickers today. The amount of bones I cracked was embarrassing.

Why do I resist stretching so much? Again, it takes time, even if it’s just 10 minutes. It’s boring, even if I put on music. Plus it hurts when I’m sore or I try the splits. Then why do it? Because doing something like a ten minute stretch helps keep flexibility and freedom of movement for life. Like all good things, the tangible benefits don’t kick in until later in life. (I’m beginning to see a pattern here).

6) stretch daily (body) Done!

That’s the Habits triad done. Yay for emotions/body/spirit!

Where’s the mind, you may ask? Well, the rest of the daily tasks are mind-heavy. Writing, gym, course exercise and chores tend to draw heavily on intellect. They make my brain flex.

Writing draws heavily on all areas.

Going to gym is as much a mental battle as physical exertion is.

By now, I’ve done the easy items on the list, the ones that take 10 minutes max. Doing it this way was semi-deliberate. I need easy wins right now to feel empowered. Attempting something like number one: writing, would be too overwhelming for me. Thanks to starting with the small items, I feel accomplished, I feel confident about getting more items done, I feel cheerful and I have what I feel like lots of energy (stretching could be at play for the energy boost).

Next, I feel like tackling the easiest item on the Projects list. Which is number four, the chore of passport renewal.

All I have to do for passport renewal is to load the official form onto USB and print it, get two passport photos, and go to post office to pay a fee and lodge the form and the photos.

The due date is tomorrow. I’ve been putting it off for a month.

The reason is, I am hesitant about taking that photo. I currently have long-ish hair at my boyfriend’s request, but I normally keep it short. I don’t want long hair in my passport photo. I have been procrastinating getting a haircut (and hurting my boyfriend’s feelings), yet I wasn’t comfortable taking a long-haired photo. That would be ten years staring at a photo that screams “not me”.

Some of you might be thinking “Gal, it’s your hair, you don’t have to do what your boyfriend says!”. I agree. This time, however, it’s not a bother to keep my hair long. I don’t care that it’s long right now (and I like that my boyfriend appreciates it), I just don’t want my hair long in my passport photo.

Alas, I’ve decided as I’m typing this this that I’ve left the decision for too long, and I’m worried about the paperwork expiring tomorrow if I don’t do something now. So, I’m gonna find that passport form and put it on USB, then fix myself for going out (long hair and all), and see if I can take the photo at the post office directly rather than getting someone to do it for me and then rushing to a printing shop last minute (for all of you who can print at home, I am jealous and I salute you!).

Finding an empty USB and loading the doc there took less than thirty seconds.

The getting ready didn’t take too long because I had met The Parents yesterday and so I was all clean. I wore the same clothes cuz I just needed to do the photo, not please people.

Doing well so far.

At the post office, the lady told me they don’t do printing. While they could do the photo, they can’t print my form to finalise the process.

I envy you, printer-owners.

I contacted a relative to see if I can use their printer, and also if they can do my photo. It would same me money if my relative could print the photo for free. They said okay.

Turns out the passport photo couldn’t be printed via inkjet printer. I only printed the form at the relative’s.

Then I drove back to post office, did the photo, and submitted the whole thing.

I’m so tired now. This recovery thing is hard.

Or maybe that’s cuz it’s early dinnertime and I haven’t had lunch yet.

4) Progress 1 chore a day (current: renew passport)

I’m gonna make some food next. It’s not dinner, not lunch, but something in-between.

I made a sandwich for that meal. Again, I wasn’t going for fancy, since I’m so low on energy.

While having lunch and talking to my brother, I have randomly uncovered an answer for a touch writing problem I’ve been having about some critique I’ve gotten. I was so inspired by this insight that I worked on the solution for about two hours, which resulted in about 2,500 words. That covers number one on the resolutions list, quite by accident.

I love when success begets more success.

1) Edit or write 1000 words a day (currently: M39 Novel)

Now it is late, and I’ve been sitting down for most of the day. Plus the gym rush has ended. A great time to head out to gym.

I didn’t stay long in the gym, only 40 minutes, 20 of which was walking on treadmill. Baby steps, remember?

2) Go to gym every 2nd day (current: pass fitness test)

By the time I got back and took a shower, it was 10pm. I still have one item not done.

This leaves only one item not yet attempted, and that is item two, the course exercise (for the Artist’s way). It takes only 5 min. I remember that all exercises for week 11 in the book are lengthy. I don’t think I can easily do any of them. So, I’m gonna do the trick I do for really difficult tasks, or tasks I’m really scared of.

I set a timer for 10 minutes.

In that time, I’m gonna read the exercises and see if I can do any today. If not, I’m going to pick one and write up a list of materials I’ll need, or do a search if the exercise asks me to contact people etc. Basically, I’m gonna spend the 10 minutes trying to progress something somewhere.

10 min. Go!

I could do one exercise. It was massive. I had to list 10 wishes in 7 areas of health, possessions, relationships etc... I only got through the heath, possessions and leisure in 10 minutes, and I thought I was coming up with wishes pretty fast. Those course exercises aren’t quick!

However it does accomplish my daily resolution of progressing a course exercise by a minimum of 10 minutes. Yay!

3) Do one course exercise a day (current: Artist’s Way)

This means I did all 7 resolutions! Hooray!

I gave myself a special sticker to celebrate!

But it did take me a full day, from breakfast to 10:30pm to do all seven, and I didn’t have any obligations today. If you have work or are looking after kids, then maybe try for one resolution a day. I definitely don’t want to be spending an entire day tomorrow doing just the resolutions. I’d like to do other things too. But today I wanted to start it easy and so I didn’t plan any other things so that I had plenty of time to do the resolutions.

I hope that once I’m more at the rolling stage, I can achieve all the resolutions in a single 3-4h evening. If you have a lot of resolutions and you’re struggling, do the math to figure out what is realistic. My resolutions take a total of 3 hours 20 minutes as a minimum (items 3 to 7 are ten 10minutes each, to a total of 50 min. Gym takes about an hour. Writing is variable, but 1 hour for 1,000 words sounds reasonable. Plus add a minimum of 5 minutes between each activity. Seven activities require six breaks, a total of 30 min). So, a theoretical 3 hour 20 minutes worth of tasks took me 12+ hours to do today. Again, be gentle with yourself.

What are your resolutions for today? I wish you success, good luck and good cheer!

Meowgetsproductive

#NewYearsResolution #life goals

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multifandomkeoe · 7 years

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Warm Tea

Patiently lingering on the couch, you flip through TV channels, hoping to find something the slightest bit entertaining. With no success you settle on watching an old cartoon from when you were a child. Setting down the remote with a sigh, you curl your body into a ball on top of the soft couch cushions. A baggy sweatshirt hangs off your shoulders, providing comfort to your body and mind.

These are always the hardest nights. Staying up late to see your boyfriend when he eventually comes home from work. Most nights, you end up falling asleep in the same place I’m laying now, but I’m determined this time to be fully awake when he arrives tonight. Xiumin isn’t granted much free time so you try to take advantage of these late evenings together.

You would think Xiumin would be prepared to leave his bag by the door and head straight to bed, but he hasn’t done that one night since returning from EXO’s world tour, which was months without seeing one another. No matter how many times you beg Xiumin to get some rest, he insists on staying up to spend time with you. Even when he has the worst days. You can tell when he’s frustrated from the way he clenches his jaw and responds with short, snippy answers. Some nights, Xiumin will rant about not being able to nail a particular choreography, or sometimes it’ll just be able the other members annoying him.

Other nights, when Xiumin is in his usual jovial mood, he drives home, greets you with a smile before the two of you have a cup of late night tea. Having warm tea at the darkest time of the evening had become one of the finest memories you would cherish forever. You and Xiumin usually chat about your days, sipping the steaming liquid occasionally before responding. Being drowsy doesn’t stop Xiumin from listening though. He nods his head to the words you speak and chuckles when you talk about an embarrassing moment that had happened. He was always attentive no matter what.

By the time the two of you finish your teas, Xiumin is already insisting on cleaning the kitchen while pushing you to climb into bed without him. It’s routine for him to first take a shower before joining you in your shared sheets. Turning off the bedside lamp, Xiumin brushes any stray hairs from your forehead, settling into bed while pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. It’s not hard to drift into wonderland when your wrapped tightly in your love’s arms, his hand lazily drawing shapes upon your back in a calming way.

You can’t prevent your eyes from drooping when midnight soon rolls around. Resting your head against a pillow, you allow your mind to relax as you think of a certain person’s arms that will soon be wrapped round you. The cartoonish voices coming from the television ease you into a deep slumber. Not only had you worked super hard today, you had left early to cook up a meal for Xiumin. Not a lot of time had passed before your eyelids fell shut and darkness consumed you.

Your head shakes back and forth, jolting you awake from your sweet dreams. Frightening glancing around the room, you’re surprised to see Xiumin not home yet. That’s unusual for him. You suddenly realize that the vibrating that woke you is coming from underneath your pillow, where you had left your phone. Reaching for the disruptive noise, the bright light illuminating from the screen blinds you for a split second. You’re getting a call and it’s from Suho which is not uncommon. What’s uncommon is him calling you at such a late time. That’s sort of odd.

Answering the call, you hesitantly bring the phone to your ear, wondering if there had been a problem at the studio. “Hello?” You greet, not being capable of stopping the shaking of your vocal chords. The heavy breathing at the end of the other line doesn’t help your nerves either. “Y/N?” Suso’s voice cracks as he speaks your name. “Suho, is something wrong? What’s going on?” You ask. Silence is your answer for the longest time.

Muffled words and something that sounds like heavy sobs can be heard in the background like Suho is trying to console someone while talking. “There’s been an accident.” Suho responds. By the way he sounds, you’re able to picture the tears that must be streaming down his cheeks. Suho speaks again and his words cause you to clap a hand over your mouth in utter shock and horror. “Xiumin was in a wreck and he’s in a very critical condition right now.”

Before you can gain some sort of composure, tears poor out of your eyes that end up rolling down your face. Sobs wreck your chest at the words, beginning to make it hard to breathe. “Y/N?” Suho asks gently, his voice sounding as if he’s walking on glass. “I’m on my way.” You whisper, not thinking before hanging up.

You rush outside to your car, not caring one single bit about your attire which is pajamas. The whole way to the nearest hospital, you’re swerving between cars and running red lights. Nothing is on your mind except Xiumin. Nothing could be more important than him right now. You didn’t know that you were too late. Xiumin had wrecked hours ago when he had tried to come home and surprise you with a dinner date. Some idiot had hit him from behind, causing his car to ram into a ditch. Xiumin had stopped breathing long before someone reported the accident. Suho had been trying to break the news to you slowly, not wanting to hurt you more than he had to. What he didn’t know was that your heart broke the second you heard the word “accident”.

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