#i actually felt energised today

[burning-sol]

went through and wrote down some more image descriptions on my puter, but ill have to continue doing that stuff tomorrow its late and im tired. but i was productive today so hoorayy

[rusty-clockworks]

Reminder to engage with your special interests if you want to.

It can be easy to forget to, or to push them aside, but it is just as important as anything else.

It doesn’t matter what it is, if it is something you enjoy, remember, you’re allowed take time to do it.

[targaryenluvs]

Hii! I saw that you like au's so i ask if you can make a time travel au?

Where the modern reader goes to their time and meets simon, he falls in love and asks her to marry him but she gets weirded out bcs she is still so young and doesnt plan on having children.

Dark-ish plsss? 🥺

Totaly get it if you dont want to write it, up to you 🌹

Thank you

(this was pretty short but here!)

warnings: darkish simon? young reader (16ish since she’s young but nothing happens!! pushy and possessive simon, implied fem!reader and poc!reader MADE UP ROYAL NAMES IDK HOW IT WORKS

notes: (my writing usually tends to lean towards an indian reader i’m sorry i don’t even realise when i do it 😭) i’m going to make a part two and post it tomorrow since i actual love this idea!!! you’ll meet simon!

Infatuation

summary: the one where you somehow travelled into your favourite tv show along with your family. and as you debut in society, you catch the eye of a certain duke.

part ii

shonda rimes was nothing short of a goddess in your eyes for her casting abilities.

you’d been obsessed with the books ever since they came out and the second you’d heard of it being picked up by netflix you screamed so loud your family thought you’d died.

it was the release day of the first season and you had to meditate before watching since your heart was absolutely running hundreds of miles inside.

you’d settled into bed, had your favourite snacks to your side and your emotional support water bottle clutched in your arms as you pressed play.

you’d overestimated the power of meditation to calm you down, and underestimated the power of warm cocoa.

you’d dosed off after the second episode, and you were aware of it as it happened. the sounds of your favourite show lulled you to sleep and you’d never felt happier.

but after a while, you’d realised the sounds never really faded away, they became, stronger?

the sounds of the bickering bridgertons echoed through your head, preventing further sleep.

what the fuck?

as you opened your eyes, you felt, energised.

and as you rolled over you couldn’t believe your eyes.

daphne bridgerton by your side?

“y/n, are you alright?” she questioned as she closed her book, giving her undivided attention towards you.

you reeled your shock back in as you cleared your throat, “uhm, yes, i’m alright. where are we?” daphne smiled at the question, “we’re at my home.”

you nodded as you took it in, you fell asleep last night in your own bed and woke up in your favourite book, great!

this was quite literally the epitome of all of your daydreams and you couldn’t believe it was happening. you took into account that if you were with daphne you were most likely good friends with the bridgertons, you looked down and saw your nightgown, definitely not the same pjs you wore to bed, your hair was in a braid, and-

“since you’re finally awake, let’s get ready. i’ll send the maids in! i’m so excited and nervous for today y/n/n. this is our day!” she gushed as she allowed the maids in.

our day? this most likely meant that this was starting of like the first episode. oh god, you were going to meet everyone. anthony, benedict, violet- oh god you loved violet.

the next hour was a blur, maids everywhere, millions of dresses, hair pieces, jewellery sets and so on. you’d settled on a (obviously) white dress, with a diamond like waist details, puffy sleeves, gold details/flecks around the sleeves, a tiara, bracelets and a sweet yet simple necklace. daphne had on a similar dress, but the details were different and she wore a feather in her hair.

gods, she looked amazing. the two of you stood in the middle of the mirror, clutching eachothers arms as maids touched up your hair. “you look phenomenal sister.” daphne spoke to you admirably. over the hour you realised many things, the two of you had been friends since kids despite your age gap, your mothers being the best of friends and the same for your fathers, and since hers passed the two of your families had only grown closer.

your own family were very well-known amongst the ton. your father, being marquess of anderton, lord y/f/n l/n and your mother, lady y/m/n l/n, and your brothers, eldest son, earl of anderton lord b/n, and lord b/n. then you, the youngest, lady y/n l/n.

your brothers were also best friends with the bridgerton brothers, your eldest and daphnes, your second with benedict and colin due to their shared/similar responsibilities as second/third sons. but they all got along, nothing happened in the bridgerton family without you knowing and nothing happened on yours vice versa.

you all usually visited eachother whenever, living not too far from eachother. your town home being larger than theirs, and anderton being an three hour ride from london, your country estate being much larger. you were wealthy as hell and you loved it. not that you weren’t back home, but obviously nothing like this.

you still couldn’t tell if this was a dream. usually in your dreams nothing seemed as realistic as this, and you had free reign of your body, you controlled your body, nothing odd had happened, no floating unicorns, no random nightmares, nothing. all realistic. and despite your age gap of of roughly four years, yourself and daphne got along well, she at first saw you as a younger sister and soon enough, her best friend.

even if it was a dream you’d take as long as you could here.

as the doors opened yourself and daphne stood proud and happy. the nerves dying down after you reassured one another.

your mother and lady bridgerton stood infront, teary eyed. “our girls! you look-” “breathtaking.” anthony cut his mother off as your families stood, shocked.

daphne squeezed your arm as you walked forwards, you were so relieved to see your family looking all the same, just a change in clothes, and it was odd. everyone looked so- regal! somehow your brothers had cleaned up.

“enough fussing! let’s get going now.” daphne spoke as you all made your way down. “are you going to marry a princes sisters?” hyacinth squealed as you and daphne laughed, “i wish! we do not know who we are marrying yet sweet hyacinth, that’s what the social season is for, to meet people, make friends and to meet the person you’ll marry. soon enough you’ll be in our position and you will have a line of suitors waiting for you.” you answered sweetly as she grinned from ear to ear before it was struck down by george.

“don’t lie to her! the men won’t be lining up to get to her they’ll be running to get away!” he joked as hyacinth gasped, “how dare you?!” she shouted as she chased him down the steps. for some reason this all felt, right. you felt like you belonged here. once you’d gotten past the initial shock everything just came to you so easily. the manner of speech, how to act, what to say etc.

maybe it was due to your constant daydreaming of being here but it was so easy.

“kids slow down please! you will hurt yourselves!” your mothers shouted at the same time. you were all one big family and you loved it. it was like double the love, and whilst the bridgertons may not have had their own father with them any longer, your father did his best. he spent time with the brothers and sisters, giving the support they needed, doing what he can for the children of his best friend, his family.

you had really underestimated the chaos of the bridgerton family.

you were surprised your own mother wasn’t greying in the hair at the constant bickering and fighting. but at the end of the day you knew everyone loved eachother. but right now you wanted to lunge across the carriage to strangle your eldest brother.

“it’s no big deal.”

“you’ll be fine stop fussing.”

“what’re you worrying for.”

as if this wasn’t one of the biggest days of your entire life. you had to make a good impression upon the queen, god knows the gossip in this town else wise would drive you into a hole.

“i am sorry sister, i should do well to remember the seriousness of today, i apologise.” he responded, reaching across to grab your glove-clad hand, squeezing in support.

“we should all remember the seriousness of today. but do not worry, our dear y/n will do well, i believe it wholeheartedly. you are sweet, confident, intelligent, understanding and so much more my daughter. you will find a good husband, someone whom you love preferably. but otherwise a good man, someone deserving of such an amazing woman as you and it doesn’t matter if you do not marry this season either. there is always the next. if you are not ready you should say so now.”

you’d never seen your father so absolutely understanding. you would’ve thought. especially in this day and age that he’d press you to marry but no.

“eloise has postponed her debut has she not? would it be alright for me to do the same? at ten and eight she will debut and so will i. i fear i am still to young, a lot of the others are older and know more than i.”

“no one knows more than you dear sister.” your other brother spoke up with a smile, “besides eloise of course.” he said as you all laughed, “very well then. we do not have to explain ourselves to anyone and i will send forth someone to relay the message to the queens servants and withdraw your announcement card. and i am not against the idea of keeping you caged up with us for another year. the dread!” your father joked as you all laughed.

the debut had gone better than you could’ve wished for. besides a fainting or two, and you having to endure prudences whining and complaining. the queen seemed to favour daphne and you could not have been more thrilled for her. the two of you chatted everyone’s ears of at dinner to the point where you were separated from sitting together, which did nothing as you both spoke from across the table!

at home you were restless.

your room was much larger than your own.

but you loved it nonetheless.

you couldn’t help but continue to think, you hadn’t woken up yet, you’d literally spent an entire day here, and you hadn’t awoken. you’d pinched and slapped yourself which earned you a few strange looks from the maid that you’d forgotten was in the room and nothing. you hadn’t woken up, annoyed at leaving the bridgerton world.

what you were most excited for was to meet more people if you woke up tomorrow. penelope slipped through your fingers due to lady featherington fussing over her, lady danbury hadn’t been seen, you hadn’t been able to visit madame delocroix nor anthony’s opera singer and perhaps the most disappointing of all,

simon.

you had the fattest crush on him, especially after seeing him in the show. if you woke up tomorrow, you were going to make sure to see everyone you’d missed.

and at the top of your list.

a certain duke.

and if you’d known what would happen once you met him you would’ve steered clear of him.

[gumnut-logic]

Hello! I'm wondering what happens when Alex finds out Virgil plays the piano?

Sweetapple Piano

Alexander Sweetapple Series | Alexander Sweetapple and the Volcanic Island

Apologies for the delay in answering this lovely ask. This is part of Alexander Sweetapple and the Volcanic Island, but because we are writing it out of order, I'm thinking probably chapter four.

Also, it is all fluff, complete fluff. Virg is a maestro and Alex is the fanboy.

This is m/m romance, so if that isn't your thing, this isn't the fic for you. The very beginning was posted yesterday as a WIP Wednesday (actually on Wednesday for once), so it may look familiar, but there is plenty more. I am soooo happy to be writing again.

Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight and @womble1 for the readthroughs and amazing support. And I big thanks to those of you who continue to support our engineering geeky fanboy OC. Oh, and special thanks to @sailing-on-a-puddle for both asking this question in the first place and for writing her Glitter fic which sparked me to write more of Alex and Virg :D You guys spoil me rotten and I'm truly blessed to be part of the amazing Thunderfam ::hugs everybody and squishes for all::

I hope you enjoy the fic.

-o-o-o-

Virgil and Mrs Tracy set Alex and his mum up in two of the guest rooms in the Tracy villa that second night on Tracy Island.

It was an early one after a massive day and Alex was exhausted. Virgil kept him company, but it was obvious the rescue operative…his rescue operative…was also exhausted.

Regardless, it appeared they didn’t want to separate from one another. Virgil escorted him to his room, an amazingly spacious apartment with a view to die for, but instead of leaving, ended up sitting on the couch beside him just talking.

About anything and everything.

Sure, they had Siliwrap to discuss - it was their default topic, after all and a means to spend time together for so long. But now things were different, more open, with more possibilities.

Alex couldn’t help himself. He watched every movement of Virgil’s facial expression. His smile, his arched eyebrow, his concern, his lips…

His hands, which so often he found holding one or more of his. He should be alarmed. This was Virgil Tracy after all, Alex’s hero worship was a thing. But it seemed Virgil was just as attached to him. Ever so polite, always checking to make sure Alex was okay, and with a hesitancy that proved that this was as new to Virgil as it was to Alex.

And just as cherished.

But exhausted they were and both Mrs Tracy and and Alex’s mum checked up on them and mothered them enough to make sure they went to bed.

It was stupid to have his mother, now hopping around on crutches, tucking him into bed. He should be looking after her, not the other way around. But her smile and her kiss to his forehead, reminiscent of young nights now so long ago, it was obvious she had been as scared and as worried as he.

Yet, out of horror and disaster, Alex’s world had changed so much, and as she brushed hair off his forehead, with the murmurs of Virgil and Mrs Tracy in the rooms beyond, all he could feel was love.

“Love you, mum.” His voice was little more than a whisper.

She smiled down at him. “Thank you, Allie, for today.” She placed a quick shushing finger across his lips. “Sleep, honey, you need it. We can talk tomorrow.”

A brush of a finger to his cheek. “Sleep well, Allie.” Again with that all-seeing and amused smile, she turned and hobbled out of his room, shutting the door behind her.

He should be looking after her.

But the thought was overtaken by the exhaustion in every cell he possessed, and despite everything, he fell asleep before he could worry any more.

Which let to this morning.

The sun was bright in tropical latitudes and the morning early. He slept soundly and rose with less of the headache from yesterday. There were still protests from various parts of his body, but he felt energised, as if the sun was injecting energy directly into his system.

He padded down stairs in bare feet, dressed only in a borrowed t-shirt and long pyjama bottoms. He suspected he owed John Tracy a new wardrobe.

One aspect of the Tracy villa was accessibility. There were stairs, yes, but for each stairwell there was an accompanying lift. There was engineering in the design he couldn’t help but admire. The building was glued to the volcanic rock face, but used the rock in ways that maximised it as a building material, and the mechanical infrastructure meshed into it just as smoothly.

Whoever designed it was a bloody genius.

Finding himself staring at one of the lifts nested into basalt, he shook himself. Okay, Alex, you’re a fanboy. Stop with the catatonia. You’re amongst…Tracys. Genius was likely the norm.

Of course, that was the moment his feet landed on the hardwood of the main comms room and music floated into the stairwell.

Piano music.

He frowned. He had noted the grand piano the previous day, but with a day of so many other thoughts, he hadn’t questioned it.

Alex stopped just behind the wall that curved and supported all the portraits of the family. The music was lovely. Light and melodious, just floating gently on the air with happiness.

He shook himself. No coffee, day after a disaster that could have killed him, somehow that had him waxing poetic.

But the moment he stepped into the room and discovered who was playing the piano like a siren, he understood why.

It was Virgil. Of course it was Virgil. Dressed in a grey t-shirt and blue jeans, the man was lost in his music. His eyes were closed and he was just playing.

Realising he hadn’t been noticed, Alex crept forward, thankful for his bare feet, and sat down quietly on the floor, legs dangling over the edge of the sunken lounge. He watched those gorgeous hands dancing over the black and white keys, the shift of Virgil’s body as his weight moved with the music.

Alex had to admit that he had a thing for piano music. Mostly because his sister, Janie played, and played a lot. Janie had moved to Sydney, Australia, to further her musical studies (and possibly a fellow Aussie soloist who had more than caught her eye - his mother still liked to stir her about it every now and again). Alex did miss the sound of her playing. It had been a background to his homework and engineering studies for a good part of his learning years.

And this? It wasn’t enough that Virgil was a brilliant engineer, but also a pianist of calibre. Alex could understand that much. Janie came with many a recital and Alex had learnt good from not so good simply by osmosis.

And Virgil was good. Very good.

But then, he was a Tracy.

Alex’s fanboy heart fluttered.

But the man who had been kissed, just yesterday, so, so thoroughly? His heart swelled with just so…much.

The music suddenly stopped. “Alex?” Virgil was standing up from the piano.

Alex held up a hand. “No, no. Sit down.” Virgil’s eyes widened a little, but he obeyed and sat back down as Alex scrambled to his own feet and padded over. “That was beautiful.” He wanted to place his hand on Virgil’s shoulder but couldn’t work out if that was an okay thing, or where to place his hands really at all.

Virgil overrode everything by wrapping a strong arm around him and drawing him close. “Good morning.” He drew Alex down for a gentle kiss.

Oh.

That was never going to lose its thrill.

Alex found himself sitting on the piano seat beside Virgil, very much ignoring the piano completely.

No, definitely never going to lose its thrill.

Coming up for breath. “Hey, good morning to you, too.”

That brought a grin to Virgil’s face followed by a chuckle that was obviously in reaction to whatever was on Alex’s face.

But the grin eventually shifted to a gentle smile with enquiring and medically scanning eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty bloody good.”

Virgil snickered, and was that a blush?

Oh, god.

Alex swallowed and attempted to straighten himself out into something socially acceptable. “So, you play?”

Virgil blinked as if he had forgotten he was seated in front of the piano. “Oh, um, yeah.”

“That was amazing.” At Virgil’s arched eyebrow. “Your music, I mean.”

Virgil’s lips twisted into a lop-sided smile. “Thanks.”

“What were you playing?”

“Nothing in particular. Just felt like a bit of piano.”

“That was improvised?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah.”

Alex stared at him a moment longer. “Bloody amazing.”

And there was that gentle blush again.

Alex’s arm tightened around Virgil’s waist, drawing the big man closer until their temples touched. “I’m sorry. You’re just…” Amazing? Unbelievable? Beautiful? “…you.”

Another snort of laughter and they were kissing again.

Alex could so get used to this.

“Oh, god, my eyes!”

Alex felt rather than saw Virgil roll his eyes and their kiss suddenly changed to something far more performative.

Alex followed his lead and there were hands and wow, this was…his mind blanked.

There was another gasp of horror and disgust followed by stomping feet on stairs that disappeared into the distance. A plaintive ‘Grandma!’ was muffled by the house.

Virgil broke off the kiss. “Sorry, brothers.” His smile turned into a grin and Alex found himself giggling with him. They were like a pair of school boys into mischief.

“Which one was that?” By process of elimination, there was only a possibility of two…though the thought of Mr Scott Tracy’s reaction had Alex’s stomach roiling with a mixture of excitement and down right terror.

“That was Allie.” Virgil blinked at Alex. “Alan.”

Alex just smiled at him. “Play for me?”

A stare full of thought behind those gorgeous dark eyes. “Okay.”

Virgil turned towards the keys and Alex shifted enough to give him room, letting his hands free. “Any requests?”

“What ever you like.”

Another glance at Alex, before Virgil’s fingers touched the keys and notes filled the air.

Alex breathed in as music wafted up from the strings deep inside the barrel of the instrument, sent by the brilliant man beside him.

He let the breath out ever so slowly.

So bloody amazing.

-o-o-o-

[ala-baguette]

Another Hinny headcanon request for you!

Which is doing the cooking? Harry or Ginny?

If you ask Harry, he'll tell you he does the cooking.

If you ask Ginny, she'll tell you they cook together.

The reality, you ask? Well... 

Neither Harry nor Ginny particularly love cooking. When Harry and Ginny first moved in together, who did the cooking was a point of some contention. Harry would come home tired after a long day at the Ministry, and he would get annoyed that Ginny, who was off season and working non-traditional hours, wouldn't cook. Ginny was offended by this as she thought Harry was trying to get her to do the cooking was because she was the girl. (Ginny had spent most of her youth sneaking out of the Burrow to avoid her mum whenever Molly tried to teach her to cook because she felt this was just her mother encouraging stereotypical gender roles.)

After a few quarrels, they came to an agreement to cook together. When it comes down to it, however, this isn't exactly how it goes...

When he comes home, Ginny is sitting on the sofa, her leg bouncing as she thumbs through the latest edition of the Quibbler. Harry knows she's already read it.

He smiles at her, but only offers a "Hey," before making his way to the bedroom. Ginny bites her lip as she nods to him. Harry smirks to himself as he moves down the corridor. He knows her. She has a story she wants to tell him, and she's struggling to keep it in. She knows him back. Knows he needs a bit of alone time first.

After a busy day at the office, Harry frequently takes this little introvert reprieve when he first comes home, often retreating to a quiet corner of the house to collect his thoughts and re-energise. Ginny tries to respect this, but he can see it annoys her sometimes. After a long day apart, she's dying tell him about her day and chat. And they will. In a bit.

Harry changes out of his work clothes, flops on the bed, and settles in for a half hour with a copy of Seeker Weekly.

When it comes time to cook dinner, Harry emerges and Ginny nearly falls off the sofa in her haste to follow him to the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?" Harry asks, inspecting the larder. He doesn't actually expect a constructive reply.

"I dunno, you pick," says Ginny predictably. She hoists herself up to sit on the counter, her legs swinging. She’s wearing the short shorts he loves.  The ones that show off the maximum amount of skin and freckles.  "So you know how it was raining today? If you can even call it that. More like misting."

"Was it? Guess I was mostly indoors today. Lemon chicken sound good?"

"Sure. So I told you about that new recruit, right? Stephanie Vaughn?"

"Once or twice," replies Harry, smiling to himself. Ginny's been complaining about Stephanie Vaughn nonstop since she signed on. "Sprouts or asparagus?"

"Is there a difference apart from weird-smelling pee?"

"Sprouts it is." Harry pulls out a bag of sprouts and a few potatoes, setting them on the counter to join the chicken.

"So we've barely started practice and Vaughn starts whining about the rain."

"Uh huh," says Harry as he peeled the potatoes. "Wanna get a pot boiling?"

"Where's the pot?" she says, hopping off the counter.

"In the cupboard where it always is."

"Oh, right." She pulls down the pot and points her wand. "Aguamenti! But like. It's England. What do you expect?"  Another prod of the wand and the water is bubbling.

"Come again?"

"Vaughn. Complaining about the rain."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Pretty silly. Seems like it's part of the job for a professional Quidditch player.”  Harry scrapes the peeled and quartered potato into the pot and turns his attention to the sprouts.

“Right?  Like, you know Quidditch matches don’t get cancelled for hurricanes, let alone a little drizzle.  So why do you expect practice to only be in the sunshine?”

“Absolutely,” Harry agrees dutifully.  “How do you want your sprouts?”

“There’s more than one way to eat sprouts?”

“Roasted, sounds good,” he decides and reaches for a roasting pan.  He drizzles oil over the sprouts and tosses in a pinch of salt.  Ginny has resumed her seat on the counter.

“So she’s going on and on about how her hair gets frizzy in the rain.”

“Her hair is what she’s worried about?”  A tap of his wand has the oven preheated, and he slides the roasting pan in.

“Her hair,” Ginny confirms, rolling her eyes in disgust.  She runs a hand through her own short pixie-cut.  She’s long decided this is a far more practical style for flying, and Harry has decided this is a far more practical style for kissing her neck.  Both were glad to be in agreement.

Harry turns his attention to the chicken, patting it dry, carefully trimming away the fat, sprinkling it with salt and pepper.

“I swear, I’ve never seen Gwenog turn that colour.” “What colour?”

“Purple,” Ginny sniggers.  “I mean, you’re seriously going to complain about your hair getting frizzy to Gwenog?  Gwenog who needs to keep her hair in braids twenty-four seven to control it?”

“Can you check to see if the potatoes are done?” Harry prompts.

Without getting off the counter, she snatches a fork from a drawer below her and prods at the potatoes in the pot.  “Guess what?  If Gwenog can deal with frizzy hair, so can you!  What do you reckon, are these ready?”  She holds out the fork for Harry to test the potato himself. 

“Almost.  Still a bit crunchy.  Another couple minutes.”  He adds a drizzle of oil in the frying pan at the hob.  “So does Gwenog hate her too?”

“Totally.  I can see she’s regretting her choice.  I don’t care that Vaughn flew better in try-outs, she’s such a bad fit for the team.  So high maintenance.”

Harry grunts in agreement as he adds the chicken to a satisfying sizzle.

“So then Gwenog tells her to invest in a jar of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion, practice the Impervius Charm, and while she’s at it, she can do a Silencio Charm and shut the fuck up.”  Ginny throws her head back and laughs from her seat on the counter.  Harry glances up long enough to shoot her a smile, then flips the chicken and adds a pad of butter, a sprig of time, and a couple slices of lemon. “Guess you kinda had to be there,” she adds, seeing that Harry is too busy draining the potatoes to laugh.

“So, reckon she’s going to last? Vaughn?”

“Merlin, I hope not.”  Ginny dips a finger into the newly mashed potatoes to taste them as Harry pulls the sprouts from the oven.  “Actually, I’m really hoping she keeps flapping her mouth.  Gwenog is this close to sacking her.”  

Harry gives a non-committal grunt as he finishes plating and sprinkles some fresh thyme leaves over everything.  “Come on.  Let’s eat,” he says, handing her a plate.

At the table, Ginny’s mouth is too full for her to say much more for a time.  She chews, thoughtfully eyeing the plate as she tastes each component in turn, nodding to herself.  “You know what?” she says around a mouthful of sprout. “What?”

“We’re actually pretty good cooks, you know?”

Harry smiles to himself as he cuts another piece of chicken.  “Yeah.  I guess we are.”

[mode-lfy]

Secret friend - Bonus part

It's been months since Y/n and Liz got together... becoming a cute couple that does a lot of things together when they are together.

Despite Liz's career not allowing her to have as much free time compared to Y/n, she tries to chat with him everyday when allowed and visit him when on break.

They have cuddled to sleep together a few times... watching movies at Y/n's studio.

They have small arguments once in a while but both were considerate and give in to each other.

Liz often catches Y/n watching cute videos and clips of her, many including Rei.

Once, she tried to surprise him during his shift in the 7-11 but she caught him watching a cute clip of her and Rei doing aegyo. And him smiling like a fool.

This time, Liz wanted to visit him during her free time inbetween promotions but Y/n told her not to visit him or the convenience store as she would be tired and should be resting more.

Liz thought, 'Y/n is so thoughtful...'

However, Rei suddenly come into the room, asked why isn't she hanging out with Y/n to de stress.

"Well, Y/n said I should be resting at home instead and that I didn't need to visit him." Liz explained.

"Just call him and talk then. It's going to be exam period for him soon after our promotion ends, then he will be the one who is busy." Rei encouraged her.

Liz agreed and decided to call Y/n, expecting him to answer but Y/n didn't answer and texted her instead not to call him today as he was busy working.

Feeling disappointed, she wanted to instead surprise him instead. She wasn't feeling tired and if anything, being with Y/n helps to energise and refresh her mood.

This was the first time Y/n actually told her not to visit him and she was hesitant on whether or not she wanted to visit him. But thought she might just do it, as she missed him.

However when walking out to the door, she was greeted by the other members who just bought snacks home. "Oh? Are you going to visit Y/n?" Gaeul asked, seeing how Liz was about to go out.

"Yeah! I wanted to surprise him at the convenience store." Liz blushed.

"Ah he is not there though, he want there when we went to buy snacks." Yujin informed, which Liz was surprised as Y/n told her that he was working.

"But..."

"But what?" Gaeul asked.

"Nothing... I will visit him at his home then." Liz said softly under her breath.

Liz was confused, did Y/n just lied to her!?!?

She took a taxi, quickly getting to Y/n's block and  taking a lift to his floor. Outside his room, he could hear a woman's voice calling him.

"Y/n, my (muffled noises)," The woman's voice called Y/n and sounded very affectionate.

Liz collapsed and felt bad. 'Is Y/n cheating on me?' Liz thought.

She wanted to walk away and cry. She couldn't believe Y/n is doing this to her.

As she sat down and struggled to hold her tears for awhile, Liz thought... 'I can't let this go!' Liz stood up and knocked on his doors angrily.

"I will get the door!" Y/n's voice came.

Within seconds, the door opened and Y/n appeared.

"Ji-won!?!?" Y/n's eyes widened at the sight of her.

Liz immediately gave him one tight slap, making Y/n surprised.

"You cheater! You are cheating on me, aren't you! That's why you didn't want me to visit you!" She shouted.

"No, I didn't!" Y/n felt accused.

"Who's that?" A older woman came running towards the door.

"Hey! Why did you slap my son!" The older woman  shouted at Liz.

Liz stopped her crying momentarily, "S-Son...?"

The older woman immediately took a closer look at Y/n's cheeks that were slapped by Liz.

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After a short explanation.....

Liz was sitting respectfully and anxiously while she sat beside Y/n while the older woman sat across her at the table, examining her.

"Hi Auntie! My name is Kim Ji Won! Nice to meet you!" She said nervously and loudly.

Y/n looked and smiled at her cute actions.

"So you are my son's girlfriend...?" The older woman asked.

"Yes..." Liz answered, her hands shaking.

"Don't worry, my mom is very nice. Just relax." Y/n held her hand, reassuring her.

"That's good!" Y/n's mom smiled happily.

"Why didn't you tell me that you had a girlfriend!" His mom looked at him, unhappy.

"It's a secret... You would be wanting to see her a lot and I don't want to scare her." Y/n answered, smiling at Liz.

"So what do you do? You look familiar..." Y/n's mom asked.

"I'm a singer... Im in a girl group..." Liz answered timidly.

"Mom!" Y/n tried to stop her from asking too much.

"You should have told me that you have a girlfriend!" Her mom said to him, unable to hide the smile that she was happy with Liz and him having a girlfriend.

Y/n sighed as Liz smiled and said, "It's okay."

"Hmm, so that's why you haven't been wanting me to come and visit your studio... I thought you have been busy with schoolwork, and not been calling me as often." His mom nodded her head in realisation.

"...." Y/n looked at her, guilty.

"Fine then... I will just let you two kids have your own time. I will just visit another time." Y/n's mom say as she got up and leaving the groceries bag in the fridge.

"Sorry! Y/n smiled guiltily.

"Have fun with Y/n!" Y/n's mom waved at Liz as she exited the studio.

"Why didn't you tell me your mom was here!" Liz questioned Y/n, after his mom left.

"Well... I didn't want to make you nervous. Also...  it would have make you stressed out..." Y/n said, putting Liz down beside him and hugging her.

"Movies and cuddle tonight?" Y/n asked, pinching her nose gently.

"Sure!" Liz said as she began to hug Y/n and ask what movie he would want to watch.

"Let's watch something relaxing? I will open  YouTube videos of something cute and you will like it." Y/n opened up his laptop and place it on the table.

Liz and Y/n both laid on the bed and cuddled as they watched the videos, albeit their attention mostly on each other.

Halfway through the night, Liz fell asleep and Y/n smiled at her sleeping face. He stopped the videos and kissed her before sleeping himself too.

"I love you." Y/n whispered as he kissed her, to which Liz smiled.

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Well, It’s been awhile since I wrote as there were something big happening on in my life.

I wrote this as a sort of a celebration as I reached 200 followers on Wattpad.

Thanks alot for the support along the way!

[auraee]

- ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. -

❈ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 ~ Hi hi! This is a little something that I wrote earlier today... I've grown quite fond of Kaeya (if you've seen how much stuff I've reblogged about him, hehe) and I think I'm slowly moving out of my writers block, so yeah! I did have a longer piece in the works for him from before, but then the block came and I kind of felt bleh... but I'd like to get to work on it again along with the other things I wanted to do for Kyo too! But I do hope people end up enjoying this! By the title you can see what the dabble will be about and if you don't have said feature you might possibly have trouble reading it, but not a crippling amount I don't think. This piece uses she/her pronouns to describe the reader, if that makes you uncomfortable let me know and I'll post and alternate with neutral ones, I just prefer to do the first because these are relatively self-indulgent.🌺

ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖 ~ Mystery of love - Mree

❈ Happy reading!

Under sequin stars, I watched my love twirl under my arm. Awkward in her steps, but she did so beautifully — her timid nature complimented the delight in her brown eyes. 

Oh, her eyes... 

Once, she’d told me that she found them… unappealing. Unflattering— in comparison to my sole blue one. My heart hurt at her words. They spilled from her plump lips like bothersome, unwelcome thoughts that she kept buried in the confines of her mind. But…how? I didn’t understand.

To me, I thought. Your eyes are the most enchanting thing I’ve ever looked at. 

… And then I spoke it. 

A small smile graced her lips, then, a giggle. “Oh you’re just saying that.” _______ mused. “Thank you, Kaeya. That’s very sweet.”

Oh no, no— you misunderstand. I didn’t mean that in a shallow manner. In a manner that would simply glaze over and dismiss the thought. I reject it out right. It’s incorrect. “Your gaze to me represents many things, actually ______.” I whispered, her bronze skin tender against my palm. “Which is why I find it enchanting.”

I watched her face contort and change, it was like watching a painting give life to itself with no artist, except this piece seemed curious and confused. “What do you mean?” 

My heart ran a muck in my chest. My mind, a spiral of thoughts and urges to kiss her and explain later, but I was somehow able to remain calm. I always had been able to do that, it’s within my nature. “Well, your eyes remind me of chocolate cake, freshly baked and drizzled with glacé icing. They remind me of morning coffee, delicious and energising. They remind me of wood used as kindling to nurture a fire, keeping many, many homes warm during the night when it’s especially cold out.”

I couldn’t stop myself. For the first time in a long time I chose to speak my mind. Hm, it’s funny how I often found myself doing that whenever I was with her.

The more I spoke the vigour in my voice became apparent. My love’s expression had changed again. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to form a sweet ring of surprise. She clung to me, my waistcoat whining as it crinkled under her grasp and melted into me the way death afternoon did on my tongue and I savoured it. Every. last. drop.

“And during sunsets— I know that they’re not one in the same in terms of colour, but when I look at you, when I gaze into you,” 

Grinning, I let my forehead rest on _______’s.

“I see stars sparkling in them. They peek through just enough. I see comfort and warmth because they’re exactly the way they are. I love them. To me, ______, they’re absolutely perfect.”  

“K-Kaeya… that’s… I-I don’t know—”

_____ paused and I was left in silence.

Perhaps I had been too passionate, or perhaps I hadn’t been enough before this moment.

______’s cheeks prickled with warmth in my palm. She mumbled my name, losing courage to look me in the eye. Adorable. Her voice was quiet— deliciously flustered. My urge to take her grew. 

To feel. To taste.

“Thank you… truly. I don’t know what to say. I-I’m completely lost for words.”

_____ rose onto the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against my cheek. I chuckled at the gesture.

“Is that all you’ve got, sweetheart?” I hold on her hip tightened. “Because I intend on offering you far more than just a kiss.”

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[mire1li]

Oh, no it's not causing any issues!

Ever wondered how everything looks like from the eyes of a background character?

You, just like Huohuo, had a heliobus sealed in you… though you’re a simple Vidyadharan, the heliobus managed to manifest itself in the form of a dragon tail… which made you look… odd, to say the least. 

Every time you leave your house, people would come up to you and question why you have a dragon tail, after all you aren’t a high-elder so you don’t have the horns to match your new-found tail. 

Miss Hanya told you you’d only have to have this heliobus for a few weeks so they could see how other species reacted to being possessed (unsurprisingly, for the first few weeks, you were completely drained of your energy), though on your 5th week, you felt… stronger? No… your energy levels were higher than they had been for the last few weeks. 

Immediately, after making his discovery you went and told Hanya, who told you to “last a little while longer” and so you did… 

Now, you’ve had this heliobus for a little under a year. 10 months, to be precise. The heliobus had been largely inactive and you were feeling better than ever! Whilst doing chores, it would talk to you, it was pretty fun and you didn’t feel as lonely anymore.

You were sure it took most of your energy when you were asleep, as to not disturb you during the day, that probably explained why you no longer got a good night sleep… but it didn’t matter as you felt energised in the morning. 

Today, you were cleaning your house when suddenly your ‘tail’ smacked the broom out of your hand. 

“Hey” it spoke to you, changing into a more typical ‘heliobus’ form, though it still looked like a dragon… which scared you… a bit. 

“Hey?” 

“When am I leaving? That lady, Hanya, said this’ll only last ‘a few weeks’.” It’s face didn’t change a centimetre, although you could practically see the eye roll…    “I don’t know, I haven’t gotten any updates. Do you really want to leave?” 

“Well, I don’t know, sure it’s nice here or whatever but being bound to someone restricts me!” 

“I mean… you’d be sealed away either way, whether it be with me or in Fyxestroll garden.” 

It sighed, a disappointed look painting it’s draconic face “I know.” “Would you prefer being stuck with other heliobi? I assume some of them can be quite annoying.” 

“…” 

“I’ll take the silence as a no. Anyway, I need to continue cleaning.” You went to get the broom back, the heliobus knocking it further away from you. 

“…”

“…” 

The heliobus wrapped around you, essentially trapping you… you tripped over your own feet and landed on the floor, groaning in pain. 

“Do you wanna explain what this is about?” 

“… you humanoid species call it a ‘hug’ I think” 

You nearly audibly let out an “aww”, not expecting a heliobus to… hug you. 

You hugged it back, lightly petting its ghostly head. 

Eventually, the heliobus retracted from your body, seemingly smiling in content and returned to it’s ‘tail’ form. 

You chuckled and went to pick up the broom, finally able to clean in peace… or so you thought. Abruptly there came a knock from your front door. You sighed and placed the broom in it’s place, now making your way to open the door. 

Upon opening it, there stood Miss Hanya and Huohuo… you could tell where this conversation would go.

Your heliobus tail basically hid itself from sight. 

“Hello Hanya, Huohuo. Would you like to come in?” 

��Yes, that would be appreciated.” 

Hanya and Huohuo entered your home, you shut the door and led them to the living room, waiting for them to sit down on the couch, before sitting down yourself. 

“So… I’ll, uhm, assume you know what we’re here for?” Huohuo spoke timidly, looking around your home. 

You nodded “Yes.” 

“Let’s get to business then.” Hanya chimed in, standing up again.

“Uh- actually… it hasn’t been of any trouble… and we’ve… sort of grown attached to each other.” You chuckled awkwardly, hoping you could keep the heliobus. 

You could tell it also didn’t want to really leave by its timid actions around these two. 

“But… doesn’t it exhaust you?” Hanya looked… incredibly confused, you started feeling awkward, it’s fine though, you just had to tell her your thoughts! Surely she’d let you keep it! “Not necessarily… I’m pretty sure it stopped draining my energy during the day as to not disturb me.” 

“What an odd heliobus…” Huohuo spoke quietly “why don’t you do that, Tail?” She added, looking at her tail.

“Psh, why should I? I don’t need to accommodate you, you’re doing just fine!” 

“Ahh! Don’t be so harsh…” Huohuo cried out, slightly pouting. You could tell they were on good terms. 

Hanya cleared her throat, bringing everyone back to the situation at hand. 

“You’re saying you wouldn’t mind being possessed by it?” 

“That’s right, I understand it was just for an experiment, however… I don’t really feel as lonely anymore, it’s nice having someone… something(?) around to keep me company, I’m sure it’ll agree.” You mentioned your own ‘tail’, which transformed into its normal form.

It nodded, proving you right, causing Hanya to sigh and think for a moment. You were sure this was the first and only time she’d have a situation like this… 

“I mean… are you sure? Truly sure? This decision will make your life tougher!” She spoke, subtly pointing at Huohuo, who was currently trying to reach one of her talismans which was… mysteriously floating high above her….

You tried not to laugh at the sight… clearing your throat you looked back at Hanya who was leaning back on your couch with her arms crossed. “I’m sure I can handle it. It hasn’t caused any trouble for me in the past few months, I think it’ll be fine.” 

“Yes, that may be so, however, this is a heliobus we’re talking about, it’s personality could change just like that!” Hanya clicked her fingers as a visual representation. 

“It could, I understand the risks and I’ll be sure to take all responsibility!” 

“Um… what about something along the lines of a test run…? We monitor those two less but still get weekly reports? If all seems fine… then I don’t see why we shouldn’t allow it…” Huohuo added, probably getting the idea from Tail… who knows? 

Hanya looked at Huohuo, then you, then Huohuo again and sighed. Eventually caving.

“Okay… sure, we can try that.” 

The lady sat down, sighed and placed her head in her palms for a moment. She looked up at you a few minutes later, smiling.

“Well, alright… I suppose… it’s about time you give it a name then!”

[victors-only-dummy]

Sweet Morning

Pairing: VICTOR x DUMMY (Me/You )

another morning has arrived and it's finally the weekend in Loveland city, which everyone was looking for. however, you didn't feel too excited about it because you had been busy with your clients' needs. you're a full time producer, one of the best producer in the Loveland city you live in. every detail, every colour, every request. you put them into your work. usually people give them to their loved ones as gifts. 

as you slowly open your eyes, you allowed yourself to adjust to the sunlight that passed through your bedroom's window. however, you aren't able to shift from your position. well, that's because Victor, your husband, had you in his arms, your face buried in his chest, this position was maintained from last night until now. 

wanting to shift from your original position is quite difficult, especially if you don't want to wake him up…but you have work to do in 2 hours. you slowly let yourself go from his embrace and stood up, silently looking and admiring his beautiful features. 

but he isn't waking up…yet. usually he would wake up at this hour but maybe he's just lost in a beautiful dream. you were feeling quite generous today, so you decided to shower him with kisses, hopefully waking him up. as you were about to give him a peck on the lips, his eyes slowly opened. 

you're now a blushing mess. "good morning." he said. "good morning." you replied back. "where's my other kiss?" he asked. "here." you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "i have work in about 1 and a half hours, so i hope you don't mind if i get up now." you said. 

"but i actually wanted to stay here with you for another 10 minutes." he said, lips forming a small, cute pout. you have to admit: every time you see him pout, you'll definitely get weak over it. "alright.." you said, slightly sighing. 

"what do you want to do?" you asked. "come here." he said, spreading his arms wide. you immediately recognized the signal and went in for a hug. you always craved for these kind of hugs, mainly because you were busy with work and you don't have much time for quality time with your husband.

"i know you're craving for morning cuddles. you haven't had them in a while." he whispered. "you know me so well." you said, silently giggling at his words. 

after a wholesome ten minutes of cuddles, you finally got out of bed and got ready for work, and you've never felt this energised before. 

it was a beautiful and sweet morning indeed. 

[aonoexpat]

Feeling untethered

12-05-2023

I'm long overdue for a blog update, I'm going to be honest: I've had a really rough couple of weeks, and I've simultaneously been wanting to wait until it's over and I'm feeling better so I can give y'all positive texts and happy pictures, and to write an honest and open update but feeling too low to actually sit down and do it. I'm not entirely sure where I'm at right now headspace-wise, but I'm gonna give it a try!

The common denominator over the past weeks is that I've been feeling tired and depleted. I'm leaking energy and unable to refill it quickly enough, due to a couple of reasons:

Work/money 💸 : I work about 25 hours a week, divided over both a bartending and a catering job. Beside that I try to go busking twice a week. Even though I enjoy all three of those things most of the time, I can't deny that they are tiring. Especially the catering job, since the service they aim to provide is a bit more high-end. And even though I clearly need my down time, I constantly feel like I'm not working enough. That road trip wasn't cheap, and, having been brought up Dutch, I felt (and still feel, frankly) the need to replenish my funds asap, which is hard to do when 1 grocery run of a couple of essentials costs me a day's wages, and my weekly(!) rent is $165, excluding power etc. That brings my monthly rent to ~$719, which equals about €417, and that's only because the Aotearoa Dollar isn't doing great at the moment. It's worth noting this is by far the cheapest room I could find (anything under $200 a week is a steal). Te Whanganui-a-tara is generally not a cheap place to live. Every time I feel like I'm gaining some ground financially, something comes up, like a broken amp for busking that needs replacement, or a week of few work shifts. I haven't managed to break even since I got to the country. I'm hoping I might manage this month, but I'm nowhere near saving any substantial amount.

Living situation 🏠 : my new living space is much closer to everything, which saves me time energy and money in bus fares, but it's not a house I'd call home, unfortunately. My flatmates are messy and unorganised (which, as I have learned today, attracts pests), and often fail to understand that loud noises (like them throwing up in the bathroom at 03:30 AM) aren't magically stopped by a half-closed door. I tend to be on edge when I'm home, which makes relaxing and re-energising a challenge. I try to make myself feel better by burning some incense and listening to music (nostalgic Dutch music if I can help it) with my noise cancelling headphones, which helps me feel more isolated and safe, but it's not a long-term solution.

Reflection 🪞 : being back in Te Whanganui-a-tara, I've gone right back to hanging out with settled people, even though I had a reminder of what it's like to chill with other travelers in Tāmaki-makau-rau. I don't really have as easy a way to get in touch with them here because I'm not staying in a backpackers. Because of that I think I've slipped into a strange limbo state of trying to feel at home here, and being bothered by failing at that, while simultaneously planning to get out of here. I find myself trying to build a life here as though I was in The Netherlands, and then realising that's not why I came here, and beating myself up about not making the most of my time here. Even though I did come here with the question in mind if this place could be home, so I should be evaluating that. But I'm pretty certain Te Whanganui-a-tara will not be home. So I tell myself to get out of here, but to do that I want to save up money, so for now I have to stay (though I'm starting to think I might be falling victim to a sunk-cost fallacy there). Besides that, my brain has just gotten moderately comfortable again in a new place, and is reluctant to mess everything up all over again. It's like when I left home I dipped my toes in the cold water of being on the road, traveling and the discomfort that comes with it, and then once I got here I quickly pulled back and said no, actually, this place is warm enough. But that won't do. It's interesting to observe though, and all the thoughts that come along with it. I'm having existential crises and revelations on the daily about what I want in my life, and realisations about what's important to me. I never used to have that back home. I did experience it on my last backpacking trip, but it's different this time. Last time I still had a clear path to return to: when the trip was over, I'd go to uni back home. Now, my future is one big question mark (not even talking about all the large scale societal threats). These questions and ponderings are a large reason why I wanted to go travel in the first place. But by god, it's exhausting. And scary.

I miss my family and my friends, I've started to realise how utterly alone I can feel here. I'm doing everything on my own, I'm dragging myself to work every day, I push myself to go out there and play music, I pick myself up when I'm a crying mess on the floor, I cook for myself, and I motivate myself to keep going, to evaluate what I want, and to find the next right thing. And sometimes I forget that that takes a toll on a person. I'm in an unfamiliar environment, with unfamiliar people, a whole new political climate, a different culture that undeniably has its own challenges, no matter how idyllic Aotearoa can seem from a distance.

And I'm actually goddamn proud of that. I'm strong. Because despite all of my challenges, I'm staying on top of everything. I'm never late for work, I answer all my emails, I pay weekly visits to the bank to exchange my busking coin, and I do my laundry. Go me 💪

So. What now?

I've been quite eager to find somebody to travel together with. I know public transport is very limited here, so traveling by car is pretty much a must. I am personally very uncomfortable in a car though, so I'm a bit defiant to give in. Driving is not my style, let alone flying short distances, and I feel like I would be able to get around without either of those. And I probably would, but it would make things a lot more difficult, that I can't deny. So if I have to drive, I would definitely prefer to have a travel buddy, so when the car breaks down we can panic together.

However, the other day a coworker asked me how I feel about traveling alone, and I told them I loved it. It's my favourite way to travel because you get to choose your own path and don't need to care about anybody else's plans… and then I realised I wasn't actually doing any of those things, and finding a travel buddy would completely defeat the purpose. A while back, I wrote an entry in my personal diary saying "I don't want to live in a city, I want a van with the back door opening to a sunset and a pillow and a cup of tea." So after talking to my friend yesterday, I did a full 180 and suddenly set my sights on trying to procure a van for myself. And even though it scares the absolute shit out of me to the point where the thought actually makes me cry, it also looks 100 times sunnier (metaphorically, it's 100% winter over here) in my mind than any of my previous plans. Only now I'm realising that my plan of getting a rideshare to the next town and doing the same thing there actually made me dream about going back home. And that's not the way I want to feel.

The past days I've felt sick so I've allowed myself to lie in bed and rest up (dw, covid test came back negative), but the coming week I'll hopefully actively start the hunt. My mind still swings back and forth between 'driving around in a van is an absolute dream' and 'driving around in a van is my worst nightmare', so I'm just letting it swing and I'll see where it lands, I suppose!

I've needed the past month to figure myself out. It's funny how, looking back, it feels like I've been wasting time here. Now that I have a bit of an idea of a next step, it's easy to forget what it was like not to know, and it seems like I've been making the wrong choices by letting myself get tired and depleted and have not the best time here. But rationally I know that every day I've spent here has been necessary to get me to where I am now. It's just like when I'm sick and I spend a day resting, and then I feel better, and it seems like there was no reason why I couldn't have been productive that day. But the rest is an essential part of the process, as much as perfectionism tries to deny that. So I'm giving myself positive affirmations and biding my time (and basking in Eurovision distractions 🤩) until I feel energised again!

Some happier notes because I can't help it:

Like I mentioned, the amp I used for busking broke so I needed to get a new one, and opted for the Vox Mini3 G2. It's a kilo lighter and almost twice as small as my old one, which has ultimately made my busking experience a lot nicer!

I made a necklace out of the pumice and sand from the beach of Taupō-nui-a-Tia and I'm actually really happy with how it turned out:

I paid another visit to Zealandia and got a closer look at the Takahē, I'm BEGGING you to turn the sound on and hear the little noises they make:

We went to Red Rocks at night to see the Southern lights, but they weren't visible with the naked eye. My friend's camera captured this though:

I'm off to bed now, I have another long day of work waiting for me tomorrow. Thanks for bearing with me ❤️

[shant20]

EMF Protection with Defense Bracelet

An Everyday Essential: My Positive Experience with the EMF Protection with Defence Bracelet

I'm someone who's constantly on the go. Between work, socialising, and keeping up with family, I spend a large chunk of my day surrounded by technology. Laptops, smartphones, Wi-Fi routers - it's all part of modern life. But lately, I'd been feeling a bit drained and out of sorts. I had trouble sleeping, felt foggy-headed at times, and just lacked that usual spring in my step.

Improved Sleep and Increased Energy Levels

Knowing that electromagnetic fields (EMFs) emitted from technology could potentially be a culprit, I decided to explore solutions. After some research, I came across the EMF Protection with Defence Bracelet. The idea of a bracelet that could offer protection from EMFs intrigued me, so I decided to give it a try.

I've been wearing the EMF Protection Bracelet for a few months now, and I'm genuinely impressed with the results. The most noticeable difference is in my sleep quality. I used to wake up feeling unrested, but now I sleep soundly through the night and wake up feeling refreshed and energised. That foggy-headed feeling I mentioned earlier has also subsided significantly. I feel more alert and focused throughout the day, which has been a welcome change.

Stylish Design and Comfortable Wear

Let's be honest, sometimes with wellbeing products, aesthetics can be a bit of an afterthought. But the EMF Protection Bracelet is actually quite stylish. It comes in a variety of colours, so you can choose one that complements your taste. The material is comfortable to wear, and the bracelet itself is lightweight and unobtrusive. I forget I'm even wearing it most of the time!

Peace of Mind in a Busy World

While I can't definitively say the EMF Protection Bracelet is the sole reason for my improved well-being, I can confidently say that since wearing it, I've noticed a positive shift in my energy levels and sleep quality. It gives me peace of mind knowing that I'm taking a proactive step towards mitigating any potential EMF-related issues.

In today's tech-saturated world, I believe it's important to be mindful of our exposure to EMFs. The EMF Protection Bracelet is a simple and stylish way to do just that. Whether you're someone who spends a lot of time on electronic devices or are simply looking for ways to improve your overall well-being, I highly recommend giving this product a try.

[gettatranslations]

Introducing my Treasure。Cooking。Yumigeta Ako (23.12.01)

Good evening🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako 🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

Thank you very much for leaving so many comments！！！

There were over 100… I made sure to read them allー❤️

I really empathised with all of your stories about Fukumura-san、and your supportive comments made me blush、and I realised just how many people are here to support me‼️

...

And And And！

I didn't answer！！！！！！

The question about the Santa donut、about if it was his nose or mouth。

Based on your comments it's definitely his nose！！！！！！

Plus、after I posted that blog I searched up 【Santa illustrations】 and there were lots of pictures of Santa with a red nose so it's gotta be his nose‼️

Today I'll talk about our tour……

Lookieー！

During this tour、I revived a lot of goods from the company and I bought a lot myself too so I'll introduce them today👍

Tada

They're really packed in there…

I actually have even more but I'll just talk about these for today！

Some were given to me by the company when they were released、some things I wanted so bought myself、some things my family bought for me so I have lots💗

Today I'll talk about my favorite 3 items🎶

① Single CD

I bought this when I went to Tower Records with Inoue！

I talked about how I only pulled 17ki trading cards in a previous blog、and it's from then！The CD from that story！

…

Listening to a song that includes my own voice is really strange、but it makes me happy💗

Rather than being like、「My voice is on a CD！！！That's amazing！！！」 I'm so emotional！I could cry！

It's more like

「Woah、it's me…」。

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② Daily Photo（Corn version🌽）

That's right！I've spoken before about how much detail I put into my illustrations…

And I often draw a plum with arms and legs

Named 「Umeko-chan」（I named her myself）

I can draw this character pretty well now❤️

I wonder how Umeko would be written in kanji

「梅子」？「梅琴」？

...

Please pay attention to my illustrations from here on okay〜‼️

③ Photo with Fukumura-san

I love it💗

This shoot was done on the final day of rehearsals before our Autumn Tour！

It was right before our opening day so I was really nervous and I'd been holding back my senpai at rehearsals so I was really nervous about this shoot、because I felt like I should have been practicing more by myself at home instead〜

But when we did this shoot together Fukumura-san gave me a hug and that really energised me❣️

Plus I didn't have many photos shoots or other jobs with Fukumura-san so this photo makes me super happy、so I'll always remember how happy I was during this shootー📸

I have stories like this for each and every item！！！！

I could have happily told you about 10 of them but I stuck to 3 for today…😂

Maybe I'll tell you some more another day！

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today I was in Shizuoka、and after school I made a fruit tart with Mama‼️

The other day、Mama made a kiwi tart🥝 with the kiwis we bought at Fruit Park❗️

But I was in Tokyo at the time so I didn't get to eat itー So she suggested we make one todayー！

We made it from scratch！

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🍎🍓🍒🍑🍊🍋🍈🍏🍐🥝🥭🍇🫐

Tadーa！！！

The final product〜！！！！

You can really taste that it's home-made✨

When I ate it I was surprised by how delicious it was！！

The crust was sweet and almondy and it tasted like it came from a shop……💗

Plus it's super cute❤️‍🔥

I haven't baked at all since I joined Morning so it was really satisfying to make this！

Making this and eating it helped ease my stress plus I enjoyed myself〜😋

Next time I have time I want to make valentine's chocolates🍫

Obviously for myself！I don't give my food to anyone

I Getted 「Refreshed by Delicious Food」✨

I hope Fukumura-san is taking some time to relax too。

I wanna bake with her someday

🍭🍬🍫🍿🍩

I'm great at frying eggs so I want Fukumura-san to taste my fried eggs！

I hope I can see her again〜！！！！！

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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By the way we had grissini breadsticks at home in Shizuoka。

I said I wanted some on my blog so maybe they noticed that and bought some for me？

It made me happy🥰

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🦅🦅🦅

[stormboundscholar]

A nice day

Day 8/100 of Productivity

Hi everyone, welcome back to my blog!

Let's start with how I began my day. I slept late again yesterday, but I remembered to set an alarm so I managed to wake up with my 9 am alarm. It was still only 6 hours of sleep but I still felt energised when I woke up. Autumn has arrived and it doesn't feel like an oven anymore, it was even slightly chilly today. I may need to stop leaving the windows open I guess.

I managed to start studying at 10 am again, it's kind of becoming a habit even. I didn't have a lot on my agenda today though, so I kind of chose what I wanted to do.

I started studying by doing some small assignments that I had missed earlier. It wasn't that fun, especially because they were about kinda minor subjects subjects that I don't like a lot. Still, I guess I had to do them eventually. I spent 1 hour completing my homework.

Then I studied some organic chemistry. I was actually really scared of the topic initially, as the topic is harder to study in small bits, but I think that I am growing to love it. After I started understanding the subject it became easier than I would have guessed. I spent 2 hours studying chemistry.

After that I started studying Maths. I don't know how I managed to concentrate for so long but I managed to study maths for the rest of the day. I didn't really focus on a single subject, but trigonometry definitely took a lot more time then others. I also studied some logarithmic functions and practiced solving equations. All of that took 8 hours of work, and I can certainly say that maths dominated most of my day.

Overall I studied for 11 hours. I know that there is room for improvement, but I think that it was a really productive day. I think that it may even be better to rest instead so that I have some energy to keep my work consistent.

That was all for today. Good night everyone, and good luck!

[marinetranslations]

Dear Everyone Fukuda Marine (23.08.01)

KonnichiWallaby

I'm Marine

On the 28th I tested 「Positive」 for Coronavirus

So I am currently off work。

I'm very sorry for causing everyone so much worry and bother。

My throat still hurts slightly

But my body has recovered。

This is my first time being ill when apart from my family

So I felt helplese

But the thoughtfulness everyone around me has shown and all of your warm messages have really helped to boost my spirits。

I want to stand in front of you fully energised as soon as possible

So for now

I'll keep myself hydrated and eat nutritiously so that I can full recover。

It's really hot every day so please all take care of your health too

Tanimoto-san、Ono-san、Onoda-san、Shiori、Runo

I'm praying that you'll feel better soon。

Also today is Yuumi's birthday event。

I really wanted go celebrate this special day

At the venue with you all。

I'll be sending you my power。

Do your best Yuumi、🥺

I got to watch Yuumi practicing

From her side。

I know the actual show will definitely be wonderful！

So please enjoy it if you are going。

I'll do my best tomorrow too 😊😊😊

[thelifeoflorna]

~17/10/2022~ I’ve had a busy day, and definitely been fatigued, but not as bad as I have been. I had really bad stomach pains in the morning, but discovered the source (TMI) - constipation from the extra medication - I never seem to realise until it’s got bad, but luckily the issue seemed to resolve itself today. It was a different sort of day as had Council of Governors meeting so H couldn’t come in - the meeting was a vast improvement on the first one in that it was on Zoom, so I could actually access it properly, and there were some topics I was able to comment on this time - responses felt largely underwhelming and dismissive, but at least it felt like we covered important relevant stuff this time! After the meeting I had a couple of other admin bits to do on my laptop. Then I did some more painting for a bit of light relief. And then I returned to laptop to carry on with writing uni email response - I am being very thorough in approach, but it’s very much in the interest of covering all bases as I really want this to be the last response I give! Still not finished, but should be tomorrow. I then finally headed outside for the first time today - went to the high street briefly for a hot chocolate in Caffè Nero while I wrote my notes to bring to appointment with AKA. Appointment with AKA was at 5 pm, even though technically service users aren’t supposed to be in the building after then, but it was the only time we could meet, and we agreed it was a silly rule anyway - it didn’t exactly go to plan in that they had to lock the building up earlier than usual so we ended up having the appointment outside on a bench, but that worked well for us! We always feel better for talking to AKA. Walked home, then had to squeeze in a quick dinner before heading to rock choir - it was good, as always, though always makes me energised so I find it hard to settle down afterwards… 🦄 (at Littlehampton) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj1L-aJqBUCt16LqXYUIxLld2umcKquag6LB5A0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=