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rosierin · 4 years

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What the Haikyuu boys would buy you for Christmas; Shiratorizawa & Inarizaki Edition

(ft. Terushima and Aone)

Characters: Ushijima, Tendou, Semi, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Suna, Aran, Terushima, Aone

Genre: Fluff! With some very mild suggestiveness in Terushima's because— Terushima

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Shiratorizawa:

Ushijima: Ushi's a simple and practical guy and I feel like he'd be really into his crafting, y'know, a little bit of DIY. Sooo, he gets you a candle making kit!

You spend a pleasant afternoon candle making together, mixing scents and getting all experimental with your combinations.

You decide to name your creations too.

Ushijima's very good at making them, unsurprisingly. His candle is a wildflower and blackberry scented one that he simply calls "Home", and he tells you this is what his old homestead used to smell like. He plans on taking you there someday too!

After that, candlelit baths have never been more pleasant <3

Tendou: He makes you chocolates! Christmas themed chocolates that include all of your favourite flavours. He's made ones in shapes of stars, snowflakes, Christmas hats..etc which he wrapped in a personalized box.

At some point he probably asks if he can feed one to you because "romance isn't dead" he says, and of course you comply because chicken Tendou's silly cheshire smile makes it a thousand times worth it.

Semi: He makes a mixtape of his latest tracks! They're professionally recorded bass riffs and he wants you to be the first to listen to them!

Inarizaki:

Osamu: Osamu would take you out on a fancy Christmas dinner. Prior that he'd have given you a small gift from your wishlist but the real present is treating you to a great meal. Starter, main and dessert, obviously. Perhaps a bottle of wine too?

By the time you come home you're both merrily tipsy and finish the night cuddled up on the sofa watching classic Christmas movies next to a wood lit fire <3

Atsumu: The mischivous older twin buys you a handpicked selection of pampering goods, for you and for him; two face cleansing face masks, two clay masks, two moisturizers and organizes a little pampering session in the bathroom. You can't help but question him when there's a bunch of candles lit and decorations hanging off the ceiling though.

"Why's there so many candles lit in here?"

"They're cinnamon and apple scented, it's Christmas-y! He says, but you're still skeptical.

"And the mistletoe?" You ask, smiling knowingly. He knows you're aware of his little scheme too, but he doesn't seem to mind it— grinning all childlike and guileless as he answers:

"It's tradition!"

And you hate to admit it but Atsumu's charms are too much for you to handle at this point so with a roll of the eyes you pull him down gently and kiss his cheek regardless.

That evening you have a wonderful time just enjoying each others company, basking in the feeling of Atsumu's soft fingers as he applies the cold hydrating cream to your face and you smile every time he hums when you apply his.

By the end of the night you feel fresh and rejuvenated and not to mention very lucky to have this dorky twin in your life <3

Suna: Suna would definitely buy you a controversial board game, like "cards against humanity" or "what do you meme?" and you play it while you digest your Christmas dinner.

"Oh my god, Rin," you wheeze as you wipe away the last of your tears. You always knew how outrageous was— or could be, but when he laid out a particularly naughty pair of cards, you doubled over in laughter.

"What?" He smirked, chuckling through his nose. He was awfully proud of his doing.

Your match-ups have been nowhere near as good as Suna's, not that it's a problem. A night full of laughter makes up for your loss and you can't wait for your next game night, perhaps this time in the company of the twins.

Kita: Baby Kita buys you an agenda. Like Ushijima he's a very practical guy so he wants to buy you something useful!

He tells the twins that's what he's going to buy you and they both look totally appalled.

"You're buying her an agenda?"

"Dude, that's so boring!"

Then Suna tunes into the conversation to add: "I'd hate to be your girlfriend."

Poor Kita doesn't understand what's the problem and just blinks at them. So, to make the present a little more interesting, Atsumu insists on giving him a few ideas.

"Trust me," he says and begrudgingly Kita does so.

Timeskip to Christmas day and Kita hands you the present.

"Aw! You've written in it already!" You say, smiling when you see a full day of plans written for the 25th.

"I have?" Kita doesn't understand what you mean at first but it all makes sense when he sees the handwriting— it's Atsumu's doing, and it doesn't end there. There's a full month of activities planned, and it looks like Kita's gonna have to live up to them all.

"That Miya..."

"Hm?"

"Erm, nothing. Merry Christmas, (y/n).

Aran: Vinyls. Don't ask me why- I just feel like he's a classy guy, he gives off that vibe. You put them on in the evening and have a little dance around the living room <3

Bonus!

Aone: Like Hinata, a teddy bear! But conversely, he buys you a much smaller one, one that funnily enough holds a strong ressemblance to a polar bear.

"..Reminded me of you." He grunts as you open the present.

And around the bear's neck there's a small scarf in your favourite colour with the words "Merry Christmas" written on it in cursive.

Terushima: Lingerie. Terushima would get you lingerie. It doesn't have to be straight up smut, not just chaps or crotchless panties, nonono none of that. I don't think Terushima's buying you this JUST to please himself. He wants you to like it, too! He buys you something he knows you'll feel beautiful in, something tasteful— taking your body type into account and enhancing what he knows will make you shine! Of course, he can't help but make one of two flirty comments as you open the present on Christmas day, and even more so when you try it on later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#anime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #atsumu hcs #miya osamu #suna rintarou #ushijima x y/n #tendou scenario #atsumu scenarios #osamu miya

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incognitajones · 3 years

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20 stories, 20 first lines

@cats-and-metersticks tagged me!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

[cut after the first five, because this gets long]

1. True and False: “Kaytoo said you wanted to see me.” Jyn hadn’t been happy to hear it—a summons from General Draven was rarely good news—but she’d swallowed her reluctance, like the good little Alliance soldier she was trying to be, and reported to the briefing room.

(I cheated & included two lines because starting with dialogue is always a little limited, imo)

too long, but at least it outlines the dynamic quickly

2. ask again later: Jyn knew what she was doing when she went behind Cassian’s back.

pretty decent, sets up the main story issue right away

3. we haunt ourselves: Davits Draven is a haunted man, but that’s nothing unusual.

clichéd, but gets the job done

4. Trick or Treat [a random collection of prompt fills, but the most recent chapter posted is long enough to be a stand-alone story, so I decided it counts]: This was supposed to be the perfect date.

not bad; you can sense the "but" coming, which gives it some tension

5. Unexpected: Tall, dark, and miserable at the end of the bar was drinking expensive bourbon like soda pop.

somewhat better attempt at establishing setting & mood right away

6. pulse to pulse: Cassian’s bones burned from the marrow out and lightning crackled along his nerves.

aiming for evocative, landed on vague and meaningless

[These next three are drabbles, which makes it hard to judge, since one sentence can be 10-20% of the whole thing]

7. Healing Process: Bodhi tells himself this is not so different: maybe he’s never been with two people at once before, but sex is sex.

8. Revealed: Din never saw his second mother’s face until the day she died.

9. Recruitment: Draven didn’t expect many useful recruits from Dantooine’s smashed Separatist cell.

10. Design Flaw: “Bodhi Rook. Are you unoccupied for the next five to ten minutes?”

a good example of why it rarely works to start with dialogue

11. Life Sentence: The most confusing thing about being rescued from prison was the lethargy and lack of purpose.

possibly the worst of the lot; not only is it boring, it's grammatically wonky

12. root system: It takes far less time than Prax would’ve expected to disentangle him and his daughter from an entire life on Ganymede.

a bit clumsy but again, at least it establishes the premise quickly

13. Filling the Role: Jyn Erso never listened to her impulses; it was too dangerous to act without knowing each and every variable, as far as possible.

not bad - it's appropriate that it sort of plays against type for the character, since this is an AU

14. what stranger miracles: Ben can’t even manage to die right, apparently.

another short but decent one

15. It Must be Christmas Time: Jyn walked into the the café and stopped short, almost skidding on the wet floor in her snowy boots.

meh--the only thing it manages to do is establish the season, but the title alone would do that

16. ask me no questions: Early afternoon is a slow time at the spaceport on Ord Mantell, and the mag train out is nearly empty.

double meh

17. A Presence of Departed Acts: Rey didn’t recognize Kylo Ren’s face at first. But then, she’d only seen him unmasked twice, and the last time had been seven years ago.

this one is pretty good, especially with the second sentence (which is included since I waffled back & forth on whether to combine them into one)

18. Bilateral Treaty Negotiations: As soon as he handed his invitation to the protocol droid for scanning and stepped inside the Royal Palace of Alderaan, Bail realized this gala, announced as a celebration of the coming of spring, was actually a job interview.

the longest of the bunch--definitely too long

19. disassemble my despair: Poe was one of the few people Rey trusted to fly her anywhere, but her fingers still twitched with the desire to grab the throttle out of his hands.

another extremely meh one

20. Dispatches [another collection of prompts, so I picked the last chapter added]: The tiny shed that Cassian called his office was crammed to the ceiling with boxes of disposable gloves, gauze pads, and other stuff Jyn couldn’t recognize.

not great but conveys setting

Wow, I knew I wasn't good at writing pithy but evocative opening sentences but it's kind of a let-down to see it proven, lol. Out of 20 I'd rate 8 as decent to good. I don't see any strong patterns, although they do tend to be fairly short, and I open with dialogue less than I'd have guessed. Of these, my favourite is probably #17 since it plants a hook pretty well and it's one of the few that came to me easily.

I've lost track of who's done this meme recently and who hasn't, so I'm just tagging @englishable and @fulcrumstardust --but I love reading these, so anyone who wants to should join in!

#i did the thing #tag you're it #cats and metersticks #writing memes

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leam1983 · 3 years

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On Grief

This is a long one. You're under no obligation to push further if you don't want to. It's a personal post, so I'll more than understand if this isn't to your tastes. The normally-scheduled pedantry, commentary and memes will resume shortly.

One of my relatives was diagnosed with ALS. What started as an odd case of palsy in her left set of vocal cords that could've been far more benign was just confirmed by her referred physician. It's Lou Gherig's, and with her age and current condition, her prognosis is of three to five years, tops. Sure, Stephen Hawking blew his own prognosis out of the water, but a combination of notoriety and luck enabled him to eke out as much existence as medical tech could've possibly allowed.

We knew things were suspect when my aunt, a marathoner with a monthly sub to Runner's World, stopped running. Her food intake dropped like a stone, and she soon took to increasingly simple painting and drawing styles. At first we thought it was just her wanting to explore simpler rendering techniques, but then...

Then we noticed the twitching. How awkwardly her pens and brushes were set in her hands. She was in great shape and didn't mind living in the ass-end of Sutton, basically in the open country and with a path leading up to her front door that was all in rough cobblestones. She broke a hip against them, last year.

Her speech started to slur, lately. Her last bike trip also landed her in the ER. She doesn't bike anymore. She doesn't run, and being a gourmand by nature, feels obligated to restrain herself, for fear of gaining weight. She's aggressively vegan. Not towards others, but towards herself. No meat, no eggs, nothing. Most of us ovo-lactos and omnivores in the family know her constant snacking meant her seventy-plus body is desperate for energy.

From the look of things, it feels like the diagnosis broke through her bullshit reasoning for being vegan. She wasn't vegan for the sake of limiting her carbon footprint or making more responsible choices at the grocery store, but because she, as a lifelong anorexic, thought she was ugly and needed to lose weight. That's been a constant with her. Age catches up and skin sags? She mistakes it for a love handle, cuts out virtually all sources of protein and carbs safe for tofu, seitan and bean-based preps. Of course, like a lot of anorexics, she'd have bulemic episodes. I used to sleep over at her last bachelor pad, as a teen, and I remember her pantry was loaded up for bear with Danish cookie tins, Nutella jars and whipped cream. I remember she invited me over specifically when she intended to cheat. Then it was back to yoga, pot-smoking, meditation and shopping runs - and she probably kept her purging for when I was gone.

So yeah. I'm betting Belgian Asshole (see one of my previous posts) convinced her to break her vows and went looking for a "slice of authentic Tikka Masala", to quote his email. The entire family is made up of ethnic food diehards, so we spam-flooded his inbox with recommendations. Looks like she'll be eating meat again, soon. Her own email mentioned concerns of strength and stamina, so I get it.

Otherwise? We're gobsmacked. Imagine spending an entire weekday both at work and off work, aggressively goofing off because you're trying as hard as you can not to think of your favourite aunt's mention of assisted suicide as an option.

Three to five years. Maybe one, or two good Christmases. After that, her condition should probably have started to deteriorate quickly.

I'm not close with a ton of my own family. I love them all, but it's more a sense of polite respect than anything involving solid bonds. The only two folks I know I'll be devastated for when they'll die are her, and my youngest cousin on the other side of the family.

I'm mostly okay now. No doubts, no crisis of unbelief, no anger, no rage... But then I'll see her in a more diminished state, one of those days. How am I going to take to it?

Part of me keeps a tally of the deaths in the family. First, it was my uncle on my mother's side. Ruptured abdominal artery, with a leak small enough to pool into the gut's cavity for months. Decay settled in, guy got anesthetized for an intervention...

They didn't even bother sewing him back up.

Second one was my other paternal aunt's new husband. First one was great, but left the country in the seventies to go live in Stockholm with his medical assistant. Second one was a geologist and physicist at the same campus she taught as. French guy, the son of innkeepers four generations down. It showed, too. Our Christmas tables haven't been the same since he left us his recipie books, all his corny jokes on provincial eating habits, and his obstinate focus on turning every 25th of December into a Roman orgy probably befitting of the old Saturnalia traditions. I mean, when's the last time you've had an eight-course meal, outside of Thanksgiving?

Tumors in his mesenteric artery lined the blood vessel's inner walls, deposited virtually everywhere in his body. He was diagnosed in June and dead by August. He'd always been the lanky type, bone-thin even if he hoovered food like he'd never have enough. He looked even thinner in his hospital bed.

Then, my maternal grandpa bit it. Decades of casual alcoholism, cirrhosis more or less jumping on him around his seventy-sixth year. He looked a bit like John Keston, the actor who played Gehn in CyanWorlds' Riven. Same hairline, same hawkish nose, same eyes - just more Cajun and less New England-esque. I don't know if it was youth or stupidity or - anything, really, but I dropped by to see him, just two days before he died. I didn't realize he was tallying my life, asking me if I had everything in order, if things were planned.

Now, I understand.

Next one on the chopping block is Aunt Doris, still on Mom's side. She of the serial mooching, she of the concept of not needing much to get by if you were the cute one of the family. She was pretty enough in her prime, sure - if by pretty you meant "cigarette-butt blonde with a discount Farah Fawcett blow-up and an unfinished High School degree". First husband was an abusive ass who gave her an uncommonly sensitive son, second one figured she'd stick to the minimum-wage circuit while he tore out rotator cuffs or busted his C7 while on his outboard like clockwork. By the end, she roped my grandmother into living with her, spent her days sloppy-drunk and died on her ratty couch while falling asleep and choking on her own vomit.

Before them all, the youngest of my uncles died at age two. Cancer. Never knew which one, was told it didn't matter. You didn't survive much of anything cancerous, back in the late fifties.

Ping-pong this back to three years ago, and my oldest paternal uncle dies. Paul, who smoked like a chimney for most of his life and successfully stopped after discovering Champix. He got to live five great years as the high-IQ oddball he'd always been, smoke-free. Paul was the weird bird in the family, the type to remember a really engrossing story at two in the morning and making a note to call you up first thing in the morning to share it. He always had a project of some sort to work on, like a simulated investors' tank for young entrepreneurs looking to learn the ropes, or a Byzantine arrangement of coaxials allowing four of his lakeside neighbours to pirate his cable sub. He'd invite us over for dinner, gather all the ingredients we'd need for whatever it was he wanted to treat us to - and then he'd let us cook it - just sitting by the sidelines, chatting away.

He was also a bit of a narcoleptic, and looked a bit like William Howard Taft if you'd worked him out of these old sack suits and into modern shirts and suspenders. He fell asleep practically everywhere, with his more wakeful environments being his workshop and his property's dock. He took me out fishing, once, and knew what the entire family expected.

"Oars're here, Gremlin, fish're that way. Wake me up when you've got a bite."

At this point, it wasn't even a point of concern; it was just an Uncle Paul Thing, the exact thing you'd have expected out of this kind, eccentric blob of a man whose idea of fishing involved pushing his hat over his eyes and basically all but ensuring that his roaring snores would scare prey away. He'd been a supposedly high-IQ type, terminally bored with almost everything, only really getting agitated and interested back when I asked him for help for my Junior High Computer class's Javascript calculator. Once the syntax hit something familiar and he realized that JS has some similarities with FORTRAN, he was on a roll, acting like someone had snuck a Red Bull in his coffee.

Well, fibrosis caught up with him. His last hours were spent directing us on how to cook what would've been his last meal. I think he really just wanted to know we were alright, that we still could exchange laughs around the kitchen counter. He clocked out the way he always did, except he had an oxygen tube running under his nose. His head bobbed down, he snored loudly for a few minutes, then turned increasingly quiet...

And that was it.

And now there's Isabelle. The marathoner, my partner-in-crime when it comes to professing to have a healthy diet while occasionally cheating in glorious, weekend-defining means, my gateway to cannabis and also the first person who took my cringy self-insert fanfic fodder and went No, that's worth it! Push it, develop that universe of yours!

I wouldn't be almost two-thirds of the way through my first decent manuscript, if not for her, and I wouldn't be shopping for publishers with the same energy you'd reserve for weekend-grade Facebook putzing-about. I owe her part of my self-acceptance, and part of my discovery of what defines my routine to this day. Isabelle was my first meditation coach.

And in three to five years, she might be gone.

I just thought grief might be... noisier, is all. Louder. Right now, it's just germane to confusion, and it's sitting there. There's a pinch of fear in it, too. My parents are in their mid-sixties. How long do I have left with them?!

And the family and I just covered that up with jokes and, well, cooking. I've been told I'd make a half-decent therapist but - navigating your own emotions is hard work...

I don't know. I guess I needed to put this down somewhere.

#personal life #tw: cancer mention #tw: alcoholism mention #tw: death mentions #grief #coping

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nuka-nuke · 4 years

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors!

Tagged by @tarberrymentats thank you so much Halk 💕 I learned from this that I always start most of my stories one of two ways:

1. talking about how hot it is, or 2. very short dialogue. Sigh. (also most of my writing is not actually posted anywhere, because I am a shy, anxious fool)

Tagging: @catastrotaffy , @mojave-musing , @mojavejourneys and @redrocketwarrior

Featuring mentions of OCs that don’t belong to me: Lena, Adam, Lucky, Mike, and Cliff.

1. A Little Less Conversation (Fallout New Vegas, Dizzy x Lucky)

The July sun hung low and hot in the late afternoon Mojave sky, indiscriminately torching the dusty streets of Freeside and the New Vegas strip alike - regardless of how separated by walls of garbage and wealth they might be.

2. Blue Christmas (Fallout New Vegas, Dizzy x Lucky)

“I fuckin’ hate Christmas.”

3. Only Fools Rush In (Fallout New Vegas, Dizzy x Lucky)

The afternoon sun filled the loft bedroom with a cozy, comfortable glow, shining down the typically strong desert heat across all that it could manage to embrace.

4. Treat Me Nice (Fallout New Vegas, Dizzy x Lucky)

“Wake up, Dizzy...”

5. Devil in Disguise (Fallout New Vegas, Ace Euler)

It must have been some sort of ungodly hour of the early morning when Ace was awoken by the sound of that damned crow making her presence known through the open window of the pre-war penthouse she had found him in.

6. Adore Me (Fallout New Vegas, Dizzy x Cliff)

Dizzy stood in front of the tall, curiously undamaged mirror that leaned against the wall of the bathroom, staring into his own nervous green eyes and struggling to avoid looking over the rest of his body.

7. Wingman (Fallout New Vegas, Dizzy, Duke and Cliff)

The air within the Atomic Wrangler was thick and stagnant with a combination of the Mojave heat and smoke; a heavy haze that flowed like a river between the large crowd of people loitering around the floor.

8. “You Can Do This” (Fallout 76, Red, Landon, and Lena)

“What does it feel like, Papa?”

9. Love Letters (Fallout 4, Ilya x Mike)

It was fairly early into the summer months, and already the humidity of Massachusetts was bringing on a familiar haze to the theme park.

10. Meeting Mike (Fallout 4, Gage, Ilya x Mike)

“An’ another thing, Boss…” It was always “and another thing".

11. Sunflower (Fallout 4, Ilyana x Adam)

Ilyana sat at the bar in the center of his home, the towering mountain made of concrete and fiberglass, with hazy blue eyes fixated on the hands of the clock on the wall that had yet to move for the past two-hundred years.

12. Insomnia (Fallout 4, Ilya x Mike)

“Please don’t do this!”

13. Reporter (Fallout 4, Ilyana x Piper)

“Can we stop running yet? I think I might be dying.”

14. Nuka Wild (Fallout 4, Ilya Valle)

“Stay the fuck down, or I swear I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

15. Spit It Out (Fallout New Vegas, Duke x Dizzy)

“Duke…” The dark-haired King didn’t even need to open his eyes to be able to identify the source of the whispering voice that began to whisk him out of his pleasant dreaming sleep and back into reality.

16. Dream 2: Electric Boogaloo (Fallout New Vegas, Duke x Dizzy x Cliff)

Dizzy tasted exactly how he’d always imagined he would: sweet like candy, strong like cigarettes, warm and wonderful.

17. Cringe (Fallout 4, Ilyana x Adam)

“This is the one. Here.”

18. Separate Ways, Chapter 1. All Shook Up (Fallout New Vegas)

The evening streets of Freeside were bare and silent - those few souls who still found themselves out at such an hour walked with haste through the shadowed shells of burnt out buildings, trying to find their refuge in homes scrounged together out of the lasting fragments of an era long gone, lest something much less welcoming found them first.

19. Separate Ways, Chapter 2. Hard Headed Woman

Duke was lounged casually in the shade of one of the many tents encompassing the perimeter of the fort, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

20. Separate Ways, Chapter 3. As Long As I Have You

“Goddamn it Rey, I fucking hate you!”

#my writing #tag games #ilyana valle #ilya valle #dizzy deeks #duke lanzaro #red euler #ace euler #long post

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #326

“life by life / waste to waste / i'm the harbinger: the master of decay”

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? Do you mean like, for the wedding? Probably the venue. Or possibly the photographer. Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No. What’s something you complain about frequently? My legs. Are you afraid of falling in love? Very. Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? Not very. Do you hate it when people smoke around you? Very much so. Do you own anything that is special edition? Yeah, things like DVDs. Do you have any funky bookmarks? I have this one meerkat bookmark where the image moves when you tilt it. Did you ever watch Pokemon? Hell yeah I did. Are there more females or males in your family? Females. Does anyone in your family snore loudly? My mom does due to having gerd. Dad did too when I actually lived with him. I wouldn't know nowadays. Do you own a camera tripod? Yes. Did you ever believe in mermaids? No. Have you ever purchased alcohol? Yes. Any essential quirks/interests/other you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? Similar interests, like being a metal fan and gamer especially, as well as a serious animal lover for sure. Any romantic gestures you really like? Okay if someone did that little bow thing while reaching out for my hand to dance, I'd melt, lol. I also appreciate love interests holding open doors, SHOWING INTEREST IN HOW I FCKN FEEL, asking permission before doing anything in sexual exploration, stuff like that. Any sexual fantasies? Are you daring enough to share one? Yep, not sharing those lmfao. Have you ever been in love? Twice. What is your favorite/least favorite word? My favorite is "serendipity/serendipitous," and my least favorite is "retarded." Have you ever been skinny dipping? No. If I actually had a body I was confident in, I probably would in privacy tho at night lmao. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Oh yeah. What is your favorite thing to do? Probably RPing with my favorite OCs when I'm in a really creative mood and during a great scene. Did you go to your senior prom? Yeah, I did. Prom's honestly pretty damn overrated, but I did it and his senior prom anyway. It's the picking out a beautiful dress and taking pictures that I loved. What did you do after graduation? I don't remember. We probably went out to eat or something. Favorite home cooked meal growing up? Spaghetti. What item most embarrasses you to purchase? Nothing, really. Do you give cards to people for holidays or events? No. Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. Uhhhhh idk. Name two things you put whipped cream on? I hate the texture of whipped cream. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? Sometimes if I want a snack but am trying to be healthy-ish, I'll eat just a scoop. What was the last pill you took for? Pain. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? Loose, 100%. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? Meerkats grooming. I did it in high school on a large piece of burlap. Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? "Take It Like a Woman" by Alice Cooper, for one. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? Very smart, sweet, friendly, and nice. Game you were best at in PE/gym? Pf, none. Obsession from childhood? Dinosaurs and Pokemon. Best way for someone to bond with you? Let's talk about deep stuff regarding the world or about how awesome animals are. Top 5 favorite Vines? Oh boy. There are just way too many. I'll try to name a few: 1.) the "I can't find my berries" saga guy; 2.) *in drive-thru, asked what he would like to order* "I wanna FUCKIN DIE"; 2.) "i cOUldA DROPpeD my CroISSAnt"; 3.) "it's Wednesday, m'dudes"; 4.) "a d a m"; 5.) "I WON'T HESITATE, BITCH." God, I miss Vine. What is the first meme you remember seeing? Holy cow, I have no idea. Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? Fantasy. Favorite tradition? Dressing up for Halloween, even though I don't do it anymore... Talent you’re proud of having? Writing. Favorite website from your childhood? Webkinz was unbeatable. I was obsessed. Any good luck charms? I don't believe in those. Favorite potato food? French fries. Tell me the color of your eyes, without using the name of a color: Uhhhh a cloudy sky right before rain? Ever been through a goth phase? Goth is my fucking AESTHETIC. I wish I could afford a truly gothic wardrobe, because you bet your sweet ass it's all I'd wear out. Can you remember your first phone? If so, what kind was it? I think so? It was a Blueberry, I believe. Who is your favourite character from Alice in Wonderland? Obviously the Cheshire cat. What is your favorite type of YouTube video to watch? Lately, it's been tarantula and snake channels/pet YouTubers. I still think my overall favorites are let's plays, but right now it's just stepping back a bit. What’s the next project you are excited to start? I have this pretty cool drawing I wanna do of a morbid meerkat doing a big toothy smile, doing a peace sign (but his fingers are syringes) with a crown blinking over his head. Inspired by the "Professional Griefers" lyric of "lab rat king." I just really wanna make it perfect and am procrastinating in fear of failing... Have you ever experienced a miracle? I don't think I believe in miracles. What are your top three names you like for a daughter? Alessandra, Justine, and Chloe, to name a few. Which did you like better: high school or college? High school, at least in most ways. What is the theme of your bedroom? It doesn't have a theme. My interests just kinda threw up everywhere, haha. Have you ever lived in a dorm? No. Were you raised religious? Yes. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? I don't have to do taxes yet. What was the very first thing you ever saved up to buy with your own money? Venus was the first big thing, I think. Describe your favorite Christmas ornament: I don't know what that would be, honestly. We have so very many. What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? Dad's always been a mailman, and he also had a second job as a carpenter for a while. Mom worked with special needs children at my elementary school as a teacher assistant. She also worked at the hospital at one point, doing some computer work. I don't remember her actual position. Are you taller than your mom? We're the same height. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Sure, that's not a big deal to me. Last reason you went to the ER? For myself, a suicide attempt/overdose. What was the last word document you typed? This survey, actually, so I could save progress as I combine them. What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? Global warming. Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? An apple. I wanted apple slices with peanut butter. What is your favorite Hostess/Little Debbie snack? Holy SHIT that is impossible. Maybe the devil cakes, but I really don't know. I love most of them. Do you/your family buy loaf from the bakery or bagged on the shelf? Bagged. White, wheat or other? Mom buys white bread, but my favorite is pumpernickel. What was the last non-fiction book you’ve read? (Not a school textbook!): I ain't got a clue. I don't really read non-fiction. What color are your headphones/earbuds? These are blue. Would you be embarrassed to find out you snored loudly in public? Yep. Thankfully, I don't snore. Do you feel guilty about killing bugs? Yep. How do you feel about coconut? Not a fan. ^ Ever cracked one open? Ha, I've always wanted to. Who did you last worry about and why? My mom. She's getting a CT scan ASAP due to chronic headaches and stomach pain, so I'm worried her cancer might be re-emerging. When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? I don't know; I struggle to do this. If I don't like something, my face shows it. I can't help it. When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never. Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of? No. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? N/A If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you chose? I don't know. Real talk, I find most luxury brands to sell pretty ugly stuff... Do you like candy canes? Yeah. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yes; one is my landlord. What color was the dress you wore to your senior prom? It was black. Ever go to another school’s prom? No. Do you like burning candles or incense? I love incense. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do in there? When I used to live in the woods, I did every now and then to take pictures. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? Single, but that would be so romantic. /swoons How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was this emo/metalhead/goth creature. What is the best present you have ever received? My dog Teddy. <3 What is the best present you have ever given? I put the most effort into a scrapbook thing of well over a hundred reasons I loved my then-boyfriend Jason. Even though we're done, I honestly hope he still has it, just to remember. What is the best surprise you have ever had? Sara's parents paying for a flight up there to be with Sara for her birthday. Have you ever been robbed? No, thankfully. Ever kiss someone on the first date? No. Ever sleep with someone on the first date? Definitely a nope. Ever give someone a wrong phone number on purpose? No. What’s the strangest thing you have ever witnessed firsthand? I have no idea. It's... very morbid, but possibly dogs twitching after being euthanized. Seeing Teddy do it was such a strange, painful experience. Like there was still life in there... even though I know it was just his nerves doing their final hoorah and he was already dead. Ever seen a psychiatric ward? I've been in a mental hospital five or six times, so I'm uncomfortably familiar with them. What is the last thing you did that you didn’t want to do? Group therapy. I'm really burning out on it. Thankfully, I don't have it on the weekends. What is the last thing you convinced someone else to do? I dunno. If you could live in a different time, would you? When? Nah. Do you prefer to sleep alone or with someone else? Sleeping alone is more comfortably physically, but I usually prefer sleeping with a partner because there's this amazing feeling of safety, love, and companionship. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. Do you prefer cold air and blankets, or warm air and no blankets? Cold air and blankets by ten miles. I can't sleep if I'm even remotely hot. How often do you dust? Sigh, not as much as I need to. What is the most "extreme" activity you have ever done? I haven't done very much that fits that description... so idk. Dr. Pepper or root beer? Dr. Pepper. I hate root beer. Last room you cleaned? Mine. Last thing you did that made you feel like an adult? Checked into the doctor's office by myself, haha... Talk about sad. What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? It's not my business to actually share those pictures, but I can describe them. I fucking ADORE this candid photograph I took of my mom laughing; I will forever cherish it. It's morbid to think about, but it's absolutely a picture I'll frame of her once she's passed away. I don't have many pictures of Dad, but I do really like this picture we took together at Red Lobster once. Are you subscribed to anything (Magazines, monthly boxes, streaming sites, etc.)? Mom pays an Adobe Creative Cloud photography bundle subscription for me, but that's it. Last TV show series you finished? Fullmetal Alchemist with Sara. It was a rewatch for me, but she'd never seen it. What’s something exciting that’s happened to one of your friends recently? A childhood friend got engaged a few days back. Do you have any board games? If so, where do you keep them? We have a few somewhere. What were the last things you glued together? I don’t recall. What are your friends’ pets’ names? I'll just use Sara here since she's my best friend. She has two family dogs, Buster and Beesly, a cat named Winter, four ball pythons named Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, and Jane Marie, and Doris, a bearded dragon that I personally adore most. :') What all did you do today? I played World of Warcraft early this morning, but not for very long. I've been in a phase of being very uninterested in it lately. I've mostly just done surveys... lots of surveys. I'm just in the mood to. I've also been listening to music and watching John Wolfe play Amnesia: Rebirth periodically. If you live in a house, how many floors does it have? If you live in an apartment building, how many units does it have? It's just one floor. Would you like to live in a world with mythical creatures, even if they turned out to be evil or dangerous? Honestly... I probably would, haha. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? Never, I think and hope. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? Eggs or oatmeal. Not really. What do you think of people who purposefully train their dogs to fight or to be aggressive? They're fucking garbage human beings. If you suffer/have suffered with acne, do you squeeze your spots or do your best to just leave them be? Ugh, I was so bad (and still am if something pops up) about picking at it. Does your father have any hobbies? What are they? Sure. He loves sports, fishing, idk if he still plays video games, fantasy football... and I can't forget playing with his grandkids. It's hard for me to know all of them when I don't live with him and see him rarely. What did the last face mask you wore look like? It was just a white cotton one. Is there a specific song that you always request at parties? What is it? I don't go to parties. Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? Write it. Have you ever had any really infected injuries? I've had infected piercings as well as a badly infected pilonidal cyst. Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No. Are you popular on any websites? No. What was the last song you listened to? Aaaaand now I'm hooked on "NIHIL" by 3TEETH. Are you currently texting anyone right now? No. When was the last time you played jump rope? Yikes, probably not since I was a kid. I used to love it. Who was the last person you offended? I dunno. What’s the earliest you’ve ever had to wake up for work? Not early. Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? I know trans people who have, yes. Do you know anyone who has been on life support and survived? No. At least, I don't believe so. Do your parents have a strong relationship together? They're divorced, and Mom at least can't stand him. Dad doesn't really care. Do you ever feel like you’re sharing too much about yourself online? Oh, I absolutely used to. I still might, idk. I've tried to reel it back some. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Eight, but they're just small, vertical rectangles stacked together, so it's not as revealing as it sounds. What was the last necklace you wore? My spiked choker, I think, for pictures. Or maybe the one I have with a bunch of big silver skulls. Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? I don't think so, no. Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? My half-sister on Dad's side that I've never met. Have you ever been in an abandoned house? A shack, yeah. Do you like art? I positively adore it. I could NOT imagine life without it. How about theatre? I don't care for it. Have you ever made breakfast for someone? Yes, for Sara. Do you talk to your crush? If you have one. Yeah, she's my best fren. If yes, what do you usually talk about? Nowadays I ask her almost daily how she's doing in regards to her progress of recovering from both serious physical and mental stressors. I try to always be an available ear if she ever wants to vent. Would you rather read or watch a video about something? Watch a video. In what ways have you fulfilled some of the hopes and dreams you had as a teenager? I've fulfilled none of those. What’s one stressful thing you’ve been trying to deal with lately? How have you been dealing with it? Inexplicable, chronic boredom/serious anhedonia. I've just... put up with it. I get pleasure out of essentially nothing most days, and it sucks big time. I just try to distract myself and force myself to do things I usually love, though I've been bad about actually succeeding in making me do said stuff... Is there a regional chain of store/restaurant/etc. in your area that you feel very loyal to? MOTHERFUCKIN BOJANGLE'S, BITCH. You think YOU have good fries somewhere? Oh hunny, sit down. Oftentimes, people warn us against getting tattoos or body modifications or dying our hair unnatural colors because we could be judged poorly for them. But has a more “alternative” look ever worked out in your favor? Well, I like myself better with my piercings and tattoos, and that's all that really matters to me. Do you have any daily routine/habit of that you’re really proud of keeping up? No. .-. Pick one of the following activities to do in a forest (assume you would be equally good at each one of these): Foraging for mushrooms, identifying trees, searching for specific types of bugs, trying to build something out of fallen branches and logs. Searching for bugs w/ my camera!!! But that all sounds fun. What’s the hardest class you’ve ever taken? My most recent math course that I failed horribly.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''master of decay'' by 3teeth

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magneticflower · 4 years

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I got tagged by @riosgoodgirll to fill out this meme and I happened to at my computer so I can do it without it being a hassle haha. Thank you for tagging me <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. (I always feel awkward tagging so I probably will not do that sorry ssjsj)

Name/nickname: TSI.

Gender: Female

Height: A whole shrimp.

Time: 4:01 p.m.

Favourite bands/Groups: SNSD, GOT7, twenty one pilots, SHINEE Monsta X, Florence + the Machine, EXO, Spica, Day6, and probably more. The first three are my top ones though

Favourite solo artists: Tiffany Young, Jackson Wang, Taeyeon, Haley Reinhart, Jessi, BoA, Hyo, NF

Song stuck in my head: What Do I Call You by Taeyeon. It is SO good. Last movie: I really do not remember ssjsj

Last show: Chuck! It’s so good that I’m doing a rewatch.

When did I create this blog: Oh geez. Uh February 2013. It’s gone through a few name changes though haha

What I post: Random stuff really. Original posts usually are memes revolving around mostly Good Girls and Anne With An E, some commentary on the aforementioned shows and other ones, some art, and then whatever nonsense comes to my mind. I reblog a lot of GG, AWAE, kpop, Chuck, and just whatever nonsense makes me happy.

Last thing googled: Holiday Night by SNSD Other blogs: This is my main blog and then I have a side blog and another blog for entirely different interest that

Do I get asks: If you asked me about a year and a few months ago, the answer would be that my askbox is an empty desert but since I’ve gotten into actively participating in a couple fandoms, I really do get asks and I’m shocked. I’m also incredibly terrible at answering all of them and I am so, so sorry for that.

why I chose my url: Decided to change it to be more ambiguous in nature but essentially it’s a combination of two of my favorite songs--- Magnetic Moon and The Flower which are both by Tiffany Young.

Following: 617 though I feel like half of them are inactive sjsjs

Followers: 1,582 and I have absolutely no idea how that happened but I’m very grateful that people seem to enjoy following me. It really amazes me that people find my blog worth following.

Average hours of sleep: It fluctuates. More lately than I used to get though. Lucky number: Genuinely it’s 7

Instruments: I can play very, very, very little of piano and guitar from knowledge of when I tried them years ago.

What am I wearing: Black/gray hoodie and black sweats. Dream job: Stable Dream trip: Japan, Korea, and Ireland.

Favourite food: Chips, pasta, and chicken.

Nationality: American

Favorite song: What Do I Call You by Taeyeon

Last book read: Probably Marilla of Green Gables which I literally read overnight on Christmas last year. Otherwise, I haven’t read a book for leisure in a good minute though I’m planning on finally finishing Bridge of Clay by Markus Zusak.

Top three fictional universes: I would really only like Avatar: The Last Airbender and only if I could be a bender too lmao

Tagging: If you see this, you’re tagged!! So if you want to do it, please feel free and @ me if you do!

#I need a tag for myself lmao--

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fiadhaisteach · 4 years

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Get to Know Meme

Tagged by @crackinglamb, thank you!

Relationship Status: happily married

Favourite Colour: orange

Three Favourite Foods: ice cream, a perfectly grilled steak (rare-medium-rare, over charcoal or wood, with garlic salt on both steak & flames & nothing else), and Gingerbread Pudding w/Craisins (recipe for gingerbread under Read More)

Song Stuck in My Head: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas!

Last song I listened to: Why Wait by Shakira

Last thing I googled: “baisleac’s gingerbread recipe” (it’s on my old LJ)

Time: 08:35

Dream trip: Ireland... first

Anything I really want: Too many things to list, really, but at the moment, I’d give almost anything for a pain free day and rejuvenating sleep.

Best Gingerbread

1 c. Guinness 1 c. dark (blackstrap) molasses 1/2 tsp baking soda 2 c. flour 1-1/2 tsp baking powder 4 T ground ginger 1 T ground cinnamon 1 tsp ground cloves 1 tsp grated nutmeg 1/2 tsp cardamom 3 large eggs 1 c. packed dark brown sugar 1 c. granulated sugar 3/4 c. vegetable oil Preheat oven to 350 F. Generously butter bundt pan and dust with flour, knocking out excess. Bring Guinness and molasses to a boil in a large saucepan and remove from heat. (Large is necessary because you will have a fun chemical reaction when you add the baking soda. If you use a smaller pan, it will bubble over.) Whisk in baking soda, then cool to room temperature. Sift together flour, baking powder, and spices in a large bowl. Whisk together eggs and sugars. Mix in oil, then molasses mixture. Add to flour mixture and stir until just combined. Pour batter into bundt pan, let sit for two minutes, then rap pan sharply on counter to eliminate air bubbles. Bake in the middle of the oven until a tester comes out with just a few moist crumb adhering, about 50 minutes. Cool cake in pan on a rack for 5 minutes. Turn out onto rack and cool completely. (If pan doesn't easily slide free, let sit upside down on rack for 30 minutes, rap rack on the counter and try again) Serve cake, dusted with powdered sugar or drizzled with white rum sauce.

For Gingerbread Pudding, just use your favorite bread pudding recipe, or I use the one in the Better Homes & Gardens cookbook (more or less).

p.s. I’ve had good luck with substituting Gluten Free Flour Blends, both custom & ready made, in this recipe.

#get to know meme #old tag #aisteach trivia #aisteach posts

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luthienebonyx · 4 years

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I was tagged by @samirant and @aviss

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1. More Than a Memory - This is a story that shouldn’t exist. I hadn’t written anything for several years and thought I was done with writing fic, but then the final season of Game of Thrones happened. I started writing this story the day after the final episode aired and I pretty much didn’t stop until all 33k of it was done a few weeks later. I couldn’t stop wondering about how Brienne was feeling at the end of it all. This is set post series and it’s NOT a fix-it, but it’s all about Brienne and Jaime, and is my attempt to explore Brienne’s feelings about a lot of things and try to find a way for her to end up as happy as she can be.

I didn’t expect to get involved in the fandom. I was going to just write this story, post it, and go away again. Still not sure how that didn’t happen.

2. As Sunlight Drinketh Dew - This was my first real hint that the words weren’t going to stop after I finished More Than a Memory. MTaM was all Brienne’s POV, for obvious reasons, so As Sunlight Drinketh Dew is my first attempt at Jaime’s POV. I call it a PWP, but it’s not exactly that. It is a one-shot sex scene, set in Brienne’s chamber a bit later on that particular night in 8x04, but it’s fairly heavy on the character exploration as well as on the smut. I like throwing characters into bed and seeing how they react, and... well, I think I definitely achieved that in this story.

3. You I Know - This is the novel length Regency AU that I’ve been threatening to write for over ten years and through several fandoms. I first read both Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer when I was 13, which is, well, let’s count in decades ago rather than years. I’ve been fascinated by the Regency period ever since, and over time I’ve accumulated a lot of otherwise useless knowledge about the clothing and hairstyles and types of vehicles and styles of furniture and social rules, and the general history of the time. I am throwing ALL of that knowledge at this story. It’s been on hiatus because I’ve done a few side projects that got out of control in the meantime, but I WILL be getting back to this one. There’s still a huge amount of story to go, and I really want to continue writing about The Honourable Brienne Tarth and Major Ser Jaime Lannister, cavalry officer.

4. Breakfast and a Bump in the Road - Last August, I put You I Know to one side to do Writer’s Month. I was intending to write a ficlet in response to each daily prompt for the month, and I had some vague idea that most of these would be loosely related. I should have known better. My ficlets often tend not to remain ficlets, and that definitely happened this time. Writer’s month ended up spawning two series, the main one of which became known as the Aussie Coffee ‘verse, of which this story is part. I’ve read MANY coffee AUs set in the US and the UK over the years, but I’ve never read one set in Australia. I decided to remedy that situation. To summarise the coffee ‘verse:

British tourist Brienne Tarth is abandoned by the side of the highway in northern New South Wales, Australia, a few days before Christmas with (what she thinks is) her luggage, after an argument with her travelling companion, Hyle Hunt. After walking back to the last little coastal township they passed by, she finds a coffee shop, and in it a man named Jaime, who may or may not be a barista, and may or may not be some sort of Hemsworth. This is the story of their increasingly less coffee-filled adventures. Also, there’s an Aston Martin sports car.

There are currently 15 stories totalling 103k words in the series - but it’s really not a series, even though each story uses a Writer’s Month prompt as its theme. It’s actually turned out to be one long story. However, since this meme is about individual stories, I’ve chosen this particular instalment in the coffee ‘verse because I had such a ball writing about Kafe Khaleesi and its dragon-themed beetroot lattes - plus Jon Snow, the barista from Melbourne who, naturally wears all black despite the sub-tropical climate of northern NSW. (If you haven’t read any of the coffee ‘verse, just be aware that this story won’t make much sense without reading the instalments that come before it.)

5. Beloved - The other series that had its start in Writer’s Month prompts was After Everything, my post-canon fix-it series. The summary of this series is simply that Jaime didn’t go south to Cersei and, after everything, he went back to Tarth with Brienne. Unlike the coffee ‘verse, the stories in this series are designed to be able to be read as stand-alones, even though there is a loose story arc running through the whole series.

Beloved is set when Jaime and Brienne have been married for two weeks. They are both still carrying emotional baggage, and this leads to their first real marital argument. This is probably the most ‘me’ story that I’ve written in this fandom. I was really glad to find that I still had it in me to write something like this. I enjoyed digging into them and their relationship and exploring the bits that need to be explored. There’s also a scene in Chapter 2 that’s my single favourite scene that I’ve written in this fandom. It combines action and emotion in a way that I think really works for these particular character.

Tagging: I’m a few days late with this, so I have no idea who’s done it or who hasn’t. If you’d like to do it, say that I tagged you - because I love to read what other writers think about their own work!

#writing meme

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jihyosforehead · 5 years

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omg confident gay dahyun in that last post 😏 could you please expand on that? do they date

yes ofc i gotchu

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jeongyeon means to text dahyun back. really, she does. but every time she looks at the little note on a torn piece of paper, all wrinkly and worn out from folding and unfolding it all week, with the messily scrawled loopy handwriting; she just freezes up. it’s kind of dumb.

nayeon gives her an incredulous look and then squawks, “so you’re telling me, that a pretty girl who’s exactly your type, gave you her number and you didn’t text her back?”

jeongyeon scowls at her friend, well aware of how this all sounds. then says sheepishly, “i’ve been meaning to text her.”

“been meaning to my ass.” nayeon is climbing the table lunging at jeongyeon suddenly, “give me your phone, idiot. no give it, gimme - jeongie no- gimme your phone -”

jeongyeon manages to hold her phone just out of reach from a pouting nayeon.

her plans are totally foiled though because, somehow, nayeons still managed to text dahyun despite her efforts at playing cool.

they meet that tuesday after a lot of back and forth. it’s mostly dahyun sending her memes and jeongyeon trying her best not to reply with reaction pictures. (she fails obviously, and is unaware of how utterly charmed dahyun is with how jeongyeon tries to apologise).

jeongyeon has spent basically the whole day stressed about what to wear and nayeon and jihyo have to come over to tag team in outfit picking and also give her a healthy dose of their clowning and pep-talk dynamic that always throws her for a loop. it’s pretty effective because jeongyeon feels a weird combination of confident but also humbled at the same time.

jeongyeon’s breath catches in her throat when she catches sight of dahyun. it’s pretty awkward because jeongyeon has somehow forgotten how pretty dahyun is. she’s promptly reminded when dahyun turns the corner and walks up to greet her, somehow in slow motion, birds are singing, the clouds have parted to shine a pretty sunny glow around dahyun’s head like a halo. she looks straight up looks like an angel or something. jeongyeon literally trips over her own feet, distracted by the way dahyun tucks her hair behind her ear when she looks up to give her a wide smile that lights up her whole face. she spills coffee down her shirt when dahyun guides her by the elbow to their seats. her entire neck is burning because dahyun has jumped into action, patting at jeongyeon’s torso with some tissues and asking, eyebrows furrowed with genuine concern, if she’s burnt herself and if she’s okay. it takes all of her willpower not to just reach down and hold dahyun’s hand in hers.

eventually jeongyeon loosens up. they talk about the dumbest things and have spent about 95% of their date laughing. jeongyeon feels the light ache in her cheeks from it. she thinks she wouldnt mind hearing dahyun’s laugh for the rest of her life. and is kind of worried by how much she likes this girl even though it’s been about an hour.

somehow a morning coffee turns into a six hour date, complete with dahyun insisting on driving jeongyeon home, walking her to her apartment entrance, kissing her on the cheek and promising to text her that night.

dahyun does text. and they spend that whole night messaging each other silly memes back and forth, looking for an excuse to keep talking. jeongyeon spends the next couple of days looking up her ceiling with a dumbass smile on her face, heart beating wildly.

they go on another date about a week later. and then another about two days after that.

and then the next thing they know, tuesday is date night.

tuesday is their commitment to each other’s busy schedules, jeongyeon with her hectic high powered job and dahyun’s constant rock between business trips. but despite this, they never miss a chance to see each other. jeongyeon thinks this might be something.

one time, dahyun drops by jeongyeons office with some lunch from their favourite sushi place. jihyo is giving her the dumbest, smuggest grin through the glass walls, bringing nayeon back with her at some point so they can both point and make faces at them.

dahyun drops by the next week with a bag of her favourite doughnuts and some coffee, even remembers to cheerfully greet jeong’s assistant by name and hands over some to him too. she feels warm, overwhelming happiness surge through her when dahyun wipes at cheek with a wet tissue to get rid of the glaze. and then kisses the corner of her mouth, pulling back to give her a once over, a dumb smile taking over her face.

jeongyeons workload increases exponentially and towards the end of their financial year, nearing christmas budget deadlines. she feels so horrible about it but there’s no escaping the meetings and business trips and has to start cancelling their dates because she just needs some sleep and time to go home and stress-cry. shes barely seen nayeon and jihyo at work, and in the rare moments when she does, they both look like they’ve gone a few rounds with a bulldozer and lost.

theres incessant knocking at her door that tuesday, nearing midnight. jeongyeon has no time for this, she’s stressed and is running on about three hours of sleep and has only gotten home about thirty minutes ago, she hasn’t even changed out of her work clothes yet. she opens the door to give them a piece of her mind, ready to unleash her anger. then dahyun is pushing in past her, making a beeline for the kitchen and is pulling out take-out boxes from a paper bag and is methodically setting them out on the countertop, not saying a word. instead she’s filled a plate with food and is holding it out to jeongyeon, eyes filled with worry and deep affection.

jeongyeon feels a relief so deep that her knees buckle. dahyun looks like a dream, an actual angel so lovely; she’s a garden of flowers in full bloom all at once, in her chest.

jeongyeon feels like she’s floating on a cloud. crashed her plane. like dahyun has cracked her heart not to break it, but to pour all her sunlight in. sweet, and tender and warm and painful all at once. love is a terrible, deep ache in her chest and jeongyeon knows, she wouldnt dare have it any other way.

this is how their love works. jeongyeon is tired and stressed and needs to sleep very badly but dahyun is a breath of fresh air, makes her feel wrapped up inside her coat during winter, seeing the full moon at night, all the stars.

jeongyeon takes the plate. and in return gives dahyun her heart.

#dahyun #jeongyeon #dajeong #twice #twice hcs #twice headcannons #twice scenarios #twice imagines #ask #anon #why do my posts always get so weird and deep at 1:30am i just wanna kno #bUT ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED UWUUU

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alphawave-writes · 5 years

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Can we get...Harold and Siebren cuddling with each other as they show each other memes on an off day? (This is totally not from animator -wink wonk-)

It’s totally not my very best friend @animator-in-the-sky, creator of @ask-dr-de-kuiper. No sirree. Definitely not you, who told me well in advance you’d send me a prompt. Totally a coincidence XD

This one’s SFW guys. Fun fluff for the whole family. If you got anymore prompts, send them my way. I’m raring to write!

Breaks from his research were rare enough, and Siebren had learned to embrace them whenever he may get one. Christmas was the usual one, but there were a few other occasions that took him away from the lab. Weddings were one. Funerals were another. A highly specific cultural phenomena celebrating couples only observed in few Western countries, that was typically not an excuse to relax, but the fact that it coincided with a colleague’s birthday meant that he had some time to himself.

Or at least, normally he’d have time for himself. But there were far better things to do. After all, today was Valentines’ day, and it was also Harold’s birthday to boot.

Siebren expected a quiet dinner, or a surprise birthday extravaganza hosted by the Horizon staff. Instead, as the internal clock on the lunar base struck 6, Siebren strolled from his laboratory to Harold’s bedroom, took off his coat, and nestled himself next to Harold’s lying form. Harold was engrossed with his phone, but when he felt Siebren behind him, he turned around and flashed a quiet smile.

“Good timing,” Harold said. “I found an old picture of you.”

“R-really?”

Siebren looked over Harold’s shoulder and stared at the phone, only to realise that it was not in fact an old picture of himself but a crudely photoshopped screenshot of the Grinch with his lab coat crudely painted over.

Siebren stifled a chuckle, his lips drawing up his cheeks. He ran a hand through Harold’s hair. “You know, I couldn’t get you a present.”

“It’s alright, I never was the kind to care for presents.”

Siebren pouted. “I feel like it is only right I give you something.”

“You being here is enough,” Harold giggled. “That being said, if you feel like giving me something, you could do one thing.”

“What is it?” Siebren asked.

“Cuddle me.”

Siebren grinned to himself as he shuffled closer, pressing his chest into Harold’s back. His arms snaked around Harold’s abdomen, pulling him closer. Kisses were pressed onto Harold’s nape, warm and comforting, drawing out soft sighs.

Harold adjusted himself slightly, the phone still in his grasp. On screen was his extensive photo library, separated into different categories such as ‘cute animals’ and ‘holiday snaps’ and ‘memes’. He clicked on the latter, scrolling up to the oldest. The collection went back at least two years.

“Want to spend Valentines’ looking at memes with me? You can sleep over.”

He chucked into Harold’s skin, propping himself up on one elbow so he could better see over Harold’s body. “I don’t think I will,” Siebren grinned. “I’d much rather spend your birthday doing those things and more.”

They spent the evening looking through Harold’s meme collection, which turned out to largely comprise of funny animal pictures with very random captions. When Harold finally put his phone down to charge, they kissed and hugged on top of the bed, with featherlight touches and gentle kisses. Siebren didn’t know if it was because it was Valentines’ day, or if it was because it was Harold’s birthday, or whether perhaps this was just an excuse for himself, but he felt like this moment was special. Significant in ways words could never define.

“I wish I could’ve gotten you a present,” Siebren sighed.

“I already have my present,” Harold giggled sleepily. His hand ran down Siebren’s cheek with love and adoration. “You.”

Siebren laughed bashfully. “Not much of a present, am I?”

“Your presence is my present.”

Siebren had never celebrated Valentines’ day before, but as he held Harold in his arms, as he saw the lights of the base flicker off one by one outside, as his breathing combined with Harold’s, he was starting to suspect it might have just become his new favourite holiday.

#Overwatch #Sigma #Siebren de kuiper #Harold Winston #Sigrold #SFW #I couldn't think of anything funny #Except for the pun at the end but that was more of an 'awww' moment than a 'haha' moment #Hope you like it!

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mia-cooper · 6 years

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2018: Fanfic Year in Review (Part 1)

Listing my favourite fic I've posted each month this year. (You’ll note there are only 9 fics on this list, for reasons I’ll explain below.)

Coming soon: another post where I'll pick my favourite fics posted by other writers in each month of the year, which will (hopefully) help other writers feel good and (also hopefully) give readers something new to enjoy, or remind them to revisit a favourite. (This one will be hard because of all the quality fic that’s been posted this year, but I’ll do my best!)

All I ask from you is if there’s a fic you enjoy/ed on either list, mine or someone else’s, please give it a kudos or comment, especially if you haven’t done so already. ♥

My 2018 Fic Review Roundup

January – Queen of Swords (T)

ST:DSC, ST:MU | Mirror Burnham x Mirror Lorca, Mirror Georgiou x Mirror Lorca

Okay, so I didn’t have a whole lot of choice for this month because this was the only fic I wrote. Nonetheless, I don’t hate it. I’m grateful to Discovery for exciting my spleen over the Mirror Universe status of Gabriel Lorca (about which I am still, and will forever be, bitter) as it was the only thing that inspired me to write about anything during my post-Christmas mental wasteland.

It’s about Mirror Michael Burnham’s competitive, twisted affair with Mirror Lorca, but it’s really more about the toxic relationship between Burnham and her foster mother, Emperor Georgiou. It’s about escaping abuse and trying to find a new, better way, but not having the tools to do so. It’s about being caught between loyalties and being unable to choose. And there are some heavy Macbeth references in there, but I see Michael more in the role of Hamlet, though her fate at the end of the story is ambiguous.

February – Open Hand (M)

ST:VOY | Janeway x Chakotay

This was another dry month for the muse, so again, I had only one choice for Fic of the Month, and it was one I’d never planned on writing. @writtenndust commented in a discord chat about the role played by Janeway’s and Chakotay’s hands in a number of episodes throughout the show (these are the things we shippers analyse in crazy detail), and I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about hand-clasping being the most contact we saw in canon between these two and how many opportunities were missed, and then I climbed inside Janeway’s head as she was debriefed post-homecoming and she got very introspective about it.

I really like this fic. I like its melancholy feel, Janeway’s self-understanding and her calm acceptance that sometimes you don’t get the fairytale ending. And I like that we do get the fairytale after all.

March – Warmth and Colour (T)

ST:TNG | Guinan x Lwaxana Troi

Once again, the only fic I published all month (are we sensing a pattern here?) This one was for @gluecookie for the Trek Rarepair Swap, and I don’t mind admitting that it took forever to get into. I absolutely love both of these characters but I’d never thought about shipping them before, and I couldn’t word for some reason, and the more I tried to find the right angle the more twisted up I got. In the end, though I’d wanted to give my recipient something meatier, I ended up with a pretty light story full of banter and a couple of slightly more serious personal revelations.

The most amazing thing about this story? My recipient not only loved it, they gifted me back with fanart they drew themselves. This is the most wonderful thing that can happen to a fanfic writer! (Incidentally, I’ve been lucky enough to have been gifted a soundtrack for The Bitter End by @cheile and a moodboard for Laced and Bound by @supernovacoffee and I couldn’t be happier about it.) And I’m actually planning a sequel to Warmth and Colour, hopefully sometime early in 2019.

April – Displaced (T)

ST:TNG, ST:DSC, ST:MU | Lorca x Garrett

What do you know, I have two fics and two drabbles to choose from this month!

This is one of the weirder fics I’ve written. It not only involves an impossible pairing (Rachel Garrett is from a different century to Gabriel Lorca), it’s set on an alternate plane of existence: both of them are dead, and they meet in some kind of limbo or spiritual waiting room. Each of them has one last chance to connect with another human being, but then each gets to make the choice between life and death.

This story is also an attempt to explain what happened to Prime Lorca, and it’s not a happy ending; there’s a sequel, In the Wrong Light, that’s a whole lot darker than this fic.

May – Abandoned (M)

ST:VOY | Janeway x Torres

Wow, May was a great month for writing – I bashed out 10 fics in 3 fandoms at a total of over 25,000 words! This was mainly thanks to the inspiring prompt memes on tumblr – a kiss + a ship and six sexy words – and consequently, most of these works veered on the nsfw side. (I have a stack more prompts to write to in 2019, as well.)

As for a favourite? I’m going to have to go with Abandoned. It’s set during Year of Hell, one of my all-time favourite Voyager episodes, and it’s hurt/comfort and angst, and it’s about love that’s unspoken and complicated but no less real for it. And I like B’Elanna being the strong one for the captain, because in canon we only really get to see Janeway being strong for her.

June – To Those Who Wait (M)

ST:VOY | Sekaya x Phoebe Janeway

This is actually a work in progress – I’ve planned another three chapters – and it fits into a larger universe of loosely-connected stories that @jhelenoftrek and I have been blathering about for over a year now and we are definitely going to get started on the series that brings them all together in 2019, aren’t we Helen?

Anyway, I’m fond of this story. It was a birthday present for Helen in which I tried to combine a number of her favourite things because she’s one of my favourite people, and it’s the only Sekaya x Phoebe Janeway story on AO3, which is kind of cool. And Phoebe is sexy and angry and mouthy, and Sekaya is gorgeous and lonely and rebellious, and Mark is weird and self-aware and ridiculously in love with Kathryn, who’s damaged and brave and brittle, and Chakotay is confident and sarcastic and big-brotherly and has no idea of the tragedy that’s in store for him and his sister.

And J/C pass like ships in the night long before they meet in canon, and their siblings have a passionate, tempestuous one-night-stand which (spoiler alert) isn’t going to fit the one-night-stand category in the end.

July – Trigger (E)

ST:VOY | Janeway x Chakotay

Another fic prompted by tumblr memes, and one I’d been wanting to write for quite a while. It’s not my only Equinox-inspired fic (another of my favourite episodes) and probably won’t be my last. I wanted to explore Janeway’s loss of control in this one – her anger and bitterness and rage, and the way she takes them out on the people she loves – and I wanted more of Chakotay supporting her publicly but in private, not backing down one whit.

And I wanted really hot sex. Hopefully I achieved that.

(August and September are fic-free because I was posting The Epic. I’ll come back to that one.)

October – Nothing Like a Dame (T)

ST:VOY | Paris x Torres

Ah, fictober, how I loved you. For those who don’t already know, I decided to embark on fictober at approximately 8pm on September 30, despite having a thousand other things I should have been committing to. Just to make it trickier, I also decided I would write a missing-scene ficlet to every single daily prompt, and I’d keep it canon-consistent and in order of episode airing. As you can imagine, this was quite a challenge, and resulted in me producing almost 29,000 words in a single month.

Of these 31 ficlets, I think this one is my favourite. The two protagonists aren’t even really main characters on the show – they’re mindwiped alter egos in a World War II holodeck program – but they’re still relatable both to the show’s characters and to the world today. What ‘Brigitte’ experiences as a collaborateur horizontale is the kind of thing women go through in every war, and what ‘Bobby’ learns from her is a lesson a lot of men in power today could stand to learn.

It’s also given me an idea for a Killing Game-based fic series, so stay tuned for that, sometime in 2027, probably.

(November is fic-free because I hate the only fic I posted that month so much I deleted it from AO3)

December – Desperate Measures (E)

ST:VOY | Janeway x Chakotay, Janeway x other male, Chakotay x Seven, Kim x Seven

I mean, I had to include The Epic. And strictly speaking I’ve been writing it for well over a year, but it counts. At over 70,000 words so far – my longest fic to date – it absobloodylutely counts.

This is an Endgame-fixing post-DQ action adventure featuring angst, romance, conspiracy, drama and smut. Perfect for the holiday season, right? (And no promises, but I’ll do my level best to finish it before the end of January!)

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Coming soon: My favourite fics by other people for every month of 2018

Happy reading (and reviewing)!

#miawrites #2018 year in review #on writing

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jaffefuneralhomes · 5 years

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Tag Meme

RULES: simply answer the following 22 questions and then tag 22 (or however many) people you’d love to get to know more!

I was tagged by @emrysofgallifrey (thanks love!)

name/nickname: Devon (Dev-in). Dev/Devs/D and the LOML calls me Moonbeam when he wants me to melt

zodiac sign: Sagittarius

height: 5' 9″ !!!!

hogwarts house: Slytherin with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tendencies

last thing I googled: “Moira is the best Overwatch villain” it was an article I had started reading on my break at work and didn’t get to finish

favourite musician/s: Death Cab for Cutie, Hozier, Pink Floyd, Oh Hellos, Halsey, Fall Out Boy

last song I listened to: No Mercy by the Living Tombstones. I was on tik tok, what can I say?

song stuck in my head: Horses in the Back by Lil Nas X. The song is an absolute banger

followers: 386, and most of them came because of a cute story from work XD

following: 146. I’m picky.

amount of sleep: Hahahahahahhah

lucky number: 18

what I’m wearing: black shorts and my boyfriend’s black shirt that says “goth dad” on it

dream job: Stage managing operas. Let me go back to operas.

dream trip: Oh man. A trip around the world to different theatres and opera houses *-*

favourite food: I’m a sucker for a really good shrimp pasta

instruments: I played violin and viola for a long time, piano, guitar, bass, cello, drums for a bit. I don’t keep up with it as much though.

languages: English, plus I can read music and operas in Italian, French and German.

favourite song/s: Currently it’s Would That I by Hoizer.

random fact: Not super random but I’ve got four college degrees spanning three different departments, plus I’m a certified pharmacy technician in two different states (Nevada and California)

aesthetic: Standing in the city lights with a purple neon glow and a slight breeze hitting your face, the combination of black and rose gold with hints of white, white Christmas lights hung up around a room, pens always scattered about a desk, the muffled sound of a tv from another room, undercuts, black nose rings, multiple rings on one hand, silver jewelry, riding through a forest playing Hozier, that moment when you stand in the ocean for the first time in a while

I don’t really tag people, but:

@tuba-david @aquaangel2 @corgicleric @afoxthing and any one else who wants to do it!

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 5 years

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Lola Thomas

Will she friend us on Facebook yet? Lola has been accepted! Send in your blog and faceclaim!

out of character info

Name/Alias: lexi (yeah im gonna try this again because looks like the negativity is GONE. BLESS.)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 18

Join Our Discord: Yeaaaah

Timezone: central

Activity: 7 ( i do work so activity will prolly bump before 2pm and after 8pm lmao )

Triggers: nada

Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass ;))

Character that you’re applying for: Lola Thomas

Favourite ships for your character: going in this with a clean slate so try and give me a favorite ship? ’,:)

in character info

Full name: Lola Diane Thomas

Birthday: May 20th.

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: pansexual, female, she/her

Age and grade: 16 (almost 17) && senior.

Faceclaim: Taylor Hill

Appearance:

Head: Lola is what you call a tall glass of water. She’s refreshingly attractive. Her eyes are neither blue or green but a weird combination of the two colors, making them pop against her naturally darkened complexion. Her hair is soft and wavy and like to tangle near the ends by the time Lola is out of school and on the way to work. It’s color likes to change with the rare sunlight, meaning if she is outside in the sun all day every day natural highlights will appear in her honey chestnut tresses. Her nose is like a little button that deserves to be booped constantly. Her lips are full and plump- to that she owes genetics. Lola believes it is her only good trait.

Body: A natural looker. She stands at about 5'8, so be prepared if you’re tiny. She will tower you with her legs for DAYS. She doesn’t have particularly large assets but they are there. And it’s a nice handful on either side of the equator. You just gotta look for them behind her non-stop barrage of sweaters. She likes to say she has a white girl booty- its cute && snooty. Her shoulders and cheeks are very, very, lightly dusted in freckles you can only see in the winter. Despiter her tall figure, Lola is NOT a bean pole, she’s slim thicccc weighing about 145 pounds and it’s not in her face.

Style: Lola dresses like she lives in Goodwill, trendy and thrifty. She would kill for knee socks and button up blouses. She aims to look like ‘The classic look of a teenager in the 90’s’. Her shoes will never don a heel for she believes she is 'too tall’ for them. She likes to keep a mellow color scheme for all her clothing items. Tan, green, white. Sometimes she looks like the first instagram post you see tagged * v i n t a g e. *

Personality:

First off let’s get this straight, with Lola it’s not a personality but more of how she adopts a personality to fit each social clique she is suckered into that day. If you dig deeep deeeeeep down pass the meme references and pop culture shout outs- she’s awfully shy and hates making the first move in ANY kind of situation. She is sympathetic to most of the problems she hears- other than relationship ones. What’s a feeling for someone else other than your cat? She doesn’t get it. Skittish doesn’t even cover how much of a fraidy cat she is.. One little boo when she’s not expecting it is enough to get Lola to shriek and jump three feet into the air. She does have a nuturing instinct, finding it rather difficult to see anyone lonely or upset.

Once you get to know Lola, she is a sweetheart with a soul of gold. She would freeze in the frigid temperatures to keep her friend warm. She’s the girl who will sneak you into her house so you dont have to go home if you’re scared too or can’t. She is quite snarky however- as if a dam broke and every witty thought ever spun in her head rushes out. Once you get her talking about something she is personally interested in, good luck shutting her up. Lola is also a very superstitious person. Never one too step on a crack or split a pole. Her biggest quirk would have to be her need for reassurance that her jokes are funny. She thinks of herself as a comedian but is already sure everyone thinks she is trying too hard. She is a rather dull girl on the outside, moody and solemn. But if you can crack into her cold shell there’s an ooey gooey sweetness inside. Lola is often easily upset- movies to road kill make her tear up. Anytime she even gets mad the salry reminders if her lameness well up in her eyes. And that only pisses her off more.

Despite having a cool exterior she can and will snap- just push the right buttons.

History:

Lola wouldnt deem herself an outcast yet she would always feel that way. Whether she was cheering with the girls or writing lists with Jenny, her feelings were uncontrollable. Her anxiety makes it impossible to determine if someone is being nice to her or if they have a plot to harm her. In middle school, Lola secretly dreamt of becoming a goth kid- going as far as painting her nails black for two years. But her fears never made her set out to do it. Plus everyone was a little then so isn’t that technically confirming? Her school work was the only thing Lola was ever certain in. Work was easy, you couldn’t fuck it up by being a complete oddball. It was practically memorization. After starting high school, Lola was practically a wallflower. Hell she was the wall and the flower all wrapped in one. She dropped every friendship and dedicated herself to her studies and her pets. After she got a job she was allowed to have them finally and her fur babies were the only things she cared about truly and deeply. For they could never hate their mother.

Things were always tough for Lola, socially or economically, but that didn’t mean her childhood sucked. It just meant instead of a Barbie dreamhouse for Christmas she got the summer edition Barbie. Not a house. Just the doll. Jealousy is an emotion often clouding her anxieties and judgement on people. It caused her to lose her best friend since.. Well, as long as she could remember. Lola grew jealous and almost possessive over Jenny. She probably didn’t mean too but when she saw Jenny getting along with people when she couldnt caused a burning rage to settle in her chest. It got so bad Lola didnt even speak to anyone for a week before blowing up and ruining her only real friendship.

Just because she looks innocent doesn’t mean the brunette is. There are probably a few flat tires and keyed cars residing in South Park that are Lola’s own doing. Not to mention she is a total bystander. You wanna skip school? Cool, yeah I’ll watch for a teacher. You wanna smoke pot in the bathroom? It’s all good as long as she gets a hit. These are all childish 'bad behaviors’ but as Lola sees it, there’s no point in trying that hard to be bad. After all the one time she tried it, the poor thing almost died from hypothermia after blindly listening to a slumber party dare.

You aren’t supposed to sneak out in slumber parties. Or streak in Wal-Mart. Or jump of a bridge into negative temp waters. But these are all things Lola did too prove she was cool. And it ended up with her grounded, being hospitalised for pneumonia, and gaining a large fear of heights. And a hatred for party games.

Sample paragraph:

Of course, it was another cold blustery day. Chestnut tresses fluttered in front of her sight along the whole way home, it didn’t matter how many times she forcefully blew the bangs out of her face- they always flopped back down. Numbing fingers clutched tighter to the soft cloth lining of her jacket pockets. The index fingers and thumbs of both hands pinching at the materiel. Gosh- why is it always freezing? Dull orbs flittered around the blank scenery of the all too familiar path from her house to the school. The only sounds Lola could hear were the crunching of her flats against the snow and the wind whipping furiously around her. Boring. It was all white and boring. Lola was tired of being bored. She imagined that would be the only feeling she could muster for the rest of her life and it made the corners of her glossed lips tug down.

She shook her head as if to clear the thoughts instantly, humming a tune to distract herself as she continued on her trek.

One step, two step, three step…

…Sixteenth step-

Lola really needed a friend. A small sigh lifted her chest and as it billowed past her mouth she noticed movement in her peripherals. Was she really looking down this whole time like an idiot? How embarrassing! She clenched her hands into fists, further rumpling the jacket from its own pockets. Avoiding any kind of eye contact she swayed over to the side near the street and hurried her steps along. Too fast to count now. She passed the figure and her hands slowly unfurled. The blood rushing to her digits made them quite warm and her face flushed as well. God she was awkard.

Just as she thought she was in the clear, Lola felt a tap on her shoulder and her heart stuttered in its cavity as she stumbled to a stop. Fuck.

Headcanons:

🌟 owns a bike but rarely rides it.

🌟 has one cat- a black kitten named sparrow.

🌟 also two rats- yin and yang which are little chocolate colored sisters.

🌟 3.8 GPA

🌟 wants to learn french

🌟 owns a polaroid camera kinda girl

🌟 gardens in her free time

Anything else:

Im really insecure so if it takes me time to reply its cuz im demeaning myself and my baby and my words.

#accepted #submission

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icybreaths · 6 years

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For the OC Writer Meme: 1, 4, 7, 13, 16 and 20

Meme || @montyg378

1: When did you create your muse?

Jewel was created as a Sonic character some time in 2006! She didn’t become a Bleach OC until 2008.

4: What’s your favourite headcanon about your muse?

That’s really hard tbh there are a lot of things I love about Jewel and it would be hard to pick my favorite thing.

I think one of my favorite hcs lies in her Bleach AU. In Judgement Day Jewel and Captain Commander Fukui enter their soul gate (the water/ice gate that can only open with their Shikai activated zanpakuto functioning as the keys) together and in their fused inner worlds, Megumi reveals the ace card the Blades of Balance truly hold.

They are able to fuse their weapons and bodies into one Protector (note: the four elemental blade wielders are only able to fuse with their sub-elemental half, so for example Megumi can fuse with Jewel and vice versa but it’s impossible for them to do this with anyone else while the other is alive.)

And... the souls may only fuse once. Protectors are a last resort for a reason. The combined power is immense but very stressful on the body and soul. Upon separation the weaker of the two souls always dies. The remaining wielder typically never fuses again as it takes far too long for a new soul to replace the one that died and become powerful enough to fuse.

Jewel was completely against this idea. Going into something knowing 110% that she would be dying in the end wasn’t exactly enticing. She was confident that she (and the other would-be Protectors) would be fine using their Shikai or Bankai alone. TheyWeren’tFine.

Looooong story short: Jewel rejected this idea up until the last minute. For all the hell she rose over the position she was in, and going in and out of dimensions to fight Dextra herself, and being in the apocalyptic mess of souls, hollows, humans, and Culimani, for how much she wanted to reject death-

Jewel was the one to initiate their fusing; she grabbed Megumi’s hand first and they did their incantations.

Now Megumi was never going to force Jewel, never had any intention of it, but she wanted Jewel to be okay with it. Megumi was okay with fusing from the start; she was more than willing to sacrifice herself. And yes, sacrifice is correct. Megumi was undoubtedly the more powerful of the two, but what she excluded to tell Jewel was that the stronger soul had the choice of living or dying.

Jewel mustered herself up to choose death, and Megumi chose to take her place in the end. Jewel lives but she’s put in intensive care for several months afterwards after near death.

7: How many face claims do you have or have you had for your muse?

None if we’re talking irl fcs or manga fcs. I’ve looked.

13: If your muse were the main character in a movie/book/show/game/…, what would it be called? What would it be about?

It would be my OU ofc, that very same OU where the home planet doesn’t even have a name yet nor are the regions set in stone. Plot? What plot? There was one once but we’re back to square one woops. Lol worldbuilding? Who can even ‘fit’ a world into a building--

IM WORKING ON IT D’’’’’’’’:

16: Is your muse religious?

No. She believes in a higher power but doesn’t practice anything. She was into spirituality as a human though. Thanks Grammy.

20: This or that according to your muse:

morning or evening? Marvel or DC? (she’s not familiar enough) Mayonnaise or ketchup? Books or movies? Red or blue? Black or white? Halloween or Christmas?

#montyg378 #[ asks ]#here u go freb #i tried to articulate 4 the best i could lol #aus are wild :''D

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