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inkhasnothoughts · 3 months ago
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I've got a request, I hope you'll consider this please
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Thank you so much for the request! Your oc is soooo adorable! I love the mint choco vibes so much, plus they were so fun to draw!! I hope I did your oc justice!!
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riemanifests · 23 days ago
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who gives a fuck about inspired action??
im seeing a whole lotta yapping and anons worried about action and inspired action and ive talked about it myself too before but yall are worrying about it wayy too much now. atp it doesnt matter whether or not you understand what it is and what it means, who gives a fuck?? why is the worry about ACTION? in the 3d? hello? your focus needs to be placed back on "do i have it or not?" and if it's yes i do, then what the fuck else is there to worry about? you have it!
okay so some blogger said something about it that you dont like, then dont read it? scroll away. use your free will and get a backbone when it comes to your beliefs and perspective. why are you asking multiple other bloggers about "omg so and so said this and idk i dont believe it but im scared cause what if they're right and what if-"
guys. need i remind you of two things: 1. you run the narrative
you assign meaning to things. you decide what is and isn't true. what does and doesn't work for you. you. not me, not sandra, not cassy on the blog, you. so why if you do not want to give a fuck about your actions, are you so worried about what cassy said? when again you decide. you're the one in control of your reality not cassy, cmon man.
2. your mind has authority over the 3d
let me play devil's advocate here for a second. let's say you're chasing your sp left and right, stalking their pages, running on in their dms, and you want to manifest them, even with your messy behavior. okay babes, decide in your mind that they're yours. you decided? okay great, it's done. they're yours. whatever you do does not fucking matter as long as you mentally stand firm in the idea that they are already yours and it is already done. cause again, YOU decide. if you decided they're mine then okay that is the story that must be reflected back to you by reality, so does it matter whatever is going on in reality or whatever it's showing you? no! cause the mind will always control reality. it will always change reality. reality has no free will. and again this isnt to encourage your needy and desperate behavior, no fuck why would you do that shit get a life! but to say the mind must always be reflected by reality so it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter if you're unemployed and manifesting a job it doesn't matter if you're manifesting money and you see no way of getting it in the 3d it doesnt fucking matter. the one thing that will truly matter is what idea are you mentally persisting in?
and guys if you're the one who decides, that means you can decide none of this actions shit matter and it literally doesnt so why are we stressing?? why is there a whole discourse? that shows me yall are not even focused on deciding its yours because if you decided it was yours and you truly were thinking like the person who has it then there would be nothing left to do or worry about because it was fucking done already. nothing else matters bc it's already yours!!! it was yours the minute you decided it was so what is this? worrying about "omg what if i do and dont do smth in the 3d?" "omg what if i do something that from the state then what?" who gives a fuck? stop seeing such separation reality is just your mirror like omfg mind always translates to reality so just be firm in having it ugh. you said you have it so you do. it's done already. who cares what happens next or what you might do, it doesn't matter. what is with this micromanaging behavior over yourselves like guys we really love to complicate this shit dont we.. but no this aint it.
and again stop relying on a fucking blogger get off tumblr and fucking decide you have it and then move on with your day get a life and if you don't have one watch a fucking show do everything but worrying about "omg inspired action and ugh". please. just decide it's yours and that's it! all you have to do from that point on is.. stand on that decision. and this can be done through methods or just simply thinking to yourself once "it's done now i have it" and moving on. whatever. again there is nothing left to do once you decided it was yours it was yours.
and that brings me to another point, with this whole "well what about the 3d what do i do then?" wdym? you live your life? do what you want to do and don't do what you want to do. stop overanalyzing yourself because it's clearly stressing you out and making you unhappy when manifestation was never supposed to be a struggle. again you guys need to get a backbone on your beliefs because why are you letting someone else's opinion cause you stress. if you say something works then it works for you. congrats, that's it. dont worry about who is saying what especially if you don't want to believe it, instead of trying to compromise and ask another blogger to validate your fucking opinion be the one to validate yourself like guys do you realize you're the one in control? you're looking for validation from someone else about the reality.. YOU control. that's crazy!! that's not god behavior! stand up!!
again, decide that whatever you do from that point on when you mentally decided it was yours, doesn't fucking matter. it doesn't mean anything about your manifestation, it doesn't have an effect on your manifestation ( it's literally already done sooo ), and just do whatever the fuck you want to do without stressing. the one thing that truly matters is: are you persisting in the idea of having it or not?
doing everything but persisting in the fact you have it. sigh.
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mypoptartburnt · 5 months ago
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Ok as a bit of a drama queen, I'm kinda living for the idea of suguru meeting you, but you're only going to Japan for a short time. Whether its for work or just a vacation its not meant to be for long. It would stress him out so bad. He wants to take care of you but he wont have enough time to manipulate- I mean convince you to let him. He's so close to losing it but he wants you to love him and kidnapping wont solve that. :( He is just 'coincidentally' happens to be going to most the places you are during you're stay. He's shirking most of his responsibilities for duration to maximize the time spent with you. He's constantly messaging you after he gets your number, ready to help with ANYTHING. And if you cant see curses? He'll use his to spy on you and as extra protection. Just incase! There is also the possibility of language barrier which has Suguru learning his darling's language like he has a test. I think he'd actively discourage his darling from trying to learn/speak Japanese(if they don't already know it), purely so he can take care of everything for them! And wouldn't it just be crazy if Suguru's work(Couldn't just tell his darling he's a cult leader obviously) asked him to relocate near where you live not to long after you go back? Wouldn't you be willing to show him around? He's so unfamiliar and you're the only 'friend'(not for long) he has nearby.... -🫧 Anon
BUBBLES OMGGG THIS ONE ABOUT MADE ME EXPLODE BECAUSE ITS JUST TOO GOOD?!?!
here’s the thing, it’s very possible that he and his members have ties all over the world. he could very much just cause a huge incident in your country just to where he can convince you it’s wayy too dangerous for you to go home. but no worries at all! he is moree than thrilled to have you just stay with him! he insists.
the only issue is there’s only one bedroom!😧 (or so he tells you) so he’s got no choice than to just share his bed with you. which he absolutely loves because he can be at your beck and call all night because what if you get anxious or thirsty or need to use the bathroom and don’t know where at is and you’re all alone?! the mere thought just crushes his heart.
he is DEFINITELY the type to purposely make his bedroom super cold at night to the point where the blankets just aren’t enough. but no need to worry he is more than happy to cuddle you all night to keep you nice and warm, and it works this man is a furnace. he will see you shivering and would just be like “aww you poor baby🥺” and will scoop you into his warm lap and rock you to sleep.
and YESSS he would definitely discourage you from learning japanese! exactly for maybe some instances where he is the one teaching you. i can see him buying baby books with some basic words but it’s mostly just all pictures LMAO! he just loves the idea of you being completely reliant on him for everything and learning a new language can be stressful! and he doesn’t want his baby to be stressed ever. so just let him take care of everything, he may be absolutely insane but he will take care of you better that the best care giver out there. he does not play when it comes to you and your well being.
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schwarzgeier-side · 6 months ago
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HI GEIER A FUN QUESTION FOR U but do you have any particular artists and/or pieces of media (like movies shows videogames etc) that inspire your own art style/you want to take inspiration from?? Ive asked a couple peeps and I'm curious abt you!!!
OMG MY TURN?? THANK U HHH Im still baffled sometimes by you knowing i exist dhdhdh but im honored.
Sooo Inspiration huh. Very interesting topic for me because i am. Very much shaped by the art and media I like / consume. And yet i dont feel like much of it shows up in my own art style really. I am not sure why, probably because i never fully. Studied art tbh. Went to art school in free time ever since i was a 1st grader but i still feel like i skipped some major steps in actual art teachings. Color theory is my enemy.
But as direct inspirations I would say I have wayy to many to count.
Signalis (unsuprisingly) has been a literal life changing experience and I am putting down here because i cannot fully express how much it fuels me and my artistic aspirations ever since i played it. I truly wish to make a story on signalises level that can impact others.
As a second biggest inspo , i have to go with my long term soft spot that i have for the Dishonored series , specificly the art of Dishonored 2 will never leave my soul. There were multiple incredible artists working on the design team but the general feel and dedication they put into this world is smth i wish to do similiarly. Arkanes general philosophy aligns with mine.
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For final big game i suppose ill put Ultrakill. I dont know what it is specificly about it that makes me so. At awe of it but it scratches my brain in similair way signalis did with its low poly style and striking colors and solid designs.
For artists god uh theres to many fjfhshdhg my own art changes style everydamn week i feel like but at least for people that impact me lately . @mrzuddie(sorry for the tag)s style has personaly spoken to me on a lot of levels , dont know why specificly but it scratches my brain so well . I always admired the more. Chaotic artstyles ? Sketchy , or rough looking pieces speak to me more than smth hyper realistic or shaded. Thats why i like pixelated stuff too. Remarins speedpaints on youtube were big part of my teen years i would say and they shaped me into being a digital artist mainly. Shiwasu Hoshikawa's Bungo Stray Dogs art also falls under the scratchy wild art category i love and wish i could replicate more .
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I cant really think of any movie funikly enough that shaped me artisticly much. I like Top Gun Maverick but thats cause im a pilot and have a history with it fjfhfj. 9 film from 2009 was striking though that might have been subconciously affecting me. Also as most i think Into the spideverse and any recent well animated movie can fall in this category.
Idunno i just. Like to draw. I need to create stuff. And everything around me influences the way i draw. Including you btw your art is incredible and It is honestly fascinating studying the texture of your brushes and strokes. Thank you for asking me :]
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voidsteffy · 1 year ago
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Promises
Jai (Mirchi) x fem!OC Madhu
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A/N: @mahi-wayy asks me to write a Jai fic and I write a Jai fic, it's as simple as that. After that Rajasaab snippet that thrust me back into the immaculate Mirchi first half Darling feelz, I was held at gunpoint to relive my Mirchi days (I was the one holding the gun btw). Angsty ending beware. Some violence. idk I suck at feelers for fic segments. Can't reveal the ending sorry. Tell if there's anything I must add. Btw, not proofread!
Word Count: 2368 words
Glossary: Mavayya - father-in-law Atthayya - mother-in-law
“I’ve never seen an Anthropology major so against peace.”
That’s what Jai said to her after the rest of the house had finally left her alone. A few hours ago, Madhu had showed up at the doorstep with bloody knuckles and a few bruises. He had kept mum when the rest of his relatives, now almost like her family too, fretted over her and her slight bruises. To their credit, though they were happy that Madhu was getting involved in matters of the town’s welfare, they were very worried that she might have gotten seriously hurt.
“I’m not against peace Jai. I just think that sometimes it might necessitate slight aggression.”
Jai’s face scrunched up in inexplicable worry, and for a moment she felt crippling guilt. Madhu winced as she angled herself towards him in bed, feeling quite less energetic by the minute. He avoided her gaze but she had felt the tension and anger simmering in his eyes. His jaw was taut, his gaze avoidant from where he sat at the foot of the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For defending the farmers by beating those goons or for getting hurt in the process?”
“For getting caught.”
Jai rolled his eyes and his hands grabbed hers so sharply, desperately. He slid down from the bed, crawling onto his knees to be beside her. He kissed her bruised knuckles, running his fingers over them as gently as he could.
Most of the people who knew her, saw Madhumati, the jovial city girl. But he was the first one to see the fire in her heart, the way she cared so much about protecting the defenceless. Figures, that he’d fall for the one girl who cared for social service as keenly as his father whom he’d never known until a few days ago. Maybe that was why his mother was reluctant about her in the beginning, but it was impossible not to see the pure goodness behind whatever Madhu said or did.
“Things seem different here. I’m not asking for you to change yourself, but please,”
“Please what?”
Even after all the years of being together and one year of married life, Madhu had a tiny spec of fear crawling somewhere in her. That Jai would leave her. He wouldn’t love her anymore because she was too brash, because she was away from home a lot, away from him a lot, for social causes. Because he had to defend her to everyone in his life and she wouldn’t blame him if at some point, he ran out of reasons to ever stand up for her. Madhu wouldn’t blame him if he ever stopped wanting her near. She’s been trying to run from herself since she could remember.
“I can’t lose you bujji.”
He’d always called her bujji, and she always wanted to call him that in return but she could never bring herself to do it. The world swayed on its axis for a blink of an eye and when her eyes accustomed themselves to the shock, Madhu realised that all of this was real.
She was loved.
Loved, like you had someone on your side all the time. Loved, like you could spend the rest of your life loving them back. You had someone that kissed your knuckles and put his head on your chest. You had someone’s hair to run your hands through after a tough day.
She was so loved.
Tears sprang to her eyes, rolling down her temples to the pillow that smelled just like him.
And to think she was so ready to put it all at risk.
Of course, the heart is stupid and its grip on the tongue is more envious of the title; so the first thing that comes out of her mouth sounds like a hoarse tantrum.
“And you think I can lose you?”
Jai is quiet for a long time. Madhu wondered whether he went through the same epiphany as her. She wished her love to be his epiphany just this once despite having nurtured it for years for it to be a click of the moment.
“Jai, I see you in your anger. I see you when you threaten Mavayya’s enemies. I see it when you hide their beaten bodies behind their own cars. I see it when you’re angry and you don’t want me to look at you. But I do, and I’m not scared, because I understand. And I can get angry too.”
He nodded, his face burrowed into the soft fabric of the bed. There seemed to be a conversation in his own head, the angel battling the devil for control. He wouldn’t ever lose Madhu but he too understood the gravity of the situation as she had. Neither of them could afford to let their anger take root. Mavayya insisted there was always a peaceful way of winning a war.
“Ok…” he shook his head, like he was trying to tumble the idea of something out of his head. “Ok ok.”
Her hands were still buried in his hair, smoothening it out just like his mother said she used to.
“I promise,” he looked up at her finally. “I promise. I promise I’ll let go of my anger. Whatever it takes, I’ll never choose the violent way ever again. I’ll protect you.”
Jai looked expectantly at her and she knew he wanted her to say the same thing. But she smiled, shaking her head.
“Please don’t ever promise that. I can’t promise to never choose violence. But I promise I will always look for peace before I choose violence.”
He didn’t look convinced, like they were close to being back to square one.
“Not all of the world bends to peace Jai. There are people out there who will kill the people we love no matter how softly we could handle issues. So I promise I’ll always protect us, our family, this village. I promise. And I promise I won’t put myself in danger voluntarily again Jai. Trust me.”
They exchanged more such promises, almost like they were creating their own vows in the sanctity of their realisations behind the locked doors of the room. Her body didn’t want to hurt that much anymore. And so Madhu and Jai found themselves chest-to-chest, his toes pulling the hem of her sari higher and higher as his buttons slowly became undone and his hair messier under her hands.
Suddenly, it occurred to her that she hadn’t mentioned one crucial thing.
She kissed his temple, “I love you.”
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Quite some time had passed and the family— surprisingly including Mavayya and Atthayya, had planned a small reception for Madhu and Jai as a couple. Everybody in the kind cosy town knew that she was married to their favourite heir. But since he was that - an heir, their own regional royalty, it was decided that a feast and celebration was called for.
The farmers whom Madhu had helped before were grateful and insisted on gifting her half of their gorintaku (henna) crop. Everyone’s hands were pulsing, cooling red that auspicious day— most of the men refused to hide their loving hands that applied mehendi to their spouse’s or betrothed’s hands. Everyone was happy seeing their serious authoritative prince oh so tenderly hold his wife’s palms while he rolled the mehendi into balls and imprinted designs all over her hands.
All of this reminded Jai of their first wedding reception. It had been a court wedding since neither of them ever thought of making it a spectacle after Madhu’s parents passed away during a workers’ agitation gone wrong. But now everything was bright and shining, and Jai had a father who loved her as much as he loved his own son. His mother looked younger when she laughed with his father. Vennela’s eyes shone like stars as she admired them: like seeing her life’s hero get back his heroine.
The shehnai signalled Madhu’s presence as she stepped out of the house.
She thought she saw Jai catch his breath.
She had the most beautiful yellow sari draped around the curves of her tall body, the golden and ruby all over it shimmering in the rough sunlight. A dark bindi, kohl in her eyes, your nuptial thread hanging down your neck, hair adorned with the flowers of all the gardens in the entire village, hands adorned with glass bangles that the wives of the town gifted her after she had helped them start their businesses, silver anklets tinkling melodiously with every step - his first gift to her. Madhumati was the most divine bride he had seen and for her, he was no less.
A silk shirt that matched streaks of gold with her sari, a matching lungi, garlands of fragrant flowers and kundans hanging from his hands, his gold watch - her first gift to him.
Everyone cheered as Jai passed the garland back to Vennela to help Madhu up some small steps. She took his hand despite needing no help, and it became evident that he knew that too. He smiled, almost looking like he bowed,
“Inta bagunte ela bujji? Nenemaipovali cheppu?” (How can you be so beautiful, bujji? What would happen to me?)
Her smile widened, and for a moment she allowed herself to swim deep within his admiring gaze.
Flower petals already came showering on them and everyone said they might have been born just to witness a couple like them.
Jai and Madhu ended up in the centre of the crowd with all their family members, Vennela managing the situation to appease the people that flourished across town.
She felt happy on seeing the house regain its former happiness, the kind that she had only dreamt of when she was little. Vennela was always so sweet and innocent, she was Madhu’s best friend despite having spent so little time with her. Completing her chance to say a few words, Vennela winked at her, all but pushing Madhu forward to say something.
Madhu looked back at the rest of the family. Jai stood between Mavayya and Atthayya and everyone else while the town police officers in attendance stood to the side. They all smiled, asking her to go ahead. They never opposed Madhu’s relation with the pulse of this land, these people. She smiled, pulling Jai along to address the people.
“We are so happy for all the love you have shown us. They say it’s not a celebration until all the guests feel like family. You are our family now, and—”
They spoke in turns to the excited crowd, letting them butt in between to shout out their blessings.
But among the happy faces, she noticed a masked man weave his way through the crowd.
It all happened so suddenly. One second she was smiling at Gangamma insisting that you have a child soon, and the next— everything was chaos. People she didn’t recognise jumped at them from all sides, and it was her and Jai against them. The crowd gave an uproar of panic, people stampeding haphazardly as men charged with weapons.
Jai pushed her back, giving a way cry that tore through dry and humid bloodthirsty air. He fought the goons off till the veranda was soaked in streaks of red mixing with the holy water they had sprinkled not that long ago.
Everything was back to normal, she had realised belatedly as spots of black enveloped the corners of her vision— everyone’s lives were threatened once again, and Jai had no choice but to choose violence.
The earth gave away under her feet and she was caught by a pair of arms. Blood ran down her neck, and something loud echoed in her ears. Her eyes couldn’t help but flutter close in pain.
Jai’s father had caught Madhu, writhing in pain at an injury, while Vennela harboured Atthayya and the rest of the family inside the house into safety.
“Jai! Jai!”
Mavayya shouted and shouted till the name rang through her body. Madhu gasped for air, gasped for that name.
“Jai! She’s hurt!”
Every fibre in her body hurt when Jai came running, crashing onto the rough wet ground to take her from his father’s grip.
Jai had held Madhu like this many times - her head in the crook of his elbow, his eyes finding the universe in hers. But this time her head hung limp and heavy in his hold.
He slapped her cheeks as she fought to keep her eyes open.
“Bujji? Bujji look at me, bujji!”
That’s what he always called Madhu. ANd she hadn’t even managed to say it back to him.
Madhu whimpered as he shook her like a rag doll, crying out for him again and again. It hurt, it felt like hot and cold daggers running through her heart. Jai kept his grip firm on a wound on her neck, which seemed to pour out blood the more he gripped it.
The yellow of her sari was drenched in her blood now, and she forced her eyes open to look at Jai, one last time. Her husband.
Her hands found his face, wiping away his tears with blood as she stuttered.
“B-Buj-jji?”
The first time she reciprocated his special little form of affection, was also the last time she ever would.
“Hey… Hey! Hey! Bujji? Look at me, come on look at me! Bujji, open your eyes……… Open your eyes! Please, please. Bujji! No!”
Her cries cease, leaving Jai’s sobs for her lonely and orphaned, ringing through the air with more pain than his rage ever allowed him.
Madhu had once told him that when she’d die, she would be at peace if it was in his arms while she looked into his eyes, knowing that there was nothing she would have done differently.
That day, the town mourned the death of their chieftain. It would be years until the family manages to smile again but not that long until Jai avenges Madhu’s death with kindness and the violence of her memory and absence. He failed in his promise to protect her but would not make promises he couldn’t keep anymore.
Jai had only one wife, and the day she died…
A part of him never came back.
THE END
(ps: mahi, I hope you liked reading this🫂 and I hope it satisfied your Jai fic appetite that we spoke of. maybe I'll write more who knows)
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elainsgirl · 7 months ago
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okok i just saw that ask about insta comments on bloomsbury's SE post. Your frequently used emojis are the ones that show up for me too on every post except that SE one. there the emojis convert to the elriel ones. so it seems the ones you thought were your frequently used ones are just the default emojis on insta. because theyr'e the exact same for me, same order and everything. and i rarely use most of those at all. its really freaking weird that the emojis convert to the elriel emojis on that post only... why? it doesn't happen on any other post. i have no explanation for this. wtf.
I was thinking then cause I use “😭” this emoji wayy too much for it not be in my frequent emoji selection.
It is weird - kinda makes me giddy thinking about it, even though im 80% sure its due to Instagrams algorithm picking up on the most used emoji by BB commenters it is interesting how the elucien or gwynriel emoji isn’t shown at all…despite there being comments made from them.
Its probably nothing more then an exciting coincidence but I still think you can enjoy this fact and take it as the algorithms’ way of being an elriel 🤭
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nonchalantatall · 1 year ago
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5 3 and 12 prsk ask game
sup
3. What do you think is a missed opportunity/something you wish was done better?
Ahaa.ha I feel like you know the answer,, but I also don't feel like I can say what I think with much authority because I havent been able to get myself to read anything past lutf, some people said it got better with oyf but the hater in my heart doesn't want to believe that. I will suck it up and see the rest of their arc to end myself.. one day....
(Maybe this is tmi) but as someone who has had the devastating experience of being lied to about a beloved relatives terminal cancer, that plot point hit wayy too fuckin close to home for me to distance myself from it and view it as its own story. I know in my brain its just characters and everyone processes shit differently, but I think the conclusion of lutf was so bad and so out of line with how I perceived the situation, that it just. couldn't be fixed beyond that point, for me.
I know vbs are your babies and I do love them, just not in their source material. I don't mean to bring down people who do like their stories, I just have so many problems with the writing even outside of lutf that the ending of lutf sorta nailed the coffin on enjoying their canon for me personally
Is it necessarily bad writing? I guess not considering the genre and medium limitations? But it also felt lazy and unsatisfying after such a dramatic buildup. It sucks cause radders story is done SO WELL it felt like the devs just wanted to use vbs as a means to write their story instead of investing that same level of story writing into,, you know, their actual playable and marketable characters??????
Anyways. in terms of gameplay, give me a fuckin lim voucher exchange for cards that are over 2 years old or something I HAVE SO MANY PINK VOUCHERS ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY
5. Did you play any rhythm games before Project SEKAI? If so, what? (Doesn’t have to be a mobile gatcha game!)
I was a killer rock band gamer as a kid, that and wii sports resort were the only games I wanted to play FOR. YEARS. I have rock band to blame for my taste in 90s and 00s punk rock now.
What led me to prsk was bandori tho. I was tired of waiting on endori's bs scheduling because I wanted to tier pasupares Title Idol event, I saw some nijisanji en girlies promoting colorful stage and had seen tokishun tweeting about it so I thought hey, why not. Worst decision of my life probably 🫶
12. Favorite NPC (can specify unit)
My first thought was Saito Ayaka because she's just So Me. She's my self-insert. Worlds most normal Shizuku fan. She looks like me, dresses like me, cries and falls to shizukus feet and praises the ground she walks on..
But really I think it's gotta be Ootori Hina or Akiyama Yuuki,, everything they are and do for Emu and Mizuki makes me want to put my fist through drywall..
^the 3 biggest fans of my 3 faves, big shocker there
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simplyxsinned · 3 years ago
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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅𝐅
• summary; you came back home tired and extremely late with your makeup still on, how will your partner react?
• genre; fluff, comfort
• characters; alhaitham, kaveh x reader
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✧ The candle almost burning out as ALHAITHAM couldn't resist but let his mind wander about your whereabouts, he raised an eyebrow when he catches a glimpse of you standing right at the doorframe leading to his office, his palm propped up his chin, pretending that he's had his head buried in his books, putting on an act like he did not expect you to be here, especially when soaked from head to toe
Based on his calculations, you must’ve left the house in a rush as you overslept and forgot to bring an umbrella to work, thus increasing your possibility on getting a cold the next day, it’s not a big deal though, alhaitham trusts himself to take care of you well
“You’re making the floor wet” he stood up and made his way to you, catching you off guard when he swept your feet of the ground, easily lifting you as if it’s a simple gesture
He sets you down on the closed toilet seat, filling up the bathtub, he reached his hand in the water to check the temperature, making sure that it’s just right
Subsequently, he returned to your side, kneeling down “Alright how do I do this” one of his hand holding a makeup wipe and the other grabbing a cleanser
It’s funny watching him follow your instructions precisely, the beads of sweat rolling down his drop dead gorgeous face, you’re so sure that’s god’s most finest living piece of art on his knees in front of you, ugh what an honour
After successfully removing your makeup, the calming scent of fresh tropical lemongrass essential oil fills your scents, helping you clear your mind along plus easing your tense muscles after a long day
Al-Haitham being the caring lover he is, never leaves your side, he helps you dry your hair after showering, shhhh no need to tire yourself out anymore habibi let me take care of you <3
✧ KAVEH doesn’t have time for this, its already 11pm. Why are you not back? He intended to complete his projects that are occupying wayy too much space on his desk but instead ended up anxiously pacing back and forth around the living room, nibbling on his thumb as it was his habit when nervous, eyes occasionally darting to the entrance of your shared house, hoping to see you miraculously appear through the door
You promised to spend time with him and have a skincare night which is a weekly ritual you two had planned because he said quote “oh my god we should totally treat ourselves cause we totally deserve it”
And well, after a few moments which felt like an eternity for him he heard your grumble outside the door
You were fumbling with your keys, frustrated and angry, blaming your anger towards the poor keys
“Honey you’re back!” he exclaimed while running to you with open arms with a large smile plastered on his face, you paused infront of him. He doesn’t fail to notice your furrowed brows and reddened cheeks, upon realising what’s the situation his mouth immediately turned into a thin line
It wasn’t your fault that you were tired after a day of work as you turned away and walked past him, dismissing his enthusiasm
In response he pouted at your dismissal, if you were to turn around right there right now, you’d see a sulking golden retriever. Of course kaveh being himself, he pestered you for a bit asking about your day
With your head on his lap, both of you already had your clay masks on, you couldn’t help but pour your heart out into ranting to your caring partner. As you went on a verbal onslaught, his fingertips threading through your hair whilst occasionally humming, showing that he’s actually paying attention to you
It was times like these where you felt thankful to have a loving partner like kaveh, well he might not be perfect but he’ll give in his best efforts for your comfort
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thanks for reading <33
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itstokkii · 2 years ago
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Turkuzbek hcs because I don't give them enough love!!!!
Age: I was talking to a couple of friends about this! @peonycats believes turkey to be born around the years 900-1000 CE. meanwhile, uzbekistan would be born around the late 1200s, meaning that turkey's older than uzb by 300 years... 😔 rip my sexy milf uzb hcs...
History: they go wayy back. the Timurid Empire actually had a battle with the Ottoman Empire, largely out of the Ottoman Sultan Bayezid I's concern that the Timurids were expanding too far west. while the Ottomans were heading to the east, Timur's forces cut from behind and sieged Ankara, which started the Battle of Ankara(1402). the Timurid Empire won, also holding the title to being the only ones to capture an Ottoman Sultan in person in all of the Ottoman Empire's history. Not only that, but the Timurid Empire kinda caused a civil war in the Ottoman Empire due to the Sultan dying in captivity, causing all his sons to fight about who the legitimate heir was.
Nothing says teenage romance like causing a civil war in someone's empire and starting a record that was never broken for all 700 years of its history ❤️
(it's also said that allegedly the sultan was kept in a gold cage...)
turkey jokes about her bloodthirsty era, to which she tries smashing her face into his neck and slapping his shoulders "stop!!! I was 17 back then ok 😭😭" but will also say "ok but we caused a civil war at your place so"
after the Timurid Empire collapsed, the Ottomans and Uzbeks got along better. the Khwarazm and Bukhara khanates asked turkey to help them with the threat of russian expansion. and the Ottomans and uzbeks worked together to launch offensives against Iran in the late 1500s to early 1600s.
unfortunately i don't really have much for turkuzbek during the rule of imperial russia and the ussr as they barely interacted, and though turkey was the first nation to recognize uzbekistan's independence, relations soured during the first president's administration due to um. Driving turkish companies out because they had prayer mats in their offices 💀💀
BUT after the first president karimov died, the vice president mirziyoyev began to issue reforms and lifted bans on religious activity, causing a revival of islam in uzbekistan. turkey was all for it, so they began to get closer than ever. That's where they currently are in terms of relationships!
hcs:
THEY ARE LOSER HUSBAND X PRETTY WIFE THEY REALLY AREEE
you know when you have that trusted, dependable friend and one night at a sleepover they wanna tell you something and they confess to having a crush on the WORST person for them but they're head over heels in love? yeah that's uzbekistan 😔
she may be younger but if you didn't know it, you'd assume she's the older one based on maturity.
when they do get together, kazakhstan and kyrgyzstan are both...shocked. kazakhstan just thinks turkey's ego is massively inflated and that russia wouldn't appreciate their relationship getting closer, limiting russian economic support, whereas kyrgyzstan looks like one of those stick figures violence reaction images and kazakhstan has to hold him back
he's definitely the type of guy to slam his hand against the wall and corner her just to see her facial expression
he also calls her "Nargiz," a nickname of her name "Nargiza" which also alters her brain chemistry
though, i want to think that uzbekistan does try to make her move...just in private. idk how she'd do that use your imagination i guess?
even when they're in an established relationship, she's mostly affectionate in private. the most turkey's gonna get out of her in public is....h*nd h*lding or arm clutching but even then...she won't do that until they're married(turkuzbek wedding when???)
uzbekistan reading or scrolling through her phone after a long day of work and turkeys like "nargiz...pay attention to me......come on let's make tea......"
They give each other shoulder massages occasionally
when turkey catches uzbekistan reading he joins her
🇹🇷: hey stop turning the pages so quickly
🇺🇿: i can't stay on this page forever
one second he's talking about how manly of a man he is, next second he asks uzbekistan to cuddle him
they both love cats! and they occasionally have friendly fights about who's more hospitable
turkey and uzbekistan also argue about who did it wrong(uzbek osh vs turkish pilaf, and turkey gets upset at uzbekistan's pahlava because "it's a cheap ripoff")
i was reading about strengthening turkey uzbekistan relations and the article said something like "together, the uzbek and turkish presidents band together as hanafi against the wahabi-salafism sect" so imagining this whole convo:
🇸🇦 circa 2018: congratulations on getting your religious freedom back, uzbekistan! what is your next step moving forward?
🇺🇿: well actually i-
🇹🇷: she's with me lol
turkey has a weird obsession with mongolia and the casians' nomadic pasts
🇹🇷: HELLO MY TURKIC MONGOLIC NOMADIC ISLAMIC MARE MILK DRINKING HORSE RIDING STEPPE BROTHERS AND SISTERS
🇺🇿: im sorry sir this is a choyxona(tea house/restaurant)
though turkey is a fellow islamic nation and they do belong to the same sect as uzbeks do, uzbekistan is still a little stricter. lots of turkish dramas had scenes cut from the uzbek premiere, and some dramas were just...not broadcasted due to...spicy scenes(making out i guess??)
🇹🇷: awww, come on they cut out my favorite scene
🇺🇿: your what 😃🔪
they also get along because they have similar tastes in tea! might as well call them tea lovers
turkey prefers his tea with sugar, whereas uzbekistan just drinks it without.
russia looked down on her and the rest of the central asians because "they were in their ignorant peasant barbarian era before I came and changed everything for the better!!!!"
she also had to unhealthily bottle her feelings of nervousness, anxiety, and overwhelming anger as russia kept taking and taking from uzbekistan(things like cotton, and forcing the aral sea into irrigation, causing the 4th largest freshwater lake in the world to dry up), giving little back or nothing at all to uzbekistan
so one of my earliest turkuzbek hcs was that turkey helps her recover from nightmares by the ussr despite her not telling him what happened, and trying to get her to calm down with tea and desserts and that's when she realized she liked him so much.
saudi arabia initially didn't believe someone as "sensible and mature" as uzbekistan would get with turkey, until she herself confirmed it to him 😔 he mourns the loss of another normal person...
🇸🇦: Dear Diary, today we lost the land of Al Tirmidhi...Al Bukhari...our last bastion...to Turkey...now my allies are no more...
turkuzbek use scent as comfort. when one has to go back home after a meeting or event, the other spends the night hugging the pillow they slept with, or wearing a jacket or other article of clothing they left behind.
they steal each other's clothes for this reason!
back in like...2020 a turkish director partnered with the Uzbek Ministry of Culture and Sports to make the Mendirman Jaloliddin drama based on the last ruler of the Khwarazmian Empire before it fell to the Mongols. so anyways they're hyping up their country's actors before they go on set, and meanwhile all actors from both countries see how turkuzbek are and ship it as well lolol
and lastly: just because I'm also korean...soojin is their wingman lolol
This is all my brain could record, so if anyone has anything to add, please do not hesitate and add your hcs!
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kiss4kazuha · 4 years ago
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hii can i pls request dream x reader who is insecure about their face
(if you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s fine!!) <3
hello!! yes sure, also i’m comfortable writing about this, thank you for asking!:) enjoy<3
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— FOR ME, HE GOT LAZY! 🐉
pairings: dreamwastaken x gn!reader
warnings: swearing, fluff, use of dreams real name, use of beautiful and gorgeous, will have some parts of the song ‘God must hate me’ by catie turner, so go listen to it!!!
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you and clay have been working on your insecurities since the day you two got together. he cheered you up and made you feel better about how you looked, and obviously visa versa.
clay was very observant when it came to you. he knew if you fiddled with your fingers: you were nervous, if you blinked too many times: you were tired. he took notice how when ever he walked pass you, how you would put on the hood of his hoodie so you wouldn’t see his face. he noticed how you dodged all his kisses and hid you face away from him. he knew something was wrong.
he knew this had been going on for sometime, but preferred not to say anything so that you wouldn’t get uncomfortable. but enough was enough, and he really just wanted to know what was wrong.
“y/n, whats wrong? you’ve been hiding you face all day and have been dodging my kisses?” clay said as he entered the room you two shared. “nothing.” you mumbled hiding you face in the pillow more. you felt the bed dip next to you. you slightly lifted your head to look at him out the corner of your eye before moving to lay your head on him lap. you sighed.
“do you ever see someone and think ‘wow God must hate me’?” you sniffed. you sat up and looked at him in his eyes. he saw your puffy red eyes from crying, and your tear stained cheeks. you breathed out and closed your eyes as he put his hand on your cheek. you relaxed at his touch. all you wanted todo was to be in his arms. “baby, what?” clay said with a saddened expression.
you sat up next to him and layed your head on his shoulder, and he put his hand on your thigh for comfort. “cause he spent so much time on them, and for me he got lazy.” you said as he listened. he was a good listener, letting you speak about all your problems before saying his opinion.
“when i look into the mirror for too long it hurts.” you said holding back your tears. its hard. you hated the way your face was shaped, how your skin was. you were tired. tired of looking into the mirror every morning and being utterly disgusted of how it looked like. tired of wishing you face look like those instagram models you always see on your explore page and tiktok for you page.
“if jesus died for all our sins, he left one behind the body im in.” you said before tears fell. clay stood up and took your hands and guided you to the mirror. you looked at yourself before looking at the ground again, not being able to stand how you looked. “no no no” clay whispered softly, lifting your chin up to look at yourself in the mirror.
“you dont see what i see my love” clay said looking in your eyes in the mirror. “you so gorgeous and beautiful in my eyes, and i don’t understand how i got lucky with you.” he said sincerely, so you knew he wasn’t joking. “i dont know what i believe, but it’s easier to think that God made a mistake with me.” you said weakly smiling at him.
he pulled you away, to look at him instead of the mirror. “i hope you know that not everyone’s perfect, and everyone has their own flaws and things they have to deal with. i love you, everything about you. the way your cheeks redden whenever i tease you, the way your nose scrunches everytime you see something you dont like, the way you blink wayy too many times when you’re confused. everything my baby.” he said looking deep in your eyes.
he leaned in to kiss your lips to set everything he said. so that he knew that you knew he was speaking the truth. he then started kissing all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, everything. you giggled as he continued. he started smiling through the kisses, he loved hearing you laugh. “there you are” he said smiling, as he kissed your lips one more time. “lets go cuddle.” he said pulling you back to the bedroom with him.
you two layed in each other’s arms in peace and silence, “promise you will tell me next time?” he said brushing through your hair. “promise” you said kissing his cheek.
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bronny!
sorry it took long, im not at home rn!! hope you liked:)
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raineydays411 · 5 years ago
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Oh what am I supposed to do without you?
The reunion
Loki x daughter reader
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Y/n POV
In an other room, Frigga was helping you with the gowns and your hair.
“Oh this color is lovely on you” she said, fixing the skirt of the gown.
It was a beautiful dress, light pink and flowy. It was a long sleeve and off the shoulder, the sleeves wide and as flowy as the dress. The bodice was covered in blush covered flowers. It went down to your feet where it dragged lightly on the floor. Your feet covered by beautiful golden sandals. Your hair was put in an updo, gold hair accessories intertwined.
You felt like a princess.
You turned to Frigga, “ I can’t thank you enough for how kind you’ve been to me.”
She stays quiet for a moment, a small smile on her face. “ my dear, you may not know it, but you are practically family.”
You look at her with a bewildered expression. She continues on
“ you know, in that gown, you look almost identical to your mother.”
You freeze, looking up at her, “ You..you knew my mother?”
“ Oh yes,” she smiles as memories cross her mind, “ very well, in fact, I remember helping your mother with this exact dress the day she arrived here as well.”
“You mean...this dress was hers?”
“Mmhmm, it fits you perfectly too. It was meant for you.”
You smile, tears welling in your eyes as you turn to the mirror. You could imagine your mother in the exact spot, fretting over her hair or the many layers on this dress.
“ I...I think I’ve learned more about my mother now than I ever had in my life.” You mutter, looking down and playing with a loos thread on your sleeve.
“Well, did you know that your mother loved to read?” Frigga says, “ any chance she got, she had her nose in a book. There were times Lo-“ she stops herself.
You look towards her, waiting for her to continue her story. She shakes her head and sighs.
“There were many times we had to go find her and drag her to the dining halls to eat because she was hiding somewhere reading.”
You laugh, relating to the story.
“ I can’t tell you how many times Tony had to come get me cause I almost skipped dinner by reading.”
“Tony?” She asks, unfamiliar with the name
“Oh! He’s like.. kinda like my dad/ uncle. He and the avengers raised me”
“ Ah I see.” Frigga says, her tone sad. Then a knock on the door cut through the conversation. It opened to reveal Thor, he was fidgeting with a book so he wasn’t looking up when he walked in the room.
“ I apologize for interrupting Moonlight, but I have a gift for you and I think you would like...” He trails off as he looks up at you. His heart clenches as he realizes what you’re wearing.
“ Thor, it’s improper for a man to barge into a young ladies room.” Frigga scolds from her place beside you.
“ My apologies...Y/n, you look..you look beautiful” he smiles sadly, thoughts of his best friend flooding his brain.
He, like his mother and almost everyone else that knew her, pushed those memories deep down. They had to, or else they would have never moved on. But..she was a big part of their lives. Loki never realized how much his family cared for his wife. It’s the original reason why Thor couldn’t bear getting rid of you completely. He couldn’t, not when you were the last piece of his best friend. So he took you somewhere he could see you. See you grow, live. Did it hurt him when he realized you were an exact carbon copy of your mother? Yes, but standing here, seeing you in her clothes, smiling and happy made it all worth it.
“ Hey Uncle Thor, look! I look like a princess!” You shout, twirling around the room with a large smile on your face.
Frigga and Thor share a look. He then realized that his mother felt the exact same way he did. Only, she didn’t get to see you grow up. Abd her only grandchild, has no idea who she truly is.
“ Oh dear princess moonlight!” Thor says dramatically, “ Pls except the gifts I bear to you!” He reveals the book and a beautiful necklace.
“ Thor...where did you get that book?” Frigga says lowly, recognizing the journal and who it belonged to.
“ Ahh, I may have borrowed it from my brother..” he say nervously
“ Thor!”
“ Mother he will not notice, besides where did you get that dress from?” He shot back a playful smile on his face. Frigga just says and rolls her eyes.
“ Hey..this journal belonged to..” you start to say the name.
“Yes!” Thor said quickly cutting you off, “ it did belong to your mother. When...when she found out she was pregnant with you, she decided that she would write as much about her life as she could...in case..”
“ in case she didn’t make it.” Frigga finished, looking down briefly.
You took the book in your hands, tracing the carvings on the cover. “ So...she’s...”
Thor looks up, realizing he never did make it clear on whether your parents were alive or not.
“ Yes..your mother passed” he said, “ I am truly sorry I never told you y/n..I just..” he sighs “ I was being selfish.. I didn’t want to relive that moment.”
You stay quiet. You don’t know what to think. Deep down you had the feeling that she wasn’t alive, from the little bits that Thor told you, she wasn’t the kind of person that gave away her children. But hearing it be confirmed, it hurt. Knowing your uncle was keeping it and many other things a secret hurt as well, but you understood. You saw the pain in his eyes as he told you stories of your mother and the pain now. You wonder...
“I understand why you didn’t tell me, don’t worry about it” you say, flashing a smile at him, the squeezing Frigga's hand. “ Are we going to eat? Cause I’m starving!”
Frigga laughs,” Supper will be served in an hour, I trust you can hold out till then?”
“ Yes ma'am! Do you mind if I explore the grounds then? I think my curiosity is getting the best of me”
That’s when Frigga realized that you may look like your mother and sometimes it’s terrifying how similar you act, but you were your own person. Your mother...she was never the adventurous woman. She read about them, but never felt the urge to go out and explore. You, you seem curious about the world around you.
“ Of course! But I beg of you, please don’t get your gown dirty.”
“ cross my heart” you say with a smile.
“Y/n” Thor says with a warning tone, “ I know how you are when you get bored at Tony's galas.”
“Uncle Thor, I promise! Besides, this dress is wayy too nice to mess up”
He looks you in the eye for a bit then smiles, “well alright then, go on”
You smile, then grab a shoulder bag that was laying around the room and put the book inside and your phone (that surprisingly still worked). Then you skipped out the room, an adventurous look in your eyes.
Frigga sighed, “ Thor... why did you bring her here?
“She has powers. Ice powers.”
Frigga's eyes widened, “ What do you mean?”
“On her birthday, she wasn’t feeling well, she was cold all day. And when she was put under stress, she turned a light blue and shot snow out of her hands.”
Silence takes over the room.
“We must take her to see Odin” 
“I know.”
“We have to tell her who her parents are.”
This time Thor sighs. “I know.” 
“Do you think that will be the only power she’ll possess?”
“Who can tell, we don’t know much about her mothers side of the family. But she was powerful, even if she didn’t show it. And Loki...”
Another silence filled the room. 
“ Do you think she might run into Loki?”
“No, I told him royalty was coming to visit, there’s no way he’d leave his room.”
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Loki POV
Loki left his room.
He felt as if something was off. There was a presence in the palace that he hasn’t felt in...years.
He decides to go find his mother, she would most likely know what’s going on. Plus, he hasn’t seen her since the morning.
So, even though every part of his being does not want to encounter the visiting royalty Thor spoke of, he left the room.
As he walked through the hallways, he noticed the atmosphere felt...happy. The servants were bustling and smiling, something that was rare now. As he passed by, they stopped chattering and stared at him. Which was slightly unusual, but he brushed it off at first. It was when he heard the name “y/n” whispered a little too loudly. 
He turned to glare at the woman who dared to utter the name when a body bumped into him. 
“Sorry mister!” then in a flurry of brown, pink, and gold the person was gone. 
Loki was frozen on the spot. He could’ve sworn that...
“No” He thought, “ Its impossible” 
Then he shook his head and kept walking, determined to find his mother. But as he walked, he couldn’t help but feel as if he didn’t know something everyone else knew. 
He finally found his mother and Thor, in a guest room of all places. 
“Mother.” Loki said, “I have been looking for you everywhere.” 
“No way he’d leave his room Thor?” She muttered to Thor as he paled. 
“Loki! It’s wonderful to see you out. What was it that you needed?” She said with a smile. 
“Is it me, or are the servants acting strange?” He asks, “ I heard them talking about..”
Thor holds his breath, even though he knows what his brother is about to say.
“About Y/n” 
Frigga sighs, looking at her sons,” Thor, you have to tell him.”
“Mother..” “Tell me what?”
“He has a right to know.”
“Of course he does, I just worry about-”
“It’s better to do it now than when she’s in the room, or have him figure it out on his own”
“What are you two talking about?”
Thor looks over to Loki and sighs. 
“Brother, perhaps you should sit down.” 
Loki, not understanding what going on was about to argue, but then he saw the look on his mothers face. so he sat on the bed. 
That’s when he noticed the a bag on the floor. 
It was a beige bag that had footsteps all over it and the words “Marauders map” on it. 
“That is a Midgardian bag.”  Loki states, “ Harry something, is it not?”
Thor freezes looking at the bag you had left on the floor
“Yes...That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Well, go on.”
“Loki...Brother...remember that night sixteen years ago-”
“I do not want to talk about it, I have told you this time and time again!” Loki shouts as he stands up from the bed, starting to walk to the door.
“Damnit Loki! Sit down and listen to me!” Thor shouts, surprising both Frigga and Loki. “I am tired of lying to her because you were too cowardly to raise her on your own! You will listen to me now.”
Loki squints at his brother, "What are you talking about?”
“Your daughter Loki. Y/n.”
“Thor..”
“NO, for sixteen years, she has been raised by me and the Avengers. And now she has shown that she has powers. Ice powers to be more specific.”
Loki’s eyes widen at the information. He knew that it was Thor who ultimately got rid of the girl. But that's all he knew, all he cared to know. Now he’s finding out that Thor and his...band of Midgardian friends have been raising her. On top of that, she seems to have inherited his Jotunheim blood. 
“Why are you telling me this...” Thor stays silent. 
“Thor.” Loki says, “Who’s bag is that?” 
“Loki...” Thor says softly, “ I think you know who it belongs to.” 
“She’s here?” Loki asks emotions not showing. 
“Yes, but Loki she has no idea who you are.”
“Good. I want nothing to do with that...that--” 
“Careful how you speak of her brother. Remember, I am the one who raised her.”
“Then I am certain she has no redeeming qualities.” Loki deadpans. 
“You do not know anything about her” Thor argues back, “ If I had it my way, you would.t have known she was here until she was gone.”
“Well, I am glad we can agree on something.”
“You-”
“That’s enough. Both of you.” Frigga finally says, silencing the men.” Now Loki, I have kept quiet about the decisions you made and continue to make. But enough is enough. That child has had to grow up without knowing her parents and heritage. I for one, intend for her to learn it, with or without you.” She sighs looking at her son.
“You have suffered a terrible loss, not only your wife, but the chance to have raised that beautiful child.” And with that, Frigga left the room. 
There was a beat of silence, then Loki spoke
“So, she was with you then?”
“Yes.” Thor said simply, “ She doesn’t know about you or her mother...well she doesn’t know anything about you.”
“So you told her about-” 
“Bits and pieces. It is kind of hard to explain that her father sent her away because her mother died giving birth to her.”
“She should know. Know how she killed her--”
“She did no such thing. Loki she was an infant.”
“It doesn't matter, my wife is gone because of her.”
That’s when Thor exploded.
“YOUR WIFE KNEW SHE WAS GOING TO DIE.”
“wha..what are you talking about?”
“She knew brother. She didn’t tell you but she knew.”
“I don’t understand, why would she..”
“Because, she loved that child. She loved Y/n”
Loki tears up at the thought. The whole time, the whole pregnancy, she knew. She knew she was going to leave him. That he would mourn her. But she carried on anyway. That's why she wrote in that damn book all the time. 
***Flash back****
“My love, why, pray tell are you writing in that book again?”
A smile forms on her face, "Because darling, I want our child to know how much it is loved by their mother. How anxiously I await their arrival.”
Loki smiles, not understanding his wifes antics, “Well in that case, make it known how much they are loved by their father.”
***
Loki stands and walks out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Thor shouts at his brothers back.
“I need to be alone. Don’t worry, the child will not be harmed.”
And with that, Loki disappeared.
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Y/ns POV
During your exploration of the castle, you ran into some of the staff. After many apologies, you managed to introduce yourself. But it seems that the particular woman you ran into knew who you were. It was weird but added to your theory.
She directed you to the garden, saying that it was the largest in all of Asgard, so of course you had to check it out.
So there you were. You were surprised to find that it was actually pretty large. You walked around, taking in the scenery and all the plants that didn’t exist on earth. You took pictures for Tony and Bucky, they’re probably worried sick.
After a while, you got bored and decided to find a place to sit, you wanted to read that journal Thor gave you. So you found a quiet spot, it was tucked away behind some trees but it was perfect. A small gazebo, covered in wilting flowers. It was old, chipped paint came off when you put your hand on it. It creaked when you sat down on the wooden bench.  
That's when you noticed it. The letter L and another that was too faded to tell. You shrugged it off, digging in the bag for the journal, your headphones and the pastry you stole from the kitchens earlier. You settled in, playing some music and started reading. You got two pages in when your favorite song came on. Unable to resist, you started singing along. 
Getting lost in the music, you didn’t notice that the flowers started to perk up. The color started to come back and they blossomed. The gazebo itself looked as if it was freshly painted. 
Like magic.
Your singing caught the attention of another who came to the garden to be alone.
“What are you doing here?”
You jump, ice shooting out of your hands 
The person dodged it, but looked at you in surprise.
“Y/n” They whispered. That’s when you recognized him.
“Oh hey, I bumped into you earlier huh?” 
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General POV
Loki was speechless. At first when he heard the singing, he thought someone was trespassing. Everyone knew they weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the gazebo. That was her favorite spot. 
So, he marched over, about to yell at the figure that dared to be in the space he and his beloved used to enjoy. That's when you turned around.
He thought he was seeing a ghost at first. That he had died and his beloved was waiting for him. But then he realized that this person shot ice out of their hand. And that’s when it hit him.
“y/n’
“Oh hey, i bumped into you earlier huh?”
Loki stayed quiet, still looking over your features. Realizing that the baby he sent away was now a teenager and had no idea who he was.he didn’t know what to say to you. How to explain that even though he could have raised you, he decided to selfishly sent you way. That the very sight of you had enraged him so much that he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes.
Emotions flooded his body as he looked at you. Remebering how excited he was to be a father. To raise a child with his true love.How he felt the night she died, before she could even hold you in her arms. 
Then he spoke, “You..you look so much like your mother...”
Then he broke down, crying as you ran to his side, wondering who this man was, and how he knew your mother.
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sirensplayhouse · 3 years ago
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hey siren! this is a non loa question yet you can give me an loa answer if you want. im sorry its pretty long
im worried about my future. i want to be a dentist ever since i was young and now as a grade 12 student i have no idea what courses i need to take as a highschool graduate.
i live in Ontario Canada so the field is wayy too competitive and my only option is UofT which is soo hard to get in to, let alone its DENTAL program.
i dont have a different option cause i didn't take grade 11 and 12 physics to apply to medical school( cause I didn't need it for dental)
i have looked up the requirements for the UofT dental school, but i cant find universities thats offer the undergraduate courses needed to fulfill the requirements.
i still haven't applied to university since i want to apply to the proper courses i need to enter dental school later on.
ive been trying to manifest that york university to have a dental program yet they still dont have it and i dont have much time since i have to apply to uni ASAP
if you can help me find universities in Ontario that offer the courses i need to get into the UofT dental school later PLEASE let me know.
can i be 🪥 anon?
the problem is you’ve been “trying to manifest” your never trying to manifest you are manifesting love . just take a deep breathe and relax you can simply affirm that you’ll find a college that meets all your requirements and everytime you think about it , think about how lucky you were to find a program that meets all your requirements in such a short amount of time.
and OFC YOU CAN LOVE WHAT TYPE OF QUESTION IS THAT WELCOME TO THE FAMILY HAPPY TO HAVE YOU🫶🏾🕺🏾
keep me updated ofc , and if you have any more questions don’t hesitate to ask them
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sunookkii · 4 years ago
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Hi hi loveeee~ can you please write a super SUPER cheesy Jay and Sunghoon fic? Like Y/n’s cute and bubbly and Jay is her bestfriend, then Sunghoon will sometimes flirt cause he likes her?? (But ofc Jay gets jealous 😣)
(Also SH being kind of a bad boy, ughhh the classic opposites)
Also! I love your layout, so cute!! 💗💗
a/n : STOP IS THIS FRIENDS TO LOVERS?? CUTE please I’m literally melting over how cute this imagine idea is, I’ll try my best!! TT I hope you like it! Also thank uu you’re so sweet,, I’m getting so many compliments today it’s making me so happy 😭💖 [there might or might not be some mistakes in the wording SORRY beforehand oops, and i kind of forgot to make Sunghoon the bad boy type sorrryy^cue jakes sorry voice]
Master link here
three words : I love you
Pairing : Jay x Fem. Reader
Genre : friends to lovers?
Warnings : none [short oneshot]
Requested : yess I can’t get over this cute idea
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You’ve been friends with the popular kid Jay Park for a really long time, you two basically have been friends since grade one. The first time you guys interacted was when you were a new kid at school and didn’t have much friends until Jay saw you alone and asked you to come sit with him and his friends at lunch time. Ever since then you and Jay have become inseparable, he was always a sweet person ever since he was a child and it was something you really loved and cherished about him~ you were a little similar as him, though you were more bubbly and cute while he was calm and his physical appearance was more of a cool boy type. Everyone who met you simply adored you because of your charming unique personality, but at times you can be a little clueless when it came to love and such. You also had a friend named Sunghoon who was a perfect fit to your friend group, though he gradually caught feelings for you not too long ago. And unfortunately for Sunghoon you had a crush on Jay, but you never told him because you were always scared to ruin the friendship you two already had,,,,soooo you always kept it on a downlow. But it would be wayy obvious at times since you can’t keep your emotions to yourself 💔 fortunately for you, Jay also had the returning feeling but like I said before you were clueless- another thing was that Sunghoon would always throw compliments at you and flirting with you giving you all sorts of hints that he was into you but you never caught on 😔
♡ ♡ ♡ time scape ♡ ♡ ♡
You were out shopping with the two boys since they were both really into clothes and fashion, especially your bestfriend Jay. You loved going shopping with him since he gave you tips and his style was always just *chefs kiss
You were wearing this pretty outfit today which lead to Sunghoon literally unintentionally stealing some glances, until he finally built up the courage to say something to you,,, and maybe even ask you out?
“Y/n you look pretty today” he said as if it was nothing pushing his hair pack then putting his hand in his pocket.
“Thanks!” He was a little flustered after you said ‘thanks’ to him but tbh anything you do can easily make him blush-
“Do you sorta want to go get coffee or something later?” (Sorry I didn’t really know what to put in for a date TT)
“Yeah su-!”
You were about to finish your sentence until Jay came out of nowhere wrapping his arms around your shoulder completely throwing you off,
“Ahh sorry Hoon y/n promised me she’d hang out with me today.” He said
“Ohh, but you always get to hang with her let me take her out once just for today!”
“Sorry can’t do that!”
“Ok fine~ next time then bye y/n!” Sunghoon leaving a bit disappointed,
“Bye?” Right when you saw Sunghoon leave you turn your face facing Jay wanting an explanation but to your luck he just grabbed your hand and went with it, you thought to yourself wtf just happened- was Jay jealous or something, nah he couldn’t be? He just thinks of me as a friend.
“Come with me I wanted to take you somewhere, its a surprise.” He grabbed your hand intertwining it with his causing butterfly’s to grow in your stomach.
He was driving you somewhere at this unknown place, it became dark outside quickly since it was a pretty long drive. You two finally arrived at the place he wanted to take you, you went out of his car and saw bright stars and this oddly beautiful field you have never seen before, is his what he wanted to show you? It’s gorgeous. You thought to yourself looking around the place like a curious smiley child.
“Here, we’re here isn’t it pretty?”
“Wahhh it’s beautiful, why did you take me here?”
“I don’t really know why to be honest.. (He lies down on the fluffy grass guiding you to lie down next to him) I- I guess I just wanted to watch the stars with you..” he says hoping you heard but didn’t at the same time
“YAH Jay Park! Do you have a crush on me or something” you say jokingly but not really joking since you had a small crush on him too- and you wanted to know his answer..
“Uh uh- NO!” He lightly hesitated
“Jay are you lying why are you so defensive all of a sudden?” You giggle a bit finding it cute that the small question made him flustered
You felt brave and leaned your face closer to his meeting your eyes, you didn’t know what you were trying to do but you just went with it,
As you two were getting lost in each others eyes he started to speak stuttering a bit before answering your previous question “I- I do”
since you two were centimetres apart barely any space between your faces, you decided to go in for a deep kiss, “i love y’know” “i love you too”
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uh-velkommen · 4 years ago
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The White Lotus, HBOMax
Alright four episodes in and things are finally starting to ramp up. My face throughout the whole episode was stuck on discomfort. This show packs so much tension in every 45 minutes that I'm constantly waiting for somebody to pop off or something crazy to happen but instead we get teased with the smallest little plot pusher. Which is working. I'm officially intrigued. I do wish I knew the overall point of the show because that's what would've helped me decide if I wanted to keep up with but now my determination to find out how this all ends is doing just that...
Character breakdown + Spoilers/Predictions
Armond: The manager of the White Lotus resort. I love him in all his poor choices. He's just constant chaos simply because he has the power to create it. He's also the biggest driver of drama. He lies a lot, almost pathologically, and he will carry those lies to the grave for no real reason.
Nicole Mossbacher: Resort guest, Mark's wife, and Olivia and Quinn's mom. She's a pretty basic character who is teased about possibly having OCD and working during vacation. She was pretty chill in the first 2 episodes but every once in a while she says things that gives off I'm a centrist but my views lean a little more conservative.
Mark Mossbacher: In the beginning he's stressing about possibly having testicular cancer because his father died of cancer... Turns out his father had AIDs. He has a depressive episode over his dad being gay and then, while drunk, he inadvertently comes onto the Armond. The next day Armond tests the waters with Sober Mark and we get uncomfortably funny scenes of Armond coming onto Mark in front of the whole family. Mark's a very passive dude who doesn't do anything exciting in the show but we just find out that he has, in the past, repeatedly cheated on his wife and didn't tell her (he told his son that he did tell Nicole but I don't believe it) I think his theme is just being genuinely unhappy with his life at the moment.
Olivia Mossbacher: She's a college sophmore and has many moments where she calls out her parents questionable statements. She carries herself with a weird nonchalance where you'd think she's a mean girl but she's only ever expectedly mean to her brother. However, she brought along her friend Paula and we start to see that their friendship is built on some unspoken competition. The girls do tons of drugs on vacay until Armond gets his hands on them and breaks his 5 year sobriety. This is when and why shit starts to hit the fan. They know he stole the drugs but because everyone avoids admitting to having illegal drugs, no one is ever outright accused.
Paula: Olivia's poc friend, possible hypochondriac, and supplier of drugs, has secret rendezvous with one of the Hawaiian native resort workers. She refuses to say anything when asked about her nightly disappearances but Olivia knows why or for whom Paula keeps sneaking off. We learn that Paula doesn't want Olivia to know about her and her beau because Olivia always wants what she has. My theory is that this wouldn't be the first time Olivia has stolen a partner of hers and I think now because Paula isn't admitting to hooking up with this guy, Olivia is gonna steal him and use Paula's secrecy as a way of blame.
Quinn Mossbacher: Involuntary loner in my opinion. He comes off as a classic video game nerd, obsessed with the internet, cant live without his Switch and Fortnite. He doesn't have any friends and he takes all the teasing from Olivia and Paula without a fuss. But he starts sleeping on the beach alone and keeps running into these amazing sights to see. This is where we start to see him blossom and speak up. Its ever so slow but in episode 4 he actually walks up to a group of guys and introduces himself, interested in their boat related sport[?] (Or maybe even the guys themselves🤞) He's also the only one who knows about the Dad's affair and stupidly hints at it at the family dinner (he's just genuinely stupid).
Shane Patton: Also a resort guest and the funniest character to me. He's your run of the mill self-centered male Karen (Kevin if you will) and he arrives at the resort with his wife Rachel. They're on their honeymoon but so many moments make you question why in the hell did these two get married? He is in an unnecessarily one sided battle with Armond. First the resort accidentally downgrades his room. Armond gaslights Shane into thinking that he never purchased the bigger room. Shane gets a receipt. Armond tells him there's a German couple staying in the receipted room longer than Shane and his wife are there so the room will not be ready for them in time. Shane finds out the Germans are actually leaving wayy earlier. Armond apologizes and books them a romantic sunset dinner on a boat. The boat is actually a funeral where a strange grieving woman, named Tanya, fails to spread her mothers ashes in the sea. Shane confronts Armond and asks for Corperate's number. Armond creates a fake business card and when Shane realizes the number is fake, he bursts into Armond's office to find him rimming a coworker while high on Ketamine. Prediction: Armond's gonna get blackmailed for abuse of power in a classic Monicagate manner.
Rachel: Shane's wife. Rachel's a journalist who actually looked up to Nicole (her job as CEO of god knows what puts her in the public eye) but when she finally got to sit with Nicole over lunch, Nicole calls her out for writing an incredibly slut shamey article, claiming that Nicole used her femininity to get her where she is now. This is the first smack in the face that maybe journalism isn't for Rachel. Well that on top of the constant teasing from Shane about her career choices. Shane's family is much more wealthy than Rachel's and he always finds subtle ways to make it known. Shane also pays her no mind, flirting with Olivia and Paula and battling Armond. Even during their arguments (which happens too many times for newlyweds) Shane doesn't look at Rachel and just gives periodic "mhmm"s and "okay"s. Also Rachel hates the Mossbacher family simply because they all seem to be doing better than her.
Now for the boring ones
Tanya McQuoid: An eccentric resort guest (which is a polite way of saying, a weird ass person who is over polite and basically pushes herself into every other character's drama in the most unintentional way, she's also bad at reading the room) She comes off as calm and quiet but we find out that her mother recently passed and she's in Hawaii to spread her mothers ashes. She becomes creepily obsessed with the resort's massage parlor manager, Belinda, after a complimentary massage and suggests becoming a beneficiary so Belinda can open up her own massage parlor. Her "obsession" could possibly just stem from Belinda showing her an act of kindness during a hard time but I know I questioned Tanya's intentions for at least the first two episodes... In episode 4, some random dude, Greg, shows up and invites Tanya to dinner after "accidentally" mistaking her room door for his own. Tanya postpones a business meeting with Belinda so she and Greg can hook up that night. The presence of these characters feel a little out of place. Unlike the Newly Weds and the Mossbacher family, there is not a lot of plot overlap. Tanya will often pop up to converse with the others and brag about Balinda's skills but she doesn't cause any trouble. Tanya's also very wealthy so I definitely thing this "Greg" has some secret plot to take down Tanya or plant something or steal her cash and unfortunately I do not think Belinda will see anything bright in her future. Her plans will be left on the backburner which I say is unfortunate because she's a kind woc who is just trying to do her job and is clearly very skeptical about going into business with this strange, rich white, resort guest.
Honorable Mention
Lani: A Hawaiian native, trainee at the White Lotus. She shows up in episode one as her first day on the job. Later we find out she's also pregnant and goes into a premature labor on the job. She has her baby and disappears for the next three episode. Come back Lani, Armond has just started getting your name right!
Show Themes
The show does touch on conversations of race and class but I would not consider this a political show or one with an agenda (it's satire). I point out the characters of color here because their race becomes a device used to create tension but not in a Token POC kind of way. All the characters are rich and they are shamed for it by the show writers. By this I mean nobody is spitting in their faces and calling them Climate Killers but the choices the characters make, the things they say, and the way they act gives the viewer something to laugh at. Their ignorant entitlement juxtaposing with the beautiful Hawaiian beaches and tragic Hawaiian history creates an underlying experience of, look at these rich people not having a good time and they can't even realize why! As for the characters, there is plenty of time to sit back and question, is this character a good person, who's the real antagonist, how do these stories intertwine, who do we root for What story is attempting to be told here? What is the message!?
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rosedhall · 4 years ago
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do you have any thoughts abt jaya?
Okay, so initial preface is that I don't actually really care deeply about how anyone else chooses to portray this relationship, these are just my own thoughts and how I like to interpret or present the two of them, specifically romantically in this context. If you have a different way of doing so, that's cool, I'm just very into overthinking dynamics and it doesn't really to bother me what other people do with them- so take this as my own thoughts in portrayal; alright epic.
I want to start off with the inevitable: "fixing/saving" Jimmy as a dynamic and inadvertently woobifying him is one of those things that generally causes me a bit of distaste in some presentation of these two, but I do think it's key to note that it's a trope I'm not particularly keen to fall into personally so this may originate from a preference. Let's be frank in that Jimmy has issues, issues that extend beyond even his demonic possession. The man is not very stable; he's pushy, unnerving, overtly a bit of a leer, manic and socially illiterate (I am too because I'm autistic, but it becomes an issue when you're making women feel unsafe with it and Maya evidently), they're traits which make him a fucking brilliant character but in equal measure a demanding person. And I feel removing those aspects to fit in the ship does Huld's performance and Tim's writing a disservice, equally, utilising Maya as a tool to alter him for the better is unfair in similar respects. I think Jimmy is at his most fun when he is making people feel uncomfortable; do you see how quickly people get endeared to him within the first cutscene? It's grand characterisation.
Maya is her own character too, with her own ambitions, and reducing her down to a trope wherein she has to help a man capable of seeking therapy himself but refusing to do as much is kind of unfair to her, it goes into some places which causes issues and is kind of ooc - given that she explicitly chooses to leave given the option: because of course she would, poor woman. If you wanted to touch on the flaws of that sort of "saving" story then I completely respect it but uncritically only having Maya about to be an untrained support system feels inadequate to her character potential to me: obviously partners help each other, but your partner isn't your therapist and that could and should be discussed with this sort of relationship. If you're writing Jimmy as manipulative in regards to him leaning in on the "you can fix me" narrative, I think that goes hard and acts as a sound criticism if you have dramatic irony running alongside it y'know. I think Maya is great in that she CAN help with the possession, she's a medium, but even Huld has mentioned that Jimmy's problems run wayy deeper and they have to be touched on.
I think it's why I am kind of partial to: "Jimmy Hall's weird crush on poor Maya, who is trying to get a degree, dammit" as a dynamic, specifically.
Stripping Maya of autonomy kind of goes hand-in-hand with the previous issue, I have with some presentations or interpretations of Maya as this immediately smitten... almost personality void who serves to be an object to be fawned over or someone to fawn over Jimmy. She has her own problems, she's blunt and kind of apathetic - presumably because she's been seeing dead people and channelling their memories for fuck knows how long, which must take a mental toll. Her own problems have never seemed as touched upon by the fandom, which sucks, I think there's potential there - hell, maybe it could serve as a point to flip the "woman fixes broken man" trope on its head and portray how Jimmy could help her with the turmoil of seeing dead people constantly, could be a fun Jaya prospect for those who ar interested in promts. Maya and her character are just as important in this ship and I think it should be touched on more in mutual presentations of it.
I can seen Jaya or whatever as one-sided particularly, given that it's essentially canon, although it's unknown if that stems from whatever is possessing him or Jimmy himself. But in equal parts, if you can find a way to mellow Jimmy to a state where he wouldn't be detrimental to Maya whilst keeping him bizarre then I completely fuck with the concept.
How I would portray it in a mutual way is kind of an interesting question... I think it's important for Jimmy to have some semblance of stability because Maya's smart enough to keep clear of him when he's behaving tumultuously. Like I said above, I don't want Maya to have this " obligation " to save Jimmy because it's not her job and she's her own person. I think there's potential to be explored in how they can assist each other without encroaching on the obsession Jimmy displays in-game.
As for if I " ship " it, I don't know if that's the best term for me to use? I like the dynamic but it's hardly typical and I am not keen on the prospect of losing the disconcerting aspect of their relationship or lack thereof as it's what makes it so unique and fun to explore. I think I do, but not in the typical manner, I don't want to alter the characters so much to just produce a sappy ship which doesn't have a parallel in-canon (hey, that's what I use Roseharvey for lmao - simplifying of course, this ask isn't about that ship). I love the characters and therefore I love portrayals of the ship which amplify their quirks, flaws and of course some of their positive traits, and the potential issues that arise from having the both of them in a romantic relationship, I feel like glossing over the obvious pitfalls a relationship like that may have only does the characters a disservice, so if I were to present Jaya in a mutual or even one-sided manner I would always feel inclined to tackle them first. Of course do whatever you please and take my opinion as just that.
I don't particularly have a closing statement, so take this rambling as you will *peace sign*.
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jensungf · 5 years ago
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𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 🌌 𝐡.𝐫𝐣
summary: he was your best friend. you should’ve been happy when he went to go ask that girl whether or not she was his soulmate. so why was the universe pulling at your heartstrings now?
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pairing: reader x best friend!huang renjun genre: fluff + soulmate!au word count: 1.6k warnings: none
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6:23pm. you rolled your eyes as you read the time. where the hell was he?
your focus drifts to the onyx swirls dotted on your wrist, and you subconsciously trace all the scribbles making up your tattoo. you had been impatiently tapping your foot for what felt like forever, but in actuality, was about ten minutes. maybe i should just leave, you thought ruefully as the digit on your lit-up phone screen changed once again.
you had been through this too many times for you to simply count with your fingers. it was almost like clockwork at this point. despite this only beginning months ago, you knew the cycle. renjun would encounter someone, and would feel compelled to chase them down and ask if they were possibly his soulmate. unfortunately, it always ended in rejection.
you were always the one to comfort him when he returned with the same answer like always— that they had found their soulmate or they didn’t feel any connection at all. despite your annoyance of having to be inconvenienced at random hours of the day and having your quality time with him interrupted, you knew deep down it hurt you just as much as it hurt him.
yet you never once considered the reality that perhaps he would actually find his soulmate one day, and how that mere possibility would change your entire life.
if renjun was seriously going to confront that girl with a simple question of whether or not she was his soulmate, what was taking them so long? surely he would’ve texted you by now if he was successful, knowing you were still waiting for him. or at least let you know he was on his way back.
you winced at the thought that he might be too busy engaging in other endeavors, ones that involved less talking and more touching. you shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of those thoughts, burying the odd feelings that made your stomach twist and turn. no, that wasn’t the renjun you knew. he wouldn’t be as daring as that despite his growing impatience to find his soulmate. besides, you wanted him to find his soulmate. there was no reason for your heart to twinge at the chance that maybe this time was the right time. you were his best friend. you were supposed to be happy for him, and hope for the best.
you hastily unlocked your phone, typing out a very annoyed albeit passive aggressive text to your heck of a best friend who decided to abandon you in the middle of your weekly dinner date to chase down a girl. you should’ve just left him moments ago, yet your feet stay planted in your spot outside the moomin plushie store.
“stupid renjun,” you muttered under your breath as you realized that the sky was beginning to settle into a hazy cloud of purple and pink. dusk was always your favorite time of day, yet you couldn’t help but feel a bit embittered that renjun wasn’t here with you to enjoy the view with. just when you were about to click send, a shadow casts over your figure and you lift your head.
“hey,” renjun says simply. his hands are shoved deep into his cream-colored denim jacket and he gazes at the sky instead of at you, causing you to stare quizzically at him.
“so....” you cock your head at his silence and wait for him to answer the obvious question. however, he makes no move to look you in the eyes. you hesitate, unsure what to do at your best friend’s abnormal silence.
usually he would be telling you that it wasn’t the right person and he had made a fool out of himself again or something along those lines, but this time, he remained silent. his eyes still avoid yours and you feel panic bubbling up in your chest. why was he acting like this? had something gone wrong?
“can i... try something?” he breaks the silence, asking quietly, almost as if he would break glass if he spoke any louder. he leans in slowly, and you freeze, your breath hitching. your mind screams for you to move away, to question what he was doing and whether he was in his right mind. yet your heart palpitates erratically and you make no move to turn away. his dark brown eyes gaze into yours, and you feel your head spinning.
despite your daze, you somehow feel your head nod ever so slightly, almost out of pure instinct with no control of your own body.
albeit with great reluctance, renjun takes this opportunity daringly. he closes the gap separating you both and gently presses his lips against yours. you melt into his warmth, closing your eyes as your hands subconsciously reach up to pull him in closer by gripping his jacket. his hands raise up to gently cradle your head and his lips feel like velvet, pliant against your own. the kiss is delicate yet firm, all hesitance dissipating as the seconds pass. you both pull away for air, but it felt as if you had just taken a deep breath of air for the very first time in your life.
people had told you about how they felt when they found the one, and you had never understood what they meant about how one person could make them feel just right until that very moment. how complete you had felt. your heart tugs almost as if you had finally crossed the thin line separating you from friends and lovers, something you never knew your heart had been aching for until now. you had always had renjun in your life, but you never knew how much he made you feel whole until this very moment. like he was the last missing puzzle piece that had finally found its place in your life, and nothing more could rival the feeling of this very moment.
he rests his forehead against yours and smiles meekly. your head was still reeling, and renjun moved his hand to gently cup your cheek. your mouth opens ajar, as you wrack your mind for the right words to say. “i… what? injunnie—”
he cuts you off by pressing another soft kiss to your lips. your eyes widen at his impulsive action, taken aback by how uncharacteristic that was. “i know you have a lot of questions, but i couldn’t resist,” he admits as pink dusts his cheek.
he entwines his hand with yours, fitting like two puzzle pieces as he leads you to the park bench. he looks up at the hazy sky once again with admiration before explaining.
“i never understood why it was so difficult to find my soulmate, when my tattoo was one of the more common ones,” he confesses as he glanced down to his moon tattoo. although it was indeed not as uncommon as yours, you had always admired the beauty it held, how beautifully and different it was drawn compared to the generic crescent symbols you had seen before.
it was as if renjun had drawn it with his own hand, with every tiny detail matching precisely with his art, his masterpieces. you look at yours, your wrist adorned with tiny scribbles of planets, stars, and even the sun scattered around all in one area.
suddenly it dawns on you. the space separating the sun and planets and stars is no longer empty, instead replaced with a replica of a moon. 
renjun’s moon.
“ever since we reunited with each other, i’ve been feeling more and more desperate to find them because i couldn’t help but feel something towards you, and i couldn’t live knowing you weren’t mine. at least— not until now.”
renjun is absolutely glowing when you look up at him.
“i guess you’re my universe, y/n,” he scoffs with a smile. his eyes meet yours, but despite the firmness in his voice, his telltale signs of embarrassment say otherwise.
and you believe him, because when he smiles at you, it’s as if you were the one who put the sun and moon and stars in the sky, as if you were the center of his galaxy. as if you were his universe.
“i never realized how much i needed you, until i saw that girl. she told me that she was the sun to someone else’s galaxy, and that’s when i realized that i had been trying to push away the pull towards someone who was always beside me for too long. somehow who should’ve been with me all along.”
you both locked eyes before bursting into laughter at his cringeworthy yet heartwarming confession. “when did you become such a cheeseball?” you snort. he locks you in a loving chokehold and your heart nearly skips a beat.
“we both wasted our time, didn’t we?” you remark with a carefree smile. all the worries, the gut feeling that made your head spin, the questions of why you couldn’t feel happy when it came to not having him, disappears within a simple kiss. the puzzle was done. the masterpiece was completed, but what was funny was the mere fact that you had no idea anything was even missing in the first place. you looked down at his wrist, now full with doodles of your galaxy. it glowed just like yours.
“we can make up for lost time.”
you nod and bask in his presence, gazing up at the stars scattered across and the luminescent moon peeking out against the darkness of twilight sky.
soulmates were an odd thing— to simply leave it up to a mere tattoo to connect you both when you had been connected since the very beginning. but you couldn’t have asked for anything more, when fate had already decided that you were his universe, and he was your moon.
you completed each other.
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author’s note: i wrote this for @yongiefilms to thank her for being such a good friend and also bc i needed an excuse to post smth while i work on my main wip! i seem to have a curse where i cant write blurbs cus they end up turning into drabbles. oops? also i spent wayy more time on the header than the actual story lol ANYWAYS yay to my first renjun fic <3
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