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just a little notice to say i'm alive and that i'm not ignoring anyone on purpose!! i know i still have a few threads and starters to work my way through and a whole slew of plotting messages to respond to, and i'm planning on getting through them slowly and surely from earliest owed to most recent. i should have time this week to catch up and write a bit more, thank you everyone for your patience! ♥ ...gif unrelated but i want to find these opportunities to use anora gifs when i can since ani's such a departure from lily, LOL. "i shared my playlist with him. and he was very rude and dismissive." love this movie (the mikey madison typist stating the obvious)

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When Sooji retrieves her phone, Lily cranes her head over the top, though the time makes no sense to her when she's reading it from upside down, and it's clear her long locks spilling out on either side of the screen and obscuring her vision isn't helping. She trusts Sooji's word for it, or, rather, her reaction to whatever time of the night (morning?) it must be.

She blinks a few times, suddenly noticing how dry her eyes are from having been awake for so long, and it's even more apparent now that her stray tears of laughter have dried out. Instinctively does Lily reach for her drink again but her fingers unclasp from the glass, reminding herself it isn't filled with water but alcohol.

A more sober, more reasonable Lily would have declined the invitation - it was way past her usual "bedtime" (what a lie, bedtime was whenever she decided it was!), plus, she had videos to edit tomorrow (nothing extremely time-sensitive, anyways - just put it off another day). Instead, she finds herself mirroring the enthusiasm of her friend, along with her bright smile, already breaking out into another fit of giggles as she nods her head enthusiastically - oh, but not too fast, or the world would begin to spin.

"Your singing? My god, my head will split open, there will be no saving me," she laughs, and instead of forgetting the presence of the bartender, this time she chooses to ignore it, sliding a 50,000 won note and some stray, crumpled 1,000's as she stumbling out of her barstool. "Okay, but how terrible are we talking? Like, upset me when I'm sober for a few hours 'terrible,' or upset my dad when he next visits 'terrible'?"

Her laughter almost turns to sputtering, picturing an inexplicable full-back tattoo in her mind's eye as her arm remains firmly hooked to Sooji, her anchor, the two of them pouring out of the bar into the chilly streets of the night. "So, I think I saw a noraebang on the way here, or, like, a PC bang down the street or something, or - oh my gosh, unmanned claw machine store?!" Lily tilts her head at the few bright lights still blinking in the darkness of night, no doubt meant to attract those who've had a few drinks and are looking for more ways to waste money such as these two.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄. and, her head tilts back, laughter spilling from her lips in uneven gasps, one hand weakly slapping the bar like the act alone might somehow keep her grounded. it doesn’t. nothing does. not when lily is just as bad beside her, their giggles feeding into each other in an unstoppable loop.

“n-no, but—” sooji tries, only for the thought to disintegrate the second she opens her mouth, replaced by a wheeze so violent it knocks her forward. her forehead meets the counter with a light thunk—which only makes her laugh harder. her drink—something dangerously sweet, deceptively smooth, and definitely the reason her brain feels like TV static; the culprit to her current delirium . somewhere in the haze, lily manages to form actual words, something about what time is it? and oh my god, how long has the bartender been glaring at us?

sooji blinks blearily at the digital clock across the bar, willing the numbers to make sense. they don’t. the only thing her brain processes is late.

“oh, shit.”

had she noticed the bartender’s increasingly sour expression? not at all. did she care now that she had? . . .also no. but lily was right—they probably shouldn’t test their luck.

sooji clumsily reaches for her phone, squinting at the screen like it holds the answers to life itself. (it doesn’t. it’s just her lock screen—a cat in a silly little hat—but that’s beside the point.) she turns to lily, eyes wide with sudden, newfound urgency.

“okay, okay . . . hear me out—pc bang. or—” she gasps like she’s been struck by divine revelation, gripping lily’s arm for emphasis. “noraebang. lily. IMAGINE. the acoustics. our voices? atrocious. the experience? immaculate.”

she grins so bright, the sheer chaos behind her eyes is practically tangible. with that, she goes to sling an arm around lily’s shoulder. ready to steer them both toward the exit like this is some kind of great escape.

“what do ya think?” she leans in, voice dropping like she’s about to propose something scandalous. “we've got at least a few more hours to make some terrible choices.”

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When the knock on the door arrives, Lily startles, almost dropping the tray of strawberry matcha cookies from her mitten-protected hands; luckily, the piping hot tray only tilts a few degrees before she regains her balance, carefully setting the small tray atop her potholders before setting her mittens aside and attending to the door.

She scans over the display beside her front door, not expecting company, though a visitor was pretty much always welcome in her humble but welcoming space. It's a familiar face, with a book in her hand, and it takes a fraction of a second for the cogs to turn in her head, her hand acting automatically and opening the door.

"Hey," Lily greets in response with a big smile, offered to both good friends like Taewoo and complete strangers. With her dominant arm, she reaches out for a half-hug before stepping back, scanning his demeanor. Her lips stay in the same shape as he speaks, offers the book, and her hand reaches out not to take the offer but to wave it away in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh, I've read it a thousand times, honestly, I don't need it back. Do you know anybody else who wants to read it? I'll probably just donate it to a local thrift if you can't find anyone else to pass it onto, I definitely wouldn't want to give you any extra chores though." Her fingers reach to gently pinch the corner of the book, giving him a moment to consider the offer. She almost jokes about Taewoo's loft slowly morphing into a mini-library, but her eyes catch a stiffness in his posture first, and Lily remembers the way his words seem almost hesitant.

The two have shared enough time and space with one another for Lily to recognize that something was out of the usual, and so her free hand rests on the door frame, peeking back at her cramped kitchen. "It's a bit of a mess in here, but I just made some cookies if you want to sit down for a little and try a few out? I could brew a mug of coffee or pour you a warm glass of milk, too," she chuckles softly, though the offer is of course sincere enough, and there's a look in her eyes that hopes he'll accept so she can invite him in and lift his spirits.

*  #  𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 ; lily spiegel (@longiflorums) .ᐟ‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ *   # 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽﹔ at lily's door .ᐟ‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. it wasn’t like lily was expecting him. he could just leave the book outside her door, ( cowardly ) send her a message, and retreat to his apartment where the blinking cursor on his screen was waiting to mock him.

but then again, the thought of going back to his desk—to that manuscript, to another email politely pushing back against the author’s refusal to accept edits—made his stomach twist.

so he stayed.

the hallway smelled faintly of rain from someone’s umbrella left open to dry. taewoo rolled his shoulders back, adjusting his grip on the book in his hands. his fingers twitched, itching to fidget, so he dragged his thumb over the embossed title on the cover, tracing the letters like that would somehow bring him peace. comfort him in a way the world had yet to do.

he let out a slow breath, forcing himself to focus on the weight of the book, the quiet hum of the building, the way the light above illuminated the hall in a soft glow. small things. tangible things. not the fact that his head ached from reading the same paragraph ten times or that he was probably still scowling without realizing it.

he knocked. a soft, measured sound—polite. almost hesitant. and, before he could process any slivers of regret, the door opened. a familiar face there to greet him.

"hey," he managed, quieter than he meant to. he probably looked a mess—he realized a second too late. hair slightly mussed from running his hands through it too many times today. with that knew knowledge swirling in his mind, he cleared his throat, shifting his weight slightly. "i, um—figured i should give this back before i forget." he held up the book, as if to show proof; to justify his impromptu visit.

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#brewedtask 1: loft moodboard

i. multipurpose dining table / hosting area / staging area for recipe photos ii. dog-eared recipe notebook and food diary, scribbled bilingually in english and korean iii. a place to sleep (and scroll ig reels and make yourself order hot pot delivery at 2 am) iv. bathroom amenities v. bug. will you squash it, or trap it under a cup and set it free outside? vi. kitchen appliances stored beneath the countertop because we make do with limited space! vii. corkboard by entryway with receipts to various restaurants, reminders, and mementos viii. translation workspace (note: never tidy. ever.) ix. herbs, the only plants she can keep alive

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it's a little late, but i can't ignore white day without having our little recipe-tester lily here give away a baggie of homemade sweet treats to her friends (of any gender)! please like ♥ this post, and i will send a little treat bag from lily to your muse - pre-established connections assumed, even if it was just seeing your muse in brewed awakenings once before, and feel free to just treat it as a one-off ask response of any length of your choosing. happy late white day!

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Academy Award nominee Mikey Madison on the latest cover of @hollywoodauthentic.

📸: @gregwilliamsphotography

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@pixelwhispcr asked...

⁹⁾ a bar an hour after last call ( for sooji )

( ask meme: currently accepting! )

"No, no, no, but I'm saying -" Lily interrupts herself in a fit of laughter, holding a hand up, her other arm draped over the edge of the bar providing her with some stability, her head feeling light after three cocktails. Her companion can barely make out a word between the laughs, Lily throwing her head back and lifting her hand to wipe a tear from her eye, holding her fingers over her chest and willing herself to calm down (but not without a few giggles and snorts).

"Like I was saying," she begins again, almost immediately sputtering at the thought that was hilarious to her that she'd yet been unable to voice aloud. "…Wait, what was I talking about?" Her words are ever so slightly slurred, the end of one word transitioning into the next in a single syllable without stoppage. Even the thought of having forgotten what was so funny to her makes her laugh all over again, both of her hands coming up to cover her face as she launches into another fit of laughter, this time silent, though her shoulders shook as she giggled.

A few moments later, she's wiping another tear from her eye with a soft sigh, the exhaustion from her laughter beginning to slowly settle in. "Oh, my god, what time is it?" Her hands come to shield her eyes (from what was yet to be seen, considering the dim light within the bar), and she looks towards the digital clock on the wall directly opposite the bar. It takes a moment of buffering for Lily to realize the time, her mouth gaping open in awe as she turns away from the bar and leans in toward Sooji, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "Help - oh my god, okay, what if we continue at a PC bang or at the GS25 beside the apartments? How long has the bartender been giving us the stink eye?" She thinks she's whispering, hopes she is, but this many drinks in she couldn't be sure if she were actually shouting instead.

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@veloursamour asked...

This looks so fun! I'd love to work on this one with you. Also thank you in advance for the starter ❤️ the end of the line at a b-list movie star's meet-and-greet

( ask meme: currently accepting! )

"Thank you so much for inviting me," she beams, holding onto the sleeve of Lysander's coat at his bicep and jumping up and down in place - half out of excitement, half because it was absolutely freezing out. Times like this really reminded her of how she'd always be a Californian at heart. Lily shivered, trying to warm herself up through her own coat before sticking her hands in her pockets to seek the relief of her disposable hand warmers.

Despite being at the very back of the line, they were only a few people away from being able to shuffle into the heated lobby of the movie theater where the meet-and-greet was taking place. Truth be told, she wasn't the most familiar with this celebrity - maybe she'd heard their name in passing once, or she could easily be mistaking them for someone else entirely - but Lily was happy to accompany any of her friends for anything, no questions asked. Besides, any worries that she'd be taking up the spot of a bigger fan was dispelled considering the lack of people behind the two.

"Do you think it'd be weird if I asked if they have, like, a special cooking tip or go-to family recipe or something? I feel like they'd probably appreciate a question out of left field like that after talking about their film all day..." she muses aloud thoughtfully. "Oh, and you're definitely asking who they're wearing today, right? Like, without question?" She laughs softly, her breath leaving her smile into the frosty air as a cloud of steam.

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@neonbrew asked...

for your settings prompts meme: the last room in a drive-in motel in the small hours of the morning

( ask meme: currently accepting! )

The American collapses on the stiff, starched bedsheets over one of the two queen beds, and spreads her arms on either side of her body with a groan of exertion, her mocha-colored hair splaying out beneath her head. A sigh with the day's adventures is released from her lungs, floating up towards the old and yellowed ceiling lamp, blinking her eyes in silence. Lily stays sprawled out that way for just a few moments before pushing herself up onto her elbows, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning down to untie her shoes and kick them off unceremoniously towards the corner of the room.

"I should not have had that coffee at 2 in the afternoon," she chuckles quietly, addressing her French companion in their shared language of Korean as she focuses on unwinding for the night - or, more aptly, the morning: the digital clock on the bedside table sandwiched between the beds was telling her it was now twelve hours since that aforementioned coffee.

She stands to rummage through her weekender bag for a change of clothes, scratching her head with another soft sigh. "I'm way too lazy to wash up or brush my teeth. Is that bad? That's bad, right?" she asks, the question mostly rhetorical, though she'd appreciate some validation from Asher nonetheless. "Well, bathroom's all yours for the time being. If I'm not knocked out by the time you're done, I'll see if I have any energy left for a shower, otherwise I suppose that can wait until -" Lily checks the hand of her smart watch, chewing on her bottom lip pensively. "- Mmm, five hours from now when we have to be up." The tail end of her statements morphs into a soft whine of protest, though she knows the pair will need to beat the traffic early to continue on their trip.

"Try not to gag and barf when you see the bathtub is combined with a shower, okay?" she jests, corners of her lips curling up into a teasing smile as her eyebrows raise, clearly poking fun at the complete dissonance between their dingy room and her friend's upper-class upbringing.

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setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a rural gas station in the middle of the night

²⁾ the last room at a drive-in motel in the small hours of the morning

³⁾ a cold, draughty church on a thursday night

⁴⁾ a stranger’s bedroom at noon

⁵⁾ a window seat on a red-eye flight during a storm

⁶⁾ a hospital waiting room with only one other person in it

⁷⁾ a sleeper train eight hours from its destination

⁸⁾ the first night in a new house, alone

⁹⁾ the steps of a wedding chapel in the rain

¹⁰⁾ a dingy truck stop after ten hours on the road

¹¹⁾ a divorce attorney’s office on valentine’s day

¹²⁾ the beach at ten on a monday morning

¹³⁾ a police station in a foreign country

¹⁴⁾ a coffee shop at two in the morning

¹⁵⁾ a concert venue, hours after the band’s set has finished

¹⁶⁾ a boat miles from land in any direction

¹⁷⁾ the third highest floor in a skyscraper

¹⁸⁾ the end of the line at a b-list movie star’s meet-and-greet

¹⁹⁾ a bar an hour after last call

²⁰⁾ an overgrown garden in a heatwave

²¹⁾ a car park lit only by streetlamps

²²⁾ a film set two days from the end of production

²³⁾ a graveyard in spring

²⁴⁾ the lap of someone who’s been gone for too long

²⁵⁾ a kitchen counter whilst dinner’s being made

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mikey madison for new york times

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let's give this another go...! you can call me rui (26, she/her), i'm here to pen the lovely lily spiegel (26, translator and food content creator) for brewed awakenings! for some preliminary info while i set up her full bio, here's some quick facts about her, as well as a mun note from the typist. i'll probably get things started by reblogging a few ask memes or photos so her blog doesn't look so lonesome, and slowly make my way into people's inboxes to contact for plots - in the meantime, do shoot me an instant message if you think you have a connection that lily can fill! <3 ( gif credit )

some quick connection ideas:

foodie friend - lily's been on a madeleine kick lately. if you don't mind her furiously typing notes about the notes of vanilla and lemon into her phone, and swerving a camera around to film the food before you both dig in, why don't you accompany her on her french bakery escapades?

hey, that name sounds familiar... - is your muse a bookworm? maybe they've seen lily's name on the cover of some translated books while browsing the new releases at a bookstore!

paradox - lily's great at baking and cooking, but ask her to do anything else with her hands and it's a great big mess. your muse invites her to accompany them to a jewelry-making/pottery/painting class and the results are nothing short of laughably disastrous!

i've tried your recipe! it was awful! - oops! sorry your muse's attempt at replicating a recipe lily posted on her blog didn't turn out well. did you use whole-wheat flour instead of all-purpose...?

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