#Crochet Crowd Favourites

[h3arts4strs]

Birds of a Feather

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K. Sato x fem!Reader

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01 ᯓ★ After years of not seeing or hearing from your old friend, Kenji Sato, it’s announced the player would be making a return to Japan. Although you have decided to leave that life behind, an unexpected encounter is made.

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“Western baseball sensation, Kenji Sato, is finally coming home.” My attention immediately shifted from what was meant to be a crochet sweater but rather resembled a Thneed from The Lorax, to reach for the TV remote to increase the volume. “It's reported that the famous baseball player will be returning home and joining the Japanese Giants this season! Pretty exciting-“, it was at that point I switched off the TV and let out a sigh. It has been years.

Ken and I had a strong bond in the past, one bound together through child wonder, the thought of something lasting forever and a shared love for Ultraman. I still remember the first day we met, sometimes shamelessly catching myself thinking about the incident. It was a summer afternoon at a primary school baseball game. Due to the sport being newly established at my school and the few numbers at the time, the boy and girl teams had been conjoined to make up for the numbers. I could still recall the lush grass underneath my shoes as I gripped the baseball bat, ready to swing and woo the crowd of students who had stayed after school. The pitcher, a dark-haired boy whose head was too big for his shoulder was getting in position, waiting for the signal from the coach. One, two, three, ball! The ball was hurdling towards me, its speed picking up as it got closer and closer. I kept my eye on the ball then, smack!

I dropped my bat and my hands immediately flew to my right eye, gently applying pressure in a poor attempt to alleviate the pain I felt. How embarrassing. Members of my team were flocking to check my condition as I was still in shock. The team surrounded me as the coach gently removed my hands from my eye, revealing the dark ring that had started to form from where the ball hit me. It was that day that I had met the boy who hit me with the ball, it was that day I had met Kenji Sato.

It was through the baseball incident we started talking and quickly became the best of friends, often going out after all baseball games to get delicious frozen treats or play superheroes in the park. One of my favourite memories with Kenji was, the time he gave me the best advice, something I carry with me every day. It stemmed from primary school and how I would be alienated or made fun of for how I looked. Whether it was for my skin colour, hair, or how I sounded, especially when speaking in broken Japanese, I became the talk of the school. I hated it. I hated how my name was an inside joke to many cliques. I hated myself. The relentless teasing led to me always begging my mom to let me straighten my hair, in an attempt to fit in. Kenji noticed this, prompting the best advice he has ever told me, something that will forever stick with me, ‘kids will talk no matter what, so give them something good to talk about’. It was moments like that that had us stuck at the hip until a forceful separation was made a few months later, Ken was moving to America. 

At that point in time, it felt as if the world had ended at the fruitful age of 11, unbeknownst to what awaited me in my years of adolescence. My best friend would be moving across the North Pacific, to the world of the west, leaving Japan and me behind. We then made it a mission to keep contact, not allowing our friendship to falter and for the first year and a half we did just that. The strength of our bond could not be questioned as it was that strong and not once had I ever been left to wonder are we still friends. It was only until I noticed he messaged less and less and took longer to reply and when he did, it seemed forced. I was naive to think that we would stay the same, to believe that he would get tired of this distance. We were like two slow dancers, experiencing each other's comforting embrace until the song's ending would inevitably force us to part. I can’t blame him. Life happened and we unfortunately never spoke again, leading me up to my present, one where I sit snuggled up in a warm blanket as I attempt to crochet while having the ambience of the TV fill my luxury apartment.

I would love to meet up with Kenji again and see how he’s been doing after all these years but the thought of it being an interaction is nothing short of that awkward tension with constant “oooh”, “That’s cool” and “By the way, sorry for not messaging you anymore out of the blue, I was feeling a bit silly” so it would be best I leave that chapter behind, continue living life as I have been. After coming to my conclusion I decide to retire for the night, getting ready for a busy day as a KDF fighter pilot.

. . . 

As the sun shines through my blinds, I slowly rise, stretching until a satisfying pop noise escapes my back. I go about my regular morning routine and change into my fitness wear which consists of sweatpants, a compression jacket and some trainers. After battling with my hair, I managed to put it into an updo, practical yet adorable. I grab my headphones, phone and house keys and go out for a morning run. 

I had started incorporating morning runs on weekends as a way to remain active when I was not able to surf and enjoy other water activities. As my body carried me on the boardwalk at a steady pace, I listened to my favourite artist and mentally planned out my day, I was going to go home, freshen up and explore the city, discover small shops that hid in the crooks and crannies of the city, have lunch at a cute cafe then return home, it would be the perfect self-care day. 

I continued to run, enjoying the salty breeze that gently blew on my face, the rising sun that warmed me up and the sound of crashing waves I could hear over my music. My mind and body felt amazing, being able to reconnect with nature after a long week of flying and capturing was therapeutic.

After running my routine 5km, I headed towards the nearest smoothie bar to get myself the tasty treat I deserved after doing my run and beating my previous time constraint. I walk into the shop, enjoying the feeling of the AC cooling down my body. I analysed the options on the menu and decided to go with a simple berry smoothie. Once my order had been prepared and I reached over the counter to receive my drink, I felt someone tap my shoulder. When I turned around to see who was behind what they needed, “Hey, it's been a while."

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✮chérie

[https-furina]

✎ when you love someone. ft. lyney x fem!reader content: heavy angst, death/murder, fontaine archon quest spoilers, detail to injury, ooc lyney while i’m practising. not proofread. w.c. tba.

there's a melancholic harmony that comes with dating that infamous, ash blond magician who's name is uttered from every fontainian's mouth across the country. 'he's miraculous!' they exclaim, eyes glittering like stars as they leave the opera epiclese, grins wide on their faces. he truly is, you think to yourself as you follow the crowds out on some evenings after witnessing your boyfriend's abilities for the nth time. yet you also know better than this. the lies intertwined between soft kisses shared in the moonlight and the forced smiles he'll throw in anyone's direction.

lyney knows better too when he fumbles for his house key, a gloved hand fishing into his pockets to pull out the cold metal. a prospect he never thought he'd grasp when he devoted himself to the orphanage beside his sister, starved and defensive. there's almost a pained smile on his face when he calls out to you that he's home. at this hour of the night, the court of fontaine is a quiet city, especially in this quarter. the night life clings to the hotels that bustle with activity, drinks and other numerous acts that people indulge themselves in to drown their pains out - but he knows that the house he'd made a home with you was never this quiet.

it's a strange thought to him that you'd ever go to bed without waiting up for him first - that was your favourite routine, curled up on the couch with a plate of fresh conch madeleines you'd baked earlier in the day. a crocheted blanket would be draped over your bare legs, one of lyney's own white dress shirts hanging flimsily from your frame with the buttons done up. he would grin at the imagery if only it wasn't for the slow, tense anxiety creeping up his spine, leaving a trail of hairs standing on edge at the silence you'd left him with.

"ma chérie?" he calls out again, that sweet nickname rolls from his tongue like it has a thousand times before since you started dating. it's familiar, it tastes warm and like your homemade cooking you'll bring to him before his shows - a comfort he'll cherish no matter how much his acts crumble him.

you knew months into speaking with lyney that he worked for the fatui behind that whimsical act of a magician. you remember that tight feeling that choked your lungs for breath, you remember the vivid way the corners of your vision darkened and his words echoed in your head. he looked so pitiful, his brows knit together and a beautiful glitter to his lilac eyes when he's on the brink of tears from your lack of response.

growing up, you recall the stories your parents and elders had spat in distaste regarding the fatui - snezhnayan scum, good-for-nothings, troublemakers that cause nought but harm wherever they go. you truly believed that lyney was none of these, how could he be? he'd swooned you so lovingly after one of his shows on a starry night, having caught your eyes in his audience. he claims it was love at first sight, the cheesy phrase making you giggle whenever he'd reference it. he'd whispered sweet nothings in your ear the first night you'd shared a bed together, fingers dusting down your body in feather light touches like he considered you porcelain.

surely these were things that proved his innocence? that proved the truth in his words when he first mumbled 'i love you' against your soft lips midway through a kiss? you gave him his chance and lyney was determined to not let his affairs as a fatui member ruin what he had with you. things were perfect for the upcoming year, even if that smile he flashed to anyone who looked in his direction was so fake that you could almost grimace.

it is not lyney that anyone should have doubted the faithfulness of - the safety that his arms brought you. it is the fatui, the harbingers, the organisation that tears lives apart for their personal gains. it's the promises to protect their members' families and loved ones that fall on deaf ears yet feed their members' minds with relief and keeps that every faltering loyalty in check. they have them wrapped around gloved fingers that are ready to snap at any moment.

lyney kicks off his boots by the front door, twirling his hat as he hangs it next to your coat. in his younger years, he'd debated what the meaning of love was. he'd thought over the concept of a home - of four walls that were safe and permanent. every time something took a wrong turn in his life, he considered if he was capable of being loved, perhaps if he was even capable of loving too. if there was one thing he was certain from his time with you, it was that you'd proved him wrong.

his legs carry him tiredly up the staircase, his footsteps light as he steps over a particular floorboard he has memorised that creaks - just in case you'd truly gone to sleep without him tonight. the silence is deafening, he can't even hear the faint sounds of your breathing from your shared bedroom where the door is cracked open and the moonlight floods out like a liquid river. he glimpses red through the crack and his brow furrows in concern, picking up the pace of his steps.

the world you'd built with lyney crashes down the moment his hand - free of its glove - pushes the bedroom door further open and his eyes fall onto your body. you're limp on the floor, laid on the soft, fur rug you'd begged lyney to buy when you were furnishing your first home together. he still vividly remembers the beam you gave him when he caved and agreed. there's a pool of blood around you, drenching that cream fur and seeping into the floorboards beneath you. it's oxidising, darkening - how long had you been here like this?

lyney falls to his knees beside you, your blood soaking through his stockings and wetting his skin but he shrugs the uncomfortable feeling away when his hands push you onto your back, your head rolling to the side limply. your eyes are white, rolled back but there's a look of fear written across your face and lyney's eyes begin to sting with the idea that you'd been scared in your final moments; no, he refuses to accept that you're dead. you're simply injured, passed out - he'll get you to a doctor and he'll never let you out of his sight again.

but the waterfall of red that decorates your neck and stains his white shirt he knew you'd be wearing tell him otherwise. his hands clasp at your cheeks, cupping the cold skin as his thumbs desperately rub at you in hopes that you'll come to, smiling and reassuring him. he blinks the tears in his eyes away but all they do is fall down his pale cheeks in precious streams of emotion when he doesn't wake up. he doesn't open his eyes again to see sunlight streaming through the light fabric of your bedroom curtains. he doesn't hear his favourite laugh in the whole of teyvat when you notice he's woke up. the silent atmosphere is still very much present, tense and ready to be sliced with a knife.

the only sounds are lyney's jagged breaths, desperate as he starts to hyperventilate to get air into his lungs. he presses his ear to your chest, not caring if his blond locks fall into your blood as he frantically searches for your pulse, a sign of life. there is not even a shallow breath that falls from your chapped lips.

you had taught lyney many things in the time you'd devoted at his side, things that the fatui could never teach him. you taught him how it feels when you love someone but as he releases a pained cry into the night, you'd also taught him the anguish that comes from the decision of trusting the fatui the way he had before.

© https-heizou 2023.

[asiogie]

long post vidcon ramble about dream branding and the vidcon dteam booth 🥹

i can't get over how the dream branding staff talk about dream 😭 they speak of him so fondly and with so much love 😭💕 the designer of the cat beanie told me that dream insisted that it be very loose (because he has a big head) and very soft and also it Had to be rainbow. i told him that i crochet and when the beanie is too tight it makes your hair frizzy and he laughed and said "yeah that's what dream said" 😭

the designer of the blue smile more crewneck (i really wish we got their names) was so happy to see me and snow wearing the crewneck and even happier when we told her it was our favourite design.

there was another staff member who was AWESOME at interacting with the crowd when dream was in the booth and kept the energy up while we waited to meet him

another staff told me it took them 6 hours to set up the booth and that they put a lot of love and effort into it. all the banners and displays were printed in orlando and brought over!

anyways ramble over i just wanted to say i appreciated the effort they put into their work and the enthusiasm they had for the whole weekend 😭 they had thousands of people coming through that tiny booth and yet i never saw any of them lose that energy

[mydarllinglover]

Playing Favourites || One

That dreaded time had come, once again, Reaping Day, for the 69th year in a row.

Cove wasn't worried, she wasn't a career, even if her name managed to be picked, someone would volunteer for her, right? They'd have to.

It wasn't often that District 4 had volunteers, but considering Cove had dropped out the academy, she had high hopes someone was willing to take her spot.

"Where've you been, girl?" Cove's father asked, as she walked through the front door, wringing out her wet hair.

"Decided to take an early morning swim, burn off my nerves." She huffed, making her way towards the bathroom. "Peacemakers are here, by the way."

"Already?" He asked.

"Yeah, Dad, not long now." She sighed

"It won't be the same, it can't." He muttered to himself. "I can't lose her too."

"It won't, there's a 6 in what? 10 thousand?" Cove shrugged, coming up with a random estimate of 12-18 year olds in her district, out of the 100 thousand population. "I'll be fine, I promise. 'Sides, its the last one, then we're free."

She didn't really believe these odds, but she had to keep a front for her father, he had been broken since the incident, that had happened three years ago, where she had lost her brother, and her mother, only a week apart.

She remembered it, well, it wasn't something that was exactly hard to forget, both had happened right in front of her very eyes.

Her brother being brutally massacred, when he had made it so far into his games, all he had to do was beat those four tributes, and he would've been home, but the second he accidently shown vulnerability, he helped that kid, his story was over, just like that, her parents and herself were gathered around the TV as it happened, sobbing and yelling, trying to wake up from the nightmare.

Her mothers pain had turned to anger, she had been petitioning and striking all around the district, for a stop to the games, and on the same day, the following week, her mother was hung, for the whole district to see, as a warning, the games would never end, and rebellions would be diminished.

But it wasn't just her family, that she had lost to the Hunger Games, her friend from school, Finnick Odair, the sensation that he was, had been reaped and won his games, at only fourteen, the youngest ever, he was loved by the Capital, and since winning, and moving to the Victor Village, he had no time for his life from before, no time for her. They had hardly seen each other, his first year, and she couldn't move past the images of him taking those other children's lives' on repeat, in her head.

After her brother, Finnick had taken all measures possible, to avoid the girl, a notable memory, had been a few months after the games, she was working in Shrimps Café, the boy had walked in, and as soon as he layed eyes on her, before either could blink, he was back out the door, she had never seen him in there, since.

She wondered if he felt guilty, since becoming a Mentor, knowing that these people's lives were in his hands, and it was up to him whether they died or became murderers, maybe that's why he had gone out of his way to avoid her, for three whole years, knowing the pain he had caused her and her father, for he had been there too, when her mother was hung, she had spotted him, that day, in the crowd.

Once the seawater had been rinsed out of Cove's hair, she reluctantly got dressed for the Reaping.

She had chosen a pale blue silk dress, that complemented her well, throwing an crocheted off-white sweater over the top.

She did her best to tame her wild blonde curls, but being drenched in saltwater, and bleached from the sun, over the years, hadn't been the best thing for her hair, so she brushed through them with her hands, untangling any knots, letting her hair stay down, to air dry.

She then sprayed her mothers perfume along her body, letting the scent bring back warm memories of the woman, she only ever wore it on special occasions, or reaping day.

Cove sat down on her bed, hugging her stuffed shark to her chest, the one she had since she was a child, as she waited for the time to pass.

The 69th Hunger Games, all those children that have died, for something they had no hand in, it made Cove feel sick at the thought, her brother was one of them, and now, another unlucky twenty three, would be joining him and all the others.

When enough time had passed, Cove placed down her stuffed shark, getting up from her bed, and leaving her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Dad...It's time." She tried to keep her voice steady, as she leaned against the door frame of their living room, he hadn't moved since she first entered the house. "Daddy, it'll be okay."

"I can't lose you, too." He began to sob. It was the same, every year, since her brothers passing.

Cove holding her father together, as if it were him being sent to his death, each year.

"We're going to be late, it's okay, here, Grap was kind enough to sneak me this." She handed her father a small vile, morphling, she was willing to try anything, to keep her father from causing a scene, or even his death, to this day, they still had eyes on them, after what her mother had done to their reputation. "It'll make you feel better, I promise."

Her fathers red rimmed eyes fell on her, and then her outstretched hand.

He sighed as he took it, unstopping it, and downing the lot.

Cove held her fathers hand tightly, as they walked down to the Square, outside the justice building, together, ignoring the onlookers, and the whispers, from the other residents of district 4.

Cove had worked hard, over the years, to make a name for herself, not the girl who's brother died during the games, or the daughter of the hanged and widowed.

She made friends with every tradesperson in district 4, she took on as much jobs as she could, and even doing volunteer work, for others. Every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night, she sang in the Tavern for the people, she loved singing, and apparently, others liked her voice, too, as she always seemed to have good feedback.

Though, Cove was popular with the community, her father had become a hermit, since the passing, he rarely left the house, he was a shell of the man he once was, no one in their district held any respect for him, especially after what he had let his wife do, and then with how his wife had passed.

Begrudgingly, she kissed her fathers cheek, letting go, and pointing him in the direction of where he should stand, in the crowd, as she lined up behind the other children.

"Name?" One of the registerers asked.

"Cove, Cove Tippet." She answered, holding out her right index finger.

The man took hold of her hand, pricking her finger with the little machine, then placing it down, clocking her into the Panem records, once again.

Once she had been processed, Cove made her way to stand with the other 18 year old girls in her district.

"Feel sorry for everyone else" Tampa Riverbank scoffed, beside Cove. "Only one of us here has to be sacrificed, for us lot to go home safe and never have to worry about this, again."

"Well, may the odds be ever in our favour." Cove put on a posh accent, mocking one of the Capitols many motto's, causing a snicker and scoff's from the girls around her.

"Can you see that one, over in the 16's" Another girl had turned around, to ask the two. "Lil redhead."

They followed where she was nodding at, spotting her.

"That's Annie." Cove replied. "Annie Cresta, I think, she's like two years below us, in school."

"Look at her crying and sobbing." Tampa rolled her eyes. "Like, hello, we all have a chance of dying, or surviving."

"Who's the careers, this year?" Cove asked her.

"Uhm... I'm not actually sure, I haven't heard anything."

"If Tampa's not heard anything, good luck."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She turned on the girl next to her.

"Come on, you know everything that goes on, around here, You're the biggest gossip in the district."

"Shush, here come the victors." The same girl from in front of them, hissed.

All their attention turned to the stage, watching closely as the previous Victors of District 4 walked it

Mags Flanagan was the only female tribute of their district, that was still alive, winning in the 11th games, having the first ever Victory Tour, Adrian Mississippi, he had won a few decades ago, he was a lean balding man, he mostly kept to himself, no one really saw him around the district, Cove could remember her father telling her once, that his games had been before the second quarter-quell and he never truly seemed to come to.

Max Pompano, had been a couple of years after, she'd spoken to him a few times, though he could come off blunt, and a lil strange, he had always been polite. Oscar Shan, who had won a good ten years ago, had been one of Finnick's mentors, along with Mags, she had been grateful to him, for saving her friend, even if their friendship was no more.

Then, Finnick Odair took to the stage. 

Hushes and whispers could be heard all over the square, Cove was pretty sure she had seen someone's mother faint, when he gave a wave to the crowd.

The girls around her giggled and nudged each other, but she had tuned them all out, her face was blank, as she strayed away from him, as he took his seat.

"Now, now, settle down." The Mayor of district 4 called.

The whole of the district faded into silence, as he spoke.

Cove was still in her own world, as he continued his annual speech, about the Hunger Games, the dark times and the importance of the morals Panem now had.

"And now, our escort, all the way from the Capital, Remus Tacita."

A brightly dressed, and eccentric Man walked the stage, he was dressed in all shades of blue, and wore a wig, that looked as though it was supposed to be representing waves, Cove guessed this was him trying to support the district.

"Welcome, Welcome, everyone, to the 69th Annual Hunger Games, as always, it is an huge honour to be here, once again, and may the odds be ever in your favour" Not even a whisper was heard, in the silence that followed.

"Very well then, now is the time to pick one very brave young man and woman, to compete, this year, ladies first, of course."

The man trotted to the large bowl, containing the name of every girl between the ages of 12 and 18 in the district.

Remus dipped his hand in, digging around for a certain piece of paper, before pulling it out, and holding it high for everyone to see.

He then walked back towards the mic.

Tampa yanked a hold of Cove's hand, squeezing it tightly, with her eyes scrunched up shut, as they waited.

"... This years female tribute is.... Cove Tippet."

Cove clapped her hands, not hearing what he had said, until she realised she was the only one.

"Why's everyone looking at me, who was picked?" She asked Tampa, who was staring at her in horror.

"Cove, it was you." The girl from in front, hissed at her.

"What, no." She shook her head.

"Cove? Cove Tippet, come on up here."

She had heard him, now, the other girls moved out of the way, for her, as a peacekeeper marched forward, ready to escort her.

"Go, Cove" Tampa shoved her forward, into the path up to the stage.

She struggled to find her footing, as he legs visibly shook.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Remus encouraged her forward.

Cove's face had paled incredibly, some wondered if she was going to throw up, or pass out.

With everyone's eyes on her, and the Camera's pointed in her direction, broadcasting all over Panem.

She walked forward, much like a deer, learning how to walk for the very first time.

Cove stared at the stage, as she got closer, it was the last place her mother had stood, alive. And it was where her brother had also been sentenced to his death.

She wondered what thoughts were going through her fathers mind, right now.

As she stood in front of the stage, frozen, not being able to get any closer, Remus let out a bored sigh, to the people, jogging down the stairs, taking a hold of Cove's arm, as if he was helping her, but she could feel the force of him dragging her onto the stage.

"You know what I have just realised." Remus spoke into the mic, as she stood beside him, looking shell-shocked. "Your brother competed, a few years ago, didn't he?" The man grinned.

Cove's head slowly turned to look at him, her mouth was slightly opened.

"Well, let's hope you have some more luck." He laughed. "Right then, moving on, now, time to pick our male tribute." He left Cove's side to go to the other glass bowl, picking out another name, her ally, or her competition. "Lake Osborne!"

Another 18 year old.

She knew him, and they barely interacted with each other, but when they had, it wasn't always pleasant.

Lake fist bumped the air as he grinned widely, practically skipping onto the stage, the polar opposite of Cove.

The mayor took the spot of Remus, as he said aloud the Treaty or Treason, to the district.

"Your tributes of District 4, Lake Osborne and Cove Tippet, you may shake hands." Remus cheered, as he went back to the mic.

Cove still hadn't moved, her eyes hadn't strayed from her father, in the crowd, until she felt the boy grab her hand, yanking it towards his mouth, as he kissed the back of it.

"Get a hold of yourself." He muttered in disgust, as she blinked at him.

They were then ushered inside the Justice building, one of the fanciest places in the whole of the district, where they would get an hour to say goodbye to their loved ones.

Apart from her father, Cove would be rather surprised if she had any other visitors, and she was only allowed 5 minutes with her only other living parent.

But as time kept ticking on, not a single soul had shown up, not until there was only ten minutes left.

"Manta?" Cove stood up, spotting the owner of shrimps Café, and the tavern, a middle aged woman who she had grown to love a lot. "What are you doing here? Where's my father?"

"Honey." She sighed, taking a seat, urging the girl to, as well. "We tried talking him into coming here, we did, but he couldn't, the poor fella couldn't even speak, it's just too much for him, right now."

"What?" her brows furrowed, as her lip started to pout. "He's not coming? He won't come say goodbye to me?"

"He wants to." Manta brought her into a tight hug, cradling the girl. "I know he does, but he's scared it will be his final goodbye."

"It will." Cove sobbed.

"No! Don't you say that." Manta pulled her off, glaring at her. "You still owe me shows and shifts, don't you dare say that, you're coming back home, even if I gotta drag you back here."

"I-I can't survive this, look at me! I'm not a fighter, or a survivalist."

"Look at what you already have survived, my dear, you are a fighter, and you can survive, you will survive. And whilst you're at it, make amends with that lover of yours, when you're both trapped up in the capital."

"Who? What lover?" Cove shook her head.

"The blond boy, Mr Odair, don't think I don't know about your two's history." The older woman rolled her eyes. "I see everything that goes on around here."

"We're not even friends."

"Well, its universal knowledge about how well he's loved. He's your key to winning, so do whatever you gotta, to win him back over, you got it?"

"Time's up." A peacemaker called through the door.

"You get your ass back here, girl." Manta told her, placing something in her hand, as she was escorted out of the fancy room.

"Look after my father, please, Manta!" Cove called after her. "Please!"

Once the door had closed, again, and she had only 5 minutes left, Cove sat back down with a heavy heart.

She opened her palm, where Manta had placed something in it, inside her hand, was a small seashell, attached to some tight elastic rope, aside it sat a small note.

For when you're missing home, give it a lil listen- Ma

Cove brought the shell to her ear, hearing the sounds of waves, and the wind, the noises that would always remind her of her district.

That must be her token, that every tribute is allowed to bring with them.

She quickly put it on over her head.

And then she was being transported to the awaiting train to the Capitol.

Where her and Lake was made to stand in the doorway, letting the cameras get a good look of their new tributes of District 4.

"Smile." She felt a pinch in her back, as Lake muttered to her, with the side of his mouth.

Cove listened, smiling for the cameras, waving excitedly, as she bid them goodbye.

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[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 2- Honey

Warnings: established relationship, farmer's markets

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 569

“Look, honey!” You raise your free hand to point, but your fiance is distracted by an arts and crafts table and doesn’t look over.

“Yes, dear?” He asks, obviously distracted.

You tug on his hand, the one that’s been linked to yours ever since the two of you entered the local farmer’s market an hour ago. “No, it’s honey. Look,” you insist, and Aaron finally lifts his gaze up from crocheted toques to see the booth of organic, locally sourced honey that you’re pointing at.

Ever the dutiful partner, he allows you to drag him over to the booth. “Look how many flavours they have,” you marvel, observing the neatly labelled jars. “Raspberry honey! How do you think they do that?” Aaron doesn’t get a chance to answer before you ask, “Do you think it actually tastes like raspberries?”

Aaron is well-versed in the art of doing anything and everything to make you happy. You know that, have known it for years, but it doesn’t make it any less special to you when he gets the attention of the older woman standing at the booth and says, “Excuse me. Do you have any sort of samples? My fiancee is curious about the raspberry honey.”

“Of course, sweet cheeks!” She turns to bustle around for something, and you take the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on Aaron’s nose and mumble, ‘sweet cheeks’ under your breath.

He just chuckles and pulls you closer, one arm around your waist when the woman turns around with a handful of popsicle sticks. She hands them to you, then motions to the row of jars that don’t have lids, towards the left side of the booth.

“These here are the sample jars,” she explains, waving a hand through the air down the line. “You can try whatever you like, just don’t use the same stick twice!”

You hardly need the warning, but you thank her nonetheless as Aaron and you move toward the open jars. Immediately you dip one stick into the raspberry honey, your eyes lighting up when flavour hits your tongue,

“Aaron, you have to try this!” You hand him a popsicle stick, discarding yours into a wastebasket near your feet. “It’s so good.”

“I’m not eating honey off a stick. I’m not a bear.” You frown at his rebuttal, ready to challenge it when his eyes drift past you. “I’ll be right back.” The sentence is abrupt, throwing you off guard.

“What? Where are you going?” He starts to walk by you, and you turn to face him. With a boyish grin on his face, he points at the homemade bread stand that’s three booths down.

“Going to get a couple of samples to put the honey on.” Aaron’s lips brush yours, and then he steps back. “I’ll be right back, baby. Try a couple more, and we’ll get your favourite once we’re done here.”

The crowd seems to swallow him up as soon as he retreats into it, but just moments later you see a head of inky-black hair in front of the bread booth. When he turns around, his eyes meet yours and he gives you a triumphant grin as he holds up a napkin with several small cubes of bread laying on top of it. You beam at him, delighted as he starts maneuvering his way through the crowd and back to you.

God, you’re a lucky woman.

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[stargatebarbie]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @spurious 😊

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Yes! 7 years this November

02) What was your dream growing up? I wanted to be a psychologist for a long time but tbh glad I didn't end up doing that I am not suited to it

03) What talent do you wish you had? It'd be cool to have an idetic memory. Or even just like, a good one. My memory is shot lol

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? I could really use a proper coffee rn

05) Favorite vegetable? like good cherry tomatoes. the home grown kind. Or maybe potatoes

06) What was the last book you read? I'm currently reading Dungeon Meshi! I'm really enjoying the anime and decided to pick up the manga, just finished the first volume

07) What zodiac sign are you? Cancer 🦀

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Yeah ears stretched a little, I think they're only 1cm & septum piercing. I haven't gotten around to getting any tattoos atp, shit's expensive, but I absolutely want them

09) Worst Habit? stealing all the cups and forks in the house

10) What is your favorite sport? not to be a stereotype but I don't really do sport. ig hockey?

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? naturally pessimistic but i really try to like. practice optimism

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. one time I was locked in a bathroom with a goat

13) Do you have any pets? Yes! A cat named Moon :)

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Scary for sure. I blame my mum she hung a clown puppet in my room as a baby

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? boy howdy would I love a breast reduction

16) What color eyes do you have? grey/blue

17) Ever been arrested? No but I have been detained for like. safety reasons oop

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle i suppose? I don't really drink a lot of soft drink though

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? probably fund my move out of state

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? home tbh. or the beach when it's not too crowded or cold

21) Do you believe in ghosts? No, to almost a cartoonish degree. I saw a ghost as a child & I still don't believe in them

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? any of my 8 million art/crafts/creative hobbies (currently mostly crochet, tatting, & drawing) & binge watching tv

23) Do you swear a lot? Ohhhh yeah. not only am I Australian, I'm from mining country

24) Biggest pet peeve? People being willfully inconsiderate of others in public spaces. trolley parked across the isle, tiktoks with no headphones on the bus, talking on the phone at the cash register, that sort of garbage

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? um. weird?

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? Yeah but like. I suck at it lol

27) Favourite and least favourite food? fave: potato bake & least: sausages

28) Do you believe in God? Nope lifelong athiest

29) What makes you happy: hanging out with my cat, rotating the blorbos in the brain microwave, finishing a project (in theory), and uhhh I'm replaying totk with my gf right now that's pretty great

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: listening to a country & folk playlist, folsom prison blues just came on shuffle

31) Favourite place to spend time: uh yeah home

32) Favourite lyric: truly i hate to choose favourites there are so many um. okay

I'll be the jester as long as you are my queen Make a fool out of me I wanna be the source of your laughter

33) Recommend a film: I almost never watch movies uhhh. I recently forced my gf to watch the Birdcage with me bc she'd never seen it, it's so good

34) Recommend a book: Peter Darling by Austin Chant my beloved. Also I'm reading Several People Are Typing by Calvin Kasulke rn and I'm really enjoying it if you work in an office and have slack or similar then I highly recommend especially

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: Stick Season by Noah Kahan is just SUCH a good album

36) Recommend a TV show: Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - great for lovers of musical theatre and/or the mentally ill 😌

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I'm from Queensland and currently live in Tasmania. I've moved back and forth between QLD and TAS a few times, and plan on moving to Melbourne eventually

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? The aforementioned cat, I got him from a shelter & they got him from a dumpster <333

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? during a drinking game I once took a shot that included; soy sauce, fish sauce, Worcestershire sauce, vodka, a warhead (sour lolly), fanta, and probably some other stuff I'm not sure I was very drunk and 18 year olds should not be unsupervised with that much alcohol bc they'll invent the world's worst drinking games

40) How did you 'find' fandom? A friend of mine sat me down in front of her family computer in their bible library (not a joke, whole library of bibles & Christian religious texts) & said hey. have you heard there are people on the internet who write stories about these two guys from this one series kissing? and I was immediately hooked lol

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. work laptop (bc I am on the clock oops), personal PC, crochet project, calcifer plush, & my cat glaring at me from my computer tower bc I wouldn't let him sit on my keyboard

42) How do you style your hair? Well it was a mullet but it's super grown out now so it's more of a shag & I mostly just chuck it in a bun or something. I desperately want to shave it but it's so cold, idk maybe I'll just make a few beanies & buzz it anyway

If you want to join in please consider yourself tagged! 💖

[saintirulan]

things from today i loved #4 💓:

japanese classes are going better than expected <3 tho paul (im name dropping him idc), the guy who didn't believe film studies was an actual field of research, was still there so ugh.

but i met t. again and i feel like i really want to become closer friends with him, he seems so cool and smart and chill!!! he asked me about the penis festival dyhsysvsys I hope I get to sit next to him next week!!! and that I get to enroll in the course.... I sent an email to the professor, there were like 80 people for half the spots soooooo

also honestly the film analysis exam sounds so fun and I already have ideas for it!!! brimming with excitement, I missed this feeling a lot <333

also c. gave me a coaster she crocheted for me and like <333 we surprisingly bonded a lot over emotional turmoils and im glad she feels safe talking to me about it <3

also the weather was kinda super bad but!!! i still managed to make the most of my day <3 i did all my laundry, my homework, found a movie i really want to watch, tried out some new snacks (all SO GOOD)

and then a smaller group of six of us (honestly my favourites so far except t. who's in like a whole different crowd duebyshs) went out to eat for dinner and i shared yakisoba with veggies with j. and it was SOOOOO GOOD. and it's right outside campus so we are definitely going back!

we then went to the konbini and i found a new brand of coffee and milk i can try <3 and it also has the cutest label of them all so far. also an italian girl told me they sell a hot version of my fave brand so far with allegedly italian milk in the school canteen so im definetely going to pick it up tomorrow after class!!!

we also agreed we want to do movie nights and honestly. YIPPEEEE k. has been asking more about movies and like YIPPEEEE x2 he doesnt even have bad taste and thats a lot for a straight dude. especially coming from me <333 but today was definetely way too cold. the walk back was FREEZING

but my heart is so full of warmth aaaaaa it came out that im not exactly straight and im glad it was just with them because i still feel very unsafe about it because of TraumaTM but they were so sweet to me 🥹 especially j. he really is so great <333

[lady-of-endless]

Hello! May I please request a one piece matchup? If you're too busy please feel free to delete! <3

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BASICS

Name: Mochi

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (any gender match is ok!)

SIGNS AND TYPES

Zodiac: Libra sun, Libra moon, Leo rising

MBTI: INFP

Enngram: 4; the individualist

Alignment: Chaotic good

House: Slytherin

Love Language (Giving): Physical touch, quality time

Love Language (Receiving): Quality time, gift giving

PERSONALITY

Likes: Video games, reading, drawing, writing, crochet, cross stitch, Sanrio, frogs, mushrooms, cows, coffee, sweets, summertime

Dislikes: Chores (executive dysfunction), cold weather, bitter foods, crowded places, overload of sounds (sensory issue)

Personality: I'm a very quiet person, but I'm also very friendly and bubbly. I love making friends even though I have social anxiety around new people. I'm not the most talkative, though I can hold a conversation: I'm a great listener, at least! I love spending time with my loved ones, especially my special person. I try really hard to make people feel welcome and relaxed when they're around me. Despite being quiet, I'm generally quiet communicative. When it comes to negative feelings it does have to be dragged out of me a bit, but otherwise I'm an open book!

I'm very chill most of the time, and can be very laid back. More a follower personality. I can be a bit cavalier as I deal with everything through (often quite dark) humor, but if I ever make someone genuinely uncomfortable I'm good to stop. I do need to be told peoples feelings directly though as I'm not a good judge of others unless I already know them well. Because of this I don't sus out peoples intentions well and see the best even when maybe it's not there. I'm pretty naive and gullible tbh. If you dig my humor, though, I'm really funny.

I'm very mental health aware. I suffer from anxiety and bipolar II, so I can be a lot. That being said, I'm very observant with those I love and very good at dealing with ups and downs in myself and others. I'm very introspective and always in my head for better and worse. I'm always striving to better myself, but tend to doubt myself and give into negative self talk.

I value my found family above all else. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them and I've been told I'm too loyal. I also value accountability, a growth mindset, and ambition.

Im very indoorsy and a bit of a homebody. That being said, I don't mind being spontaneous from time to time or going out if there's something interesting to do.

I have my moments of insecurity for sure but I'm pretty confident most of the time. Like I said, I'm an open book - I'm not shy to talk about anything with someone who asks and is seemingly well-intentioned! I honestly just have a huge interest in how people think and love picking their brains lol. I also love silly theorheticals for this very reason.

I'm a big softie who unsuccessfully pretends to be a tough guy. I've got a major weakness for cute things and wouldn't hurt a fly in reality. Soft candy with a gooey centre fr.

APPEARANCE

Hair: I have shoulder-length very dark brown wavy hair with a side part and grown out fringe. My hair is plain but it's soft!

Eyes: I have beautiful, big chocolate brown eyes with long lashes. They're one of my favourite parts of myself!

Body: I have olive skin, a pear figure, and am overweight. I have about 7 smallish tattoos, and piercings in my lips, ears, and nose.

Style: usually I'm very hobo-chic with all sweats but my preferred style is either full alt or cute pink dresses and bows.

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Tysm for your time! Don't hesitate to message me if you have any questions!

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this request and how detailed and well structured it is! It made my work really enjoyable. As a side note, you seem such a nice person. Hope you'll enjoy it! 🌹

I ship you with...Trafalgar D Water Law!

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Your chill and laid-back way of being is what naturally draws him to you. Afterwards, your bubbly side is what keeps him close, all whipped and annoyed.

- He hates to admit that you are exactly what he needed.

- You both seem loyal, mature and ambitious. Once he discovers those traits in you, he decides that he wants you close. An ally, maybe. That's what he sees in you initially.

- A softer demeanor is what Law needs to heal from his past. You being a softie is what will keep him getting better. Is also a side of you that he wants to keep as a secret, not wanting others to try to use it as manipulation.

- Being introspective is a mutual trait so at times, it will be a little complicated for you to figure out and communicate what's happening between you two.

- He's the first to notice that you're feeling anxious. Maybe because he's a doctor or maybe because he worries for you, who knows? (Hint: It's both.)

- The innocent gullibility you mentioned is something that triggers Law to take care of you. And also to tease you, good luck.

- Soft hair? Lay next to him as he's studying and let him run his fingers through your hair while he's reading.

- A cute scenario? You two would have late night convos about tattoos and piercings. Both being half asleep, talking about what other tattoos or piercings you want/consider cool.

- About your style, I think you two would make a great power couple when you go for the alternative aesthetic. If you go for the cute pink aesthetic, there's something about it that makes him whipped.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! Thank you so much for feeding my addiction to this game, my fixations have been hyper-ing. Your writing has been living rent free in my head. If you're still doing match ups, can I get a match up for tokyo debunker?

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bi

Zodiac/MBTI: Gemini/INFP

Appearance: Super wavy hair, light brown/darker blond. Pale skin, hazel eyes, and I'm pretty tall! 5'9. 5'9 and a half on a good day.

Personality: I'm pretty quiet. I have inattentive ADHD and a good portion of my day is spent in my own imagination. I'm naturally forgetful and a little clumsy, and I tend to avoid crowds, but when someone else puts in the time to befriend me I don't treat it lightly. People pleasing is a big issue for me, but when I trust someone I turn into a completely different person. I enjoy making people laugh and being a very caring little shit. Like a sour-patch kid lol

Likes and Dislikes: I'm a big dating sim enjoyer, and I've recently started re-reading my favorite comic series from when I was a kid (shout out yj '98, you were the realest). I dislike open water, conflict, and rude people.

Hobbies: reading, writing, Casual elf/fantasy fashion, and whatever new little hobby the bees in my brain told me to start this week. (it's crochet as of now)

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchup!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Kaito are both daydreamers and you’ll definitely bond over this. Sometimes, you can sit together and let your minds wander while still enjoying each other’s company.

Since you’re more on the clumsy side, he’s taken to carrying Band-Aids and anomaly medicine around with him in case of emergencies. It’s come in handy a few times for him too since I can see him being a bit clumsy as well.

Loves reading comics, especially if they’ve got a good balance of action and romance. Kaito’s always looking for new things to read so please give him recommendations. He’ll always read them and make notes to tell you his favourite parts.

He’s not a huge fan of conflict either but he’ll do his best to “be a man” and stand up for you. Just be willing to comfort him afterwards since it usually never goes how he hopes.

Since you like making people laugh, Kaito is more than happy to be a bit more giggly than usual around you. He loves seeing you laugh as well so expect a lot of goofy moments.

[look-i-love-u]

Weekly Tag Game(s)

I am soooo late. I'm later than late. I'm fucking atrociously late to do these. But maybe you'll still want to read my replies`?! Maybe? I got tagged by so many amazingly lovely people: @juliakayyy, @guinguin1984 , @ardent-fox, @ian-galagher, @francesroserecs, @surviving-maybe, @suzy-queued, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @deathclassic, @iansw0rld, @michellemisfit

Name: Vey

Where in the world are you? Germany

Do you have a favorite towel? No

Can you skip rocks? I can. On a really good day.

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: Arschgeige (I'll let you figure that one out yourself)

Favorite toast topping: butter and marmelade

Thoughts on bread pudding: Never had it

City or country living? City

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? Cuddling my dog

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? I'm trying to counter my pessimistic nature with undying optimism. Works sometimes. Not always.

Can I tag you in random stuff? Definitely! Please do.

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Name: Vey

Age: in my thirties

Favourite colour: Clothes: Black, lipstick: pink

What emoji best describes your current mood? Unfortunately it’s 😑

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? Nope

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve. But painting is fun too.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I don't know what pumpkin-spice is. I do love pumpkin bread and waffles. But those are made with the real thing.

What's your favorite season and what's your favourite pie that you associate with it? Spring. And Strawberry cake. Pie isn't really a thing here.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? couscous salad and aioli

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? black tea or hot chocolate

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? I don't celebrate Halloween

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? Ehm... I made a pretty good pasta bake the other day. I finished reading a book. I started a new crocheting project. I finally managed to send off Evie's birthday present.

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🔤 Name: Vey

🎶 Last song you listened to: In a Crowd of Thousands - Reinaeiry feat. Chloe Breez

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: Not on Spotify. But usually Alexa Feser

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: "I just want everyone to know, I'm fucking gay."

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: chocolate. All the chocolate.

🌮 What food are you craving today: pizza

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: Flower U-Up

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): I don't have tattoos. I don't want one.

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: Seducing the entire Baldur's Gate party. Oh well, just Baldur's Gate in general.

[lexiklecksi]

Meet the writer (tag game)

Three fun facts about me:

I have a big drawer filled with wool and yarn in all colours. Instead of crocheting the yarn I already have, I keep buying new balls of wool.

I still believe that my plushies live secret lives when I’m not watching, like in Toy Story. I know it’s stupid, but these movies permanently altered my brain chemistry.

I drink several cups of tea every day. Tea always makes me feel better when I’m stressed, sad, having a cold, tummy aches, etc.

Favorite season: Spring! When nature comes alive after a cold winter and flowers bloom again.

Continent where I live: Europe (Germany)

How I spend my free time: This greatly depends on my current special interests and hyperfocus. I have many creative hobbies like writing (obviously), crocheting, calligraphy, painting, crafting, making jewellery, collecting stuff and reading as many books as I physically can. While being creative, I usually listen to music or (mostly true crime) podcasts. Plus, I enjoy long walks in nature or around my city.

Are you published? I self-published an anthology of my German poems (you can buy it here) and I am currently writing a ya fantasy novel (read more about it here).

Introvert or extrovert? This is very hard to answer. I am introverted in groups and very anxious in crowds, but with just a bunch of people I can be very extroverted. So I'm either an ambivert or introverted among strangers, extroverted among friends.

Favourite meal: Tacos! Every Tuesday is Taco Tuesday! Well at least this year my fiancé and me made tacos every Tuesday (or Thursday).

I’m tagging @redbloodprose @authorivyljames @asa-writes-stuff @viola-cola @the-down-upside-finch @writingbyricochet @charlies-storybook @thesorcerersapprentice @awakeingdreamer @bitethebard @redbloodprose @endlesslyapologogising

Template and picrew link under the cut!

Three fun facts about me:

Favorite season:

Continent where I live

How I spend my free time

Are you published?

Introvert or extrovert?

Favourite meal:

[tinykenobi]

Hello there!🧸

Please read this post before interacting with me

This blog is a SFW age regression blog. If you don’t like agere then you’re welcome to block me.

DNI LIST:

-ANY KINK BLOGS AT ALL (including ABDL/Ddlg) I DON’T CARE IF YOUR CONTENT IS SFW IF IT’S FOR KINK DON’T INTERACT WITH MY POSTS. Not only should kink not be in SFW spaces but I have used kinks as a form of SH in the past and I don’t want to interact with those spaces, period.

-thinspo/proana/ED blogs

-racists, homophobes, transphobes, and other bigots

About me!

-You can call me Obi-wan, Obi, kiddo, or little one

-I use they/he pronouns

-I’m 26, but my little age is 3-5 (please do not message me if you are a minor, for both our safety and because it makes me uncomfortable. You can still reblog from me though)

-I use regression as a way to cope with my CPTSD and autism (+ other things I haven’t been evaluated for yet)

-I have a wonderful husband who is also my CG

-this is NOT a star wars rp blog! Lets just say i have a very complicated mental situation that has not yet been untangled by a professional

Likes:

-Anything Disney and Star Wars! (obviously) 🍭

-being cozy 💜

-soft toys and stuffies 🧸

-my favourite shows are Muppet Babies, Young Jedi Adventures, TOTS, Mickey Mouse Funhouse, and Bear in the Big Blue House📺

-my favourite movie ever is Nightmare Before Christmas💀

-video games, especially FNAF and Dreamlight Valley 🎮

-Coloring 🖍️

-crafts like cross-stitch and crochet 🧶

-cold/rainy/snowy weather 🌧️

Dislikes:

-mean people👹

-“adulting” whatever that’s supposed to mean 🧐

-crowded/very loud places 📣

-when my stuffies fall off the bed while I sleep 🥺

[thyandrawrites]

Get to know me tag by @akfanatic thank you for the mention!

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better and/or like to catch up with; as always, no pressure to do this

Favourite color: blue

Last song you listened to: reflections - we are the in crowd

Currently reading: currently nothing unless you count The summer Hikaru died, but I'm several chapters behind (again). Please rec me something with nuanced characterization, I'm soooo bored 😭 better yet if it's a weekly manga so I can have something new to brainrot over

Currently watching: also nothing. Being in between fandoms sucks

Currently craving: AUTUMN. I need the cold to function

Coffee or tea: both!

Any hobby you'd like to try?: I've been meaning to learn embroidery but I keep putting it off bc idk if I have the patience for it. It's really pretty tho

Any discipline you'll follow during the Olympics?: just volleyball

Any AU/Alternate Universe you've been plotting for?: not really. I'm still getting used to writing again after going through a creative slump for 2 years tho so I'd consider this progress...? It's been slow going and I've had a lukewarm reception so far so I might just stick to crochet going forward

Thanks again for the tag!

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Solrin x LI stuff that just makes sense in my head: ↓

Solchael -

• She is currently trying to turn Michael into a cuddle bug. She wants a really cuddly and snugly boyfriend, so she's incredibly over affectionate to him so it can rub off on him. It's slightly working because he's getting more prone to being a little touchy feely with hand holding. "Curse you Sol" - Michael

• she once had to look after his motorcycle for a day since he was forced to go with his parents on this 'parent/child' bonding session with catching fish and going to a restaurant to eat.

At the end of the day, Michael now had a cutesy little wolf charm on his keys. What can she say? "They looked bland... Now they're cute!" - Solrin

• his nonchalance is rubbing off her, which is making him happy since they both can just chill and 'mind their business', since she usually was real nosy about public drama out loud. Now they can be nosy together in secret

• they try baking together as dates sometimes. It usually ends up with them getting mad at being in each other's way, them kissing too much and forgetting they have food burning somewhere, or just eating the batter and then just buying stuff at a bakery. No inbetween

• they both have a small possessiveness problem. More Solrin than Michael, but you bet they don't like being away from each other's eye for too long in crowded places. Solrin likes to put on bright lipstick and kisses him all over to make it obvious, Michael would just casually swoop by and hold her close and give her his jacket.

They just like eachother a lot.

Calrin -

• actual snuggle bugs for eachother. They just can't stop holding eachother and cuddling up like 2 cold cats in front of a heater in a shared cat bed. They're addicted honestly- but who can blame them? 1 is a 6'1 tall beefy jock who's literally a golden retriever, 1 is a slightly muscly 5'10 girl who wears really cuddly stuff (furs and fuzzy and crocheted stuff, and plush stuff). "It's necessary! It's to keep my girl warm and safe!"

• Trust Caleb will take her on the cutest dates known to man. Like cat cafe dates (though he doesn't go in the cat area, he stays at their table), going on a swan boat on a lake, having a cute ol fashioned picnic in a park, even just roasting marshmallows by the campfire in his backyard... "You really are the sweetest man ever~" - Solrin

• she loves wearing his clothing. His sweatpants, his tops, his hoodies- ESPECIALLY his striped white & black sweatshirt. She never takes it off if she's wearing it. Caleb lets her, he doesn't mind- he likes seeing her in his clothes anyway, she looks nice in them.

• she loves kissing him. 1 because she just loves kisses, 2 because she can feel his smile on her lips when she does and it makes her heart feel all gooey inside. Sometimes she goes overboard and kisses him so much that his face & neck ends up a glittery/glossy mess. He doesn't mind though.

• they're just drunk in love. Absolutely wasted on endorphins and romantic chemicals. They love just giving eachother kisses with their eyes, and just hanging around eachother.

They chilling fr.

Solade -

• S-U-P-P-O-R-T-I-V-E what's that spell? You BET Solrin is seated at every game Jade is playing when Hearst Isn't Versing Berry. She's the loudest in the crowd- ESPECIALLY when Jade gets their team a point and/or wins the game. "BEAT THEIR ASSES JADE!" - Solrin

• she also loves to give Jade sports team merch that she knows she'll love. Baseball bat keychains? A signed hat? Some limited edition cups? Solrin already swiped it for Jade. Even if something is out of stock, she'll just make Jade something handmade about her favourite sports teams! "I don't know how you do it, but thanks!" - Jade.

• Jade takes her on thrift dates. Thrifting is their main date idea, almost every week they go thrifting to see whatever is available to buy or look at. She even takes Sol to unknown thrift stores and antique stores just to see all the cooky shit people bring in and the stories they can make about said cooky shit.

• Jade also likes to lift Solrin up. Jade is a jock, she definitely does sports, please she WILL be somewhat muscly. She has no problem grabbing her 5'10 gf and picking her up and swinging her around after her team wins a game.

• they're both addicted to milkshakes. If they have a cafe date, a date at the golden griddle, going around town together- they're getting milkshakes. Cedar Cove milkshakes just hit different...

All in all, WLW supremacy.

Solgan -

• Morgan doesn't like Solrin because of how pretty she is. She really doesn't, because how can she concentrate when a tall curvy goddess is in front of her staring at her and giving her half-lidded eyes? This raging lesbian brain is NOT functioning. "Dammit, can you just not be hot for 2 seconds?" - Morgan

• she probably spends most of her time at Sol's house anyway. Her dad is chill and makes good hot choco, and also she likes just chilling in her loft bed, even if it's just too stare at the ceiling- her house can sometimes be too loud with her mother's music blasting from the lounge when her mother cleans... "You know I've never seen you so calm before... Its nice." - Solrin

• Solrin loves Python. She loves Python a ton, so much so that she keeps giving python head kisses and holding her. Python likes her since she doesn't try and bite her, which makes Morgan angry since Python loves giving Morgan little hisses and bites sometimes.

• she also loves wearing Morgan's denim jacket as a top. Just to wear as a top and nothing else. Of course she asks Morgan, and Morgan DOES mind when she does, but her gf looks hot in it, so it's whatever...

• they probably make out a lot in Morgan's car- and then act like nothing happened and they just go and get something to eat... Though Solrins earrings and jackets can be found in the backseat tidy somewhere.

They're THE dynamic. C'mon now.

[spurious]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @audioletter 🧡 who did hers here

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? m a r r i e d

02) What was your dream growing up? i wanted to be a vet until i realized i would have to deal with animals in pain lol

03) What talent do you wish you had? not to steal audioletter's answer here but also drawing tbh.

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? one of those fancy starbucks iced lime drinks with the green coffee beans

05) Favorite vegetable? oooooh hm. broccoli?

06) What was the last book you read? poking at a reread of Catch-22

07) What zodiac sign are you? scorpio sun, gemini moon, cancer rising

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? several tattoos and 2 ear piercings

09) Worst Habit? according to @audioletter, sleeping diagonally on the bed. according to Lemon, forgetting to refill her automatic feeder

10) What is your favorite sport? i like watching basketball

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? uh. i don't really think of myself as an optimist but i think i kind of am a bit of one.

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. two of my chromosomes are stuck together

13) Do you have any pets? cat & borbs

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? if i had to choose one of those adjectives I'd go with scary but i'm not, like, super scared of clowns?

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? i would give myself an ass so that i can sit on hard surfaces in greater comfort

16) What color eyes do you have? blue

17) Ever been arrested? no

18) Bottle or can soda? can

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? we haven't left the country since before covid so. plane tickets

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? home tbh

21) Do you believe in ghosts? not actively but like. i wouldn't be surprised if there were.

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? video games, crochet, watching tv, going for meandering walks

23) Do you swear a lot? i don't know what constitutes a lot? i feel like i do.

24) Biggest pet peeve? people who get on a crowded train and stand around by the doors instead of moving into the far less crowded aisles

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? ummmmmmmm. odd

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? yes! i'm weird at it but i like it.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? fave: probably cheese. least fave: shrimp

28) Do you believe in God? probably?

29) What makes you happy: sound of the cat purring. sitting in bed with my wife and playing our games and talking. sour candy.

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: The Mountain Goats - Jenny from Thebes

31) Favourite place to spend time: i like! to be! at home!

32) Favourite lyric:

And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam / And no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home

33) Recommend a film: Clue!

34) Recommend a book: Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: have you heard of the mountain goats :)

36) Recommend a TV show: Freaks and Geeks

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I'm from metro Detroit, Michigan, and I've lived there, in Ohio for school, and then in Ibaraki, Japan, followed by Osaka where I've lived forrrrrrrr. 13 years or so?

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? Lemon was found after a typhoon when I lived in Ibaraki. Niles and Nesmith came from the bird store where everyone wanted the fancy baby budgies and they were being ignored for being too Standard lol

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? WELL. If you don't know, some regions of Japan eat whale meat, and some regions of Japan use whale meat in their school lunch. So uh. One day when I worked at an elementary school I was blithely eating my school lunch only to be asked by one of the kids how I was liking the whale meat. 😐 (it's not even good)

40) How did you 'find' fandom? i actually don't totally remember? my first fic reading experience was cardcaptor sakura, and i think it was on a fansite or something rather than ff.net....and then i found my way to LJ and HP fandom.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. I'm at my desk at work so: rainbow glitter fountain pen, ps5 devkit, photo from our wedding, coworkers, "everything is fine" 10 of swords card from the modern witch tarot deck

42) How do you style your hair? currently a bob with bangs. i have started carrying a little comb in my handbag for this

I'm gonna tag people!

@alienfuckeronmain @sga-owns-my-soul @stargatebarbie @texasdreamer01 @acrowbyanyothername

@colonelshepparrrrd @queen-x-ishtar @hearteyesmcgarrett

[loveyouanyway]

Hi Nolan! Fun fact about me: I always tell myself I'm only going to pick two or three numbers to send to people and then end up going wayyyyy over that, so here you go! 1, 3, 8, 9, 12, 36, 40, 72, 81, 92, 93 & 98! <3

hi baz! ahahah love that :D

what's your favourite thing in your room?

one of my fav things is a crochet frog my friend made for me 🥰

3. what colour is your hair?

dark brown! with a red tint in the sun asdjskdfd maybe i'll dye it again

8. favourite coping mechanism?

watching tv and reading fanfic (and avoiding my problems 🙈)

9. favourite love language?

answered here!

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

hmm well i guess mandarin would be the most useful so i can talk to some relatives!

36. do you daydream? what about?

yes so many daydreams. 911 and i daydream about my fics instead of writing them 😭

40. who's voice do you enjoy?

oliver stark <3

72. do you like loud crowds?

no but i don't hate them?

81. whats your least favourite animal?

hmm mosquitos asdfdjdsdk

92. what trends did you hate?

im sure there's something but i can't think of any rn

93. whats your favourite item of clothing?

hoodies!! i also love graphic tees

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

regular