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monstaless · 3 years

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Receiving Gifts - Jinyoung Request

Relationship: host!Jinyoung x reader

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, unprotected sex

We should see what it’s all about,” giggled Miku, stopping to observe the host club across the street.

“I’ve never been in a host club before,” added Saeko. One of the young hosts had already noticed you and was making his way across the street.

A short time later you found yourself in the middle of what was essentially speed dating with the available hosts for the night. You kept glancing down the table at Saeko and Miku. The two of them hadn’t stopped giggling since the first host had walked up to you outside. At least the drinks were basically free for the next hour and the hosts were nice enough, if not too nice. None of them had impressed you yet.

The manager called out that it was time for the hosts to rotate and you thanked your current partner then lifted your drink to your lips before the next one came along.

“Good evening.” You glanced up to find the next host standing in front of you, bowing deeply. You were stunned when he looked up to meet your gaze. You choked on your drink and tried to hide it with a quiet cough.

“Hello.”

That moment was the start of something you’d never seen coming.

Despite how busy you were with your career, you always had friends to hang out with and always made time for them. Now though, if you felt lonely, you went to host club. You were a regular on Monday and Thursday nights. For three months, you’d been visiting the club regularly. You were seeing him more often than you’d seen any of your boyfriends in the past. You were giving him more things than you’d given your boyfriend in the past. You’d started by taking Jinyoung small gifts: souvenirs from train stations when you went on trips, local delicacies, and books you thought he might like.

This time though, you felt like gifting him something more. You’d found a watch while you were shopping for this season’s latest fashion. You’d dressed in one of those new outfits, hoping to impress.

Jinyoung smiled as soon as he saw you.

“Good evening. You look lovely tonight. The usual?” he questioned, leading you to your table. You nodded as you took your seat. He bowed before making his way to the bar. When he returned with the bottle of sake, he immediately poured you both a glass. You waited until he had seated himself next to you, then removed the box from your bag offering it to him with both hands.

He looked slightly confused as he accepted the box. HIs eyes widened when he opened it and he looked up at you.

“This is for me?”

“Of course, I always bring you a gift,” you laughed awkwardly, afraid that maybe he didn’t like the gift.

“Not like this.” He was studying the watch, then he stood and bowed deeply. “Thank you, Y/N.”

When he was sitting next to you again, you helped him put on the new watch. Seeing how impressed he was with the watch as he admired it on his wrist, you told yourself that you would continue to bring him gifts like this.

The manager informed you that Jinyoung was with another patron, away from the premises. You’d be lying if you said that your feelings weren’t a little hurt, even though you knew that it was his job. You were just a part of his job, nothing more. No amount of gifts or hours or money was going to change that. But you had a regular schedule and he’d always been available to you. He could've at least appreciated your patronage enough to respect your regular schedule. You debated leaving, but then a thought occurred to you and you just had to try. You’d make him regret missing out on seeing you tonight.

You asked the manager if you could have a different host for the evening. He looked stunned. He’d probably never been asked that before and he probably hadn’t expected to hear that from you. Then he nodded. He wouldn’t normally allow this, but as you were a regular and they gained a lot of revenue from you he wasn’t about to turn you away. He gave you the host menu and waited quietly as you looked through it.

After quickly browsing the menu, you decided on Hiromi, who sometimes joined you and Jinyoung when the club was slow. You knew that you enjoyed his company at least.

He joined you immediately, a gorgeous smile on his face. The idea of gaining one of the extravagant gifts that you generally reserved for Jinyoung was probably on his mind. The two of you shared drinks and chatted, but Jinyoung wasn’t showing up. After a little while you’d convinced Hiromi to tell you where Jinyoung had gone with the other woman. When you asked if he wanted to go with you to the karaoke bar, he smiled at you mischievously as agreed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” questioned Jinyoung, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the wall. You’d never seen him with this look before. He was pissed. His gaze shifted to the room that he’d just watched you leave. You’d stepped out as he parted ways with the other woman for the night. “Why are you with Hiromi?”

“You weren’t available,” you offered with a pout. “Your manager didn’t want me to be displeased.”

Jinyoung wasn’t amused. His attention was on you again.

“You asked for someone else?”

“You were away. I didn’t want to drink alone.”

He leaned in closer to you.

“I thought I was the only host that had ever impressed you,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “Did you give him a gift also?”

“What if I did? Are you jealous, Jinyoung?” you teased.

“I’m disgusted,” he growled, but nothing about his body language said ‘disgusted’. He stood back, studying you. You both glanced looked up as Hiromi opened the door and stepped into the hallway. He paused in his attempt to close the door quietly when he realized that your attention was on him. He pointed down the hall.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N. It was fun hanging out with you tonight.” He winked at you before making his way down the hall. When you looked at Jinyoung again, his attention was already back on you. He knew what you’d been up to. Nothing got past him and that was part of his charm.

You’d swiped through the options before settling on one that you felt suited Jinyoung the most. Price didn’t matter so you hadn’t paid attention to that. The room lived up to your expectations, but Jinyoung paid no mind to the room at all. His eyes were on you. He wasn’t getting paid for this, but the night was still all about you.

“Where’s my gift?” He questioned, surprising you as he placed a soft kiss to your neck. He slid your jacket off your shoulders and placed another kiss to the soft skin that was revealed. “You didn’t give it to Hiromi, right?” The straps of your dress were the next articles of clothing to be slipped off your body. You shivered, but not from the air that hit your bare skin as your brand new dress fell into a heap on the floor. “That’d really be a shame.” His mouth was right next to your ear as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you backwards into his chest.

You stumbled slightly in your heels as they got caught on your dress, but his steady hands didn’t let you fall.

“I left it with your manager,” you breathed out quietly. He chuckled quietly.

“Good, if you had given it to someone else, I think it would’ve completely ruined the mood.”

You kicked the dress out of the way and turned to face him.

“I’d never give your gift to anyone else,” you assured him, untucking his shirt. He cupped your face in his hands as he leaned down to kiss you. You’d started to unbutton his shirt, but the kiss caught you off guard. Instead your fingers curled into his shirt, searching for something to keep you grounded. He deepened the kiss opening his mouth against yours. He dropped one hand to your waist, holding you steady as he backed you toward the bed.

He let you go as stumbled backwards onto the bed. Your eyes met as he started to finish the job that you’d started of unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re wearing the shirt I gave you,” you breathed out. He smirked.

“Yeah, I always wear the gifts you give me. Now it’s my turn to do the giving.” He smiled, discarding the shirt into a pile with your dress. You barely had time to take in how gorgeous his body was. The next moment he was pushing you backwards onto the bed and covering your body with his own. He placed a kiss to your lips and then moved his lips to your chest. He paused to look up at you. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word, okay?”

“Okay” you breathed out quietly, nodding eagerly. You were trembling in anticipation of his next move. You gasped as he brushed a thumb over your nipple and then his mouth was on the other. You moaned and curled your fingers into his short hair. He was barely doing anything and you were already a mess. You’d been thinking about this for way too long.

He pulled away to glance up at you with a smirk before moving down further to pull off your underwear. He looked up at you again. “So, tell me, what do you want?”

“Please, Jinyoung. I want you.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice. You’d never had to beg for anything. He nodded, standing up to finish removing his clothes. He was over you again, his lips pressed to yours as he thrust his hips shallowly between your folds to gather your moisture before gently pushing in. You both moaned out. One of his hands found yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pinned your hand above your head.

His lips never left yours, even as he propped himself up on one arm so he could slip the other between your bodies to rub circles around your clit. He barely pulled away for breath. When he finally pulled away completely, it was only so he could watch your face as you came. He came undone shortly after, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as his hips jerked against yours.

He rolled onto his side next to you.

“This isn’t going to stop, is it?” he asked, You shook your head.

“I like when you give me gifts too,” you whispered. He smiled at you, pulling you into his arms.

#jinyoung request #jinyoung smut #got7 jinyoung request #got7 jinyoung smut #got7 smut #jinyoung scenarios #Jinyoung fic #host!jinyoung

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proxyflans · 3 years

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Novel Excerpts Compilation and More!

Happy Magical Girl Monday!

I’ve been a bit busy with classes, but as I promised on the previous Magical Girl Monday, under the cut I’ve created a compilation of excerpts that were prompted by Tumblr users. (And my ask box is still open, so if you want you can send in more prompts!)

Before we get into that, though, there’s a few things I want to go over!

First, here’s a link to a Trello board that I made so you can follow along with my progress on the light novel! I will update it whenever I make major progress. At the moment, it’s organized so each list represents a chapter, and each list has one card that has the chapter’s current word count out of my goal (8000 words). However, I might change the way it’s organized if I think of a better way.

The 8000 words per chapter isn’t a hard goal—I want to get close to it so the chapters are roughly the same length, but I’m fine with it being a little under or a little over. For example, chapters one and four are very close to 8000, but aside from a little editing, I consider them to be pretty much done since they hit all the points I need them to.

Once the story is written and edited, I’m going to design the cover and maybe a few single page illustrations, work on the interior formatting, and sell the final product in eBook formats on Itch.

What about the game itself?

The game is currently on the back burner until the first novel is finished, since most of the cutscenes will come from the novel. Doing this will improve my workflow, since I’ll have a collection of chapters to use as reference for the game instead of working on them side-by-side.

However, I’m highly tempted to switch over to a version of RPG Maker for the main game, most likely MZ. Creating cutscenes from scratch in GameMaker Studio is very frustrating. I downloaded the trial for RPG Maker MZ (RMMZ), and while I wasn’t able to utilize it every day that I had access to the trial, there was a big difference in the workflow when it comes to creating cutscenes—really wish that I had used a version of it from the start, especially for my Capstone.

One major difference may be the battles—I know I’ve said before that the current iteration of the battle system will be the last one, with no more changes, BUT this was when I was coding the entire thing from the ground up.

The built in system in RMMZ is very similar to what I currently have in GMS, but the issue that I’m seeing is I wouldn’t be able to use my current sprites without a lot of JavaScript behind the scenes. I’m familiar with JavaScript, but a little rusty when it comes to creating my own stuff. That being said, I feel like my focus with TMGiP has been with the story more than the battle system, so I feel that as long as the story branches properly and the cutscenes work, I’ll be happy with the outcome.

Thank you for following the stories’/games’ development! If you like what you see, reblog, comment, and share with your friends and anyone else who you think needs some magical girl positivity in their lives!

You can find all links on the PROXYFLANS Linktree! (Until all the download keys are taken, I won’t make The Magical Girl in PROXY a public download.)

Thank you all, and I hope you have a flantastic day! 🍮

🍮PROXYFLANS🍮

Rose emoji responses (out of context lines):

“Ya mean, after wanting to be a magical girl—for, like, my entire life—I get a piece of paper?“

“Takako. Why are we here? Why is everything teeth?“

“Your name is Takako! So I shortened it to Tako, ’cause your hair reminds me of an octopus!”

“Trinket machine’s broken.”

“Until she shows up again and hurls a rock at a villain, I’m calling it that her power is over plants.”

“Call me when there’s someone who has the power to rip out their heart and throw it at someone. Ha, that’s the closest you’d get to the ‘power of love’ in real life.” “Wow, what a romantic,” Tsubasa chimed in.

I had given Tsubasa my flan cup, “out of the blue” as she put it—and now I regretted not bringing another cup to distract me from socializing.

Before Tsubasa could answer, Masuyo placed their pad down on my desk and hugged Miku from the side, nuzzling her neck.

Character type submission:

An oddball with a heart of gold. This could describe a few of the characters from The Magical Girl in PROXY to some extent, but if I had to choose one I’d say… Minami Tsubasa, the magical girl of wind (later named “Wind Mystery”) A former member of the Paranormal Club, Tsubasa left because she is a firm believer that aliens are real, and that they’ve visited her and told her that they don’t like being lumped in with the paranormal. Tsubasa also has a lot of strange dreams that she talks about extensively with no filter to her friends, to the point that in the first episode Nana says the water droplets are like “something out of one of Tsubasa’s weird dreams.” She is the first one to stand up to Aki and her clique when they close in on Takako. Tsubasa is determined to befriend everyone she comes across when possible, but is most loyal to her small circle of friends. When Takako tells her about her Flan Girl theory (that Tsubasa might be Flan GIrl), Tsubasa accepts that she may have a past life that she doesn’t remember, and wants to help Takako regain her memories.

Song lyric submission:

You were always by my side, not anymore / Now the distance between us, is that of 3 meters (I miss you no 3 meters, translation via the Boueibu Wiki) I’ve been thinking about how to answer this: There are two separate scenarios in The Magical Girl in PROXY that this could relate to, but I don’t want to reveal the singer and the subject of the lyrics for both groups, since that’d reduce some of the tension for future plot developments… So without saying if they’re the singer or subject, and without saying who the other character in the scenario is: This lyric reminds me of Hikari and Chou.

#magical girl #anime #video games #indie #gamedev #mahou shoujo #magical girls #magical girl anime #mahou shoujo anime #videogames #video game #indie game dev #indie gamedev #light novel #novel #writing #The Magical Girl in PROXY

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maku-chan · 4 years

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⚠️TIMESKIP KYOKO AND RYŪNOSUKE ALERT DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T WANT ANY SPOILERS⚠️

I’ll be being a simp in this so he.

After saying that let’s start.

We obviously remember this...

And if you finished the manga you know about this...

So I was thinking, how Tanaka proposed again to Shimizu and she said yes...

Well Tanaka was waiting for the goddess in the nearby park. He checks his clock ‘20 minutes ago’ he wanted to confess his feelings now that he is off high school ‘Was it too soon?’.

Tanaka and Kyoko had been in touch since she graduated, it was because of her, she didn’t want to lose him, she didn’t want to lose her first love.

‘Ah, by any chance, this time, I will...ride number one’

And here is when KYOKO SAMA make her famous entrance. She jump the stairs, thinking she was late.

Tanaka just stay there, watching the GORGEOUS lady.

They looked at each other, just like the first time they met and they feel exactly the same way.

‘I didn’t get on the first ride’ Tanaka thought.

“You’re early” ✨💖KYOKO 💖✨ said “Did...?...Did I miss the time?”.

“Will...WILL YOU MARRY ME?!” Tanaka yelled, scaring a dog and making a sweet laugh get out of Kyoko’s beautiful mouth.

‘Oh shit, fast making’ he thinks.

“Not that...! It’s not different...!!!”

KYOKO was giving a shit about what he has to say, she was so happy and was thinking about what to say.

“Not now! I’ve been thinking about a lot more, so I’m thinking about it on a no count...!!!” “Yes” she interrupts.

Tanaka’s face was a poem.

“THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP!!!” He said crying and smiling.

“Yes, thank you too” she said while petting his head with a sweet smile.

This is just the translation from Japanese to English but I change some things lol

✨BONUS LIL ONESHOT✨

“Ryū! Hurry or you will have to do it alone!” Tanaka Kyoko snorted in the bathroom, the boy had asked her if she could help him lower his hair a bit, since it began to grow and he did not like how it looked.

“Okey, I was talking to Noya, he wanted to ask us out tomorrow” Tanaka said kissing Kyoko’s lips and then sitting on the bench.

“And what did you say?” the girl asked turning on the machine.

“I was going to ask you if you were busy, I think the team will go too” said Tanaka with a smile.

“If it's in the afternoon I can go, in the morning I have a meeting with my boss and then Suga will come and take me for some te” Kyoko scoffed, she worked at the same area as Suga, so they saw each other from Monday to Friday “It's the same if it's in the morning you should go, they haven't all gotten together for a long time, and Hinata returned from Brazil, tomorrow is supposed to be the day Daichi has free”.

“How do you know about Daichi?” Tanaka asked laughing, as she started to cut his hair.

“Suga and I were talking to him on our ride home” the goddess laghed.

“You were talking to Daichi and not your husband? You hurt, Kyoko” the boy joked.

“With you I always talk! Also you were on work hours, I think with ... what was her name ... Mai? Miku? Mizuki?”.

“Mack?” asked Tanaka, laughing “You forget the best name!”

“I have like 50 coworkers and you want me to remember your coworkers!” She laughed, passing the machine near the ear “Don't move, I can cut you”.

“You would never cut me” the boy winked.

“If you move, I could...” the goddess said concentrating on not cutting off his ear “...Ryūnosuke Van Gogh”.

“He's the one without ears?”.

“Very good Ryū, do you want a star?” Kyoko asked, mocking him, finishing with his hair.

“I want a kiss” said the boy, sitting on her lap.

“What do I gain from that?” She asked laughing, Kyoko could see how he pouted.

“Have a good night?”.

“I like that” She murmured, bringing her lips together, Tanaka Kyoko (23) sports store employee was so in love with the Tanaka Ryūnosuke (22) personal trainer.

#haikyuu time skip #haikyuu!!#tanaka ryuunosuke #ryuunosuke tanaka #kyoko shimizu #shimizu kyoko #SHE SAID YES LIKE THIS AND NONE CAN CHANGE THAT #SHE’S SO HOT PERFECT GORGEOUS #SHE’S A GODDESS #tanaka kyoko (23) sport store employee #tanaka ryuunosuke (22) personal trainer

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flowergrownwritesrandomly · 4 years

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What sort of animal (or animals) do you think that Bakugou would keep as a pet(s)? Ranging from a cat, something exotic like a wolf or something prehistoric like a Velociraptor. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the world of BNHA resurrected dinosaurs and other prehistoric beasts for a zoo enclosure to house pets.

You ready for me to write something really long?

Bakugou might have a cat. I wouldn’t be all that surprised, they’d probably get along. Or a snake, or some type of dog that looks really intimidating but is a total softie.

However, you mentioned the dinosaurs. I’m going to use my paleontology experience here.

So Jurassic Park sucks, because it’s a theme park and not a zoo that’s trying to help the animals, and although they have area to roam in, they are bound to get bored. And they would not make good pets, so let’s say they’re only in zoos.

The zoo or sanctuary or something wherever Todoroki and Midoriya and Bakugou are has a special program, working with one in the US, with Utahraptors. If you don’t know, velociraptors are actually more in the 3-4 foot range, while Utahraptors are more like the raptors in the first Jurassic Park. Slightly bigger than the ones in Jurassic World, I’d say.

So Bakugou visits when he’s a kid, and because he’s a being of chaos that still follows all rules set by adults he likes, he starts volunteering with the Utahraptors.

Because the Utahraptors have been studied for a while, researchers are able to pick up speech patterns. The raptors make noises from similar to a crocodile to literally sounding like a bird. It’s pretty cool.

(The raptors have also learned a lot of Japanese.)

But one day Bakugou’s in a bad mood, and since the researchers all love him and trust him, he’s in charge of doing something by the door all by himself.

One of the raptors recognizes not only the-juvenile-human-carer-is-there-behind-the-enclosure, but also the-juvenile-human-is-there-behind-the-enclosure-and-is-upset. So she hops the fence and goes to comfort the juvenile because none of the other stupid humans are doing it.

The researchers are very surprised, but Bakugou’s happy again so they’ll let it slide.

The raptor (her name is Miku) essentially goes back to the pack and manages to communicate “the humans are not doing a good job caring for this juvenile, therefore he is now my-juvenile-to-raise.”

So the researchers and carers facepalm the next time Bakugou comes in and he not only gets pulled into the enclosure, but Miku the raptor starts preening him.

Bakugou is kind of offended, because he can take care of himself thank you, but having a raptor mom is kind of nice.

The problem comes when Bakugou misses a weekend visit (because he needed to study or something) and Miku literally breaks out and finds Bakugou.

Bakugou was not expecting his raptor mom to show up in his room on a Sunday, but she keeps Mitsuki from opening his door until he’s ready so it’s fine. He’s kind of disappointed they have to walk back to the zoo/sanctuary together, but the looks on the researchers’ faces when they realize Miku broke out to check on her son is hilarious.

So flash forward years, Bakugou and Miku have a system to show when he’ll next come in, so she doesn’t have to break out to check on him. The researchers tried to keep Miku in for a while, but all the other raptors are on board with helping her break out so it doesn’t work. Bakugou literally calls her Mom, and Miku calls him “*large crack*—*callsign for my-juvenile*”.

The day after Bakugou returns from being kidnapped, Miku breaks out because he doesn’t come to visit. Miku appears at his house to a very sad and upset Bakugou. Bakugou gets the love and affection he deserves, even though all the human adults in his life have failed him in that regard.

The class finds out when the house arrest thing happens. Because Bakugou couldn’t go to the zoo that Sunday. He’s back in class Monday.

Monday appears, and Aizawa-sensei is late to class. He comes in, and goes “Sorry I’m late, there’s a Utahraptor trying to break into UA.” Bakugou’s head hits his desk.

Everyone else is freaking out. “Is it contained now???”

Aizawa-sensei grins. “No. I let it in. It was very polite, I don’t see a problem.”

Everyone starts screaming, except for Bakugou and Midoriya.

Midoriya goes, “Don’t you volunteer with the raptors, Kacchan?”

Bakugou ignores him.

The door opens and this raptor just strolls in.

The class goes silent.

Bakugou raises his head.

Bakugou: “Hi mom.”

Miku: *scolding noises*

Bakugou: “Yeah, I know. I got into a fight with Midoriya.”

Miku: *taps Midoriya’s desk*

Bakugou: “Yes, him.”

Miku: *more scolding noises*

Bakugou: “I know, I’m sorry.”

Miku: *preens his hair a bit*

Bakugou: “Yeah. See you next weekend.”

And Miku just walks out. She goes back to the zoo/sanctuary.

The researchers and carers have been waiting for her.

Researchers: “Is Bakugou okay?”

Miku: *annoyed and exasperated noises*

Researchers: “Again? Well, welcome back.”

Other raptors: *greeting noise as she goes back in their roaming grounds*

Miku: *exasperated noise*

Other raptors: *the equivalent of groaning*

This is probably not what you meant, but if there are dinosaurs one of them is keeping Bakugou as a pet. Not the other way around.

#look I know lots of information about dinosaurs and you're getting them this way apparently #people?!#flowergrownwrites #flwrgrown talks #I'm happy with how this turned out #dinosaurs!

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27koi · 4 years

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fuck it boring life updates. ill make it snappy, dont worry.

- on sunday i hung out with a friend and since my phone is utter shit and doesnt get service for being 10000 years old, i missed notifications of a protest happening ~30 minutes away. i wouldve gone if i knew, but it was nice to have some face to face interaction after like fuckin five months apart. and sonic grilled cheese. - monday i had a dentist appointment and apparently i have an oral infection and need a root canal. yaaaay. i got antibiotics from the pharmacy and some hair dye as a treat. also applied for a job in manufacturing after i heard a radio ad for it. its $13 an hour and full time. fuck it i would like money. - tuesday (today) i got dressed up to go to my therapists office. afterwards i altered an old shirt that i used as a paint rag into a muscle tank and i started embroidering a patch and listening to crime podcasts again.

its almost my 18th birthday and all i wanna do is get a new phone and fuck around in the woods. might gift myself a hatsune miku poster and some bandcamp albums if im feeling saucy.

#text #just koi tings

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rufoustee · 5 years

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Miss Miku... I missed Miku Monday again, I’m so sorry...

#hatsune miku #vocaloid #miku monday #miku hatsune #artists on tumblr #my art #fanart

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theletterunread · 7 years

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A Week in the City: Monday

Scrolling through the minutes on her alarm clock Sunday night, Marla let her attention slip for a moment. She was thinking of how when she was younger, each week encompassed an epic’s worth of transpirations, but now, seven days was a static unit of time. Her life was so routine that she was lucky to have a notable experience once a year. Her focus returned and she saw that she had let the minutes go too far: the alarm was set for 7:31. Cycling through the numbers again to get back to 7:30 seemed excessively fastidious, so she left the extra minute and went to bed.

She woke up with the alarm and went to her shower, which took longer than usual to heat up. There was a run on the building’s hot water at this time of day, one that Marla usually narrowly missed. By the time she finished washing, she was running five minutes late.

As a result, she missed her train and had to wait on the platform an extra ten minutes for the next. Marla didn’t know the commuters on her usual train, exactly – people in the city don’t make introductions on public transportation, though at a level only barely subconscious everybody wishes they were brave enough to try (or at least wishes somebody was brave enough to try) – but she recognized their faces and had a sense of who got off where. On her usual train, she could join in the daily choreography that let the influx and efflux of passengers proceed at maximum efficiency. Among the strangers on this train, however, she was untrained, and kept bumping into travelers every way she tried to move. Marla soon retreated to a pole at the center of the car, so far from the doors that she missed her stop and had to get off 20 blocks past her office.

She arrived at work 55 minutes late. This in itself wasn’t a problem – her schedule was determined by her output: she left once she finished her day’s tasks – but she missed the first pot of coffee. When she got to the kitchen, the carafe had been emptied. Even the brackish sludge at the bottom had been scraped out – by Miku, whom Marla would later see happily spooning it into her mouth and smacking on it like it was peanut butter. Brewing a new pot set Marla back further.

She got to her desk at 10:10, ready to work at an accelerated pace to set the day on its tracks again. But the clockwork, assembly line-style of her office meant that missing the start of the day desynchronized her. When Marla was ready to review the product claims, Niusha was already packing boxes for the Micronesia shipment. When Marla needed signatures on the form letters, Anna had already left to sweep down the killing floor. It took until 2pm before she had done half her day’s work and could take lunch.

The deli was empty when she went in, which initially cheered her: now she could make up her lost time. But the lunchtime rush had cleaned out most of the options, obliging her to get the only dish for which there were still ingredients. The Hägar Sandwich: beef jerky, sun-dried tomatoes and jjolmyeon noodles on thick, crusty sourdough. Marla thought her teeth looked horsey even in the best of times, and it was especially hard not to think of that for the hour it took to gnaw through the chewy sandwich.

It wasn’t until 9 that she finished her work, which meant that her train home was running local. At each unfamiliar station that she was accustomed to passing without notice – Ring Road, Ever Healthy Avenue, Mandalay Terrace – she thought of the people who lived in these in-between places. Marla imagined the timetables of their days laid over hers like transparencies on a projector. Some events coincided, but there was enough offset to create dissonance, and when you overlaid the rest of the world’s schedules on top of that, you saw the ragged, swarming mess that constitutes time.

She was more tired than usual while cooking dinner and undergoing her nighttime ablutions, and that drag added an extra hour-and-a-half to those activities. It wasn’t until 2am that she climbed into bed, and even then her body refused to fall quickly to sleep. At first, she thought she could override the circadian rhythms that wanted her asleep three hours earlier and were now stubbornly, spitefully keeping her awake. But the hours passed and Marla was awake as ever, a situation not helped by her growing anxiety about what would happen when her alarm rang at 7:30. Could Tuesday begin when Monday hadn’t had time to finish?

It wasn’t until the city began to make its early morning sounds that she felt drowsy. She finally fell asleep at 7:29. She awoke one minute later after a brief dream that she was infiltrating a ninja hideout, but every step she took, she would draw the attention of the guards and be forced to retreat farther and farther back.

#short story #running late #cold shower #deli sandwich #dreams

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sxissorsbeatspaper · 7 years

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Wheeling and dealing

What Yoko’s been up to 2/2

Her city. Yoko took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. The honking cars, the roars of the faux monsters in the distance, the sunny sky, she was home. She’d missed it. Here her father’s brands weren’t as well known, here her name was only infamous for reasons she knew and caused, it was here that she took liberty walking down the street, sidestepping broken bottles that she made her way into her apartment. With a hard shove the door swung open, revealing her roommate, duel disk dissected on the kitchen table they never used for eating.

“Yo!” Dalinda raised one hand in greeting, her other held a worn screw driver. “Look what the daylight dragged in, how’s your dad doing?” Dalinda was always warm, happy, the kind of person you’d imagine making cookies for her kids when they’re thirty. Until then, she was here, working on her electronics while she waited to go to work at Kaibacorp.

“He’s alive,” Yoko set down her suitcases, then her backpack. “Thanks for keeping the place…up?” She shouldn’t have said that. It looked like a hurricane came through and stayed a while. Had there always been a hammer on their TV?

“Oh, yeah…sorry. I’ve been pulling a lot of overtime, and gym time. Uh, I didn’t go in your room though? If that helps?” The Egyptian didn’t even bother getting defensive, she knew she was messy.

“It works, speaking of, I’m turning in. timezones can suck a dick,”

Yoko brushed herself off, adjusting her scarves over her mouth to hide the scar, and pulled her hair back in a messy bun to keep it out of her face. Not one for formalities, she just returned to her old workplace without calling. Unconventional, but when your boss is the owner of a strip joint and made money in the back of the building selling god knows what to god knows who, you didn’t have to be all that formal.

The smell was the same as when she left, it stank of smoke, alcohol and just a little bit of body odor from the working men stopping by. However it was a lot more crammed that it usually was. She later learned that she could thank the rising popularity of the game for that.

“Yoko~!” Marybelle, dressed in her signature mystical elf uniform, flung her arms over Yoko’s shoulders, embracing her tight. Yoko had to catch her to keep her from falling over her to high heals.

“Hey Mary, you’re boobs are kind of crushing me here. They new?” Marybelle eagerly nodded her head, pushing them up with her palms for emphasis.

“I got them with my Christmas bonus! Eddy said I may even get to be the golden magician chick or whatever! I’ve made like, fifteen percent more since I got them!” She gleefully gave them a celebratory squeeze, and the thin robe left nothing to the imagination. Yoko just smiled under the scarf, unaffected by her former coworkers boldness. After all, few things she could do topped the bedazzled pasties she’d gotten Yoko for her birthday. This was especially true considering that Marybelle had gotten the rest of the girls behind her to coerce Yoko her into trying them on and showing them off.

“Speaking of, is Eddy anywhere today?” Yoko scanned the floor in the dim lights. She smiled a bit, Miku was back from breaking her leg. “I wanted to see about getting my job back,” She didn’t even finished her sentence before a squeal went off in her ear. Mary was apparently very excited. Between the shrill noise of her voice and fast talking, Yoko got the idea that he was in his office.

Her knuckles hit the worn door, manager painted sloppily on the front. Eddy was generally pretty private, but yet always had something to say. Usually bullshit, he could really sweet talk a person if they weren’t smart enough to read between the lines. It helped when people tried to complain, and he could soothe any fight that occurred between the girls.

“Come in,” His voice was raspy, dry. He didn’t smoke, and Yoko could never pin down the reason why he was like that.

“Hey,” She glanced him over. Nothing changed. He was still thin and wiry, and maybe weighed one-hundred and sixty soaking wet. His dress shirt was wrinkled, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing tattoos that were so old and desperate for touch ups that they could almost be mistaken for a trick of the light. He idly pushed his reading glasses up, contracts and papers scattered on his desk.

“Welcome back. You’re here for your job then?” He could read people, and she wondered what job he had before this one that made him able to do that.

“Yes,” No use beating around the bush.

“You can have it, if you invest hundred-thousand in our business,” He held up a thing finger, stopping her before she could speak, his golden watch sliding down his thin arms. “I connected the dots. I know who you are. Your dad was sick, a certain tycoon was sick…he has a daughter around your age, and she happens to share your name,” He brought his hands back together clasping them on his desk. You almost wouldn’t notice him shaking if it hadn’t been for that watch of his jingling against the desk every now and again.

“Excuse me? You can’t extort me for money to put into this place. If I had that, and I don’t, I wouldn’t be here trying to get my job back,” She didn’t deny his accusations, there was no point.

“I’m just telling you, I’d hire you for a price. Of course when we expand you’d be paid back. It’s an investment, not a charity,” Yoko glared, previous smiles gone in favor of snarls. He must have known, but didn’t move from his position. He didn’t even seemed phased, though he knew what she was capable of.

“No fucking way, I’m not doing that shit,” He shrugged at her response. He knew she’d say that.

“Fine, but I’d like you to know that doing so would help us go to a more desirable location, which means better pay,” She stopped him, quickly interjecting

“-I’ve heard we’ve been busier, I don’t think we need that kind of investment,” She leaned against the closed door, assuring herself it’s be closed and no one would be listening. “I can do ten, and only ten. I get ten percent of profits,” She met his eyes.

“75 and you get three”

“25 and I still get ten, otherwise I can walk outta here, leave you, and have a health inspector down here so fast your head will spin. Not to mention that I have a tax guy that’s a friend of the family. Don’t screw with me Eddy. If you know who I am, you know my family. If you know my family you know damn well we haven’t gotten this far by being jerked around by people looking for money,” She wasn’t kidding around, and if this wasn’t the only place that felt like home, she’d have walked away. Yoko felt like screaming louder and louder every moment that passed by that he didn’t speak.

“Deal. You start again Monday, same shift. Money to me next week by Friday”

#muns writing #what yokos been up to

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ecchifortheplot · 8 years

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5000

dunno how to start this but i guess we all know that this is indeed a beautiful number. Because of the 5k I will kinda extend this post so either you bear with me or you can just scroll for your name. Anyways tumblr has been an amazing experience so far I met people whom I cannot live without anymore even if they probably don’t know that - but trust me guys your blogs make my days shine you don’t even know. Tumblr has also taught me a lot for example that there is a lot of sexual stuff I’ll never want to do. But Tumblr has allways been a little project of mine- like I mostly blog my own stuff maybe 4% of my posts are reblogs from other blogs not because I don’t want to share them but because I want to keep going with “my own stuff” and see where it’ll take me.

To get to the point i love to do follower forevers because it enables me to show all bloggers that I appreciate that i love them and respect them and that my “no-reblogging-mentality” is just me being stupid again. so I have some words to say to some people (god this post will be so embarrassing and akward later on) to keep this shorter i will only mention multuals this time even if there are still a lot of non multual blogs i love- let’s get started @simplykasumi Thank you for being my first follower like holy shit I just started my blog and had someone as big as you following me really kept me going thank you very much. @gaston26 & @grimdark13 you 2 are like following me since forever reblogging and liking everything I post in an endless battle of who is my #1 follower this month - thanks for allways liking even the shitiest of post like i could literally just write “penis” and you would like it holy shit. @nemesis-of-reason my anime analytics dude I will never get rid of our weeb talk with you i can unleash my nerd power to the fullest.

@more-moe-more-problems thanks for inspiring me to make a blog and allways answering my shitty questions thanks for mio monday and thanks for following me. @cutegirlsdoingcutethings thanks for loving mmmp even if he’s very tsun sometimes.

@cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga thanks for noteboosting me a lot thanks for all the vns knowledge and the links to get them myself 8) and thanks for following me very early on supporting me when i was at like 100f.

@tippy-the-rabbit you are a special one, very nice you allways support little blogs note- and follower-boosting them a lot you keep getting new people on my dash thank you very much for that.

@xdeyuix It’s my boy dewo dude we both know we don’t talk much to each other but boy you are someone I could allways rely on and it’s allways so much fun chatting with you thank you very much for being such a nice person.

@dutch-kun like there is a lot I want to say to you but first and foremost thank you for being a friend. You talk to me everyday, we diss each other, enjoy cancerous memes, snapchat, game, ragequit. I’m having a lot of fun with you. You are the closest friendship I have build on this site and i want us to continue having fun.

@onee-samaaa you know when you start a tumblr blog you have to pick 5 peops to follow? Tumblr recommended you and god tumblr has good taste sommetimes.

@crimsonphase as if twintails and sin isn’t worth anyones time. I know that I’ve been following for nearly 2 years now and I still don’t regret it.

@derp-creeper this grill will never change his icon but who can blame him.

@deadecchi look at anime nowadays - fanservice everwhere - ecchi is more alive than it has ever been. If you haven’t allready check him out I’m enjoying literally everything he posts because he is looking for and i quote “a certain quality in posts”.

@yuubarii I’ll never forget your citrus story. Thanks for sharing your good cosplay and quality anime girls and yuri on my dash.

@hiratzuka we just have a lot of taste in common. If you like my taste in anime girls you’ll like his taste too.

@ipscell do it for Rize. Do everything for the Rize.

@zsaber met you in oppaigamings stream and never regretted following you. Good post but you probably follow him anyway.

@world-of-hikari we haven’t talked in a while still love you though <3</p>

@shinobukaka Kakaka - Kakakakaka.

@hishiron 10/10 taste like how can someone not like tlr and cute anime grills.

@is-the-order-a-destroyer-new It’s basically ordering a loli but this blog delivers cute girls and posts of every kind/age.

@lolisarereligion thats why I am an atheist.

@squidmiku is it a squid? is it a miku? aww shit man it’s both.

@themorganiser doing anime caps like me but probably faster and better.

@jyoshikausei quality posts everywhere just check the blog out it’s worth your time trust me.

@jacobtheslothone good taste, good posts - has sloth in his name!

@hakujiin talk to us in discord man - jk - Haku is a good one definitely worth your time.

@the-anime-girls-blog the name is what you get and trust me - you want it!

@sprenkx Marion likes Noire too. Thanks for the great moments in the discord chat.

@chilly-ashiteru I wish your stream would start earlier - check chilly out if you want to see a weeb streamin with some bloggers every once in a while.

@milkbeam refined taste in cars and knows where to place your nut. (there I said it)

@hexagon431 this guy seems to like everything you post and i like everything he posts + good taste in music.

@animeswimsuits I swear one day I will fuck ya.

@doujinsforthelols whoever runs this blog must be a fucking genius.

@askthinkharder good questions everyday.

@itasha weeb cars. Will never own but treat em with respect.

@vesperiastar good art - refined taste he can draw like a god. Marion - thank you for Marion.

@jared-rebolledo this guy started sending Momo art to me - the way to my heart is pretty easy.

@moeitall do it - moe everything!

@prince-toshiro I swear i’m still sorry for that Pandasexual joke.

@anime-scarves scarves are good very good.

@aceserena thanks to your lesson i will never ever trigger a transgender, trap, shemale ever again.

Well thats it sorry to everyone I missed

BTW thanks to everyone in the in the discord chats having a wonderfull time with you love you all.

PS: I’m kinda happy that I don’t have that many multuals xD

#5k #extreme long post #so long nobody will ever read everything #anyways #thanks

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