#the next season... of creative expression!!!

[evercelle]

How do you do anatomy? And when you get artblock, what are you doing?

anatomy: make stuff up use references, observe bodies in art + media + ur everyday life, look at anatomy notes! i got taco1704's book (it's in KR and EN) but they also posted a lot of it online; simodasketch and kawaiisensei also have a lot of excellent diagrams. and sometimes i really do just make stuff up

artblock: that's harder to answer :') i got pretty burned out and couldn't draw anything good for what felt like months, even though i tried every day... if you get stuck, i think it's probably better to take a break and go consume instead of create for awhile. i played a bunch dawntrail/fields of mistria and started reading orv until the worms came back home haha. recharge ur battery and look for new inspiration...!

[wisesoultarot]

Your life in the next 3 months

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You might find yourself grappling with body image issues or feelings of low self-worth, which can often manifest in a preoccupation with your appearance. This focus on looks may lead you to scrutinize every detail of your physical self, from your skin and hair to your fashion choices. As you navigate these feelings, you may become increasingly aware of societal standards of beauty and how they influence your self-perception.

This heightened self-awareness can serve as a double-edged sword; while it may initially lead to feelings of inadequacy, it can also ignite a powerful desire for change. You may begin to seek out ways to enhance your well-being, whether through adopting healthier lifestyle habits, exploring new fashion styles that resonate with your personality, or investing time in self-care practices that nurture your body and mind.

As you embark on this journey of self-discovery and transformation, you may find that embracing your unique features—your skin tone, hair texture, and body shape—becomes a source of empowerment. This process can help you cultivate a deeper appreciation for yourself, allowing you to celebrate your individuality rather than conforming to external expectations.

With each step you take towards self-acceptance, you may notice a shift in your confidence levels. The more you prioritize your health and well-being, the more you may feel empowered to express yourself authentically through your appearance. Ultimately, this journey can lead to a profound sense of liberation, enabling you to embrace your true self with pride and confidence, regardless of societal pressures or beauty standards.

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I can sense your heart and spirit brimming with an overwhelming sense of joy, happiness, positivity, and optimism. It’s as if you are a vessel overflowing with light, ready to embrace all the wonderful experiences life has to offer. You are wholeheartedly committed to embracing deep joy, allowing it to permeate every aspect of your life. This commitment will guide you toward achieving success in your endeavors, whether they be personal, professional, or creative.

As you journey through this vibrant phase, you will find yourself celebrating victories, both big and small, recognizing the importance of each achievement along the way. You will revel in the abundance that surrounds you, appreciating the richness of life and all the blessings it brings. Your focus on enhancing your health will lead you to make choices that nourish your body and mind, fostering a sense of vitality and well-being that radiates from within.

In addition to these profound pursuits, you will also discover a playful side to yourself, allowing for moments of lightheartedness and fun. This playful spirit will invite joy into your daily life, reminding you to savor the little things and find delight in the present moment.

As the seasons change and summer approaches, you will find that your heart opens even wider, leading you to a deeper connection with your soulmate. This connection will be marked by understanding, love, and shared experiences that enrich your lives together. You will truly feel the magic of companionship, as you both embark on a journey filled with love, laughter, and mutual growth. Embrace this beautiful path ahead, for it is filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a fulfilling life.

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You will embody tact, diplomacy, and a sense of balance that will shine through in your interactions with everyone around you, be it friends, coworkers, a romantic partner, or family. Your ability to navigate conversations with grace and understanding will create an atmosphere of warmth and openness, allowing others to feel comfortable and valued in your presence. This skill will not only enhance your relationships but also foster a sense of community wherever you go.

I envision you enjoying social gatherings, celebrating with drinks, and relishing reunions with school or college friends. These moments will be filled with laughter, shared memories, and the joy of reconnecting with those who have played significant roles in your life. You will find yourself surrounded by a vibrant circle of friends, each bringing their unique energy and stories to the table, creating an environment that feels both nostalgic and exhilarating.

As you immerse yourself in these lively interactions, you'll find yourself in a state of pure joy, perhaps the happiest you've ever been. The simple pleasures of life—lively conversations, shared meals, and spontaneous adventures—will fill your days with a sense of fulfillment and contentment. You'll discover a renewed appreciation for the connections you have cultivated over the years, and this will deepen your sense of belonging and happiness.

Amidst this lively group, one individual will capture your heart. This person will stand out, drawing you in with their charm, wit, and shared interests. The two of you will feel an undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that seems to transcend the ordinary. As you spend time together, the chemistry will ignite a whirlwind of passion, romance, and deep connection. You will find yourselves lost in conversations that stretch late into the night, sharing dreams and aspirations, and discovering the beauty of vulnerability in each other’s company.

This blossoming relationship will not only bring excitement but also a profound sense of understanding and support. You will feel seen and appreciated in ways you may not have experienced before, and this connection will encourage you to grow and explore new facets of yourself. Together, you will create cherished memories, embark on adventures, and build a partnership that is both exhilarating and deeply fulfilling. In this journey of love, you will find not just a partner but a confidant, a teammate, and a source of unwavering joy.

[bumblequinn]

hi @sourpatchsquids! thank you for your question.

as an artist with ADHD, i know this struggle very well. unfortunately offering advice on this kind of thing can be tricky, because what works for me may not work for you (and vice versa!). nonetheless, i can try; take whatever works for you, forget the rest, or reshape any part of it as you see fit. :)

but before i offer any actual tools, i have one caveat. i want you to take a moment to reflect and consider if you should be:

changing expectations

the timing of this question seems fated, because just the other day i had a therapy session wherein i expressed my grief and frustration over struggling to work lately due to my seasonal depression. it's not fair that i'm struggling just because it got a little darker outside! i just want the spark i had in the summer! i was so much more consistent!

my therapist's response: nothing about human beings is consistent. we get sick, we get tired, we get hungry and thirsty (and thirsty) and sad and lonely and restless and stressed and overwhelmed. this all gets amplified for folks who are atypical in some way or another.

when my therapist compared our seasonal cycles to those of plants and other animals, who wilt and slow down and hibernate, i protested aloud that i wanted to be a perennial instead. at this she said: even perennials change with the seasons. rose bushes have to be pruned, sometimes down to half their height! it was a dose of perspective i didn't particularly want, but really needed.

so when you're struggling to work through executive dysfunction, burnout, or brain fog, it can help to first check in with yourself about a few things. what do you have the capacity for right now? do you need any accommodation? and if so, what changes you might make to accommodate yourself?

with practice and self reflection, i've learned a handful of specific routines that help me when i'm struggling with creative work, which i'll detail next. note that while your question is specifically about music and i am specifically a musician, i believe that all of these suggestions can apply to most any form of digital creative work.

with that in mind:

#1: work slower

when i'm at the top of my game, i can get a LOT done in a day. but when i'm depressed, fatigued, or distracted, i just can't go full steam. sometimes i'll try to convince myself that i can if i just push harder, but what actually ends up happening is that i'm just fiddling with settings and going in circles rather than moving forward.

instead of that, when i want to work a lot but can't, i try to work slow. how slow? however slow i need to. take four hours to figure out the melody for a single verse. take all day to figure out that drum groove. yeah, i take a lot of breaks in between. who says i have to be my Absolute Most Productive Every Day Or Else? that's the puritan work ethic talking. kill it. be kind to yourself.

i'm reminded of advice i once read about some super successful and prolific author (gaiman? king? pratchett?) who said they wrote only four hundred words every weekday. that's already less than the word count of this post, and i'm only—[travels into the future to check my final word count]... 22.8% of the way through writing it!

now, i don't think i could function that way, because ADHD means some days i'm hyperfocused like crazy, and other days i just have no steam at all (more on that in #4-6). but it seems to me that if even someone highly respected in their profession can achieve what they have with only a little bit of work on a regular basis, maybe i don't have to punish myself for not pumping out a finished work every single week.

doing less work per day means you're much less likely to burn out, which does a lot for working more consistently. if that consistency still doesn't look like a five-day work week, that's okay! as long as it helps you work even a little more often when you want to, it's something worth doing.

however, if you're still feeling truly stuck, all hope isn't lost. you can still try:

#2: switch projects

sometimes the reason i'm moving slow is because of a bad brain day, but sometimes the reason is that i just cannot muster the motivation to do the specific task i'm trying to do right now. ADHD is fueled by novelty and interest, and if i'm not interested in what i'm doing, or it's feeling stale, that's a sign that i need to switch gears.

this is why first it's helpful for me to have more than one project going at a time. this might mean completely unrelated works, or it might just mean related tracks as with the music for a game like SLARPG or susan taxpayer.

the idea here is not to start a dozen different projects and bounce around them like i'm playing whac-a-mole—though i have done that. (i don't recommend it.) the idea here is to have a manageable number of different projects i can be working on so that if i get bored or stuck on something, i have fallback options.

what that number of projects is depends entirely on the week. maybe right now it's two, maybe another time it's three. i would probably be getting carried away if i tried more than that, but that's just my own limit. maybe yours is different. that's something for you to think about.

but it doesn't have to stop there.

#3: switch focus

maybe there is this one project that i just HAVE to work on, but the task i'm trying to do at this stage just isn't coming to me. okay, well, why don't i try working on a different task?

let's say i can't figure out what i want to do with the melody in one part of the song:

what if i try jumping ahead to a different part of the melody? ...no, i'm stumped on melodies today. okay, how about working on the drums instead? ...hmm no, i think i'm just completely tapped out on writing parts right now. alright, what if i organized my tracks, making sure they're all grouped and named in a way that i can work with easily? what if i did a rough volume balance for the mix?

and so on. if that's not enough to shake the off stuckness, i might consider: what can i do to make this project more interesting to me?

what happens if i try using an instrument or effect that i almost never reach for? what if i try sampling something obscure? what if i bang out the drums using my midi keyboard instead of drawing it in on the piano roll?

any approach that breaks me out of my usual habits is bound to get that feeling of novelty and fun back when i need it.

or maybe i can't do any of that right now, and so i take the time to answer a question from a fellow musician instead. i consider that part of my work, too, in a broader sense. check in with yourself and figure out what you can do right now. the rest will still be there later.

but okay, let's say you try switching gears, and switching again, and again, and nothing is moving. you try new approaches, but that wall of awful is insurmountable in this moment. it happens! the next thing you might try is:

#4: learn something new

when you aren't able to make progress on your projects, you can still make progress on your knowledge and craft. i often find this stokes a flame of inspiration in me where there wasn't one before. and even when it doesn't, it still gets my brain out of that feeling of stuckness and dread and into one of thought and action. learning also benefits in the long term because it adds to the well of knowledge from which you draw for all your future works.

for all the awfulness that exists on the internet, it remains an absolute treasure trove of teaching. there's an endless ocean of videos, blog posts, and articles from which you might learn something about your craft. (and if you sail the seven seas, plenty of book PDFs as well. 🦜🏴‍☠️)

it's true that the quality and depth of information out there can vary wildly, but in my experience most resources get at least some things right. and the more you research, practice, and figure out what works for you, the better you will learn to differentiate between the advice worth keeping, and the advice to forget. (that goes for all of what i'm saying here, too!)

that said, since our shared focus is music, a few resources i would highly recommend are:

music theory and composition music matters, 12tone, charles cornell, music with myles, 8-bit music theory, and this introduction by andrew huang

mixing and production dan worrall (especially this series for fabfilter), kush after hours, red means recording, andrew huang, alice yalcin efe, in the mix

general inspiration nahre sol, ben levin, david hilowitz, game score fanfare, posy, jerobeam fenderson, open reel ensemble, and ELECTRONICOS FANTASTICOS!

(if any readers have their own helpful resources for creating music or any other media, feel free to share in the replies & reblogs! 💓)

of course, on an especially bad day, it might be a challenge to seek out information, let alone retain it. that can feel pretty bad, but remember: be kind to yourself. the next thing you might consider trying is:

#5: consume art you love

not just music. books. shows. movies. games. illustration. animation. whatever moves and inspires you.

but do it intentionally. don't just pull up some random thing the algorithm suggested! check in with yourself about what you want (or are able) to engage with right now. choose accordingly. if you get a little way into it and realize it's not scratching that itch, hit the bricks. check in with yourself again. wash, rinse, repeat, until you find whatever it is that speaks to you right now.

and do it actively, if you can. don't just let it go in one eye and out the other! really pay attention to the work. what do you like about it? what are its themes and motifs? what makes it work so well? what are its flaws, and how much do they matter? what might you do differently? you can write notes as you do this if it helps, but even simply noticing and thinking goes a long way.

what you don't want to do is come at this with a lens of shame or envy. you're not here just to say to yourself, "ugh, if only i could do THAT." it's okay if it happens. use that thought as a springboard for curiosity: "well okay, how DID they do that? do i have the resources for it? if so, how could i apply that to my own work? if not, how can i adapt it, or what do i need to learn?" keep your mind open and approach the work with a sense of wonder.

as a creative person, it's very easy to think, "i should be making something right now, not watching a movie!" but that thought forgets something vital: your art is a response in a conversation. of course the "language" you use is your own, and maybe if you're lucky you'll invent a new word. but most of the words you use have been around long before you were born. you're just one voice in a dialogue that spans continents and generations, and that's okay. it's even the whole point.

none of us is an island. we are profoundly social animals. just as we can't live without eating, we can't make without learning. so half of making art is consuming it. consider this part of the process as well.

and finally,

#6: rest, and live your life

let's say you're in really dire straits. you've tried working slower. you tried changing focus, you tried changing projects. you want to take in new information or actively engage with your favorite art, but you're not in the headspace for it. what now?

take a nap. take a walk. take a shower. eat a nice meal, or an okay one. talk to a friend. maybe even do that chore you've been putting off (you know the one).

it's human to always crave making, but you're not a machine—and even if you were, machines need regular maintenance, too! you wouldn't drive a car that's completely out of gas, and you won't do yourself any favors treating your body that way either.

i know that when you take a break it feels as though you're not accomplishing anything, but you are: you're taking care of your animal self. and while you do that, your creative brain doesn't stop working! much like windows, it has countless background processes running at any given moment, with inscrutable names like "cbdhsvc_692da" or "Microsoft Edge Update Service." it's true, i checked.

when you're stuck on a project and you step away to rest, your brain is still chipping away at your ideas unconsciously. i like to tell people, "it's percolating." much like waiting for a pot of water to boil, that idea is still heating up, even when you take a step away. just be sure to check in on it once in a while. the time will pass, and it'll be boiling again before long. :)

before i go, i'll leave you with one last thing to keep in mind as you try all of these strategies:

be kind to yourself.

being human is just about one of the hardest things you can do. let alone being a human trying to survive capitalism while living with disabilities! the last thing you need on top of that is to overwork yourself, talk to yourself negatively, or treat yourself harshly. there are plenty of other people in the world who do that to you—don't be one of them.

i'm not saying that you shouldn't try to challenge yourself, to test your limits and go above and beyond your ambitions, if that's what you want to do. just remember that hard work and self compassion are not mutually exclusive. so be careful not to bully yourself. take pride in the progress you make, even when it seems small. encourage yourself like you would a friend who's going through a hard time. and when you challenge yourself, be your own cheerleader.

i hope you find this advice helpful! remember, this is just what helps me, so don't feel like you have to follow any of it exactly. maybe taking time to learn new information helps break you out of your rut more than working slowly, so you reach for that tool first. maybe having multiple projects going at once is too distracting for you, so you prefer to stick to one at a time. whatever your needs are, feel free to alter and adapt these ideas to fit you.

thank you for reading, and i wish you the best of luck in your creating.

with care, bee 🐦

[glowettee]

⋆february journal prompts for reflections

hey lovelies!! mindy here...

here are some february journal prompts to gently guide your reflections + creative energy 🤍

~ write about the warmth of love in your life. how do you celebrate the small, everyday moments of affection?

~ reflect on a memory that feels like a cozy embrace. what made that moment so unforgettable?

~ explore the idea of self-love this february. list three ways you can nurture your heart every day.

~ jot down what makes your heart flutter. even if it's a song, a scene, or a quiet moment

~ write a letter to your future self about the kind of love you hope to receive + give.

~ describe a ritual that makes this month feel extra special. what little details transform a regular day into magic?

~ imagine a conversation with your heart. what gentle advice does it whisper to you when you need comfort?

~ list moments when you felt truly seen + appreciated. how did these moments shape your sense of self?

~ explore how you express gratitude for the people who fill your life with love. what are you most thankful for rn?

~ write about a challenge that taught you the true meaning of resilience + strength. how can this lesson guide you forward?

~ create a visual journal entry in words. describe the colors, textures, + scents that capture february for you.

~ reflect on what friendship means during this season. whom do you cherish the most, and why?

~ jot down your favorite self-care practices. how do they help you keep your heart nourished during chilly days?

~ write a poem or short story inspired by the beauty of winter transitioning into early spring. let your imagination run free.

~ imagine celebrating love with absolutely no boundaries. how does that ideal version of love make you feel?

~ list three things you admire most about yourself. let each one remind you of your inner glow.

~ explore the concept of vulnerability. what does it mean to open your heart without fear?

~ reflect on the power of words that uplift you. what is one phrase that has stayed with you, guiding you through tough times?

~ write about a dream or goal that feels tender + achievable. how will you nurture it this month?

~ create a gratitude list focused on love; in your heart, your relationships, + the love that surrounds you every day.

sending you the biggest virtual hug + all the good vibes!! hope these prompts bring clarity + warmth to your february moments rn!!

xoxo, mindy 🤍

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[ivesambrose]

🤍 WHAT YOU'RE MANIFESTING NEXT 🤍

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Its likely you've felt rather helpless and alone, as though life has been testing you to the point it feels like a schedule to get to them and tick them off in your mental notepad once done. It is likely you've felt extra strained in your home environment or hometown, you may have attempted to leave but something or the other comes your way. You may have felt consistently blocked or unable to leave or unable to find a solution to a problem you've been facing in regards to your house or family.

A small part of you then decided to turn the worst case scenarios in your favour somehow. One of the ways being, "all of these sufferings will be rewarded. At least, mine will." I imagine you said this to yourself through gritted teeth. I want to tell you that the first thing you're manifesting is learning and accepting that suffering for rewards and accomplishments as poetic as they sound, shouldn't be the default settings you function under.

You're manifesting -

• A solution and clarity. No more illusions that worry you from taking the next step or making a decision.

• A community that allows you to bloom. New friends and network.

• Relocation.

• An end to apathy and boredom.

• An end to turmoil, stagnation and feeling of lack and helplessness.

• The beginning you've been anticipating as everything ends around you.

Timings: The coming 3 months.

Picture 2

You may have felt a lack of proper guidance in your life. That no matter what mentor came through or what ever path you sought to follow, everything somehow got complicated when you looked up to it. So many contradictions and so many lies. So you decided the only constant guidance are your own experiences and intuition. There's a life of adventure you seek, a career that lets you live the way you've wanted, for your words to inspire others without coming off too preachy and pretentious. Life has lacked stability likely due to external forces because you've time and time again done your best to obtain the stability that had been taken away from you. There's an intention you had set some time back and that is finally coming into fruition. Thing is, you knew it was going to happen anyway no matter how dire it seemed, you just needed to water this intention by directing your energy to it. You're manifesting -

• Increase in creativity with the energy to express it as well. Feeling in charge of your life. Leading rather than being led.

• Travelling to foreign locations for higher education or job/career. A career that lets you travel or involves travel.

• More money or increase in finances in general.

• More things or subjects to learn and achieve proficiency in.

Timings : Sooner than you expect. (Likely Gemini season for some)

Picture 3

You don't really shy away from challenges but certain incidents have made you question your faith and entire belief systems, later people and lastly yourself. You're trying to find a middle ground for yourself and also wondering how many transformations till your quiet breakdowns stop. Some of you really want to leave, something that brought you comfort is only bringing you anxiety now and giving you extreme mood swings. It seems as though you're wondering if any efforts you're putting into what you want is even worth it. Quiet your mind for some time. Even for a minute. Till the minutes eventually pass and your mind feels quiet for once. It's okay to have a head full of no thoughts at times. You're manifesting -

• Emotional regulation.

• Better health.

• Luck and expansion.

• Knowledge that you can put into use.

• For some better relationship with a maternal figure or their parents.

• Sudden wealth or unexpected wealth or property.

• Protection from distrustful and downright vindictive energy.

• Success, recognition and enjoying the fruits of your labour. Succeeding in anything you've been wanting to manifest for yourself actually. No extra steps or rules and regulations to follow. Simply acceptance.

Timings: Within 2 months.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

more words for worldbuilding: time (pt. 4)

attribute of duration: ad infinitum, all-time, annual, brief, chronic, concise, constant, continuous, endless, eternal, evanescent, everlasting, fleeting, for keeps, immortal, indefinitely, interminable, laconic, lifelong, long, long-standing, momentary, never-ending, old, ongoing, perennial, perpetual, running, short, short-lived, steady, through, timeless, transient/transitory, unbroken, undying, unflagging, unrelenting, whirlwind

attribute of time: actual, afterward/afterwards, almost, antediluvian, at, behind the times, colonial, concurrent, dilatory, due, early, ever, extemporaneous or extemporary, felicitous, foremost, for keeps, forward, from scratch, gradually, hence, hurried, initial, instantly, irregular, just about, lastly, later, leisurely, meanwhile, narrowly, next, nocturnal, old-fashioned, once and for all, on the double, overdue, pell-mell, perpetual, posthaste, preceding, precipitous/precipitate, previous, primarily, primary/prime, primitive, pristine, promptly, quickly, rapidly, right, sharp, simultaneous, sudden, summarily, swiftly/swift, temporal, thereafter, ultimate, untimely, up-to-date, while, yet

date: anniversary

day: afternoon, anniversary, date, ephemeral, journal, morning, nightly, noon, time

definite period: date, furlough, instant, midnight, noon, sabbatical, shift

division of: day, second

duration: brevity, continuation, endure, extent, halt, remain

frequency: rapidity, sometimes

hour: afternoon, morning, noon, time

indefinite period: age, anytime, bout, breath, convenience, eon, era, future, hiatus, infinity, interlude, interruption, lapse, leisure, lull, millenium, moment, past, period, recess, respite, round, semester, space, spell, stint, suspension, tour, vacation, while

minute: flash, jiffy, tick, wink

month: almanac, gestation, moon, time

part of a day: afternoon, dawn, daybreak, dusk, gloom, morning, nightfall, sunset, twilight

past or future: following, past, previous, succeeding/successive

proximity: immediate, now, succeeding/successive

relative order: follow, succeed

season: autumn, spring, summer, winter

specific: anniversary, date, daybreak, instance, point, yesterday, zero hour

stage of existence: administration, childhood, day, generation, millenium, phase, stage, tenure

stage of life form: adolescence, babyhood, cradle, landmark, lifetime, maternity, prime, spell, youth

temporal association: anachronism, dispatch, eternity, following, haste, past, precedence, previous, rush, succeeding/successive

temporal object: anytime, time

time relative to present: abaft, after, ahead, amid/amidst, antecedent, back, beforehand, belated, bygone, coincident, current, destined, during, ensuing, eventual, fated, first, fore, former, forthwith, historical, immediately, impending, infant/infantile, just, momentarily, nearing, newly, once, present, previous, prior, recent, shortly, soon, subsequent, succeeding/successive, ultimate, until, yet

unit of time measure: day, minute, wink

within a time period: epoch, interval, semester, spell, stretch, while

year: almanac, annual, time, yearly

NOTE

Excerpted from Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Updated and Expanded 3rd Edition, in Dictionary Form, edited by The Princeton Language Institute.

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[judesmoonbeauty]

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕒'𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟚

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Victor: Have you fallen in love with Jude?

Kate: What, uh…..

Victor: Ahaha, your expressions and reaction’s are quite easy to read, it’s adorable.

Victor: So, may I ask why you’ve decided to study after falling in love?

(If I suddenly ask to borrow books on international trade and economics,)

(There’s no way the sharp-eyed Victor wouldn’t have noticed.)

I give up trying to hide and look Victor straight in the eye.

Kate: Knowledge can be a weapon. It can be a means of protection.

Kate: At first, it was just for myself. But I also want to be someone that Jude can rely on.

Kate: Someone to lean on during difficult times and sad times. I thought he’d come to like me after that.

That’s the answer to why my heart’s been acting so crazy the last few days.

Kate: But I have a feeling that I’ll be rejected for being meddlesome.

Victor: I think that sometimes meddling can save someone’s life.

Victor: It’s not the knife or poison that kills, it’s the loneliness.

His jewel-like eyes seemed to cloud for just a moment…..

Kate: ….Victor, do you ever feel lonesome?

Victor: No, I forgot about loneliness a long time ago.

Victor said with a reassuring smile.

[Transitions to the Dining Room]

Jude: Huh, what’s this?

When Jude returned from work, he saw Kate in the dining room slumped over the desk asleep, her face scrunched up…..

Victor: Oh Jude, welcome home. I just brought a blanket for Kate.

Victor: She’s worn out from studying this entire time -

Victor: Oops, anything further is a secret between Kate and I.

Jude: Don’t care, transfer this cost at the end o’ the month.

Victor: With pleasure. Then you handle this.

Jude: What?

Victor pushes the blanket into his hand and leaves with a smile.

Then Jude drops his gaze to the fast asleep Kate…..

Jude: …Tch.

Crudely covering her with the blanket, he goes to leave when something suddenly grabs his sleeve and he turns around.

Jude: ….What’re ya a baby?

Jude stares at Kate, who seized his clothing and an annoyed smile appeared.

That’s when he caught sight of the stack of books scattered on the table.

Jude: …………

What Kate’s trying to learn….for Jude’s sake.

Jude sat down next to Kate, who was still holding onto his clothes.

Jude: …….Really is hopeless.

I had begun to learn things I didn’t know before, like international trade and economics.

However, the book’s contents can occassionally be difficult -

[Transitions to Roger’s Lab]

Roger: The Navigation Act was abolished, allowing other countries ships to enter the market.

Roger: It became a race to see who could get a ship to London the fastest.

Kate: So, that’s the principle behind the Tea Race.

Alfons: It’s seem quite remarkable to think that the winning tea from that race is on this table.

I was supposed to be learning from the knowledgeable Roger.

But before I knew it, everyone was enjoying tea behind me.

Alfons: In comparison to this exquisite, mellow fragrance, all that surrounds us is the scent of smoke and blood.

Alfons: Aren’t we just enjoying our lives these days?

Liam: Ah, I thought the same thing. It’s been a bit of downer not being able to enjoy the season.

Roger: You guys. Quit chit-chatting in my lab.

As Roger expressed his tiredness, the door to the lab simultaneously burst open so hard, it was like it was going to break.

Victor: My darling Crown boys haven’t been enjoying life? That’s a SERIOUS issue!

Roger: No, you can’t just show up too!

Victor: Alright, time for Victor Presents! We’re going to hold an OUT-OF-SEASON-FIREWORKS SHOW- YAY!

Victor: I’ve already arranged to go to William’s private beach. I’m so capable!

(Fireworks, huh?)

It was a slightly unseasonable suggestion, but of course the bored crowd applauded.

Victor: Kate, I’d like to request a task of you.

(A request? What is it?)

[Transitions to Jude’s office]

The task Victor asked of me was -

Jude: If ya both wanna go that bad, then go alone.

Kate: I don’t want to go unless you go too, Jude!

The goal was to bring Jude to the fireworks show.

More precisely, to “bring along both Jude and Ellis” with me.

Ellis immediately, gleefully replied that he would go, so the only problem was Jude.

Ellis: I don’t want to go without Jude either.

Jude: How many times ya gonna say the same thin’. It’s aggrevatin’.

(I figured we’d get push back from Jude….In that case -)

Kate: Jude.

Jude: What is it?

Kate: Lulipia has approached us about selling their new products exclusively to Raven Ltd.

Kate: However, that’s on the condition that Ellis and I are in charge.

Jude lifts an eyebrow in irritation as I unleash a negotiation technique I learned in a book recently.

Jude: Pssh, what. Tryin’ to negotiate with me. How gutsy of ya.

Jude: I’ll go.

Kate: What, really….

Jude: Just thought it’s a good deal considerin’ cost-effectiveness.

Kate: Y-YES!

Ellis: As of expected of you, Kate.

(It was bit of a sneaky way to do it, but at least I’m going out with Jude!)

[Transitions to William’s Private Beach]

Fireworks explode in the sky, making the beach sparkle.

Kate: Wow….!

Elbert: …..It’s beautiful.

It’s not the season, but that doesn’t matter since the fireworks bursting in the night sky are so lovely.

Victor: Bravo! The fireworks disappear in an instant, but the memories of tonight will remain in my heart forever.

As everyone cheers as the fireworks go off in succession, colorful sparks scatter across the beach.

Liam: Kate, come here, come here!

Harrison: Here, this one’s yours.

Kate: Okay!

Just as I going to light the handheld firework I was given, Alfons smiled like he had just thought of something.

Alfons: Ah, I have a wonderful idea.

Alfons: How about the one who can keep theirs buring the longest, gets to command one thing from everyone else.

Roger: Oh, that sounds interesting.

Kate: But, it seems a bit fishy.

Ellis: Now that I think about it, Al was watching the fireworks carefully just now.

Kate: Really, Alfons! Have the fireworks already been tampered with?

Alfons: ……What’s this about now?

William: Haha, it seems the robin understands the Crown members quite a bit now.

In the end, Alfons’ scheme was discovered, the competition was called off and everyone took turns lighting their own fireworks.

(Hm? Jude….)

I found him a short distance away and ran over with some fireworks for him.

Kate: Here, Jude you do some fireworks too.

I lit the fireworks I brought and handed them to him…..

Jude: ………..

Jude silently took them and aimed the sparks at me.

Kate: Hey, don’t point those at people like you’re unaware of it!

Harrison: Wow, that guy’s a…..demon.

Roger: But Jude seems to be having fun too.

Everyone’s faces are lit up by the fleetingly beautiful fireworks.

Out of nowhere, I felt a tightness in my chest.

(Before I knew it, I’ve been included in everyone’s circle.)

The everyone that I was so afraid of.

Jude: What. Whya grinnin’?

Kate: No, it’s nothing. I just think it’s a lot of fun.

Jude: Yer a really carefree princess y-

As if to interrupt what Jude was about to say, a massive firework explodes in the sky.

The large flowers blossoming in the night took our breath away.

William: Victor asked for my advice.

Victor: For a BIG SURPRISE.

Harrison: You guys are pretty flashy…..Well, it’s pretty, though.

Kate: It’s true, it’s beautiful.

Seeing everyone’s smiling faces illuminated by the fireworks, inexplicably warms my heart…..

Liam: I’m definitely going to make the next performance a success - !

Liam suddenly shouted.

Roger: Haha, that’s some determined resolution. Nice.

Roger: I’ll collect all the cursed data from all around the world - !

Kate: Then me too.

(To stand in the same place as Jude does, and to see the same world he does.)

(To become someone Jude can rely on.)

Kate: I’m going to grow even more - !

Jude: What kinda stupid resolution’s that?

Ellis: I want to grow even more too -

Jude: Don’t get any bigger than that, yer gonna be in the way.

Kate: Jude, you’re not going shout a resolution?

Jude: Are ya stupid?

After Jude said that, he gazed at the fireworks that rose and disappeared into the deep blue sky.

I….secretly steal a glance at his profile from beside him.

(….Jude’s expression is dyed with all sorts of colors.)

Jude is like a firework.

It’s fierce, intense, and dangerous if you get too close, but no matter how hard you try to look away, you can’t.

But at the same time, maybe because I’ve been watching Jude for so long, a sense of unease is born in me.

(Just as no firework shines forever, there are times when it seems like Jude will vanish…..)

The profile of the person next to me, seems like he will suddenly disappear without a word to anyone, without leaving anything behind…..

I grabbed him tightly by the sleeve to stop him from going anywhere.

Kate: Jude, I want some ice cream.

Jude: Huh?

Ellis: I want some too.

Alfons: I concur. Then someone should go and - purchase some on our behalf.

Jude: Ah well, guess I’ll go buy it myself.

Alfons: No, no, please allow me to go.

William: Then I’ll do it.

(Huh? What? Should I being offering the same thing!?)

Kate: Oh, I’ll go buy it!

Jude: Then it’s all yers.

(Uh?)

Seeing the grin tugging the corners of his lips, I realized that I’d been setup.

Kate: - That’s such poor taste….!

Jude: Pff-

Jude: Ya truly are a gullible princess.

Kate: ……

Jude’s smile makes my heart beat so hard it hurts, and I can’t stop it.

(But I still haven’t become anything to you, Jude.)

(I hope to at least become a reason for him to smile occasionally.)

Under the sky where shimmering particles of light danced, I prayed that this fun time would continue…..even if only for a little longer.

But that time didn’t last very long.

[Main Story Master List] [Chapter 13]

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[mediocre-shark-tales]

The Debut Part 2

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Interviews after the race were the worst part. Riding the high of my debut, I had forgotten how some people would still question me, regardless of how much I’d proven myself on track. Sure enough, an older interviewer wasted no time, diving straight into the skepticism.

“We didn’t see you here on media day. Would you say you weren’t mentally ready, given the backlash online about you stepping in for Lance?” he asked, his tone pointed.

I kept my expression bright, masking the sting behind his words with a smile. “Actually, I don’t mind what people think about me racing. My team requested permission from the FIA to excuse me from media day. I don’t know if it was our preparation yesterday that influenced their decision, but I’ll be here for all the other media days,” I replied confidently.

The reporter’s scowl hinted he’d hoped I’d falter. But he pressed on. “Can you explain why you disappeared from F2, only to suddenly show up in F1?”

Images flashed through my mind—my strong F2 season, the bittersweet moments with my mother, and my decision to leave to be by her side. Without missing a beat, I answered, “As my former team and I have always stated, I left to undergo the training Aston Martin required. Luckily, that timing allowed me to step in strongly for Lance after his accident. I wish him a strong recovery and hope to see him back next season.”

His frown deepened, as though frustrated by my composure. “You do know that no one buys that story, right? Plenty of insiders have come forward with other theories.”

I met his gaze with a smirk, catching him off guard. “I’ve seen those theories, and they’re certainly creative! But they’re reaching. I’d hope my real supporters pay attention to who’s sharing those stories—that alone could answer a lot of questions.” I took a breath, then added smoothly, “I love a bit of chaos as much as the next person, and if it’s at my expense, so be it. But I’ll prove myself on track. I can show you my personality, but if you already dislike me without knowing me, why should I try to change your mind?” I finished, my smile still firmly in place.

Finally, I was given the chance to move on from him, though I knew he wouldn’t be the last disrespectful interviewer I’d face. It was time to lock in and remind myself that I couldn't let their jabs or ignorant questions get under my skin. The media's skepticism would always be there, but I could choose how much of myself I shared with them.

It was time to bring up my walls again, to let the ‘daredevil’ persona I’d honed over the years take the lead. I’d mastered that version of myself—the unshakeable, casually confident, and unflinchingly witty driver who wouldn’t let anyone mess with her head. I was here to race, to show everyone exactly what I could do. And if I had to tune out the noise to keep my focus razor-sharp, then so be it.

Once I escaped the media pen, I heard my name called over the hum of busy teams rushing around. Marcus, who had been quietly with me throughout, looked back first. He turned to me with a reassuring smile. “I’ve got a few more things to wrap up. Once you’re changed and ready, find me in the Aston Martin Hospitality lobby, and we’ll head back to the hotel.” I nodded, watching him leave before turning toward the person calling my name.

It was Franco, of course, his signature smile lighting up his face as he approached with his PR manager in tow. “I was hoping to catch you before you took off,” he said quickly, then hesitated, his expression shifting to one of concern. “I heard what that guy said. Don’t let it get to you. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I know you belong here. After another race weekend or two, I bet you’ll have plenty of drivers on your side—even if I have to convince them myself.”

I returned his smile, touched by the sincerity in his voice, though I noticed something else—an edge to his tone, as if he was frustrated with the others. It felt like he knew something I didn’t, but I didn’t push. We weren’t that close yet, and if there was anything important, I trusted he’d tell me in his own time. For now, I was grateful just to have his support.

“Enough of the tough topics,” Franco said, shifting to a more cheerful tone. “I actually found out we’re on the same flight back to the UK. How about we sit together? I’d really like to get to know you better. It’s nice to have another rookie on the grid, but it would be even better if that rookie became a good friend of mine?”

I smiled, appreciating his honesty, and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love that. Here, let me give you my number so you can text me when you’re in the waiting area. We can meet up and figure out seats then.” As I handed him my phone, I added, “Do you know if any other drivers are on our flight? I’ve never been on one of these shared private charters. To get here, they just had me fly business class.”

Franco chuckled, noticing my nervousness. “Don’t worry, it’s a bit different, but you’ll get used to it. Plus, you’ll have me as your tour guide,” he said with a wink. “I honestly didn’t even check which other drivers were on this flight,” Franco admitted, his eyes glinting with a playful smile. “I just wanted an excuse to see you again.”

I felt a blush creep up at his flirty tone, and I laughed, brushing it off. “Well, you’ve got your excuse,” I replied, meeting his smile with one of my own. “Just don’t go using all your charm on me at once.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m saving some for the flight.”

Two hours later, freshly showered and packed, I made my way down to the hotel lobby. Marcus greeted me with a smile, already waiting with our bags by his side. Soon, we were off in an Uber, navigating the post-Grand Prix traffic around Monza. It didn’t take long before we arrived at the airport, and I gathered my bags, heading toward the entrance.

As I stepped through the doors, my phone buzzed with a new text notification. I pulled it out and smiled when I saw Franco’s name on the screen.

Hey, hermosa. I just got to the waiting area. You’ll find me by the big windows looking out at the planes.

I typed back quickly: Just got here too! I’ll be through security soon and meet you there.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I felt a little surge of excitement. After a long day, I couldn’t wait to unwind—and having Franco’s company on the flight would make the trip back a lot more enjoyable.

Security was surprisingly quick this time. Being a Formula 1 driver on a chartered jet with other team members seemed to come with its perks—no endless lines, just a fast check of my bags and a quick scan, and I was through in under five minutes. My larger bags were taken aside to be loaded onto the plane, leaving me with only my small personal bag for the flight.

Fidgeting with my sea turtle necklace, I glanced around the private waiting room, scanning for Franco. The place was buzzing with drivers and managers, some eyeing me with thinly veiled curiosity or judgment. Ignoring the glances, I finally spotted Franco, engrossed in his phone, lounging by the windows as he’d promised.

I walked over, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Franco looked up as I approached, flashing a grin as he moved his bag off the seat in front of him. Gratefully, I slid into the booth across from him, feeling a wave of relief as we exchanged a friendly smile. The tension from the room faded slightly with his friendly demeanor. 

“Finally, thought you’d gotten lost back there,” he teased, sliding his phone into his pocket.

I laughed, shrugging. “I was a little distracted by all the stares,” I admitted, glancing around the room. “Guess they’re not used to new faces—especially mine.”

He nodded sympathetically. “It’s their loss,” he said, shrugging it off. “I get the whole ‘new kid’ vibe too. It’s why I was so keen to talk to you. How are you finding it so far?”

“Intense,” I replied, chuckling. “It’s been a dream come true, obviously. But the media, the judgment, all of it’s been... a lot.”

Franco gave an understanding nod, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah, they don’t really teach you how to handle all this quick enough, do they? I feel like we’re both just tossed in with the sharks and told, ‘Good luck.’” He grinned, then added, “But hey, you killed it today. I heard the team talking about it back there.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling. “You did too! I mean, holding off my DRS attack for that long? Impressive.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I was just praying my tires would hold out. Honestly, the whole time I thought, ‘If I screw up, she’s taking my place.’ Guess we’ll just have to keep each other sharp, yeah?”

“Deal,” I agreed, feeling my nerves ease. “Let’s make a pact—rookie alliance, right? We can look out for each other. Maybe have a few friendly competitions?”

Franco’s eyes lit up. “I like that idea. A little rivalry—who gets the most overtakes, or who makes it into Q3 first?” He paused, then smirked. “Loser buys the winner lunch?”

I grinned, nodding. “Oh, it’s on. And I hope you have an expensive taste, because I’m definitely winning.”

“Confident, huh?” he said with a laugh. “Alright, I’ll see if you can keep up. But really, it’ll be good to have someone who gets it, you know? We rookies have to stick together.”

“Absolutely,” I agreed, feeling genuinely happy. “And hey, here’s to proving everyone wrong.”

Franco raised an imaginary glass. “To that,” he said with a wink.

Our conversation continued for a little while longer until it was finally time to board the plane. 

Franco and I found our own little area, of course it was a group of 4 seats facing each other. I sat across from Franco who watched to see if anyone else might join us. I could see both of the drivers from Mclaren and Mercedes. Of course there is also Alex and Fernando from our teams as well. 

As we settled into our seats, Franco glanced around the cabin, nodding toward the familiar faces. “Feels like a reunion of sorts,” he murmured, leaning back with a grin. “Wonder who’ll join us in our little corner of the plane here.”

I chuckled, glancing over to the other drivers too. “Honestly, it’s kind of surreal to be surrounded by them. Like, I grew up watching half of these guys race. Now here I am, sharing a plane with them.”

Franco smirked, lowering his voice. “You’re handling it well, though. Can’t even tell you’re fangirling inside.”

I playfully kicked his foot under the table. “Oh, please. You were the one practically glowing when Lewis said you defended well today.”

He laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged. But, hey, Lewis Hamilton is still a legend, no matter how chill he tries to be.”

Just then, I noticed Alex approaching with a water bottle. He paused, giving us both a slight nod. “Mind if I join?” he asked, glancing between us with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Franco shot me a quick look, as if to say, Is this okay? I nodded with a smile. “Of course, take a seat! We were just… rehashing the race,” I added with a laugh.

Alex slid into the seat next to Franco, giving a faint smile but avoiding my gaze just a bit. “You two held up the midfield well today. Gave the crowd something to watch.”

“Trying to make our rookie debuts memorable,” Franco said, shrugging but smiling.

Alex nodded, a little more reserved. “Good mindset to have. Just remember it’s a marathon, not a sprint. A few strong races don’t make a season. You’ve gotta keep that consistency.”

I leaned forward, intrigued despite his slightly distant tone. “How do you manage that? I mean, all the pressure, the criticism… how do you stay grounded?”

Alex glanced briefly at me, as if weighing his answer. “Honestly? You’ve gotta tune it out. Find people who believe in you—team, family, friends—and hold onto them. The rest? Noise.”

Franco nodded, clearly taking it all in. “Noted. I think we’re off to a good start, though, right?” He shot me a grin, his confidence unmistakable.

I smiled back, feeling a little reassured, though Alex's slight hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Definitely. And having each other’s backs just makes it easier.”

Alex gave a quick nod, looking out the window. “Yeah… it’ll help to know who’s really there for you.” His words felt weighted, leaving me with a feeling that maybe not everyone was convinced I belonged here—yet.

Hours passed as the plane hummed softly around us, and eventually, the lights dimmed, casting a warm, quiet glow across the cabin. Franco had fallen asleep, his head tilted slightly back, arms crossed. Across from us, most of the drivers had either slipped on sleep masks or simply leaned back, eyes shut, lost in much-needed rest.

But sleep evaded me. I leaned my head against the window, earbuds in, playing one of my favorite playlists on low volume. The familiar songs were meant to be comforting, but my mind raced far too much to relax. I glanced at Franco, then Alex, even Fernando a few seats away, all peacefully asleep. They seemed… unburdened, or at least at ease in a way I hadn’t felt since I first entered this chaotic world.

My thoughts drifted back to the interactions I’d had with some of the drivers over the past few days. The way Alex seemed hesitant earlier, the awkward silences in the paddock, the way some of the others had yet to fully acknowledge me. It wasn’t overt; most people were polite, but something lingered under the surface, a guardedness. And I had a sinking feeling I knew why.

I clutched the pendant of my necklace, my thumb running over the little sea turtle. If only they knew the truth, I thought bitterly. If they understood why I’d left my F2 team so suddenly, maybe they wouldn’t look at me like some sort of imposter who had jumped into F1 overnight.

But that truth—the time I spent away, the weeks I’d missed—wasn’t something I could just blurt out. It was private, a chapter of my life I’d had to keep from everyone. I had left F2 mid-season, not for any lack of commitment or a mysterious “training opportunity” as the media had said, but because I couldn’t bear to be anywhere else but by my mother’s side in her last days.

She’d kept her illness a secret from everyone except those closest to us, not wanting the world to see her in her most vulnerable moments. And I had honored that, staying silent even as the rumors spread that I’d gone MIA. That I’d given up. Or that maybe I just couldn’t handle the competition and pressure. My team had tried to cover for me, but the whispers had taken on a life of their own. It was strange; the further I pushed ahead, the more those rumors seemed to haunt me.

I sighed, leaning back in my seat and turning up the volume slightly, letting the music drown out the dull ache in my chest. Maybe they’ll see who I really am in time, I told myself. Maybe the track will speak for me, louder than any rumor. But part of me wondered if it would ever be enough. If, someday, they’d realize why I’d fought so hard to get here and just how much I’d given up to be in this seat.

With one last glance around the cabin, I took a shaky breath, steeling myself. I had a lot to prove—not just for me, but for my mother, who had believed in me until the very end.

[aventurineswife]

hmmmmmmm how about an aventurine x reader where like it’s an established relationship but like they’re still a new couple y’know and like reader surprises aventurine with like the perfect gift for him or like something homemade that’s super cute idk and he gets all emotional and all cause it’s like the first time he gets a special gift from someone for Christmas???

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Summary: It's Aventurine's first Christmas in a relationship, and the season feels both exciting and unfamiliar. As someone who has always used charm and theatrics to mask his insecurities, he's unaccustomed to genuine displays of affection. You, his thoughtful and creative partner, surprise him with a heartfelt, homemade gift that reflects their deep understanding of him. For the first time, Aventurine is left speechless, overwhelmed by emotions he can no longer conceal. Amid the soft glow of winter lights, the couple shares a tender moment that brings Aventurine closer to the concept of vulnerability, warmth, and love.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, First Christmas Together, Gift Giving, Emotional Vulnerability, Fluff and Angst, Soft Aventurine, Romantic Gestures, Winter Special.

Warnings: Brief mentions of Aventurine's traumatic past, Emotional themes (processing unfamiliar feelings of love and gratitude), Mild angst with a happy and comforting ending.

The moonlight danced on the windows of the lavish penthouse, casting long shadows on the sleek furniture. The holiday season had arrived in full force, and despite the extravagant décor adorning every corner of the city, Aventurine found himself in a rare moment of peace. For once, he wasn't scheming or plotting. For once, he could almost pretend that everything was... fine.

He had spent most of the day in his usual flamboyant style, charming his way through holiday parties and meetings, but tonight was different. The festive atmosphere in the air felt more alive, as if something unexpected was about to unfold. And, of course, it did. But not in the way he thought.

"How do you feel about surprises?" your voice echoed from the doorway, breaking his thoughts as you stepped into the dimly lit room.

He turned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thrive on them." he replied smoothly, his voice carrying that usual enigmatic quality.

You smiled, but there was something different in your eyes tonight—something tender and full of warmth. "Well, this one’s for you." you said softly, walking towards the small table where a beautifully wrapped box sat, tied with a delicate red ribbon.

Aventurine raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "For me? I must say, I’m intrigued." His tone was light, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty, a crack in his otherwise confident facade. He had never been one for receiving gifts—not because he didn’t want them, but because they reminded him of a past he had long buried. Still, he couldn’t resist. He picked up the gift, the wrapping smooth under his fingers.

"You didn’t have to," he murmured, but his voice lacked its usual flippancy, a subtle vulnerability hiding beneath his words.

"It's Christmas," you said, settling next to him, watching as he untied the ribbon and peeled back the wrapping to reveal a small wooden box. It was simple, unassuming, but the craftsmanship was evident. The box had intricate carvings, faint patterns that almost looked like a game board—spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs, all etched with care. He traced his fingers over the delicate design, feeling the weight of the gesture.

Aventurine’s smile faltered for a moment, and he turned to you with a softened expression, his eyes a mix of confusion and something deeper. "What is this?"

Opening the box revealed a set of finely crafted playing cards—each card an artwork in itself, featuring symbols from his past, his journey, and the games he had played. There were intricate illustrations on each one, personalized to reflect his life: the destruction of Sigonia, his rise to power, and his inner turmoil. The Ace of Spades—the symbol of his Cornerstone—stood at the center, an ornate image of the desert, evoking the harshness of his origins.

"It's... perfect..." he whispered, his voice strained as if the weight of the gift had physically struck him.

You watched him, carefully noting the subtle way his gaze softened, how he looked at the cards as though they were a bridge to something deeper within himself.

"This is the first time anyone’s given me something so... personal," Aventurine admitted quietly, his usual swagger absent. The mask he so often wore was slipping, revealing the haunted man beneath. "You know, I’ve never been one to believe in fate or luck. But this... this feels like a sign."

A sudden vulnerability surfaced, one that even he couldn’t hide. His eyes flickered to you, the sharpness in them dulled, as if he was searching for reassurance. "It’s been a long time since someone... cared this much," he murmured, the words laced with an unfamiliar emotion. His voice cracked ever so slightly, a fleeting admission of the weight he carried alone.

You gently placed your hand over his, grounding him in the moment. "I care," you whispered, your voice soft and steady. "I know it’s not always easy to accept, but... I care about you. You deserve something real."

Aventurine’s breath hitched as he stared at you, his usual façade of control slipping away. His gaze lingered on your face, the sincerity in your eyes disarming him. He had been playing his own game for so long, but here, in the quiet of the room, he realized that this was a gamble he was willing to take.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but somehow, in the midst of all the games and risks, you had become the most important prize.

"Thank you," he said, his voice low, almost reverent. "I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how much this means."

In that moment, Aventurine, the master of manipulation, the calculating strategist, was just Kakavasha—a man who had found something far greater than any gamble he could ever win.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, a soft promise that no matter how many risks he took, he would never have to face the game of life alone again. The warmth of your embrace surrounded him, and for the first time in years, Aventurine allowed himself to believe that there was something more to life than just surviving.

As the night stretched on, the city lights twinkling outside, Aventurine—No, Kakavasha, the man who had mastered the art of risk—allowed himself to savor this one moment of peace, this one moment of real connection.

And, for the first time, he didn’t feel the need to gamble with fate.

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐭

🍥 — skz headcanons about what kind of art i think they would be

🍡 — a/n・ in honor of my recent release from school (prison) and also the conversation me and @sunnysdiary had at the trampoline park last night i bring you skz as forms of art we made an entire table for this...

art noun/ärt/ ¹ the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.

bangchan ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ collageing

i can totally see bangchan as being a collage, like the kind that you make from random shein stickers and dried flowers you find in the garden that makes the entire journal smell like a garden. the colleges would be so unique too like definitely a comforting, almost nostalgic ocean vibe made from scraped magazine cut-outs of waves and trees and waterfalls and mountains and quotes that make you feel at home. oh yeah, and there would definitely be at least one random silly picture you took with your friends back in highschool somewhere in the foreground. extra points if you're a bit drunk and in bikinis.

minho ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ crafting

minho would totally be random ass crafts like painting rocks or making cat keychains from old pieces of cloth. i definitely see him as the type of person to give you the crafts too yk like he’s the form of art where you watch a 5 minute youtube tutorial on—"how to make a pipe cleaner jellyfish"—and it turns into a hyperfixation for the next week and your house is full of pipecleaner jellyfish you don’t know what to do with when your new knitting-headphone-sprouts hyperfixation hits so you end up giving jellyfish to every person you meet. idk how to explain it, but yeah.  

changbin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ culinary

changbin...i was a little stuck on this one ngl...i went through a range or different art forms before i got caught between digital art and culinary arts. i eventually landed on culinary because you cannot look me dead in my eyes and tell me this man doesn't look like an entire (protein packed) 5 course meal!!!! he would be the cooking kind of culinary though, where they make a thick, juicy chicken breast and it's actually seasoned well. guys...am i delusional?

hyunjin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ oil & watercolor painting

hyunjin…is this even a question? hyunjin would be painting, but the kind of painting that wasn't planned and yet still turned out so incredibly stunning you're still impressed when flipping past it in your sketchbook. for whatever reason, i can't get the image of him being on stage as an oil based art piece with deep reds and like an olive green, but when he's with the boys he's more of a watercolor painting with pastels. i mean, look at the man, hwang hyunjin is the definition of ART.

felix ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ photography

felix would be photography, but where it’s a shot of somebody smoking underneath a streetlight and in the background it’s a sunset and her eyes tell an entire story in a single shot. i can't see him as like a badly taken shot that people do for funsies. the type of photography that fits him is the professional kind that people spend years to perfect. it’s so hard to describe, but Felix just totally gives that vibe, he’s so dynamic and there are so many shades and colors to his personality that, like good photography, the more time you spend with him the more you seem to unlock.

jisung ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ music

jisungs feels like what music sounds like. i don't know if that makes any sense, but he would be a lyrical paper, but also sound like a really, really hot electric guitar riff. OMG HE WOULD BE LIKE THE GUY YOU SEE ON TIKTOK. please tell me you know what i mean. he would totally be one of those videos where you can only see their veiny hands and they are covering the best part of "do you wanna know?" or he would be a song played on a specific kind of keyboard.

seungmin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ poetry/short stories

kim seungmin would 100% be a poem written by a very talented, very emotional 15 year old. i feel like it would be the kind of poem that would bring you to tears by the depth of its emotion, but it doesn't actually get recognition. i wouldn't put him in the poetry box though because i could see him as a nice short story as well. literature is the language of the silent and that feels so incredibly seungmin. he barely gets recognized (like more if not all good writers) but is so talented. he would be a story the author poured their entire heart, mind, and soul into, but still sits in an abandoned notebook on the top shelf.

jeongin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pottery

why do i feel like jeongin would be pottery? i feel like pottery is such a beautiful and calming craft that you can spill out all of your creativity into, but it’s not too tedious. pottery also is criminally underrated and a total hidden gem. he would definitely be like a plain pot with those little hand holders (dykwim?) i don’t know why, but i can’t see him being like pottery where it’s decked out in paint. i just imagine him being more simple and it’s more of like a calming exercise where you’re only doing it for fun…with the occasional tiny painting of a studio ghibli character in the corner.

[questionable-squirtle]

🎯BULLSEYE in the Marvel Rivals style🎯

I will stop doing these at some point I promise, I’m having a lot of fun with them though, and who am I to pause any kind of creativity?

Bullseye seems like an obvious choice next to Daredevil for a character in the game. And I think he’d fit in quite easily with his move set.

I’m envisioning Bullseye as a duelist that works better at a distance AND by being obscured around corners and out of sight. Each main throw gets 3 ricochets that will automatically hone in on an enemy target when within a certain meter radius of them, and will miss if it can’t hone in by the end of the start of the third ricochet. So kinda plays like Cloak but can only land hits through ricochets. Gives him some skill expression.

His ult would either be throwing a shit ton of knives all at once, in all directions, or a singular blade that he charges up and continuously ricochets through the enemy team until the duration runs out. Would be lethal if there was a Moon Knight on your team too. Moon Knight ankh AND Bullseye ult? Oof.

Potential cosmetics: Ultimate Bullseye from the Ultimate Spider-Man 2024 run, one inspired by Colin Farrell from the Daredevil movie, and a Netflix/MCU Daredevil tie in or two (his born again outfit, or the season 3 daredevil suit where he’s pretending to be Daredevil).

Thoughts? Any potential Bullseye mains out there?

[cheshireliam]

"Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" Story Event: Chapter 1

Roger Barel & Ring Schwartz

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This event story works in such a way that Chapter 1 is for Suitor A and Chapter 2 is for Suitor B, before splitting into two endings.

⇦ Prologue

━━━━

— The next day after I lost my memories.

Kate: … Thank you for the meal.

I sat at the breakfast table, but my mind was fully occupied by the fact I’d lost my memories…

In the end, I only had a small portion of fruit and some morning tea before getting up from my seat. 

…

(I wonder how I can get my memories back…)

Even after leaving the dining hall, that was all I could think about.

Just then, I heard someone’s footsteps coming from behind me.

Roger: Wait up, lil’ lady. 

Roger: We had a date planned for today. It’s still on, right?

(I don't recall anything about a date. Does this mean I made that promise before I lost my memories?) 

I found myself unconsciously staring at Roger’s face in confusion, and then he suddenly reached out to grab my chin— 

Roger: …

Kate: … W-what do you think you’re doing!?

When I realised our lips were just mere inches apart, I quickly pushed against his broad and sturdy chest to stop him.

Roger: Hm? You were staring so intently at me, I thought you wanted a kiss. … Was I wrong?

Kate: Definitely wrong! 

(Don’t tell me, Roger and I were dating? Even if we were, his explanation is too self-centered…!)

(I can’t believe this egotistical man is my lover!) 

Roger: Well, a promise is a promise. You're going on a date with me. 

As I stood there all flustered, Roger’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. 

…

(... Whether Roger is really my lover or not, it might've been a good idea to come out to town.)

Hoping that seeing the familiar streets might jog my memory, I followed after Roger— 

Roger: Having someone with me to carry the bags really does make a difference. 

Kate: This isn't a date, now is it!? 

(We went to several pharmacies, bought tons of medicine and bandages… there’s no way this counts as a date.)

Roger: It is, though? A shopping date.

Kate: I’m not seeing anything remotely romantic about this… 

Roger: Come on, don’t start slowing down. We’ve got more places to drop by.

Kate: More? My hands are already at their limit, can’t we take a break…?

At the same time I said that, my stomach let out a loud growl, announcing that it “wanted a break” too.

Roger: Pfft, HAHAHAHAHA! 

Kate: T-that’s because you dragged me all over town… 

Roger: In that case, I’ll treat you to whatever you want, as an apology. 

Kate: Eh? But…

(Is he really okay with that?)

Roger: What’re you hesitating about? We’re close enough for me to do that. Let’s go. 

…

Roger: This is my regular spot.

Roger: Let’s look at the menu… you’re good with starting off with a beer, right?

Kate: S-sure. 

Roger: Then we’ll have some snacks, something hearty for the main dish, and… 

While I scanned the menu, Roger placed our orders and sounded like he really was familiar with the place. 

When the food finally arrived…

Kate: Fish and chips, aged meat, potatoes seasoned with rock salt, banbury cake…! 

Kate: Wow… these are all my favourites! 

Roger: … I see. 

The small feeling of confusion I got… was because I expected him to go “told you so” when I expressed my delight at the food. 

Instead, Roger’s eyes were slightly narrowed, looking as though he was reminiscing about a memory I couldn’t recall. 

(Could it be that we’ve eaten together before?)

(Is that why Roger knows exactly what I like…?) 

Roger: What’s wrong? You stopped eating. Come on, eat up. 

Kate: Ah, right… thanks for the meal!

When I looked at him again, his facial expression was back to his usual grin. 

I took a bite of the steak and a smile naturally formed on my lips the moment the flavours spread in my mouth. 

Roger: That’s the smile I want to see. You have a bad habit of overthinking things to the point of losing your appetite. 

Roger: I know you’re getting all sorts of uneasy emotions right now, but you should eat well, sleep well, play hard, and laugh even harder. That’s how you keep your spirits up. 

Kate: Okay! 

(... Maybe that's the real purpose of today’s shopping trip.) 

Roger must’ve noticed how troubled I looked this morning and took me outside to distract me. 

I still wasn’t sure if we really had a shopping trip planned for today before I lost my memories, 

(But I’m not going to ask.) 

Had Roger not asked me out, I probably would’ve spent the entire day alone and brooding over my memory loss. 

Roger: These mashed potatoes soaked in the meat’s juices are amazing.

Roger: We should order more. You can still eat, right? 

Kate: Yes, of course! 

(I’m glad I accepted Roger’s invite.)

Kate: Thank you so much, Roger. Eating really cheered me up. 

(I always thought Roger was a pushy, selfish egotist, but he’s actually so kind and dependable.)

I found myself wondering about my past self before I lost my memories. 

(Did I… know this side of Roger before?) 

Roger: Why are you looking at me like that? Are you falling for me? 

(If only he wouldn't say such things…!) 

Kate: … It seems I’ve had a lover before. So I can’t think of falling for anyone else right now.

Roger: A past lover…?

Roger: Instead of clinging to your old flame, why not take this as a chance to choose again? 

Roger: Be my lover, Kate. 

Kate: T-that'd count as being disloyal towards my lover. And besides… 

(Even though I’ve lost my memories, there’s still one thing I can say for certain.) 

Kate: If I did have someone I once loved, I believe I’ll fall in love with them again. 

Roger: … Fall in love again, huh. 

I couldn't tell what were the emotions that flickered behind his wavering eyes.

But, in the very next moment—

Roger: Well, if ever you want to go to bed with me, just say the word. 

(This man, seriously…!) 

He said those utterly shameless words in broad daylight while downing his beer in one breath, and I barely managed to hold myself back from punching him. 

[riwa-s-tarot]

The 4 Seasons

🌸 Spring - What needs creative expression?

🌴 Summer - What needs to slow down?

🍂 Autumn - What is ready for harvesting?

❄️ Winter - What needs shelter and care?

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Choose the picture that you feel is speaking to you the most.

Remember that this is a collective reading and it doesn't replace the value of a full personal reading - take what resonates, leave what doesn't!

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

❇ Pile 1

[🌸Ace of wands 🌴9 of cups 🍂The World ❄️ Temperance]

🌸 Don't be afraid to express what you're most passionate about, whether it’s drawing, writing, or dancing. It doesn't matter what it is! This is the right time to go all out and enjoy it all. If you’re uncertain where to start, don't worry: there's no need to go big, just begin little by little without overthinking. Anything that inspires you will be fine.

🌴 Perhaps during this period, you feel more negative than usual, with your thoughts racing toward negativity. So, pause for a moment: try to listen to the birds singing, to notice the scent of nature, and to feel the sun on your skin. Savor your next meal to the fullest, pet your animal, and hug the important people in your life. The advice is to halt negative thoughts and appreciate the small pleasures of life to remind yourself that even in the darkest times, you can find something worth moving forward for.

🍂 You are about to reach the end of a path that began some time ago, be it the beginning of a love story or a work project, and the finish line will be filled with joy and satisfaction. You have successfully integrated different aspects of your life and achieved a sense of balance and harmony; it’s time to fully enjoy this moment.

❄️ Don't make hasty decisions; weigh each choice carefully and select what makes you feel good, balanced with yourself and the world. Avoid conflictual individuals, connect only with those who deserve your precious time and bring well-being into your life. Protect your harmony and inner peace.

────── 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ──────

❇ Pile 2

[🌸 The Hierophant reversed 🌴Page of wands 🍂3 of wands ❄️10 of coins]

🌸 Whatever you decide to do, do not adhere to dogmas or pre-constructed patterns! Break the rules, challenge traditions, be independent in your thinking and actions. Be your own mentor and explore alternative beliefs and practices, embracing your individuality and creating your own rules. Trust your inner self and develop your personalized practices, whether spiritual, artistic, or work-related.

🌴 It would be better to temper any excessive impulsiveness; focus on learning rather than acting. If you have many ideas and can't decide which one to implement, don't rush in without thought, but try filtering them to keep only those most aligned with your principles.

🍂 If you’ve been planning something for a long time, now is the right moment to put your ideas into action, be it a trip or a new project that you’ve been considering for a while. The important thing is to stick to your plans and be ready to push the limits of your comfort zone. Be far-sighted, anticipate difficulties and think long-term.

❄️ Protect your material investments and the security you’ve achieved through your hard work. Take care of your family (whether it's biological family or your chosen family) and give back to your community, not necessarily through money but also through acts of generosity and kindness. Form new relationships with like-minded individuals and nurture existing ones with those you care about.

────── 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ──────

❇ Pile 3

[🌸Death 🌴4 of swords 🍂Queen of wands ❄️9 of swords]

🌸 Try to face the inevitable changes in life creatively: leave old paths to explore new ones. Be careful not to get stuck in harmful habits. Eliminate everything superfluous to focus on what truly matters, on what aligns with your values.

🌴 You may be very busy during this period, and everything may seem heavy and complicated. What needs to slow down is you! Take some time for yourself to rest your body and mind. It would be better to avoid excessive efforts, giving yourself the time to recover. Perhaps you could take advantage of this resting period to meditate and examine your personal goals.

🍂 Put your self-confidence, enthusiasm, and creativity to good use. Be bold in pursuing your ambitions and ideas, carry them forward with courage and passion. Invest your energy and attention in projects and relationships that fulfill you: let go of people and plans that don't excite your mind or spirit.

❄️ Sleep is essential for our physical and mental health. Protect both by taking care of your sleep! Learn good habits that facilitate falling asleep and make sleep more restorative. Don't obsess over the future or dwell on the past, but take care of yourself in the present.

────── 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ──────

❇ Pile 4

[🌸The Tower 🌴Strength 🍂Page of cups ❄️6 of swords]

🌸 Have you been considering a drastic haircut for a while? Or dyeing your hair a specific color? Do it now! Want to try that absurd recipe you saw on TikTok? Go for it! Channel your energy through creative acts or activities different from your usual routine: write a poem, compose a song, or sign up for a dance class. And if your life feels chaotic right now, remember that only through adversity can you discover your inner strength and resilience.

🌴 Take time to nourish your spirit. Train your self-control, both to handle external events and to avoid falling into your own vices. Remember that most problems are better resolved with calm and patience than with brute force.

🍂 Enjoy the connections with your special people; let the positive feelings you have for them flow. Ask for and give affection; don’t be afraid of your emotions or theirs. If you’re contemplating a more serious relationship with someone, this is the right time. It’s also a good time to start new projects that are important to you.

❄️ If you are emerging from a negative period, now is the time to focus on healing and hoping for a brighter future. Try to move forward in small steps, distancing yourself from the painful past and being cautious not to bring old problems into your present. If the situation you’re in feels uncomfortable, don't hesitate to leave it and step into an unknown but better future.

────── 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ──────

✶ ✶ Thank you! ✶ ✶

For choosing my Pick-a-Pile

[tickly-trashcan]

Icing Cookies {Ekko x Jinx}

Advent Calendar Event!

A/N: oughhh ekko has been my fav since day one but after season two i needed more ekko content and i also miss him and jinx's antics hehe so i decided to write for these two!! they're so silly i love them and i hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Ekko and Jinx are decorating some cookies, but Ekko's look... a bit odd.

Word Count: 1k (under the cut!)

“Jinx, these look like shit…”

“No, only yours do.”

“Hey!”

Jinx laughed, nudging Ekko with her elbow. “What? I’m right! Have you never decorated cookies before?”

Ekko huffed. “No, I haven’t! I didn’t think it would be this hard, either.”

Jinx looked over at Ekko’s batch of cookies that he had been decorating. They… did indeed look like shit.

Ekko had helped Jinx bake the cookies and that had been easy enough, but as soon as he picked up a piping bag, they suddenly looked like globby, horrid lumps of goop. There were colors mixing into weird colors and Jinx could not tell what most of them were even supposed to look like. There was some icing dripping onto the counter from some, and others had bits of cookie exposed where there definitely should have been icing.

Ekko sighed and wiped at his nose, accidentally wiping icing on the tip of it. Jinx held back a laugh, but he noticed her change in expression. He frowned. “Are you laughing at how bad they are?”

Jinx grinned. “Maybe~!”

Ekko groaned and let his head fall back in exasperation. He set down the icing bag he had been holding and crossed his arms. “I give up. You finish them.”

Jinx whined. “No, Ekko! I can’t make all of these without you! My poor hands will get tired!”

Ekko raised an eyebrow at Jinx. “You were just making fun of how bad my cookies look.”

Jinx shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts?” Ekko started to walk away and Jinx had to grab his wrist and drag him back. “Hey, hey! They’ll still taste the same, just do a few more with me!”

Jinx looked up at Ekko with pleading eyes, pouting her lip slightly. Ekko sighed and gave in, making Jinx snicker victoriously. She put the piping bag back in his hands and held onto his hands, walking next him as he watched her carefully.

“Never thought the Boy Savior would need saving, but here we are! I’ll help you pipe a few so they don’t look too much like shit.”

“Watch it, Jinx.”

“Okay, okay, sheesh! Let’s start with a snowflake, that should be easy enough.”

Jinx guided Ekko’s hands while he applied pressure to the piping bag. It went across the cookie in small lines, Jinx correcting Ekko on how much to squeeze the bag when it got a bit gloppy again. In the end, it was much better than Ekko’s previous cookie attempts. It took a bit of creative interpretation, but it was a snowflake if you looked close enough. Jinx put her hands on her hips triumphantly and then pat Ekko’s shoulder.

“Good job! It’s a very special snowflake. Y’know, no two snowflakes look the same.”

Ekko nodded his head, a small smile on his face. Jinx went back to her own cookies, but Ekko tried to get her attention again. “Hey, can you… help me with one more?” Jinx raised an eyebrow at him. Ekko rubbed the back of his neck. “I– I mean, you don’t have to…”

Jinx smirked. “Ohh, I see. You need my expert cookie skills, don’tcha?”

Ekko hummed. “Something like that.”

Jinx picked out an ornament for their next cookie and decided to make it blue. This time, she demonstrated how to do it for Ekko on her own cookie and then watched as he tried it himself. He piped some green icing onto his ornament cookie, but he was struggling with the evenness of the icing. Jinx chuckled as she watched and leaned against Ekko once he finished.

“I’d put that on my tree.”

“You would?”

“Yeah… maybe near the bottom where no one could see, but I’d still put it on!”

Ekko chuckled and rolled his eyes. He set down his piping bag and leaned his back against the counter. Jinx hummed and stood in front of him, leaning against him as his eyes widened.

Jinx watched Ekko closely, noticing his eyes flickering down to her lips and back up to her eyes. She smirked and leaned closer to his face, but he did not lean back at all.

“Jinx…?”

Jinx leaned just a bit closer, making Ekko almost stop breathing in anticipation. She let her hands rest on his hips, and just as he closed his eyes, she gave his hips a gentle squeeze.

Ekko yelped and jolted back, hitting his head against the cabinet. “Ow!! Hey– Hehehey!! Jinx, wahahait!”

“Huh? What’s wrong, Little Man? Is something funny?”

“You– Stahahahap!!” Ekko laughed as Jinx crept up his sides. He tried weakly to shove her away, but she had him pinned. He tried his best not to squirm because of all the cookies behind him, but with Jinx tickling him, that was proving difficult.

“Someone’s got the giggles!” Jinx chuckled, pinching his sides as he whined through his laughter.

“Jinx, dohohohohon’t!!”

“Hmm? Don’t what?”

“Tickle mehehehe!”

Jinx grinned and latched her hands onto Ekko’s ribcage, making him gasp. “Tickle you? Well, if you insist!”

“NOHohoho!! Jinx, plehehehease, not thehehere!!”

“Why not? I thought this was your favorite spot!”

Ekko whined and laughed, trying to clamp his arms down. Jinx laughed along with him, but finally let up when his laughter started to get hiccupy. She chuckled as she watched him come down from his fit of laughter, but he could hardly muster up a glare for her.

Jinx leaned in close to Ekko again, smiling as he finally managed to stop giggling. “What is it now, Jinx?”

“You have something on your face.”

“I– What?! Where is–?”

Jinx kissed the tip of Ekko’s nose, cutting him off mid-sentence. He stopped, staring at her with wide eyes as she smiled. She licked her lips and hummed. “It must have been icing. We were supposed to ice the cookies, Ekko, not your nose.”

Ekko huffed and pressed his forehead against Jinx’s. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Jinx shrugged. “But that’s why you love me, right?”

Ekko wrapped his arms around Jinx, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “That, and so many other reasons.”

Jinx wrapped her arms around Ekko as well, holding him tightly. They held onto each other for a few moments, but then Jinx stuck her hands under Ekko’s arms, making him shriek and burst into laughter again. She laughed with him as he squirmed in her grip. They would finish decorating those cookies… Eventually.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Ghosts Like That

|| Parallel Powder x fem!reader

|| Warnings; season two episode seven spoilers, reader has PTSD about the heist, descriptions of PTSD and anxiety, brief swearing, hurt/comfort/fluff

|| Summary; when reader finds herself back in memories she would rather forget, Powder helps her back to the present.

Requests closed!

Started; December 16th

Finished; December 17th

HurtCember2024; Day 14, Near Death

~~~

It's been years since you nearly got caught in that explosion along with Vi. Years. You weren't even close to being over it. You'd almost died. That was... well, the closest thing to a near death experience you'd ever had. It was terrifying. You were just a kid. It still haunted you in your dreams. Seared into your mind as though it had just happened in the present moment. Ghosts like that never really leave.

You'd been up working in your girlfriend's workshop. She often let you tinker with the bits she wasn't going to use. Who was she to stop a creative mind, after all? You caught a flicker of a blue flash from a spark and suddenly you were back in that fancy piltover workshop. Your breathing picked up, the sound of an explosion ringing between your ears. Your eyes teared up and you cupped the side of your head. Screaming to get out the overstimulation you were feeling. Or, at least trying to get it out. Your whole body buzzed with phantom pain. A jitter to your bones you couldn't quite shake.

Powder had just gotten home after visiting with Vander and Silco at the bar. Humming happily to herself. Until your scream cut through the air. Panic flared inside her chest, adrenaline spiking. She burst the door open so fast she was shocked it didn't go flying. Her heart sank at the sight of you; her legs moving before her mind could catch up. In no time at all, she had you in her arms. Cradling you. Holding you close with care. Fearing to make it worse.

"Shh, shh, you're okay. Just breathe. You're at the workshop. Breathe. Feel the seat under you," Powder tried desperately to ground you. It wasn't her first time handling the PTSD you had. She'd come to learn your triggers and the methods that helped calm you.

You could faintly hear your girlfriend talking. But you couldn't see her. Not- her her, anyway. You saw little Powder. The workshop. Little Powder trying to talk to you and ease you through it. This- wasn't how the memory went. The realization of that is what helped you to start grounding yourself. Slowly, the fancy workshop around you faded. Replaced with the familiar one you'd grown to find comfort in. The colours. The work bench. The art work on the walls that was a combination of both yours and Powder's drawings. Heck, even Mylo got around to sticking one up of himself. It was terribly drawn and you couldn't help but chuckle looking at. Even in your state.

Powder looked down at you, following your eyes to the picture Mylo had put up recently. She smirked, her thumb brushing your arm," Mylo isn't the best artist in the world, is he?" Powder asked. Hoping the picture would make for the perfect distraction for you.

You shook your head, leaning into her chest," no. I've seen better drawings from kids," you laughed. Powder eased at the sound. You were laughing, that was a good sign. Even if it was at Mylo's expense.

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's supposed to be his arm or his head," Powder pointed to the art. Squinting her eyes to get a better look. Maybe it was a blaster of some sort? Fuck if she knew.

"Pfft, he looks more like a spider than a Mylo," you smirked at your own comment. Powder burst out laughing, nodding in agreement to you. He did, didn't he? He could have presented the drawing as a spider and she would have fully believed it.

Powder's eyes focused back on you. Her expression softened, admiring the little crinkle next to your eye. Caused by the smile on your lips. You turned around pretty quickly this time. Maybe that was a sign of it getting better? Powder sure hoped so. She didn't like seeing you in pain, "How you feeling?" She asked, being careful not to trigger you again.

"Better," you murmured. Snuggling up to your girlfriend in the chair. Eyes still on Mylo's picture. Who knew a poorly drawn Mylo would have been what helped calm you down?

"Good," Powder gave you a gentle kiss. Your lips moving against hers in slow, practiced movements. The last of the memory fading from your mind. Hoping that it wouldn't be back any time soon.

[christopherisfoive]

Hello can I request a hyunjin prompt 6 and 14. Also be ready to see me a lot in your request because these prompts are amazing.😏

Hi jinnieboosworld ☕️—your Prompt 6 + 14 latte is ready! Love that you’ll be dropping by often; the creative bar is always open and stocked for you. See you for the next round!

Backstage Static Hyunjin × Reader | Prompt #6 + #14 | K-Pop backstage AU | Enemies → Lovers spark

You shove the dressing-room door, but the antique handle only rattles like loose teeth. Great—locked in with Hwang Hyunjin on the biggest broadcast night of the quarter. Somewhere beyond the walls, staff sprint and walkie-talkies squeal; in here, the air is all humming fluorescents and the scent of fresh hairspray.

Hyunjin paces behind you, jacket half-zipped, blond fringe in disarray. “Did you do something to the latch, Director Y/N?”

You whirl, clipboard clutched like a shield. “Right, because sabotaging my own live show is exactly the promotion I’m after.”

His laugh is low, edged. “You did insist on trimming eight counts from my freestyle. Maybe karma’s punctual.”

You glare. Three weeks ago you arrived as the music show’s new performance director—tasked with shaving seconds, refining lines, bruising egos. Hyunjin, golden boy of the lineup, met every note with a smirk and a muttered “Try keeping up.” He’s brilliant; he knows it; you hate that he still hits his marks after rolling his eyes.

Now a dressing room hardly bigger than a props closet holds two clothing racks, one couch, zero exits. Your comm radio blinks a dead-battery apology from the vanity. Outside, footsteps fade. The show starts in forty minutes.

Heat blooms as the AC sputters its last breath. Hyunjin shrugs off his jacket, the motion carving definition beneath a thin black tee. You focus on the floor. “Save the striptease,” you mutter. “I need your set list.”

He tosses the folded paper; it lands at your feet. “Memorized. Unlike some people, I respect a plan.”

“Memorizing and following aren’t synonyms.”

He huffs, drops onto the couch, legs splayed like a bored cat. “Fine. While we’re stuck, give me the director’s grand critique.”

You should refuse. Instead you recount camera angles he always misses, the shoulder lift that steals from the lyric’s downbeat. He fires back, dissecting the way your blocking ignores narrative tension. The volley sharpens, then—somewhere between “charisma isn’t the same as clarity” and “your precious counts flatten emotion”—laughter breaks loose. It surprises you both, echoing off the mirrors.

“I’ll trade you,” he says, dimples flashing. “I fix the shoulder, you let me extend the spin into a full eight.”

“Six,” you counter.

“Seven.”

“Deal.”

Silence settles, not uncomfortable this time. He studies you through the mirror. “Why’d you really cut the freestyle? Management pressure?”

You swallow. Confession tastes like stale coffee. “Pressure to prove I’m not a fan with a clipboard. If the segment drags, ratings dip, my name’s on the line.”

Something in his expression softens—a shutter clicked open. “I thought it was personal.”

“It was professional,” you say, softer. “Mostly.”

He stands, closes the distance until the fluorescents crown his hair with a halo you refuse to admire. Up close, cedar and stage sweat blur into something heady.

Funny how quiet gets loud.

His fingers brush yours as he reaches for the lone water bottle on the vanity. Static zips up your arm. You snatch it first, just to breathe. “Thirsty dancers need hydration,” you say.

“So do overworked directors.” His hand remains over yours. Neither of you lets go.

Somewhere in the corridor, breakers trip. The lights snap off, replaced by emergency reds that paint everything desire-dark. Your pulse seems to sync with the distant bass check.

Hyunjin’s voice is a whisper meant for no microphones. “For what it’s worth, I pushed back because I respect you.” He hesitates, then lets the words fall. “And because fighting with you is the most awake I’ve felt all season.”

Your laugh stutters out, half-shock, half-agreement. “You’re impossible.”

“Yet here we are.”

He reaches up, tucks a strand behind your ear—the age-old cliché somehow brand-new at arm’s length. His knuckles trail heat across your jaw, and you lean before pride can haul you back. He kisses like a live wire: tentative spark, then full current. Your clipboard clatters; his hands cage your hips against the door that once defied you both.

You tug his shirt, feeling abs flex beneath cotton, taste peppermint on his tongue, remember in a dim corner that there’s still a show. Breathless, you break away, foreheads touching. “Stage in twenty-five.”

He grins wolfish. “Plenty of time if you stop arguing.”

Somewhere overhead, metal thuds and the latch unsticks. A maintenance tech swings the door open, eyes widening at two flushed, tousled professionals standing a hair apart.

“Uh—camera rehearsal,” Hyunjin says smoothly, straightening his shirt. You grab your clipboard, nod like that explains everything.

Backstage bustle swallows you. Onstage lights flare. From the wings you watch him dance, every line razor-perfect, every camera mark dead-center, the seven-count spin landing like a victory. Mid-routine he finds your gaze, grin slicing through strobes—a private encore.

The crowd roars. You clap, surprised at the warmth flooding your chest. Rivalry, it seems, can double as ignition.

After final bows he appears at your side, hair damp, smile reckless. “Director, tomorrow’s blocking session… should we test another door?”

You arch a brow, fighting a grin. “Only if the latch is reliable.”

He twirls a backstage keycard around his finger. “Trust me, Sweet Bean,” he murmurs, borrowing the café nickname crew teased you with, “I’m excellent at encores.”

You’re not sure whether you want to roll your eyes or kiss him again. Maybe both. For once, you skip the argument and signal toward the darkened corridor.

“Rehearsal room’s that way,” you say, already walking.

His answering chuckle, low and pleased, follows close—like a downbeat ready to drop.