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[jiminrings]

yoongi’s lullaby

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 13k

glimpse: there’s two things you can conclude from yoongi’s shapeshifting service: a) it’s great for his wallet, and b) it’s crushing for your heart.

alternatively, yoongi’s your best friend and soulmate, and you have to watch him fall in love over and over again.

[ 40% angst, soulmate au, yoongi is a capitalist (he shapeshifts and goes on fake dates then gets a load of money), fluff + wholesomeness, unrequited love (at first), f2l, self-deprecation, jealousy, YEARNING!!!, Redemption Arc I Promise ]

notes: this is part of the hlwwf universe :) and just like its predecessor, it’s also based on a song!! i haven’t felt this excited to write a fic in a while so i hope u love it as much as i do <3

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!

Yoongi must be the universe’s reward to you for every good deed you’ve ever done.

When Yoongi lets himself to be roped into joining in your newest fixation, it must be your good karma because you sat front-row for each one of your younger siblings’ school events.

When he reminds you to drink your water and not skip your meals, even going so far as to deliver both to you as often as he could, it must be the universe’s payment to you for watering plants and going on that one (1) mandatory tree planting activity.

When he gives you all the credentials to log into his premium streaming platforms even without you asking, it must be fate’s way of thanking you for not making a fuss whenever a barista messes up your order or when a stranger cuts in line.

Yoongi is the good in your life and he has been ever since you were teens, reminding you of what you’ve worked hard for in life because when he wasn’t so busy going through the same hardships you did, he would be at the sidelines waiting for you to finish.

Or he could be someplace else without even sending a lousy text regarding his wellbeing nor his notice that he can’t be at your awarding ceremony tonight because he’s busy doing his job, serving as a reminder that Yoongi must also be the universe’s punishment to you for your missteps and lapses.

When he comes and goes into your apartment freely as treats himself to your newly-bought groceries, it must be retribution because you lost your temper on your college roommate once for eating the leftovers you’ve been craving since the night before.

When he salvages all the spare batteries you have lying around to power up his huge clock back at his apartment, therefore leaving you to eventually spend a rainy night without flashlights because of a power outage, it must be payback for lowering the temperature in your breakroom even with the sign that specifically tells you not to.

Whenever Yoongi mentions his shapeshifting “career” (he argues that it is) to you, a gift he had been born with and one he really maximizes to the fullest potential and profit, you’re reminded how much of it is a curse to you.

Yoongi must be the universe’s greatest reward and punishment for you at the same time because while he’s your soulmate and you spend almost every day with him — you have to see him fall in love with everyone else but you, over and over again.

“You should be splitting rent with me at this point. You’re always here,” you groan as soon as you spot him on your couch, barely escaping the grogginess you’re still in from having a long night. 

His presence isn’t surprising anymore given the time you’ve been with him and how this exact situation has already played out tons of times before (him breaking into your place because he doesn’t want to be alone, you blissfully clueless until you hear raccoon-like searching in your kitchen) — it’s more irking than it is surprising, especially when you wake up at the wrong side of the bed.

“Do you not want me around?” Yoongi laughs heartily, unwilling to wipe his grin off when you don’t react. “That’s what I thought.”

He’s already beaten you to the TV and while he hasn’t had breakfast yet because he thought that the least he could do is wait for you to wake up so you could make it and the two of you can eat together, he’s getting there anyway.

“What type of horrible soulmate kicks out their other half that hasn’t had breakfast yet at 8 in the morning?” he hums, a faux pout on his face that rubs you the wrong way. You’re still pissed at him for not showing up at your awarding ceremony last night for being the top developer in your tech company, his lengthy apologetic text before you went to sleep still not doing its full effects.

“You don’t wanna tread there,” you huff, crossing your arms. “I have a lot on my chest, Yoongi. A lot of hateful, vile, factual comebacks.”

“Exactly!” he exclaims, the smile on his face telling you that he’s taking this lightly; way more lightly than you’d like him to. “We’ve had this conversation a million times before, baby. Sometimes, people just aren’t meant to be,” Yoongi shrugs, his words embedded in you now from repetition alone. “Some soulmates are only platonic.”

“That’s what you want because you’re non-committal,” you hiss, the incoming headache you have for having this conversation too early in the morning making you sit yourself on the couch. Yoongi grins because he knows you won’t kick him out at this point, slinging an arm across your shoulders while you’re still glaring at him. “Your hustle or whatever you call it is falling in love with everyone but me.”

“Uhm, correction — it’s a career,” he tuts. “I have a gift, Y/N. What, I can shapeshift into other people and I’m not supposed to capitalize off of that?”

He had only started offering his services a little more than a year ago, a byproduct of his boredom and his producing internship at the music label falling through. It just came to him in a fever dream and a drunken suggestion from you, and one website domain purchase and a socialite with a lot of connections for a first client later, Yoongi quickly made bank.

SeeAndSaw’s a trial dating service led by Yoongi, one that would answer clients’ curiosities to whether or not they were compatible with a person, and that’s where his shapeshifting came in handy. His services continue to be used for a multitude of reasons, the most common one being to see if the client would match with their soulmates (or just a random person, he’s not particular like that) ahead of their meeting. He’s also become a handy instrument here and there, breaking up with people in his clients’ behalf because they were too guilty to do so, to becoming a stand-in for clients that needed to present someone to their families for occasions.

Yoongi acts far too casual to you and not only is its time’s fault, it’s also yours for keeping him around in any way you can have him, even if it’s just as a friend. 

“I keep professing my love for you every two weeks and I’m doing it now while you’re eating my leftovers. People would kill just to have a soulmate as dedicated as me,” you frown, slowly softening the more that you’re rendered awake. Yoongi’s right, you did have this conversation a million times before and it’s the realization of it all that perhaps, at rare times, makes it hurt less.

“We’ve had this talk before,” he sing-songs, digging into the carbonara you took home that he retrieved not even one minute later since you joined him on the couch.

“For someone who makes bank fake dating people, you sure do leech off of me a lot,” you grumble, effectively quietened when he shoves a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

“That reminds me,” Yoongi grins, building up to a dramatic gasp. “I love-…” 

He trails and trails and if only you didn’t know any better, you would know that Yoongi wouldn’t profess his love for you in your living room while you were still in your pajamas eating cold carbonara. Much less, Yoongi wouldn’t tell you at all that he loves you.

“I love doing that,” he agrees, disappointed for a second when you didn’t even react to him doing a cliffhanger about what or who he loves. “My treat for you this week is to get you a new mattress. You’ll be less grumpy in the mornings.”

“The mattress can stay for a little longer. Can you just get me a new alarm system please?” you say without missing a beat, having already thought long and hard about what make-up gift you wanted him to give you from missing out on your awarding ceremony. 

“Why? Are you okay? Did anybody attempt to break in?” Yoongi asks concerned, brows knotted in worry. He grunts under his breath, shaking his head. “I already told you to move into my apartment complex so many times. It’s much safer there.”

That’s also a conversation you’ve had a million times before, all circling back to your attachment to the first place that you bought with your own money. It’s not bad per se, it just looks like it when you show it side-by-side with Yoongi’s place.

“Oh. They already broke in,” you narrow your eyes, oblivious to the panic brewing in Yoongi.

“What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?! Are you-…” he rants, stopping himself when he sees the irony. “Okay, I get it. You’re not funny.”

You and Yoongi eat cold carbonara in total silence, save for his grumbles of how you should never joke about your safety and yours for how he should start chipping in for your bills if he’s gonna keep showing up like this.

Yoongi swears he doesn’t find you funny. He swears it on his life when a few days later, a guy is sent to your house to update your security system. There’s a couple hundred packages of additional manual locks, along with Yoongi’s letter of how he still doesn’t find you funny, amongst other things.

Please guard your home. Don’t let anybody else in except me.

- Yoongi

( ♡ )

Yoongi despises change.

He’s with the elderly when it comes to online menus in an actual, physical restaurant, annoyed by them to the point that sometimes he just walks out. He can’t help it that he wants a nice, slightly greasy, and good menu because it just goes to show how great the food would be. 

He hates whoever invented and continues to advertise white cooking equipment that’s beyond impractical, knowing to himself that he would disown any friends or family he’ll catch using them. You spent a good two seconds more looking at a white ceramic pot that one time when you were online shopping, and Yoongi’s never been more determined to hurl your phone to the floor.

Yoongi also hates overly-modified cars and overly-decorated phone cases, because as much as it isn’t his business, he firmly believes that sometimes there are things meant to be left alone.

His voicemail is still the same one he had back in college and his standard ringtone for everyone remains untouched — everyone but you.

Yoongi knows that he’s in charge of his time given his very successful career and he worked around his whole schedule just to grant himself the luxury of sleeping in today. He wants to have himself buried in his cold sheets for longer but it’s your call that overrides his phone on Do Not Disturb, shaking him awake quicker.

“Yoongi?” you ask, too wrapped up in your internal to-do list to notice that he answered at the second ring. “Help me please.”

“Spider family in your cupboards again?” he yawns, rubbing the sleep off his eyes. God, he hopes it’s not that again. He isn’t the biggest fan of spiders either but at your insistence (and threatening last time that you’ll ignore him for a week), he forced himself to swallow down the unease.

“No, I woke up late,” you hum, once again oblivious that you’re intruding on Yoongi’s plans. He doesn’t mind though; not at all. “I just got a text about my package and I accidentally used your address again. The front desk received it.” 

Yoongi’s address has already become your secondary one at this point, from food deliveries from staying over to parcels you made him receive because you wouldn’t be home at the time. You’ve gotten used to utilizing his address, his home, so much that you forget which is which sometimes.

“Can you sign off on it as me?”

You know potential and convenience when you have it within reach, and the both of you know that your best friend slash soulmate gets a sense of pride whenever you need to utilize his shapeshifting abilities.

“Okay fine. I’ll even talk you up as a future tenant here because you’re taking my advice and moving to my building, right?” he caves in even if it took nothing for you to convince him, putting on a shirt before finding his slippers.

“What, what? Yoongi, oh! You’re breaking up,” you make a half-assed attempt in avoiding the offer once again. You could afford it with the salary you have now but aside your attachment to the place you have now, being closer to Yoongi in this context would precisely be the demise of you. “Thanks, Yoongs. Bring the package with you when you come over.”

Yoongi’s filial when it comes to you, that much you’ve noticed. He may not be in love with you but his loyalty to you is as clear as day, much of a soulmate’s but not exactly a lover’s.

It’s supposed to be like clockwork when he picks up his parcels (yours in this case) from the front desk but there’s just something he belatedly realizes now, his mouth in a grimace when he has to pry off your package from the receptionist who was unabashedly asking where you were.

He didn’t know that every time this would happen, or in any case wherein you came by yourself to his apartment and therefore passing by the front desk, the sleaze would flirt with you.

“Joohyuk from the front desk always comes off strong, huh?” Yoongi snickers the moment he enters your place, handing you your stuff instead of tossing it like he usually would.

“Tell me about it. He doesn’t give me a break,” you snort, unfazed that he doesn’t greet you with a hi anymore because your current visiting set-up has been executed many times.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with the unhinged anger in his brain that unfolds because from your response alone, you’re used to it. You’re used to feeling uneasy and he hadn’t caught on earlier than he should’ve, the guilt weighing down on his chest.

“Hey,” he calls out, his tone leaving you no room for objections. “I’ll receive your packages from now on.”

( ♡ )

You don’t know how you keep holding onto Yoongi despite him grasping you from afar.

It’s a melancholy enough as it is to swallow at the end of the day that Yoongi’s yours but not in the way you want him to be, along with the great possibility that it would always be that way. You don’t heed the reminder when you’re with him and that’s almost everyday of your life, the ache that you’re the only one pining after him remaining as a dull thrum. 

He seeks you in seasons but you look for him in all weathers, the great search of when you’d finally amount more to him still coming up unanswered.

You can handle seeing Yoongi often with the cue that you’re only friends despite the initials on both your ring fingers saying otherwise. You can manage with introducing him only as your close friend to colleagues and acquaintances because you don’t want to end up with a long-winded explanation how he wants you but really doesn’t.

Yoongi can deal with your moony stares at him every once in a while and your professions of love, whether sober or drunken. On the same vein, you can deal with the rejection he serves you every single time.

The both of you are adults who can handle each other, one more high-strung than the other, and it’s only in moments like these that you reach your limit. You’re awfully too aware of how easy it is for Yoongi to work, to be in love with people he only knows vaguely.

“I don’t like to see you when you’re at work.”

You’re momentarily caught with panic when you see a stranger in your living room, only being caught up to date when he’s sprawled across your couch in the same way that Yoongi does, the very same shit-eating grin he has on for giving you a fright.

You don’t know the guy at all and you don’t plan to. You try your best to separate yourself from Yoongi’s shapeshifting business, most especially his clients and the extensions of them that he has to portray. You don’t even want to hear the stories behind his appointments even if he begs for you to hear him out because he just wants someone to talk to. 

The moment you fully accept that Yoongi would belong to everyone but you is the day that you rue him.

And in a longingly heartbreaking fashion, you don’t hate Yoongi — yet.

He momentarily changes back to himself, sneaking a look at his watch to see how many minutes he has more of annoying you before going on a date just two blocks away from your place.

“Why?” he whines, and in retaliation, changes back to the stranger. “I’m Hong Dusik. I’m from the countryside, moved back to the city to do stocks, and my dimples are literally embedded in there. I’m my client’s soulmate and it’s their first date next week but she’s shy and she’s nervous, so she’s having a dry-run with me first.”

Tuning Yoongi out has become a skill you continue to hone and while it isn’t foolproof just yet, it’s helped tremendously when you want nothing more than to kick him (or any form he takes) out.

“Nice.”

“You’re icing me out, sweetie?” his voice lulls, the sweetness behind it cloying until you remember that you don’t know the guy it belongs to.

“My god, your dimples are deep,” you murmur, clutching your bag to your chest. “Switch back, Yoongi.”

“Why? Dusik’s a nice guy.”

You kiss your teeth with the annoyance of a hundred days built up, gritting out your answer that makes him falter momentarily. “I’ve heard already, but I don’t plan seeing Dusik or any other stranger in my home.”

“Aw, you’re so loyal to your soulmate, whoever he may be,” he coughs, shifting back to himself. At any other day, Yoongi’s playful nature would be met with one of your sarcastic remarks but he doesn’t get any this time, the ghost of a frown accompanying his lips.

He’s admittedly nervous when you don’t play along with him, but his urge to sneak one last word in overtakes his trepidation.

“My advice to get over me? Bone it out. Get it out of your system. Soon enough, my initials would fade.”

Come to think of it, Yoongi’s advice isn’t all that bad.

“If Dusik and his girl don’t work out, just send him to me,” you nod, retreating to your room.

“Good! I’ll-…” he grins, satisfied with ticking you off until your words sink into him, the double-take that he makes giving him an ache on his neck. “What?” Yoongi murmurs, “I didn’t mean it that seriously.”

( ♡ )

In a parallel universe or in a different life, Yoongi actually lives with you. In that reality, you’re still soulmates and the difference is that he loves you back. He doesn’t have the ability to shapeshift and you don’t have to profess your love repeatedly either.

In a parallel universe or a different life, Yoongi’s cooking you dinner. Dinner would be just takeout from a drive-thru that he transfers to plates because the two of you barely ate the bourgeoisie food at your awarding ceremony. You’re still the top developer in your tech company, but the difference is that he’s there and you get to introduce him as your soulmate and not just a friend who coincidentally bears the same initials on your finger.

In a parallel universe or a different life, Yoongi is your soulmate before he is your friend. He doesn’t condense your love for him as a mere obligation. He doesn’t bat an eye at your confessions because in that reality, he’s the one who loves you more than you love him.

You don’t have that life though — what you have at the moment is Yoongi, your soulmate, not being able to see what was wrong signing you up for a dating app. You wouldn’t have known if not for the couple hundred notifications you receive in your personal phone that you left at home.

You wouldn’t be this angry if Yoongi could just accept that he went out of line.

“How many times do I have to say it over and over again?” you yell, hands flailing around helplessly. The smug look on Yoongi’s face remains, strengthened only by his stubbornness. “I love you and it’s just always been you!”

This is not the life you pictured with your soulmate. In your head, you don’t even see a particular space the two of you would live in. The home you see in your dreams is ever-changing, the layout of it never staying the same. The only thing that stays in the life you picture is Yoongi. Your Yoongi.

“Why can’t you put me in your choices atleast? We’re soulmates and you’ve been my only choice but I’m– fuck!” you exclaim, sucking in a sharp breath when you feel a momentary stab at your chest. “You don’t even consider me to be a potential girlfriend even if my initials are on your finger!”

In another world, Yoongi doesn’t look at you with a clenched jaw when you speak your mind. The two of you have grown sick at this conversation but the difference in your world now is that you’re beyond angry at him, the frustration unmistakeable when you look at him.

“Why can’t it be me, Yoongi?” you seethe, fists clenched tightly that your knuckles turn white. “For fuck’s sake, when can it be me? When can it be my turn? When do you pick me?”

Yoongi didn’t mean for you to be heated with him. It was a practical joke, only following through with the half-hearted advice he gave you when he showed up at your apartment as Dusik. 

He just wanted to prove a point that you don’t want to give up on him as much as he doesn’t want you to stop trying for him. It’s selfish, he’s selfish. And if only Yoongi could focus on how conceited he is rather than the anguish he feels about you being angry and upset at him, he would wipe off the arrogance from his face.

“I hate your job so, so fucking much. It looks pathetic to me even if I know you must enjoy it a lot,” you burst, saying your truth that you’ve tried to minimize in order to make way for his self-esteem. “Your business is to be these random people’s dream guy but you’re mine. You’re my dreamboat, my ideal guy, my person! I’m your soulmate but I feel like shit. Just utter, hopeless shit that you visit almost everyday because you don’t want to be alone!”

He can’t put it into words but in the simplest way he could put it, being alone feels like a punishment more than it is a solace. Yoongi lives alone and he can handle it, but him tolerating it doesn’t mean that he loves it. 

It’s always been you and him, one way or another. In the trench of your love, waiting for Yoongi to come around is worth it. In the shore of your doubts however, the novelty of having Yoongi is starting to wear off.

You make up your mind then and there, the ascent from your trench to your shore increasingly coming fast by the day.

“Leave. You’re not staying the night here.”

Yoongi breaks by then, a dry sob leaving his throat while he tries to plead with the resoluteness in your tone.

“What kind of-“

“What kind of soulmate throws out their other half in the middle of the night?” you interrupt, knowing that Yoongi only mentions your status when he’s desperate. “The kind that doesn’t want to be soulmates anymore.”

You sound the most casual you’ve ever been and Yoongi’s annoyed at you for it, his eyes narrowed into slits. He’ll oblige for the night, on his way to the door when he looks at you.

“With all due respect, Y/N, screw you. You don’t mean that,” he mutters, chest heaving up and down. He’s convincing you as much as he’s convincing himself. “You’re just angry, you’re sad, and you don’t mean that.”

Your back’s turned to him when he leaves, or atleast attempts to do so because he doesn’t want to make his exit when you refuse to even look at him.

“I mean it right now, let’s focus on that,” you chuckle, already turning off the lights in the apartment without sparing a single glance at him. “Go away, Yoongi.”

( ♡ )

Unsurprisingly, you find Yoongi at your house the next day when you come home from work.

He probably has your key fob microchipped on him nowadays, your huge fight from last night not being enough to deter him from coming over. He’s a stubborn and mostly annoying stain you have in your life at the exact second, the two of you unwilling to apologize to each other.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you mutter, rolling your eyes when you set your bag down on the counter. You’re on a time crunch, the window you have of preparing yourself to look divine already closing down steadily.

“The fuck are you doing home?” Yoongi retorts just for the sake of it and simply because he wants to keep the conversation (if it was even called that) going, trying to ignore the fact that he totally bombed his comeback and makes up for it by staring at your leftover dumplings on his plate.

You’re busy fending for yourself, your eyes too preoccupied in rolling to the back of your head that you fail to notice Yoongi’s puffy with all the crying he did last night. You ignore him and go straight to your bedroom, not having enough time to multitask showering and fighting with him.

You’ve already went through your entire routine and dressed yourself up, the frustration in you only skyrocketing up when Yoongi’s still there in your kitchen.

“Either get out or move out of my way,” you say as you retrieve yourself a snack from your cupboards to munch on while you multitask, intentionally bumping your shoulder with him in the process. “I’m going out on a date.”

Yoongi heavily sighs, his fork clattering on the plate loudly. He tries to keep his emotions at bay because this is all his fault, the fight in his body tensing his shoulders.

“You’re lashing out.”

“I’m not lashing out,” you argue, looking at the clock to see if you could still fit in fighting with Yoongi between spraying your perfume and meeting your date by the front door. “Lashing out would be me bringing my date home and fucking him loudly in my room.”

He stabs the dumplings a little too harshly and a little too unnecessarily, fitting two in his mouth while clenching his fists because he knows a nasty remark is just bubbling to be said.

Yoongi’s being childish and your patience has already run thin to deal with him especially when you’re mad, the huff that leaves you sounding extremely personal.

“What are you even doing here? Go back to your house.”

“My appointment’s just at the next block. Your place is closer.”

“You could’ve just driven there directly instead of camping out here.”

Yoongi sarcastically smiles, his eyes in crescents as he makes a show of tilting his head. “Can I notspend time anymore with my best friend? My soulmate, even?”

“Stop saying the s-word,” you grit. “Don’t say that when I bring Jimin home.”

The resounding tension that envelopes the two of you finally snaps, manifesting into a scoff from Yoongi so offended and loud that it resonated in your apartment like a clap of thunder. 

“Jimin from high school? You’re exes for a reason, remember?” he exclaims, eyes blinking in disbelief because he figures he must’ve heard you wrong. “He broke up with you when he went abroad for college because he can’t do long-distance. What makes you think he’ll give you the time of day this time?”

None of his words register in your head, blissfully letting them fly over. Jimin only invited you to catch up and you obliged; it’s not like you didn’t have years of love amongst yourselves to shroud yourself in anonymisity. Plus, it’s not like he asked you to try again with him — it’s dinner. Just dinner.

“He’s already outside. Also, it’s clearly a short distance this time.”

“Don’t be smart with me,” Yoongi scoffs, standing up abruptly with his arms across his chest. “I’m gonna barricade the door if you come home with him.”

“Good. I can come home with him to his place.”

“I’ll barricade his door,” he retorts without even thinking, his brows knotted in exasperation.

“Go fuck yourself,” you narrow your eyes at him, letting your glare at him linger until you get to the front door. “While I fuck Jimin.”

“You’re so-“

Yoongi points an accusing finger at you, unable to finish his sentence now that you’ve left. You’re stubborn.

If he’s being honest, the thought of you merely giving Jimin the time of day makes him uneasy. It puts a void on his stomach and an even larger cavity in his chest.

And if Yoongi’s being more honest, he doesn’t even have an appointment nearby. He just wanted to be with you whichever way he can.

( ♡ )

Yoongi used to hate crossfit.

He hated even the concept of it because the trainers for it at the gym have a superiority complex when talking about it as if it was revolutionary; as if launching yourself a feet into the air while doing push-ups from point to point was groundbreaking.

Even his friend, Jungkook, knowsjust how much he hates it. He didn’t particularly have a preference when it comes to working out, but Yoongi’s random and unprovoked hate for random things is starting to rub off on him. They both hate crossfit… right?

Jungkook doesn’t know how to react when he sees Yoongi doing pull-ups with one hand diagonally while a kettlebell’s on the other. He doesn’t know what to feel seeing him agitatedly do push-ups while wearing a weighted vest and with his feet up on a medicine ball. 

Jungkook, for a fact, does not know what his cue should be when he sees Yoongi running 24kph on a treadmill with his eyes fixated on the phone in his hand, although he’s about 99% sure that this is not exactly crossfit.

He’s known him for years now and there’s barely anything between them that they don’t know about each other. Jungkook, however, doesn’t know the threshold of Yoongi’s emotional constipation, slightly concerned when he sees his friend’s mind drift elsewhere.

“Yoongi, are we okay there buddy?”

“Huh?” he squints, looking up from his dessert which he’s just been staring at the past two minutes.

Jungkook clears his throat, vaguely mentioning to the poor utensil in his hand. “You’re bending the fork.”

“It was already bent when you handed it to me,” he weakly counters, setting the metal down without much concern.

“I uhm, I really don’t think so.”

Yoongi only supplies with him a scowl and normally, being the filial and nosey friend that he is, it was cue for him to inquire what was going on. Jungkook likes including himself and it’s one of the numerous things he has in common with Yoongi, but it was clear as day just how differently it manifests for each of them.

Yoongi’s only been staring at the mocha crepe cake because he knows he would be incessantly interrupted by Jungkook once he started eating it, but come to to think of it, the younger hasn’t asked him even once.

He narrows his eyes at him, crossing his arms with a sly look to his face.

“What are you waiting for? I know you’re dying to ask me.”

Jungkook scoffs, rolling his eyes so passionately that Yoongi saw you in him for a second. “No, you’re dying to be asked. It’s always like this! You want to get something out of your chest but you always need me to ask first and then you pretend like you don’t like it.”

His face is far too straight and he got to the point really quickly with his delivery, his posture standing straight at the unimpressed look Yoongi gives him.

“Sorry. Your emotional constipation’s rubbing off of on me,” he hums sickeningly, batting his eyes. “Yes, Yoongi? What seems to be on your mind?”

Not even a second goes by before Yoongi breaks, his shoulders falling in recollection. “It’s Y/N. You already know my deal with her.”

“Of course I do. Aren’t we basically the same?” Jungkook tilts his head in thought. “Longtime best friends with our soulmates but the only difference is that the two of you knew at the beginning?” he continues, mixing his drink with his straw just to cushion the impending blow this conversation might inflict on him. “And uhm, that you spend every waking moment refusing her but magically, your friendship isn’t ruined over it?”

“You go on and on like an audiobook.”

He’s not the least bit offended because he does have the voice for it, but it wasn’t so audiobook-ish of him when his hands flail and his voice pitches in remembrance. “Oh also, you’re a shapeshifter! Poor Y/N has to watch you date all these people except her.”

“Which side are you on?” Yoongi looks down on his feet, the sigh that leaves him slowly weighing as much as the conflict in his mind. “There’s one more difference, by the way. I think she’s making me jealous.”

Now, Jungkook doesn’t flatter Yoongi all too much because his ego outnumbers his and that’s coming from him! But this is the one time that Jungkook has to hand it to him, his friend’s delivery and impeccable timing giving him the best chuckle he’s had this week.

“She’s intentionally making you jealous? God, Yoongi. Are we skimming over the fact that maybe she’s just grown sick of you?”

“You don’t get it!” he whines. “She’s entertaining her ex from high school. This stupidly blonde, stupidly genius, stupidly always available guy named Jimin! What a stupid name too. Seriously, he’s so-…”

The café’s well-lit and the acoustics are good too but there’s just this one cloud that forms above Jungkook when Yoongi mentions Jimin’s name, his brows suddenly furrowing in annoyance.

“Jimin?” he clarifies. “Jimin who?”

“This isn’t a knock-knock joke.”

The urge to smack Yoongi would always be larger than Jungkook’s intent to be the bigger person, his curiosity bursting at the seams. “What’s his family name, you idiot?”

“Why does it matter? You don’t know him anyway. It’s Park Jimin,” Yoongi rolls his eyes as he soothes the side of his head, equally as annoyed now. 

The gasp coming from Jungkook alone shushes the entire café, his eyes as expressive as ever and his voice even louder, forcing Yoongi to sink further to his seat until the onlookers take their eyes away from the table.

“You’re joking me!” he booms, running his hands though his hair in a frenzy. “Guy from Busan, stayed until high school, then went to Harvard for college?”

“How do you know him?” Yoongi questions but at this point the how doesn’t matter as much as the why, his friend’s expression enough to keep him at the edge of his seat.

“Because he tried poaching my soulmate too!” Jungkook exclaims, pausing between words because he’s still speechless. “It’s this long story. We’re distant family friends, then I almost lost my bond, then-…”

Yoongi shushes him, putting up a hand for the both of them to stay on track. “Can we get back to me? Can we put a pause on the Jungkook and soulmate show?”

They’re a duo of insufferable people, one more self-absorbed and insufferable than the other. Jungkook sees much of his past self in Yoongi despite the latter being older, the irony of the situation rendering him breathless.

“What do I do about Jimin? Surely, he has a soulmate and it’s definitely not my Y/N,” Yoongi desperately asks for advice even if he thinks it’s beneath him, rubbing his face with his hands.

Jungkook thanks the universe and his soulmate for shaping him to be a better person because he could now hear what he used to sound like back then and by god was he emotionally constipated.

“My Y/N?” he mimics. “Let’s get you back to bed, uncle.”

He makes the internal reminder to get Yoongi away from crossfit because the punch that lands on his thigh is definitely powerful, making him wince loudly that once agains puts the both of them at the center of attention.

“Ow! What?! You can’t just refuse to be a thing with Y/N but then gatekeep her the moment she entertains another guy. That’s not how it works, believe me! I’ve literally been there before.”

Yoongi can hear Jungkook, but he doesn’t exactly understand.

He’s not oblivious to continue refusing the parallels between him and Jungkook but surely, the way it worked out for his friend means that it would for him too, right? 

He’s in denial but he’s not there at the stage yet where he actually acknowledges that he is, stuck in the realm of hope that you’re not sick of him yet.

“Okay what if– what if we try to find out who this Jimin’s soulmate is? Look for them, pluck just one strand of hair, and I shapeshift into them? Then I’ll tell him to back off from other people and only focus on his soulmate!”

Jungkook winces, scratching his head. “That’s wrong. And unethical. You have so many things to unpack, Yoongi.”

“It’s not my fault I can shapeshift!” he exasperatedly sighs, briefly mirroring Jungkook by shifting to him just to prove a point.

“It’s your fault that you’re this constipated to be willing to go to great lengths just to steer Y/N away from Jimin!”

“What do I do then?” Yoongi groans, plunking his head onto the table. He doesn’t even have to raise his head for Jungkook to know that he’s nearing a dead end, his hope about to run out sooner or later. “What did you do?”

“I woke up. Figured I was too self-absorbed back then to realize that it’s always been her for me.”

Jungkook shakes his friend, prompting him to start eating the crepe cake he treated him to but refuse to eat because he’s still wallowing in worry over where he stands with you.

“Wake up, Yoongi,” he sighs, looking down on the markings on his own ring finger that he thanks the heavens for every single day. “The universe works in mysterious ways.”

( ♡ )

Yoongi prides himself for having 20/20 vision.

He’s always boasted about his vision not deceiving him even once, the constant praise whenever he gets his yearly check-ups fully seeping into his head.

He’s neither suffering from a hangover nor vertigo. Yoongi’s mind is in a sound and safe place which is why he doesn’t get how it could be playing jokes on him now, the most crucial of times he’s been going through with you.

Your soulmate mark has completely disappeared.

It simply cannot be true to how his initials disappeared overnight and you just woke up one day to see that they’re gone. Yoongi’s hand is gripping yours tightly as if you’d suddenly disappear too, the glare he has at your ring finger vacant and unnerving at the same time.

“It’s blank. Oh my god, it’s completely blank,” your eyes can’t seem to believe it too, a silent gasp leaving you in shock.

You’ve already said your piece but it’s not what Yoongi’s looking for. You’re not as distraught nor panicked as he is and he knows right there that you’re only fucking with him, making him sigh in exhaustion.

“It’s obvious why you didn’t study liberal arts,” he mutters, rubbing your finger furiously. It makes absolutely no sense when not a single hint of his initials peek through, the worry over his lack of a mark on you growing by the second.

“Huh?” Yoongi says under his breath, his pursuit of trying to get your stint to budge leading him closer to you to the point that your foreheads almost bump when he looks to you. “Okay, what’s the secret? You used pot concealer instead of liquid? You color-corrected? Tons of setting spray?” he tries, licking his lips that turned dry in exasperation. He’s running out of ways you could’ve executed this, mind turning up empty. “You uh, you got it tattooed over with your exact shade match?”

The dread that fills Yoongi is liquid hurt. It builds up from droplets and takes form wherever it flows, turning murky in contained and neglected spaces. He can’t move on from the hurt that’s in his chest when he glances at your empty ring finger and then to his that still has yours; that still links you to him, yet unreciprocated.

“Why is it not budging?” 

“You’re rubbing all the way to my bone,” you chuckle, unable to read the anxiousness behind his tone. He looks disturbed even, lips parted with no explanation coming to mind.

“You’ve got me, Y/N,” he painfully chuckles, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. He bites too hard that he draws blood, eyes flickering ever so often. “Where did you hide the cameras this time?”

“Yoongi, I’m telling you! It’s really blank!” you chuckle but not as easily as the last time, sensing the atmosphere in the room that only favored you but not him. “Quick, walk into the wall. Let’s see if I feel it!”

He doesn’t know how you still have it in you to joke. He doesn’t know how you’re not panicking and as much as he’s figured that this is only one of the rare times where the universe favors you, he didn’t know it would result to this.

“First, I’m not walking into a wall. Second, you stop lying to me.”

“I’m not lying! I’m really serious!” your hands raise in defense, taking a step away from him. The starting notes of your laugh start to build but it never comes out fully because Yoongi interrupts you with a bitter laugh, throwing his head back in frustration.

You’re laughing. You’re unfazed and you’re laughing at Yoongi being at the end of his rope, his worry over losing his soulmate turning unrequited.

“Well then congrats on not having me as a soulmate anymore. I’m so happy for you!”

“What’s with the attitude?” you raise an eyebrow at him, scoffing in retaliation. It had only been lighthearted (for you, atleast) awhile ago and perhaps, maybe even humorous. You didn’t expect that he would receive the news like this at all. “No, congratulations to you, Yoongi, because you’ve been whining for years how you don’t want me and now you finally got it!”

The truth you say has been Yoongi’s for the longest time and the old him would’ve been thrilled because you finally got it. You finally got where he’s coming from and he didn’t need to deal with you pining after him but now that the realization comes here, one that you say to his face — it doesn’t feel good at all.

“Yeah, and I know and regret that now because I didn’t actually think the universe would listen!” his voice raises, pointing at his chest. “Fuck me for not thinking that the universe would stop to listen to my half-hearted wishes, am I right?”

“You’re right. Fuck you, actually!” you agree in spite, practically spitting your next words. “You’re so conceited. Why are you turning on me the moment you get what you thought you wanted?”

Yoongi doesn’t get it too.

He doesn’t get how he lets the flaw of his own insistence slip through his fingers so carelessly. He doesn’t even know what he wanted in the first place and it terrorizes him to know that he might just never know why, the answer for it only seen as a distant memory of you.

He doesn’t get how long he’s retained his insistence of preserving his safety zone by trying to deter you from loving him, when in reality, you’re the epitome of security itself. He didn’t think it through at all.

Yoongi didn’t think when he spent the past few years of his life rejecting your confessions and proposals in every opportunity that he could. Didn’t even leave you hanging from a thread of hope at all that he’d like you back; just a clean, straight refusal.

He didn’t stop to consider that the universe works in mysterious ways, because if he did earlier, he would’ve prayed to make you stay despite not being the type to get on his knees at all.

“Because I didn’t actually think we would stop being soulmates! I didn’t think that there’d be a reality where we aren’t together!” his voice cracks, his hands trembling at his sides. “It’s always been us, Y/N. I’ll always want you around.”

“Do you just want me around or do you want me?” you ask, the silence that follows after it being an accumulation of the ones you’ve had to spent alone when he rejected you. “I can’t be the background noise in your life, Yoongi. Not anymore. Y-yes, I know there are soulmates that are meant to be platonic but I don’t want that,” you stress, the tears springing to your eyes. “I can’t have that.”

It’s an ultimatum you didn’t know you would ever make at all.

“It’s either you have me as your soulmate or you don’t have me at all,” you say in strength, your thumb hovering about the ghost of his initials on your finger. “I can’t stand being your friend anymore.”

“You’d throw that away?” Yoongi croaks, taken aback. “You’d throw that– us away after all this time?”

“I would.”

“Your initials are still on my finger,” he reminds, sniffling as he pushes his hair back. This can’t be. You seriously can’t be posing this ultimatum to him, one that would determine both his present and future.

“Yours aren’t on mine,” you shot back. The lump on your throat is far too large to even swallow, each breath you take making it harder for you. “For the love of god, Yoongi, can you not deflect?” 

Yoongi’s the most panicked that he’s ever been in his life and in your surprising and rarely selfish nature, you don’t even pause.

“This is a big decision, Y/N! Can’t you please just give me some time to think?”

“No. You’ve had enough time to think when you’ve been stringing me around for years.”

The hurt that bubbles up in Yoongi comes like a riptide, unsuspecting yet just as devastating. There’s no pause between his words, much too smooth and articulate for someone who’s as panicked as he is now. They’ve stayed at the tip of his tongue before and lingered in the back of his mind even longer.

“I can’t think because I’m not sure about you, Y/N! I’m not sure if I’ve always kept you around because I want us to be more like soulmates than we are as friends,” he sobs. “I don’t know if I can love you how you love me.”

The liquid hurt in Yoongi’s bones solidifies but yours evaporates. It should hurt for you — you know that it should pain you the most now. You wait and you wait for the hiss before the sting but it doesn’t come. 

The weight lifts off from you instantly and you don’t even know why or how it happens. Whatever it was though, you let it carry your burdens for you. You only painfully nod, leaving Yoongi in your own house.

Yoongi can’t love you the way you love him — it’s the answer you’re looking for now, and it’s the same answer you swallowed down when you first professed your love for him years ago. 

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Jimin didn’t expect you to report back to him this quickly and this late at night to say the very least, his sleepiness being pushed back when you stand at his door.

You slur the words but you’re not even drunk with alcohol. You’ve walked the long way to Jimin in order to take off your mind from your fight with Yoongi but there was just something n your system, one that made you even forget who you were fleeing.

There’s no Yoongi that comes into your mind during your walk, in fact, you were starting to think that the name didn’t even make sense to you because you couldn’t put a face to it. All you knew was where you’re going and who you were going to — only Jimin.

The more you walked and the more you came closer to Jimin, it was only him that filled your mind. In fact, you didn’t even know where you came from at this point, the details a blur in your head except for Jimin who’s standing in front of you.

“It worked. He bought it.”

It’s the last words that Jimin heard from you before you quite literally froze up, eyes closing solemnly despite standing upright until you open them again, the glaze behind it shining brighter the more you looked at him.

“Jimin, my love,” you drawl, squealing in delight as you launch yourself to him in a hug. “What a handsome soulmate I have.”

Jimin flushes at the realization, frozen in his position as he only puts his hand at the small of your back, patting you in comfort.

He needs some pen and paper, his notes, and the brainpower to calculate his next decision.

( ♡ )

Yoongi makes no move to drive himself home.

He doesn’t even have the willpower to leave from where you left him, his knees giving in to situate himself on the couch where he could sink further in his self-loathing. He has half the mind to recognize that you need the space, especially tonight, even if it means leaving the comfort of your own home because he (your demise) was there.

He doesn’t know anything, other than the fact that he’s repulsive and he wants nothing more than to go seek you but he doesn’t know where he should start; if you would even want to see him in the event that he finds you.

He considers calling your phone and at this point, he’d be contented even with the line ringing or you declining. Yoongi stays rooted in your house as a placeholder that he doesn’t even know you would be acclimated to having, stuck in the very space with no purpose at all.

He’s waiting for either you or a miracle and both revolve around him being able to see you for just one more time, then another, then again and again after so. He’s waiting for you and only you, and he didn’t even think you would come through the door in first place — much more with someone else.

The door beeps open and Yoongi launches himself from where he sat, his stance protective the moment his eyes land on you and Jimin.

The guy is just as shocked to see Yoongi of all people, lips parted open in surprise. Jimin’s just about to ask Yoongi what the hell he’s doing here in the first place but he’s cut off when you grumble against his neck, forgetting momentarily that you were clinging to him by the hip the whole time.

“What are you doing with Y/N?” Yoongi questions, taking large steps towards the both of you. There’s practically smoke coming off from the top of his head, his fists clenched at his sides,

“Taking her to her room, obviously,” Jimin scoffs, attempting to dodge past Yoongi with you in tow but to no avail, the latter’s arm outstretched.

“She’s drunk.”

“She’s not,” Jimin insists, punctuating his desperation.

He moves past Yoongi this time but he doesn’t get far at all, his arm being wrung tightly. His hand awaits on your back out of instinct, the whiplash putting the both of them on edge.

“Hey, buddy, Y/N’s drunk.”

Jimin groans, prying Yoongi’s hand off him just as easily as he clamped it. “She’s not drunk! Not in that way, atleast,” he mutters, putting you closer to his chest that sets off Yoongi further. “Just back off.”

“What do you mean not in that way?” Yoongi bursts, his vision darkening. He sets out a hand once again to get you away from Jimin, his hold on you much gentler. “Asshole. I said don’t-…”

“She’s drunk, but not actually drunk!” Jimin caves, pinching his nosebridge but not before swatting away Yoongi’s hand. The latter belatedly realizes that Jimin’s not even holding onto you to keep you steady, it was purely you clinging to him. Jimin can’t put it into proper, technical terms because he’s always known that Yoongi isn’t his equal ever since high school, dumbing it down the best as he could that it physically makes him shudder.

“She’s drunk… in love.”

“What?” Yoongi squints, his face contorted into confusion and disbelief at the same time. “Are you high?”

“I’m not high. I mean it!” he groans, throwing his head back. He looks at you while you slip in and out of consciousness, his thumb underneath your chin to get you to look up. “Y/N’s literally drunk in love.”

You being attached to Jimin doesn’t make sense. What Jimin’s saying now isn’t making sense. You immediately coming to your ex, Jimin, after your fight with him doesn’t make any sense. None of everything that’s happening is making sense and Yoongi’s head is bound to erupt any time, the migraine forming in his temples giving Jimin a smaller window to explain.

“My friends and I made this drug for our company’s upcoming breakthrough and Y/N volunteered to try it out.”

“You drugged her?!” Yoongi yells, eyes wide and furious.

“I think you have selective hearing,” Jimin grits, offended at the insinuation. “It’s this drug that’s supposed to temporarily desensitize you to your soulmate, okay? It worked because clearly your initials are gone from her.”

None of them should be making sense but it does. It scares Yoongi that this whole thing could be condensed down to an explanation because it only makes it much more real; much more vulnerable.

“So I’m still her soulmate?” he asks with a lump on his throat, his rage simmering down back into sadness.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Jimin snorts, running a hand through his hair. “It’d last for a week but we have yet to know all of the possible side effects,” he kisses his teeth, going through his internal checklist. “So far, we found out that although it desensitizes a person towards their soulmate,” he trails, perhaps a little bit amused if he was saying the truth. “They cling to the first person they see.”

How awful, Yoongi thinks.

“Y/N’s drunk in me,” Jimin announces with a grin. “She thinks I’m her soulmate.”

You’re waking up little by little and Jimin figures that your unconsciousness is only temporary and a one-time thing, considering that you’re back to trying to entangle all of your limbs with him in an eager embrace.

“Snap out of it, Y/N,” Yoongi says outloud to you, completely disregarding that Jimin’s still in the room.

He even makes a move to try and pull you away from him but to no avail, his interruption only making you raise an eyebrow at him. You look at Yoongi from afar despite being near and it’s haunting, the tilt in your head giving your sentiments away.

“Who are you?” you question genuinely, brows furrowed slightly. You turn back to the person you know most in this room at the moment, who’s none other than Jimin. “Who’s he, Jimin?”

“You don’t know this guy?” he questions, his mind computing rapidly.

“Not at all,” you confirm, not sparing a single glance back at Yoongi.

There’s a tense silence because all that Yoongi could hear now is the fuzz in his brain and the pulsing of his heart, his chest deflating in anguish.

“You promise me? You don’t know this guy at all?” Jimin confirms to you once more, assessing you deeply.

“I promise. I’d never lie to you,” you say with a frown, both of the guys knowing that from your tone alone, all you’re saying is the truth.

Jimin takes it down quickly, his tone more somber and less hostile than before.

“That’s another side effect then. Not only can it desensitize, but it also makes you forget about your soulmate completely.”

The two of them are talking as if you’re not in the room with them but it doesn’t make a difference otherwise because you’re only focused on Jimin, your eyes all endeared just by the silhouette of him alone.

Yoongi can’t will his mind to focus on just one thing, his frustration coming off as a strangled yelp.

“You’re shitting me! Make an antidote or something!”

“We still have to wait out the whole week.”

“It’s like you’re just asking me to slap you!” he grits, hand outstretched already yet retreating when Jimin mocks him in return, pointing at you whose head is turned from Yoongi. Of course, you think Yoongi’s your soulmate — of course you’d shower him with affection.

“Can you guys be any louder? I wanna sleep. Please take me to bed,” your attention’s only turned to Jimin, the guy nodding earnestly.

He’s about to coax you into your room when a voice cuts into the air, an eager tap being placed on your shoulder.

“I’m Yoongi.”

You look back at the guy who introduced himself, a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes but looks like he’s just begging to be given a sliver of attention.

You don’t mind him though.

“Hi, Yoongi,” you curtly respond, turning your back on him. “Take me to bed, Jimin.”

( ♡ )

Your vocabulary’s not affected by Jimin’s experiment at all, except for the fact that the word you utter most is his name and barely Yoongi’s.

He neither came home nor went to sleep, his mind not being granted even a single second of rest because all he can think about how this is only a mere, flawed glimpse of what you would be like if he wasn’t your soulmate anymore and it’s terrifying. It puts goosebumps onto his skin and instills the fear of fate on him, obvious by the way he’s only been functioning long enough for the past hours for the sake of reliving the same alternate reality again and again.

You come out of your room and there’s still that same dazed look on your face, eyes less crazed but more yearning. Yoongi awaits any reaction from you that would lead him to think everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours is only a figment of his imagination.

It’s early in the morning but the sorrow from the evening already hits you through a frown, your eyes darting everywhere.

“Where’s Jimin?” you ask, shaking your head. “Why am I still here?”

“You live here,” Yoongi answers, keeping his hands to himself. He begrudgingly makes the internal note to relay your momentary forgetting to Jimin later even if talking to him is the last thing he’ll ever want to do.

You gasp then, eagerly nodding your head because that one piece of information definitely traces back to you. “Oh, right,” you nod, your lip curling once again. “Why are you here?”

Yoongi’s not sure how he should answer that.

He’s unsure if he should answer that he’s here and stayed the night because he was worried sick about you after your fight, almost driven to passing out in overwhelm especially when Jimin brought you home.

He doesn’t know if he should say that in your home because it’s only rational since you’re soulmates, and that he dislikes being alone, and that being with you calms him down an infinite amount; if he could just skim over the fact that you barely have any recollection of him and will continue to do so for the next week.

Yoongi can’t determine to whether or not he should tell you that he wants to spend every second with you because should be the precursor for you to believe that you don’t want him anymore, he’s left with a memory of you, no matter how painful.

“Because I live here too,” he says a half-truth, trailing off in remembrance of you nagging him to go back to his house.

“We live together?” you question once again, your face contorted in confusion. “Why?”

You don’t even mean malice with it and Yoongi knows that exactly, the bit of realization even more painful because he knew that you would question him with snark and tears otherwise. In your foggy, Jimin-centric brain, it doesn’t make sense why you and Yoongi practically live together.

Because we’re soulmates, he wants to answer.

It’s the same question he asks himself because he doesn’t know how you let him either — when in reality, he already knows why and it’s because you love him. The even bigger question is if he was even deserving of you.

“Because we wanted to,” Yoongi leaves it at that, clearing his throat as he pushes a plate towards you that he put together on short notice. “Here’s breakfast. This is your favorite.”

You don’t even move to thank him curtly, head tilting in curiosity. You have all the questions yet he doesn’t know if he has all the answers, his heart hurting whichever way he addresses you.

“But why do we want to live with each other?” 

“Because we care for each other.” (Read: because we’re soulmates and because we’ve been friends and soulmates our whole lives and I don’t ever see us parting.)

You nod at Yoongi’s brief answer, stuck in staring off to space for a couple of seconds before you swallow down everything.

“Oh,” you hum somewhat satisfied. “You know where Jimin is?” you open a new line of questioning this time, tone picking up more. “Do we live with him or is it just the two of us?”

Jimin’s testing out his method of withdrawing himself this time, living out the remainder of the week by not making any contact with you and assigning Yoongi to report back to him. He’s not even meant to say everything to you in technical terms, knowing that he has to make up lies the whole week regarding Jimin’s whereabouts.

It’s only and should be a simple, trivial question regarding your living situation but Yoongi can’t help the hiccup that builds in his chest, heart heavy with nothing he can do about.

“Just the two of us,” Yoongi mutters, tracing your initials on his finger discreetly. It was one of the things you did when you felt like confessing to him silently, eyes not even meeting each other’s for you to tell him that you love him. He’s desperate to have you do it to him again — pathetically and helplessly pleading for you to come back to him again. “Always just the two of us.”

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Yoongi finds it admirable that you grow warmer to him by the night, nevermind that you’re not doing it for familiarity but rather to get closer to Jimin through him.

Not once does he leave your side whenever you stroll back out to thr living room, plopping onto the couch to eat dinner made by him to which you aren’t weirded about. You no longer inquired him why he’s here, just accepting his presence because the back of your mind tells you that you’re used to him in the first place.

“I miss Jimin,” he hears you sigh for the umpteenth time, an automatic rigid smile painted on his face. He doesn’t want to hear about him at all actually, however he’d do anything just to get you to keep talking in the event that it’s the last he’ll hear from you.

“You don’t say,” he hums, tuning out his name as he tries to pretend that it’s his instead.

You can’t distinguish the far relaxed nature to Yoongi’s intonations because after all, you barely remember any of him and his quirks for you to compare his attitude to. For all you know, he’s just a calm and calculating person that you know in your life, one whose eyes just can’t stop straying to his hands.

Yoongi doesn’t want to feel like he’s mourning but the feeling in his chest is akin to it anyway, something resembling repentance rising out of it from nowhere when you let your curiosity get the best of you.

You’re unfathomably upset because Jimin’s nowhere to be found. One second you’re sighing and at the other you become molten aluminum at thrashing just to see him.

It’s painful to see you like this and he tries his best to gather you to his arms to calm you down, shushing you to the best of his abilities that annoy you even further.

“I don’t want you! I want Jimin!”

“I’m the only one you have,” he says just as urgently, releasing you from his hold but you melt to him anyway, in a fit of tears with your hands covering your face.

It hurts to see you yearn for another person who isn’t him (read: your soulmate) and it hurts more to even grasp that this could’ve been your vignette the whole time that he’s been working, perhaps even the whole time that you’ve been pining after him.

“But I don’t wanna have you,” you enunciate with a sob that wracks your body yet destroy Yoongi’s core, his intake of breath being shallower the more that you refuse him.

“Can you find him for me please? Did I do anything wrong? Maybe he’ll respond to your texts.”

“You’ve never done anything wrong,” he comes to his sense just to scold you, eyes narrowing of why you could’ve conjured up such a thing.

“But I must’ve done something,” you whine. “Jimin doesn’t love me.”

“It’s impossible not to love you,” Yoongi interjects faster than the impulsive thought had formed in your brain, his eyes stern and promising. “Your soulmate must be the luckiest bastard in the world.”

You hear him once again but you can’t understand him, the words meaning nothing to you because you aren’t even sure of the level of relation you had with him before your memory became hazy.

“But my soulmate doesn’t even love me back!” 

You have him there, ironic that you’re going through the same situation twice. You’ve went through it with Yoongi for years genuinely, while you’ve been going through it with Jimin for five days because of an experiment.

“He loves you,” he says it in confidence and assurance, his hands unknowingly making their way to grip your shoulders for you to look at him when he’s speaking the truth. “He’s a conceited asshole and he’s really flawed, but he’s trying his best to love you more than you deserve,” his voice cracks briefly, clearing his throat. “Must be hard to swallow down the fact that the universe is too generous to him because he has you for a soulmate. He must feel like he’s the scum of the earth because he has the greatest, most lovable person in the world loving him, and he used to take it for granted.”

It’s warm. Too warm, too personal, and too familiar — and in your head, Jimin is the only person in your head who fills all three boxes.

“Jimin feels like that?”

“Hmm,” Yoongi agrees, lying easily. “He also hopes that it’s not too late.”

In a moment’s notice, he furthers the distance between the two of you as if the oddly-spurred passionate conversation the two of you had never happened.

Your memory’s not acting up when you remember that you came out to join Yoongi to talk about Jimin, but now, you wouldn’t believe yourself that it’s actually the reason you came out.

This time it’s you who reaches out for Yoongi, clearing your throat.

“Who’s that?” you point to his ring finger, eyes peeking at the initials. It’s just like yours, the irony of it making you giggle. “That’s not me, isn’t it?” 

“And if it was?” Yoongi asks, eyes still gentle but his voice much too mellow to the point that you’d think he isn’t breathing.

“I wouldn’t believe you,” you answer, carelessly shrugging.

Yoongi purses his lips and he knows he should stop prodding now because the last time he did, it ended with him driving you right into Jimin’s arms to experiment him out of your life. He can’t hold his tongue now, even when he knows he’s bound to suffer from himself anyway.

“Why not?”

“Because if that’s me, then I should be in love with you right now and not Jimin,” you trail, your tone reeking obviousness. It’s clear enough for you, atleast, but Yoongi takes nothing but murkiness from it.

“Hmm,” he hums, pointing to your hand. “Why do you love Jimin if his initials aren’t on your finger then?”

“You got me there,” you snort, the words unwilling to roll off easily from your mouth. In fact, nothing forms in your mind anyway, just a mere vision that you can discern yet not verbalize. “I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I just love him.”

It’s a confession that sets you apart from the soulmate that Yoongi knows, all before you had been desperate enough to desensitize yourself to his very existence.

“You can’t explain love?” he asks gently, eyes lowering down in thought.

“Can anybody?” you counter resignedly, the concept of just settling for the fact that there’s things that are unexplainable being enough for you.

Yoongi feels the most alive that he’s felt since the past day, the smile on his face being so nostalgic and sentimental to you for some reason that it momentarily makes you dizzy.

“My soulmate can. She’d profess her love for me every chance she gets. Would do it in all the ways she could find.”

You can explain love. You’re talkative and you always have the right words to say. You have the stubbornness in you that when put to its fullest power, puts his ego to shame. You have the convincing power of a company in you, one that has nothing to its name and only its very being to prove with.

You can put love into words and it’s daunting how you can condense everything you’ve ever felt for Yoongi into the many confessions you give him. In your loud drunken spiels all the way to your silent telepathic stints — you’re the embodiment of love. You can explain love and it makes sense because you would know your own.

“She sounds like a handful,” you murmur, brows furrowed to how Yoongi describes someone who’s clearly not on the same wavelength as he is with lovesick dedication in his face.

“She’s my handful though.”

“Does she come by here often then?” your brows raise, your headache throbbing the more that Yoongi speaks to you.

“You already know her,” Yoongi smiles tightly, looking right through you. He looks at you like he’s a dog that looks for its owner, ready to be at your beck and call. “I just don’t know if you can’t recognize her.”

“Show me a picture! Maybe it’ll jog my memory,” you offer enthusiastically, already knowing that you’re missing bits here and there but maybe seeing Yoongi’s soulmate would push you to remember faster.

“Maybe another time.”

Yoongi’s turned solemn, breathing shallowly as if he doesn’t want you to have a clue that you’re even seeing him right now.

“It’s just a picture! You looked like you were gonna cry when you were talking about her,” you pout, giving in eventually. “Aw, come on! You’re not sharing her?” 

“No,” he answers almost immediately, masking his certainty with an uneasy chuckle. “I hope not.” 

( ♡ )

You feel fuzzy.

Fuzzy in the sense that you remember clearly the two days you’ve lived but operated with your mind from afar; every interaction and every word crystal clear.

Fuzzy in the sense that it’s overwhelming, the good kind this time, but still overwhelming to the point that you have to take a breather outside of your apartment that feels suffocating to be in.

You’re five days ahead of schedule, the effect of the pill that was supposed to desensitize you to Yoongi and have other as drastic side effects being cut early.

It’s only relief that fills you when you walk out and hear Yoongi’s light snores in your guest bedroom instead of the living room, alleviating your momentary guilt at leaving this time — but only to give yourself the space to think, of course.

It’s only solace that envelopes you when you screw your eyes shut and look to your ring finger while you hold your breath, the consolation of seeing Yoongi’s initials still on there satiating you.

You’re not in your room and not even in the apartment at all. You’re not at the hallway and not even anywhere in your entire apartment complex. You’re not at the convenience store nearby where you typically go on walks just to take your mind off things and buy yourself snacks. He’s already checked and checked — Yoongi can’t find you anywhere.

He fears the worst. The absolute, most heartbreaking worst. He can’t even fathom where he got the strength to dial your number on his phone because he thought he would be faced with nothing, the proof that you’ve cut all ties with him by disconnecting completely.

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him when you answer easily on the second ring, your voice lighthearted.

“You’re wrong,” you hum. “Your apartment’s easy to break into just like mine.”

“Where are you?” Yoongi asks first amongst the other hundred questions he’s been dying to do so, the relief that fills him unable to be topped. You’ve just said your location but he still asks, hesitant that this may just be some cruel joke.

You stay quiet at your side of the line, looking around his place with a fondness you can’t even begin to start tackling.

“I’m at home.”

There’s nothing that comes to your mind besides the fact that it actually looks like your home. It resembles your home when you only had a mattress on the floor and no bedframe when you moved in, when you started sticking up pictures with tape that you didn’t know would ruin the walls, and when you finally found your sense of the style and had the finances and time to do it — it resembles your home all at the same time.

There’s several pictures of you and Yoongi together that line up the walls and the shelves, notes written behind them in your handwriting that you didn’t think he would keep.

Your parcels that he received with your name on it are all gathered near the doorway, the flyers of your favorite restaurants hung up by the fridge. Yoongi’s house looks more like your home and it almost brings you to tears.

He never noticed it, in fact. Hasn’t noticed the way that his definition of his home has shifted to your taste and how his definition of love turned into you. It had been gradually building through the years that Yoongi hasn’t stopped to figure that your home has become his, all to the point that he’s been living in it the whole time.

“I’m waiting,” you mutter as soon as you open the door to Yoongi who had ran all the way here in a frenzy, chest heaving up and down. “I’m waiting for you to make it up to me.”

“I’ll do that and more,” Yoongi nods in earnest and immediately leaps in to kiss you, finally feeling that you’ve given him the opportunity to breathe. 

He kisses you so endearingly that you’re surprised you haven’t done it before with him because the way he does so feels like second nature. He breathes you in until he feels like he can exhale, catching his breath as he settles his head to the crook of your neck.

“I was waiting for that too,” you snort, speaking at the same time as him.

“What I said that night-…”

“I remember,” you interrupt. “You’re not the scum of the earth, Yoongi, and I’m not the greatest person in the world either.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” he rolls his eyes even if he knows a fool would see that you aren’t anything short of great. “I’m sorry for making you wait,” he apologizes, eyes flickering to yours. “But you don’t have to wait around for me anymore, okay?”

It’s a great mound of consolation that he’d be willing to trek over and over again if it means making up for everything he’s done.

“I can’t love you the way that you love me because nobody can compare to you,” he whispers, crossing his heart in promise. “But believe me, please, I’ll make up for all of the lost time and I’ll love you the best that I could.”

It’s a progress, a working one at that, wherein you’d meet Yoongi in the middle of.

“I can’t confess my love for you every two weeks-…”

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes, playfully attempting to break off his hug to which he doesn’t let you.

“Because that’s too spread out. I’ll do it everyday,” Yoongi finishes, the grin on his face pleasantly annoying.

“You’re the worst,” you weakly offer, letting yourself into the moment of vulnerability by abandoning your defenses.

“You’re sounding like me,” he laughs, pressing just one more kiss to your forehead.

You’re the universe’s reward to Yoongi for everything he’s ever done, the resounding desire in his whole being to just be the best he could ever be for you reverberating throughout his home and yours.

“You don’t have to ask me to love you anymore,” he says gently, eyes holding up the entirety of a truth he can���t deny. “I’d give you the sun even if you didn’t ask me to.”

[uni-magi-nation]

Earth Day was April 22nd and for a couple of years, I have been trying to slowly adapt my life to being more environment. And here I will have a post about things you can do to adapt to your routine... Including prices.

Individual items:

Bamboo Toothbrushes $8.09 for 10ct on amazon

Reusable Utensils the one I have is $14.66 on etsy

Reusable Razors the one I have is $32.46 on etsy

Cotton pads on amazon $9.59 + any makeup remover of your choice also on amazon $9.39

Websites:

This may not be for everyone but about two years ago I started using reusable pads/period underwear instead of disposable ones. Some websites I see to have very good quality under garments are:

AWWA -B Corp- My primary choice, with a large variety of period underwear, female-founded, from 3XS-6XL with multiple designs and styles. Personally, I like the softness of them and their boyshorts are absolutely the most comfortable. Their prices are also pretty affordable compared to some of their competitors. $25-30 a pair (dependent on style)

Modibodi -B Corp- Another large variety of period underwear/maternity wear, from 3XS-6XL. I like their varieties of style. They incorporate fun colors and patterns (lace, mesh, etc.) and makes for a nice change in my wardrobe. $25-40 a pair (dependent on style)

House care essentials that I frequently go to:

Blueland -B Corp-Cruelty Free- Large variety between bathroom cleaners, laundry supplies, dish soaps, and personal care. You would buy the bottles once and purchase their refills (a dissolvable tablet) when needed. I got their starter pack + toilet bowl cleaner and it lasts for a while (minus the hand soaps) I would like to try their laundry care and dish soap next.

Grove Collaborative -B Corp- is another brand that I personally haven't gotten anything from, but I have family who have and loves them.

Extra cites:

Petplay -B Corp- Eco-friendly products for our furry friends. Unfortunately, my order did not come in time for me to make the review for it on this post (if I remember, I will make a separate post for it) But I have seen and heard lots of good things for it.

Ecosia -B Corp- Browser that plants trees every 45 searches. I have been using this for well over two years and it is essentially a better moral google (in my opinion) it is easy to install (a browser extension) and it is something that can help the environment that is free!

[dynamicentropy]

I recently lost contact with an online friend who lived in Gaza. I am currently in the process of converting to Judaism as an American.

All of this leaves me with a lot of things to process, especially in regards to my personal relationship to my family history and to my current synagogue.

I send this out because I know there are others who are grieving the same way I am, and because I can't grow an olive tree yet, so.

At least I can do this.

Here's what I wrote about it, in prose.

Biography: Growing Trees in The Cold

I was born a grandchild of Sicily, already adrift in Appalachia.

My hands were stained by olive oil all my life, through recipes, steps, and pain like echoes. 

A parting gift from my grandfather's home.

He ran from one, and fought for the other.

He was looking for peace. 

He stained his hands.

He ran.

He pulled out his roots and dragged them down through our family tree.

It left a hole, smoking, all the way down.

Like the bombs he narrowly missed.

It smells like olives, in a forest of pine.

It tastes like whispered warnings over seasoned vinaigrette, 40 years later. 

It looks like the paintings of orchards I will never see etched into labeled glass bottles, olive trees inscribed in gold leaf.

It sounds like the silence of grief, like the echo of questions a child should not be asking.

It echoes.

As I feel the oil seep into the wooden grain of an antique table,

given to us by the jewish temple that I would eventually pray in,

It echoes.

It echoes.

Again.

Where did this recipe originate?

Add a teaspoon of olive oil.

Again.

Where did our traditions come from?

Rub this into your skin. You're all scraped.

Again.

What did we lose, in the hole dragged behind?

In the branches cut?

This can't be all there is.

…

The house smells like olives.

The foundations creak.

It echoes.

I go outside. 

To garden.

Eyes wide, I climbed the branches of every tree I could find.

I climbed higher and higher,

Always told to run from the hole of my roots,

So afraid of falling beneath the canopy,

Until the branches would break

Under the weight

Of me.

I grew familiar with clutching at pine needles in the frigid air, a cross tied to my neck. 

I could never tell what stung the most.

But secret, creeping, quiet, the olive oil would ease the scrapes, the aches. 

The smell would quiet me in a way the nights never could.

As I grew, I ripped away the cross and searched my soul, pulling out splinters.

I searched my garden, as my grandfather had, digging through weeds.

I looked at the hole that was left there.

A crater.

At the edge of everything I've ever been.

I don't know what I was looking for.

I asked my teacher as a child, 

"What type of wood was the cross made from?" 

She was silent, for a second.

It echoed, in the stares of students.

Then looking at me, annoyed,

"The type isn't the point of the lesson. However, 

Pine, most likely."

I learned young that trees could hurt.

The splinters dug in.

The branches cracked.

And I ached.

We don't grow olive trees here. It's too cold. 

I tore out the topsoil in search of my roots. 

The hole had to have something left.

Anything.

The grass flew like needles, 

Splintering like dry brush into a fire,

but I couldn't see anything left for me. 

So, I tried to plant something new. Something that would bring me joy.

I wandered the forest and let myself gather seeds.

Step by step. Take it slow. 

Don't lay your roots until you're at home.

A willow tree would grow here.

So that's where I began.

I dreamt beneath its leaves and met you along the way. 

I planted the willow tree, but I yearned for  more, a taste of the garden I had dreamed of.

So, I made room for the myrtle tree, just as you suggested. 

I planted the myrtle tree, and... It felt like a comfort. A place to truly rest in the shade. 

However, I couldn't stay there forever.

So, I planted the palm tree, and felt myself pulled towards something that felt like home.

Then, I took the last step and planted the etrog. I made the space and went slow, careful to keep the balance until everything fit right.

A full garden! I felt so excited, 

and it felt so right.

I wouldn't be searching,

And climbing, 

And breaking branches.

The empty space would finally be filled.

I felt like I had finally connected, 

Like I could lie in the soil and finally breathe.

It smells of olives and citron.

Oleander dances around my feet.

Like a warning.

The roots start to tangle.

I stumble.

You were so excited for me. 

You were so proud of the garden under my care.

We played music to celebrate.

We talked about the possible and impossible, and all those futures we desperately were going to hope and work for together.

It echoed in my dreams.

I feel like I'm spinning.

My rabbi thought it was too cold to plant etrogs in America! He said they

Only

   Grew

     In

       Israel.

My voice.

Echoed.

As I told him he was wrong.

As I asked why he thought that when California, Georgia, Texas-

The temple grew quiet.

With the echo of the student asking the teacher about-

The wrong question.

Asking about a cross made of pine,

A child asking their mother about where grandpa's home is if it isn't here-

A teenager asking his aunt about his family tree-

A son asking his father why he gets nightmares about the military-

Asking why my rabbi, this trusted teacher, thinks your people deserve this.

Asking the right question.

The response

Leaves

Me 

Falling.

With nothing left to catch me.

I burned the olive oil into the pan the last time I made this recipe.

Isn't that funny?

It was my fault. 

I wasn't paying attention.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do now.

Beyond the calls that go unanswered.

The links that no one opens.

The videos I force myself to watch.

The reading.

Searching for any sign of you.

It's not enough.

I would rip every vein from me 

Like roots from the ground if it could-

Something cracks.

The beat on the song you were playing echoes, but it makes me feel sick now.

I breathe in the willow, the myrtle, the palm, and. 

It really does help.

For a moment.

"The feeling of weightlessness in free fall is just contact forces pulling us away from gravity.

Then eventually, gravity wins,

And it hits you all at once."

But not enough.

Not for you-

All of them-

My people-

My family-

I feel like I can't do anything to stop this-

My hands feel sore.

The bottle breaks.

I fall through the canopy.

Nothing eases the landing 

once you see it coming.

Your grandfather had olive trees, too. 

I never knew what happened to ours. 

I'm sorry for what happened to yours. 

Etrog roots jammed into rows on your family plot.

Even those roots will run dry as the water runs out.

Olive oil spills from your bleeding hands.

There are no hospitals left to aid you.

I watch from thousands of miles away, hoping to see words on a screen instead.

The shattered glass of a green bottle cuts into my hand, gently bandaged and cleaned.

I sweep away the debris.

The part of me that wishes I left the glass on the ground for everyone to see is mostly put to rest.

Where are you?

Do you still hold the lulav as they chase you down?

Are your candles lost in the rubble?

Where are you?

Do you feel the citron sting on your skin?

Do they cut you down like the olive branches?

Where are you?

Are your feet sore from running?

Who are you running from today?

Are you still able to run?

…

What a jewish thing to ask.

Where are you?

I can't stop thinking about olive trees.

I never learned how to grow them.

You told me to plant one for the both of us once I went to college. 

In a big fancy greenhouse.

I'm not even in college yet. 

How will you get the pictures if you're not there to tell me how bad it all looks?

How can I do this without you?

Where are you?

I keep dreaming of olive trees.

And etrogs, crowding the land.

And of scorched olive branches from the river to the sea.

And you say to me.

Oseh shalom bimromav 

Hu ya’aseh shalom aleinu...

I respond.

V'al kol Palestine.

And you say, tiredly, like you always do,

V'al kol yosh’vei tevel.

I wake up in a cold sweat.

I stain my hands with olive oil to heal the cracks. 

Like my mother, grandfather, uncles, aunts, and cousins.

Like you do.

Hopefully, you... still do.

It echoes, my movement.

like my grandfather's voice.

It echoes, 

like the prayers of the temple,

a calling to peace.

It echoes,

like you playing a new song for me.

Like footsteps.

Like running.

Like the tearing of roots.

Like the breaking of branches.

Like the rustling of pine.

Like the cracking of glass.

It echoed like bombs.

Where are you?

[cleekleequlee]

Watching me doing field recording

(This "autoethnographic" fieldnote alone takes 2 hours to complete... I spare myself from grammar editing and hope you could spare me of any mistakes too)

The recorder distributed by AK the instructor of the field-recording workshop was the same model as I bought about two months ago from the local music instrument shop, a very light-weight, handheld equipment costing a few hundred Hong Kong dollars. AK supplemented the rest of the set: a white wired 3.5mm in-ear earphone, a wind shield, and two alkaline batteries. This is my first time doing recording with a plug-in earphone on the recorder. With the inbuilt pre-amp that amplifies the sound from surrounding to your liking, my sense of listening was suddenly enhanced. In the room while AK was talking I started to test around, positioning the recorder down the table (as if I was eavesdropping). AK’s talking sound turned muffy-stuffy under the table. Patrick who sits next to me friendly knocked the table, it makes a hollow and nice sound in the earphone.

We were then sent out for 40 minutes with the new device to play around and get familiar with it. Changing lift on the 11th floor there is sharp and adhesive sound of peeling duct tape from the roll. It stands out in the very quiet, almost deadly dormant background. Associating with the female figure I saw, “it might be the helpers packing their belongings to be sent back to Philipines”, I think to myself. These aged industrial buildings can feel spooky without the busy cranky sound people makes. The aisles were very wide for trolleys to pass. But the walls in this one were painted bright colors - red on the ground floor and bright yellow on the 11th - with oversized sans serif characters indicating room numbers. Is it comic sans?

I turned on the "fluffy head" (the windshield on recorder looks cutely crazy) while taking the lift down the massive and old industrial building. Right away a rhythmic sound in the lift caught my attention. “If this is in the mystery sound no one would recognize it”, I thought. In this blank, empty in-between time, waiting to be transferred from one space to another, there was something working in the background, enabling the movement of the lift. My movement is not taken for granted, it is worked out by certain mechanisms, and such mechanisms leave a sonic trace. There was also the sound of different parts of a metal chain touching each other behind the steel sheet that boxes us in the lift. The fan made a low-pitched monotonous vibrating sound. Moving the fluffy head closer I hear it closer to me.

Down at the street level the nuances suddenly disappeared. The sound of the cars and buses suddenly swirled and overwhelmed everything else. My head didn’t spin. It numbed and suffocated. Sound Degradation like what Bernie Krause said, is this mesh of undistinguishable business. From afar in the country parks it turns to a low, roaming background noise, not unlike the electric white noise that persists every clip of recording. Isn’t it like the evasive plants that just expand at all cost, covering and killing everything under it? Our brain filters it out for our survival and it was quite successful. But how about the birds, the anthropomorphised, exhausted asian koel making a hoarse sound in late spring still desperately searching for a mate?

I looked at the map and decided to make my way to the ferry. At least there would be less traffic, maybe some trees and birds, ferry infrastructure will also be interesting (I’m interested in water related structures anyway). Crossing the road I heard the iconic sound of Hong Kong traffic lights. Exotic and exciting it may sound for tourists and new comers, I was however slightly annoyed by it - such an overly-dominant attention attractor! Passing by the green@community temporary recycle station, I wondered whether sound made by the act of dumping waste would be interesting. Then I heard birds remotely but surely. The high-pitch pierced through the background noise and made a pure, rounded and oppulent debut. If my attention was a clock, that chirping sound suddenly took the area between the hour and minute hands of 11:05. It was uplifting, undisturbed by the gloomy ground beneath it. With the sound in my earphone on, I kept walking, trying to get closer to the bird. But the sound in two earplugs can hardly be distinguished. I found it was easier to find the source direction with the earplugs off, using my carnal ears instead. Is this because of the background noise? Or there is something that is yet to be captured by the technology?

Tracing the birds I found myself standing next to a cotton tree (Bombax ceiba). In a rare 30C degree sunny day in late March, the bright red flowers contrast its bleaching white bark and the blue sky. Cotton trees flowers before leaves sprout, therefore this single tree looked less dense than the rest (mostly different kinds of banyan trees) and created a hole where what happens on the branches were more exposed. I clicked “record”, decided to waiting for the chirping to maybe appear, disappear, and change in volume. AK suggested us to make longer recordings. The minimum requirement for soundmap uploading is one minute, and he himself often makes recording 45 min or longer. That means staying in one place for as long as the recording goes and possibly doing nothing other than paying attention.

The chirping is distinct, sometimes chimed in by some lower “goo goo” sound. Then I spotted spotted doves (Streptopelia chinensis) on the taller branches. The minimum Flowers plump to the ground intermittently, making a heavy thud (do I hear the thud, or do I know because I’ve hold the heavy flower in my hand?). Other times dried flower or leave drop too, but I cannot hear a sound.

Through the leafless branches and flowers I saw a bird perching on a branch. The colour was unclear, but its crest instantly revealed its identity of a red-whiskered bul-bul (Pycnonotus jocosus). “Of course”, I thought to myself and suddenly the oppulent and delight chirping sound makes sense. This little thing was not making an mating effort, I think. It had something in its mouth, maybe food, maybe a small fibre for making nests, maybe something else but beyond what human being could understand about bird’s life. It was taking its time under the sunshine, twisting its head in small angles, as paying attention to something. Maybe it was also listening, paying attention. Is it still interested in those sounds - cars and busses and airplanes and dialogues - which are not part of their language systems? Can its brain also screen off the grumbling roaming noises that is below their feet? Maybe the ground under ourselves also makes a background noise, but we will only be able to distinguish it in the playback once we are shipped to another space with a different noise.

The recording was still going. I have the image of a casette tape recorder, when the rolling of the two white circles are visible when recording is going, rolling the thin roll of tape inside of the machine. Me looking at the bird, for a while. This attention forms a relationality, all rolled and compressed in the tape. Conserved and archived as a memory. Life is the finite resource of time, and paying attention to this bul-bul was committing one minute and ten seconds of my time, because this act of recording takes time and constant attention. And the bird, as well as myself who was watching/recording the bird, will be brought back to a renewed life in playbacks, creating new ripples. You never know what will happen when you press “record”, and when the sound is played back, everything already happened. I am fascinated by this playful misplace and the mystery of destiny.

(sorry, the bird is not in the picture)

(sorry, this post is not accompanied with a recording, as the recorder was collected by the organizer by the end of the workshop)

[bulldogcannabispalmsprings]

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The beauty of this tincture lies not only in its efficacy but also its simplicity. With the core ingredients being just MCT Oil and cannabis oil, you’re signing up for an unadulterated, potent relief solution that may show effects within 15 minutes.

Healthy With Plenty of Benefits

Papa & Barkley’s tinctures are 100% vegan, rapidly metabolizing and offer adjustable dosages for a personalized experience. The wholesome extraction method used by the company ensures you get the full benefits of the plant’s cannabinoids, terpenes, and phytonutrients.

We understand that all of our cannabis uses have different needs, different requirements, and so forth. Always, we do everything in our power to be able to assist as many as possible. So, on the subject of this tincture, it’s worth noting that every bottle contains tree nut (coconut), but you will not find traces of soy, peanuts, wheat, gluten, dairy, preservatives, artificial colors, flavors, or sweeteners.

The tincture is easy to use, starting with a 1.0ml dose under the tongue for about 20 seconds before swallowing. Releaf Tinctures are one of the quickest ways to get cannabinoids into your system when used sublingually. For optimal results and rapid absorption, you can hold the tincture oil under your tongue for 30-40 seconds. To ensure the product retains its potency, store in a cool location and away from direct sunlight.

What Makes This Tincture Different

What sets Papa & Barkley’s tincture apart is their clean, potent process. Unlike other producers relying on harsh chemical extractions using CO2 and butane, they opt for a full plant infusion method. This leaves you with beneficial cannabinoids, terpenes, plant fats, chlorophyll, and phytonutrients.

The result is a rich, earthy green oil that is free from 66 pesticides, 5 microbials, and 10 residual solvents. With every product tested and certified by state and national standards, you’re assured of its quality. Moreover, we only offer products after we’ve tried themselves. So, our staff can attest to this product’s quality.

Think of this process as freshly squeezed orange juice – it’s cleaner, fully packed with plant nutrients, and more effective. This clean, green approach starts with the cannabis flower, applying low heat and pressure, to yield a full-spectrum oil that delivers maximum benefits.

More Than Just a “Cannabis Store Near Me”

At Bulldog Cannabis, it’s not just about providing you with cannabis solutions; it’s about giving you the highest quality, most beneficial products. That’s just one of the reasons why we offer Papa & Barkley’s products, created using solventless, chemical-free processes. The resulting Whole Plant Full SpectrumTM products honor the integrity of the plant and offer a clean, potent cannabis experience that can bring about life-changing solutions.

Join us in celebrating this uniquely powerful tincture, not because we created it, but because we believe in its potential to help you live better. Here, every product is a promise of purity, potency, and wellness.

That said, you may find that, as many have, the best “cannabis near you” is as far away as our dispensary. Which, of course, if you’re in the Palm Springs/Palm Desert area isn’t all that far at all.

To see what we offer and how we can help, we invite you to check out our site or stop on by.

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11 Best Places to visit in New Delhi in 2023

New Delhi is a chaotic city, on the move, overrun with people. It is a mandatory stopover in India and you can make the most of it for 3 or 4 days. In this list you will find my recommended places, some free and others where you have to pay, but it all depends on your travel budget and it is up to you, because surely there are more temples, hidden markets and interesting things to enjoy.

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10 must-see places to visit in New Delhi 1.Red Fort

10 Must-See Attractions in New Delhi - Worldpackers When you exit Chandni Chowk Street in Old Delhi, you can see the Red Fort or Red Fort. A UNESCO World Heritage listed tourist attraction that attracts not only thousands of foreigners every year but also locals from other parts of India.

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Access to the fort is on the left where you need to buy the entry ticket, go through some registers and be manually searched by the police. You can immediately find small shops or markets with souvenirs and typical products, but I recommend seeing them at the exit so as not to waste time during the visit.

Inside the fortress there are pavilions, carved doors, small white marble mosques, but beyond the ancient buildings and constructions you will see spectacular scenes of workers planting flowers, doves flying across the sky, families dividing, and even Squirrels coming down trees.

Recommended visit time: 1 hour. Hours of Operation: 9:30am to 4:30pm (closed on Mondays). Price Foreigners: ₹600 rupees - 8 dollars / Locals: ₹40 rupees - 0.5 dollars.

Akshardham Temple

10 Must-See Attractions in New Delhi - Worldpackers Reviews of tourists, adventurers and experts from all over the world agree that Akshardham Temple is the most spectacular place in New Delhi.

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Entry is completely free for any local or foreigner, but the use of cameras and mobile phones is prohibited inside the facilities. They only allow entry with money, passport or personal documents, water and, in special cases, medication or diaper bags.

But calm down! There is a free luggage store where you just need to fill out a small form and they will give you a file with a number so you can collect whatever you have delivered on departure. Then they go through a security filter and finally enter the place.

Inside, they offer guided tours, a fountain and water show, professional photography service, a food court, and souvenirs to take home.

Recommended visit time: 2 hours. Hours of Operation: 9:30am to 6:30pm (closed on Mondays). For free.

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John Hejduk. Sketches for characters from the Lancaster/Hanover Masque, 1980–1982. CCA Collection.

OBJECT

SUBJECT

6:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.

1 The caboose is hooked up to the freight train

6:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.

The Summer Visitor holds up her mirror

2 The bilges of the barge are opened

The Bargeman pulls in the rope

3 The Hotel awnings are lowered

The Transient sits on the edge of the bed

4 The wind begins to blow on Tower Hill

The Sentinels watch

5 The telescope zooms in on its subject

The Retired General adjusts his field glasses

6 The curtain is raised

The Retired Actor applies the mascara

7 The barometer remains steady at 29.05

The Weatherman begins to perspire

8 The Sexton receives the oil

The Surveyor puts on his tan knickers

9 The Farm Land is covered in snow

The Farmers hum

10 The trees are protected

The Community curses

11 The garden tool sheds are locked

The Gardeners plant

12 The old clothes wagon is pulled out of the barn

The Old Clothes Man searches in his bag

13 The scare-crow’s hat is adjusted

The Keeper of Scare Crows ties the straw

14 A horse fly bites the arse of a cow

The Farm Animals stir

15 A needle is placed into the horse’s neck

The Veterinarian sleepwalks

16 The porch is covered in red dust

The Reddleman dusts off his sleeve

17 The silos are empty

The People sleep

18 The Store House is full

The Preserver checks the lists

19 The burlap bags bulge with seed

The Sower grasps his fallen seed

20 The blade is removed

The Reaper sharpens the blade

21 The steel deflects

The Old Farmer remembers

22 The hedges are cut

The Elders are filled with jealousy

23 The spike is driven

The Players measure the distance

24 The streamers hang

The Children cut their soles

25 The bicycle is repaired

The Travelling Performers stretch the wire

27 The vents are closed

The Workers complain

28 The boiler room is silent

The Dwellers dwell

29 The School House is lonely on Sundays

The Students sing a song

30 The book bleeds in leather bindings

The Librarian mends a binding

31 Sounds emit from double-hung windows

The Cellist fingers

32 Damaged vegetables are placed in wood crates

The Merchant scratches

A32 Sweet when chilled in ice

The Butterwoman churns the butter

33 The “A” Frame is waxed

The Carpenter builds a frame

34 A thousand-legger crawls over the bricks

The Mason looks for his trowel

35 Suction-rubbers separate the glass

The Glazier cracks the glass

36 Lies are sealed

The Fabricator fabricates

37 Joints are soldered

The Repairman solders the joints

38 Needles are placed in leather

The Chiropractor/Acupuncturist yawns

39 Fat boils in the vat

The Butcher plucks a chicken

40 Ovens fired

The Baker kneads

41 Butterflies exhibited

The Citizens vote

42 Ticket-tape shut

The Toll-Taker smokes a cigarette

43 Blood bank full

The Physician injects

44 Quiet

The Undertaker contracts

45 Flood lights lit

All

46 Suspended

The Convert thinks of the other side

47 Filled with wood stools

The Transfers wait

48 Nordic porcelain

The Master Builder washes his teeth

49 Pipes flushed

The Druggist hides the evidence

50 Maintained by vacuum cleaners

The Bank-Key Man grinds a key

51 Interiors painted green

The Proprietor sucks an egg

52 In constant motion

The Farm Manager broods

53 Guaranteed licence

The Observers make a sign

54 Bull’s eye replaced every fortnight

The Inspector replaces his revolver

55 Zoological implications

The Trapper springs the trap

56 Taped arguments

The Lawyer writes the brief

57 1 to 10

The Accountant snaps his pencil

58 Hollow guilt

The Useless peer into the rooms

59 Ordered interned

The Suicide makes a mistake

60 Greek origin

The Collector wipes the frame

61 Wood

The Accused capitulates

62 Steel

The Judge reads the sentence

63 Concrete

The Priest confesses

64 Stone

The Dead

65 Funnels constructed by Trombone-Maker

The Widow wails

66 Function depends on air

The Balloonist lights the flame-thrower

67 Dust

The Void remains silent

68 Time/Still-Life/Nature morte

The Keeper of the Time fears a delay

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5 Things To Look For When Buying A 4 BHK apartment for sale in Ravet, Pune

If you are buying a 4 BHK home in Ravet, you need to check out the following points before signing the dotted lines. 

Location: Consider a neighborhood that is peaceful, surrounded by greenery, and has good access to schools, public transportation, and amenities such as shopping centers and parks. If you are looking for a good location for your new home, check out the Urban Skyline Phase 2 Ravet location. The project offers 2-6 BHK luxury homes equipped with state-of-the-art amenities and convenience. If you are searching for a 4 BHK apartment for sale in Ravet, Pune, for your loved ones, explore the Urban Skyline, a landmark project in Ravet. Touted as one of the tallest residential towers in Pune, the project promises a lifestyle never seen before.  

Size and layout: Make sure the home is planned so that it creates space not only to meet your needs but also to create functional space.

Storage - make sure there is enough storage space in your home where you can put your belongings without cluttering them.  

Parking: If you have multiple vehicles, consider parking spaces that allow spaces for your cars. 

Future plans: If you have any future plans, think about them. Whether you are starting a family or you are having elderly parents move in, make sure the home can accommodate those plans.

Urban Space Creators, a reputed name in the real estate sector in PCMC, Pune, launched a premium project named Urban Skyline phase 2 in Ravet, which is close to Mumbai - Pune expressway. The project has 40 floors and is counted as the tallest residential tower in Pune. The project has more than 70 luxury amenities. The project also features eco-friendly amenities to reduce the carbon footprint.

Rainwater Harvesting: To save every drop of rainwater, Urban Skyline Phase 2 added a rainwater harvesting system to utilize rainwater judiciously. Rainwater is collected in the rainwater barrel, which is further integrated with the household plumbing. The stored water is used in watering plants and toilet flush.

Solar Water heater: In the project, each unit is provided with a solar water heater which requires zero maintenance cost. 

Effective solid waste management: Compost machines are installed in Urban Skyline phase 2 to treat the residents' waste internally, thus reducing the dependency on local municipal bodies.

Natural ventilation: Each apartment is well-ventilated, allowing natural light to reach every corner of the house. Apartments are well-ventilated.

Energy-efficient lighting- Common areas in the project are provided with energy-efficient LEDs that reduce electric usage and cost. 

Luxury amenities in Urban Skyline phase 2

Infinity pool: The infinity pool at Urban Skyline phase 2 flows over a spillway creating a visual effect of the pool blending into the surrounding landscape.

Landscaped Garden: The outdoor space of the rooftop is designed and maintained for aesthetic and functional purposes. The landscaped area features a variety of plants, flowers, trees, and hardscaping elements such as walkways, patios, and water features.

Glass-covered Skywalk: A glass-covered skywalk allows the residents to view the impressive city skyline.

Party area: The party area in Urban Skyline phase 2 features grills, pools, fire pits, and covered patios to enhance your special moments to the next level.

Sun deck: Experience the sunrises and sunsets in a space that is the epitome of relaxation and recreation.

Barbeque station: The designated area is designed with a grill, counter space, and storage for grilling tools and supplies to make your moments happening and special.

Apart from rooftop amenities, Urban Skyline phase 2 is equipped with luxury amenities at 150 ft height and at 25 ft height. Top-rated amenities in this project ensure the lifestyle you have dreamed of! Gyms, pet spas, a children's park, walking trails, a jogging track, and a temple make life luxurious. Smart home technology in homes smoothens life. Access card entry for visitors and vehicles makes life safe and secure for loved ones. CCTV surveillance and concierge services give the members a comfortable lifestyle.

Connectivity of Urban Skyline phase 2 

The project is close to Mumbai- Pune expressway which is just 3 minutes away from the project. Also, it is well-connected to Hinjewadi, a 10 minutes drive from the Urban Skyline phase 2. Reputed schools, hospitals, and shopping malls surround the project. Chakan MIDC, Talegaon MIDC, and Pimpri Chinchwad industrial zone are connected to the Urban Skyline phase 2. So, if you are looking for a 4 BHK flat for sale in Ravet, check out Urban Skyline phase 2, a perfect destination for your home dreams. 

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66 Most Useful Websites Everyone Should Know! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDdeeMCMJ1c These are the most useful websites ever presented… Over the years we’ve shown hundreds of websites that we think could be useful to people in their lives. Recently, a viewer of our channel offered an excellent suggestion that we do a video of all those we’ve mentioned in the past that we’d still recommend using today. So, in this video, I’ll show you more than 50 websites in alphabetical order that we think are the most useful. Subscribe! ▶ https://www.youtube.com/techgumbo Share This Video ▶ https://youtu.be/fDdeeMCMJ1c “Useful Websites” Playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLunpbmfrhFAUSPVZqT_-ApAq7x8K_IIBN 0:00 Intro 0:31 Alternatives to Popular Software 0:56 Online Photo Editor 1:35 Security News -Virus Removal Guides 2:01 Social Learning Community for Students 2:39 Listen to Public Safety Scanners 3:27 Amazon Price Tracker 4:07 Game System Requirement Checker 5:25 Free Transparent Images 5:52 Learn to Code 6:11 Improve Coding Skill 7:20 Math Problem Solver 8:11 Graphic Design Site 8:58 Check If Website is Down 9:38 Learn a New Language 10:27 Automatic Meal Planner 10:55 Search Engine That Plants Trees 11:11 Internet Speed Test 11:32 Learn to Code 11:59 Computer Science Portal for Geeks 12:33 Hyperlink Identifier 13:14 Free Collection of Fonts 13:56 Fresh Hacks Every Day 14:24 Security Training 14:58 Date Breach Informer 15:26 Learn Something New Every Day 16:13 Game Lengths 16:50 Learn How Everything Works 17:10 DIY Electronics Repair Guides 17:49 Online PDF Tools 18:27 Do-It-Yourself Projects 18:47 Game Deals Service 19:16 Video Streaming Guide 19:55 Amazon Price Tracker 20:40 Free Online Courses 21:07 Math Solver 21:48 Learn Another Language 22:16 Windows Software Package Manager 23:00 Background Noise Generator 23:42 File Converter 24:31 Free Cultural & Education Media 25:00 Free eBooks 25:15 PC Builder Comparison Site 26:15 PDF Files Search Engine 26:53 Online Image Editor 28:00 Free Stock Photos 28:18 Image Editing Tools 28:41 Makes Websites Print Friendly 29:20 Send Notes That Self-Destruct 29:45 Free Online eBooks 30:09 Road Trip Planner 31:10 Free Programming Language & Community 31:42 Free PDF Conversion Tool 32:51 Airline Seat Maps & Reviews 33:43 Learn the Basics of Programming 34:07 Make Music Online 35:52 Recipe Search Engine 36:27 Temporary Email Address 37:01 Compress Images 37:50 Terms of Service; Didn’t Read 38:51 Improve Your Typing Skills 39:37 Dictionary for Slang Words & Phrases 40:06 Files/Website Security Checker 40:40 Book Recommendation Service 41:06 Gaming Monitor Forum 41:45 Computational Knowledge Search Engine 42:17 Video Sharing Service 42:38 Recap – All Websites Mentioned NOT ENOUGH SPACE IN DESCRIPTION - ALL WEBSITES MENTIONED ARE LISTED IN THE RECAP AT THE END OF THIS VIDEO… In other words, just skip to the end if you don’t need context :) WATCH MORE VIDEOS: o Colorize Black & White Photos Automatically with this Amazing Free Tool! - https://youtu.be/uXlbAPaTtRg o Top 5 Best “No-Code Website Builders - https://youtu.be/yuZbBnpBHBE o Top 10 Best Free Movie Websites to Watch Online - https://youtu.be/wq-Id4snXUc o 10 Free Software You Probably Didn’t Know Existed! - https://youtu.be/guIZLZVqEgQ o How to Repair Windows 10/11 (Without Losing Data) - https://youtu.be/1RwxwNNPt7c Twitter - https://twitter.com/GumboNet Facebook - https://ift.tt/inZvu6x TechGumbo is a leading source for the technology that we use each day. Whether it’s discussing operating system tricks, software for your computer, or letting you know about the most useful websites on the internet, TechGumbo has boundless topics on technology for the astute YouTube viewer.

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66 Most Useful Websites Everyone Should Know! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDdeeMCMJ1c These are the most useful websites ever presented… Over the years we’ve shown hundreds of websites that we think could be useful to people in their lives. Recently, a viewer of our channel offered an excellent suggestion that we do a video of all those we’ve mentioned in the past that we’d still recommend using today. So, in this video, I’ll show you more than 50 websites in alphabetical order that we think are the most useful. Subscribe! ▶ https://www.youtube.com/techgumbo Share This Video ▶ https://youtu.be/fDdeeMCMJ1c “Useful Websites” Playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLunpbmfrhFAUSPVZqT_-ApAq7x8K_IIBN 0:00 Intro 0:31 Alternatives to Popular Software 0:56 Online Photo Editor 1:35 Security News -Virus Removal Guides 2:01 Social Learning Community for Students 2:39 Listen to Public Safety Scanners 3:27 Amazon Price Tracker 4:07 Game System Requirement Checker 5:25 Free Transparent Images 5:52 Learn to Code 6:11 Improve Coding Skill 7:20 Math Problem Solver 8:11 Graphic Design Site 8:58 Check If Website is Down 9:38 Learn a New Language 10:27 Automatic Meal Planner 10:55 Search Engine That Plants Trees 11:11 Internet Speed Test 11:32 Learn to Code 11:59 Computer Science Portal for Geeks 12:33 Hyperlink Identifier 13:14 Free Collection of Fonts 13:56 Fresh Hacks Every Day 14:24 Security Training 14:58 Date Breach Informer 15:26 Learn Something New Every Day 16:13 Game Lengths 16:50 Learn How Everything Works 17:10 DIY Electronics Repair Guides 17:49 Online PDF Tools 18:27 Do-It-Yourself Projects 18:47 Game Deals Service 19:16 Video Streaming Guide 19:55 Amazon Price Tracker 20:40 Free Online Courses 21:07 Math Solver 21:48 Learn Another Language 22:16 Windows Software Package Manager 23:00 Background Noise Generator 23:42 File Converter 24:31 Free Cultural & Education Media 25:00 Free eBooks 25:15 PC Builder Comparison Site 26:15 PDF Files Search Engine 26:53 Online Image Editor 28:00 Free Stock Photos 28:18 Image Editing Tools 28:41 Makes Websites Print Friendly 29:20 Send Notes That Self-Destruct 29:45 Free Online eBooks 30:09 Road Trip Planner 31:10 Free Programming Language & Community 31:42 Free PDF Conversion Tool 32:51 Airline Seat Maps & Reviews 33:43 Learn the Basics of Programming 34:07 Make Music Online 35:52 Recipe Search Engine 36:27 Temporary Email Address 37:01 Compress Images 37:50 Terms of Service; Didn’t Read 38:51 Improve Your Typing Skills 39:37 Dictionary for Slang Words & Phrases 40:06 Files/Website Security Checker 40:40 Book Recommendation Service 41:06 Gaming Monitor Forum 41:45 Computational Knowledge Search Engine 42:17 Video Sharing Service 42:38 Recap – All Websites Mentioned NOT ENOUGH SPACE IN DESCRIPTION - ALL WEBSITES MENTIONED ARE LISTED IN THE RECAP AT THE END OF THIS VIDEO… In other words, just skip to the end if you don’t need context :) WATCH MORE VIDEOS: o Colorize Black & White Photos Automatically with this Amazing Free Tool! - https://youtu.be/uXlbAPaTtRg o Top 5 Best “No-Code Website Builders - https://youtu.be/yuZbBnpBHBE o Top 10 Best Free Movie Websites to Watch Online - https://youtu.be/wq-Id4snXUc o 10 Free Software You Probably Didn’t Know Existed! - https://youtu.be/guIZLZVqEgQ o How to Repair Windows 10/11 (Without Losing Data) - https://youtu.be/1RwxwNNPt7c Twitter - https://twitter.com/GumboNet Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TechGumbo TechGumbo is a leading source for the technology that we use each day. Whether it’s discussing operating system tricks, software for your computer, or letting you know about the most useful websites on the internet, TechGumbo has boundless topics on technology for the astute YouTube viewer.

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How to make cannabis coconut oil

On the off chance that you're searching for a method for encountering the THC and CBD from cannabis without smoking, you can undoubtedly inject it with some coconut oil. Cannabis-implanted oil, otherwise called canna-oil, works perfectly as a skin cream or to remember for any recipe as a veggie lover choice to spread. Coconut oil functions admirably since the cannabis hooks onto the fats and turns out to be more powerful. To make your very own portion, continue to peruse and we'll walk you through all that you want to be aware!

For what reason is coconut oil well known for cannabis mixture?

Cannabis intensifies like cannabinoids are lipid dissolvable, and tie to fats. Coconut oil has a high grouping of unsaturated fats, or immersed fats, which are perfect for cannabinoids to tie to.

Contrasted with olive oil, which generally contains a soaked fat substance of fewer than 20%, or margarine, with around 60% immersed fats, coconut oil normally contains more than 80% immersed fats. This implies coconut oil can hold more cannabinoids during imbuement, making it more intense.

Coconut oil likewise has a higher smoke point, so it tends to be warmed at a higher temperature with to a lesser extent a possibility consuming it.

Weed spread versus coconut oil: Is coconut oil or margarine better for edibles?

Numerous business prepared great edibles utilize either implanted margarine or coconut oil. Which is best involves inclination and dietary necessities. Coconut oil's high fat substance implies it can ingest a higher convergence of cannabinoids. Likewise veggie lover for buyers decide to keep away from creature items or have lactose narrow mindedness.

Margarine, then again, tastes better and feel when consolidated in a prepared decent. It likewise suits those with tree nut sensitivities.

Coconut oil utilizations and medical advantages

Coconut oil has an overflow of healthy unsaturated fats, making it ideal for individuals searching for a better cannabis oil base than spread, canola, or olive oil.

Coconut oil likewise stays strong at room temperature, making it simple to store and furthermore an incredible mode for an effective.

Its strong state makes it simple to work with and portion into gelatin cases to make cannabis pills and portion precisely for oral utilization.

Picking the right coconut oil for your weed implantation

Coconut oils available to be purchased in wellbeing food stores and online can be categorized as one of two general classes: refined and crude (virgin). By ideals of its negligible handling, raw coconut oil keeps up with the new, tropical fragrance and kind of the coconut, as well as the organic product's cell reinforcements. This makes it ideal for use in effective recipes and on the off chance that the flavor isn't an issue.

Refined coconut oil, then again, has frequently experienced freshening up and dying cycles that outcome in a milder flavor and higher smoking point, improving it fit to baking and mixtures.

MCT oil produced using coconut oil contains similar sound fats as standard coconut oil; however the atoms are more modest, and subsequently simpler to process.

These choices will suit every one of the recipes recorded all through this aide, contingent upon your inclinations.

The most effective method to make cannabis-implanted coconut oil

Materials

Baking sheet

Material paper

Stove

Pot, stock pot, twofold kettle, or slow cooker

Network sifter or cheesecloth

Holder for cannabis oil

Cannabis processor (discretionary)

Fixings

1 cup ground cannabis blossom (7-10 grams)

1 cup coconut oil

While making cannabis coconut oil, we prescribe a 1:1 proportion of cannabis to oil. Assuming you need milder impacts, utilize less cannabis.

Bearings

Decarb the cannabis. Decarboxylation enacts cannabis by transforming THCA in the plant into THC, the psychoactive compound that will get you high. Freely separate cannabis and put it on material paper on a baking sheet. Heat it for 30-40 minutes in a stove at 245ºF.

Toil or separate cannabis. A processor will split your weed up into an even consistency, however you can straightforwardly utilize your hands as well. Remember that anything sufficiently little to fit through a sifter will wind up in your completed item, so don't crush your cannabis into a fine powder.

Heat oil and decarbed cannabis. Add oil and decarbed cannabis to twofold evaporator, slow cooker, or pot, and stew on low for 2-3 hours. Ensure the temperature of the oil stays between 160-200ºF.

Strain and store the oil. Put network sifter or cheesecloth over compartment for oil and pour the oil/cannabis combination through it. Try not to press it out — this will add more chlorophyll to your oil and make it taste more vegetal. Dispose of the plant material. The oil will have a timeframe of realistic usability of something like two months and can be stretched out with refrigeration.

The most effective method to utilize cannabis coconut oil

Individuals primarily add cannabis coconut oil to food while preparing to mix dishes with cannabis. We suggest attempting a smidgen at first to decide its intensity prior to adding a ton to a dish.

You can likewise add it to a hot drink, as it will dissolve into its fluid structure, yet it might make a slick mouth feel.

Consumable recipes with coconut oil

Implanted coconut oil makes for an extraordinary swap for weed spread in consumable recipes. As a matter of fact, it can likewise be utilized pair with weed margarine. Here are a portion of our number one recipes that can be made with coconut oil.

The Advantages of Coconut Oil

Regardless, coconut oil is high in immersed fat. 95% of that content is really great for you.

While unsaturated fats offer numerous medical advantages, their omega-3 to omega-6 proportion is sketchy in light of the fact that it can set off irritation when these oils are consumed in huge amounts.

Margarine, thusly, has as of late had its reclamation story, yet certain individuals may not be ethically good with eating creature determined items, so once more — one more point for the coconut oil.

Moreover, the fat in coconut oil is effectively handled by your body; it is promptly transformed into energy, rather than getting put away for later as fat.

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soulmate!yoongi sneak peek :D

yoongi’s lullaby

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 13k

glimpse: there’s two things you can conclude from yoongi’s shapeshifting service: a) it’s great for his wallet, and b) it’s crushing for your heart.

alternatively, yoongi’s your best friend and soulmate, and you have to watch him fall in love over and over again.

[ 40% angst, soulmate au, yoongi is a capitalist (he shapeshifts and goes on fake dates then gets a load of money), fluff + wholesomeness, unrequited love (at first), f2l, self-deprecation, jealousy, YEARNING!!!, Redemption Arc I Promise ]

notes: this is part of the hlwwf universe :) and just like its predecessor, it’s also based on a song!! i haven’t felt this excited to write a fic in a while so i hope u love it as much as i do <3

Yoongi must be the universe’s reward to you for every good deed you’ve ever done.

When Yoongi lets himself to be roped into joining in your newest fixation, it must be your good karma because you sat front-row for each one of your younger siblings’ school events.

When he reminds you to drink your water and not skip your meals, even going so far as to deliver both to you as often as he could, it must be the universe’s payment to you for watering plants and going on that one (1) mandatory tree planting activity.

When he gives you all the credentials to log into his premium streaming platforms even without you asking, it must be fate’s way of thanking you for not making a fuss whenever a barista messes up your order or when a stranger cuts in line.

Yoongi is the good in your life and he has been ever since you were teens, reminding you of what you’ve worked hard for in life because when he wasn’t so busy going through the same hardships you did, he would be at the sidelines waiting for you to finish.

Or he could be someplace else without even sending a lousy text regarding his wellbeing nor his notice that he can’t be at your awarding ceremony tonight because he’s busy doing his job, serving as a reminder that Yoongi must also be the universe’s punishment to you for your missteps and lapses.

When he comes and goes into your apartment freely as treats himself to your newly-bought groceries, it must be retribution because you lost your temper on your college roommate once for eating the leftovers you’ve been craving since the night before.

When he salvages all the spare batteries you have lying around to power up his huge clock back at his apartment, therefore leaving you to eventually spend a rainy night without flashlights because of a power outage, it must be payback for lowering the temperature in your breakroom even with the sign that specifically tells you not to.

Whenever Yoongi mentions his shapeshifting “career” (he argues that it is) to you, a gift he had been born with and one he really maximizes to the fullest potential and profit, you’re reminded how much of it is a curse to you.

Yoongi must be the universe’s greatest reward and punishment for you at the same time because while he’s your soulmate and you spend almost every day with him — you have to see him fall in love with everyone else but you, over and over again.

“You should be splitting rent with me at this point. You’re always here,” you groan as soon as you spot him on your couch, barely escaping the grogginess you’re still in from having a long night. 

His presence isn’t surprising anymore given the time you’ve been with him and how this exact situation has already played out tons of times before (him breaking into your place because he doesn’t want to be alone, you blissfully clueless until you hear raccoon-like searching in your kitchen) — it’s more irking than it is surprising, especially when you wake up at the wrong side of the bed.

“Do you not want me around?” Yoongi laughs heartily, unwilling to wipe his grin off when you don’t react. “That’s what I thought.”

He’s already beaten you to the TV and while he hasn’t had breakfast yet because he thought that the least he could do is wait for you to wake up so you could make it and the two of you can eat together, he’s getting there anyway.

“What type of horrible soulmate kicks out their other half that hasn’t had breakfast yet at 8 in the morning?” he hums, a faux pout on his face that rubs you the wrong way. You’re still pissed at him for not showing up at your awarding ceremony last night for being the top developer in your tech company, his lengthy apologetic text before you went to sleep still not doing its full effects.

“You don’t wanna tread there,” you huff, crossing your arms. “I have a lot on my chest, Yoongi. A lot of hateful, vile, factual comebacks.”

“Exactly!” he exclaims, the smile on his face telling you that he’s taking this lightly; way more lightly than you’d like him to. “We’ve had this conversation a million times before, baby. Sometimes, people just aren’t meant to be,” Yoongi shrugs, his words embedded in you now from repetition alone. “Some soulmates are only platonic.”

“That’s what you want because you’re non-committal,” you hiss, the incoming headache you have for having this conversation too early in the morning making you sit yourself on the couch. Yoongi grins because he knows you won’t kick him out at this point, slinging an arm across your shoulders while you’re still glaring at him. “Your hustle or whatever you call it is falling in love with everyone but me.”

“Uhm, correction — it’s a career,” he tuts. “I have a gift, Y/N. What, I can shapeshift into other people and I’m not supposed to capitalize off of that?”

He had only started offering his services a little more than a year ago, a byproduct of his boredom and his producing internship at the music label falling through. It just came to him in a fever dream and a drunken suggestion from you, and one website domain purchase and a socialite with a lot of connections for a first client later, Yoongi quickly made bank.

SeeAndSaw’s a trial dating service led by Yoongi, one that would answer clients’ curiosities to whether or not they were compatible with a person, and that’s where his shapeshifting came in handy. His services continue to be used for a multitude of reasons, the most common one being to see if the client would match with their soulmates (or just a random person, he’s not particular like that) ahead of their meeting. He’s also become a handy instrument here and there, breaking up with people in his clients’ behalf because they were too guilty to do so, to becoming a stand-in for clients that needed to present someone to their families for occasions.

Yoongi acts far too casual to you and not only is its time’s fault, it’s also yours for keeping him around in any way you can have him, even if it’s just as a friend. 

“I keep professing my love for you every two weeks and I’m doing it now while you’re eating my leftovers. People would kill just to have a soulmate as dedicated as me,” you frown, slowly softening the more that you’re rendered awake. Yoongi’s right, you did have this conversation a million times before and it’s the realization of it all that perhaps, at rare times, makes it hurt less.

“We’ve had this talk before,” he sing-songs, digging into the carbonara you took home that he retrieved not even one minute later since you joined him on the couch.

“For someone who makes bank fake dating people, you sure do leech off of me a lot,” you grumble, effectively quietened when he shoves a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

“That reminds me,” Yoongi grins, building up to a dramatic gasp. “I love-…” 

He trails and trails and if only you didn’t know any better, you would know that Yoongi wouldn’t profess his love for you in your living room while you were still in your pajamas eating cold carbonara. Much less, Yoongi wouldn’t tell you at all that he loves you.

“I love doing that,” he agrees, disappointed for a second when you didn’t even react to him doing a cliffhanger about what or who he loves. “My treat for you this week is to get you a new mattress. You’ll be less grumpy in the mornings.”

“The mattress can stay for a little longer. Can you just get me a new alarm system please?” you say without missing a beat, having already thought long and hard about what make-up gift you wanted him to give you from missing out on your awarding ceremony. 

“Why? Are you okay? Did anybody attempt to break in?” Yoongi asks concerned, brows knotted in worry. He grunts under his breath, shaking his head. “I already told you to move into my apartment complex so many times. It’s much safer there.”

That’s also a conversation you’ve had a million times before, all circling back to your attachment to the first place that you bought with your own money. It’s not bad per se, it just looks like it when you show it side-by-side with Yoongi’s place.

“Oh. They already broke in,” you narrow your eyes, oblivious to the panic brewing in Yoongi.

“What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?! Are you-…” he rants, stopping himself when he sees the irony. “Okay, I get it. You’re not funny.”

You and Yoongi eat cold carbonara in total silence, save for his grumbles of how you should never joke about your safety and yours for how he should start chipping in for your bills if he’s gonna keep showing up like this.

Yoongi swears he doesn’t find you funny. He swears it on his life when a few days later, a guy is sent to your house to update your security system. There’s a couple hundred packages of additional manual locks, along with Yoongi’s letter of how he still doesn’t find you funny, amongst other things.

Please guard your home. Don’t let anybody else in except me.

- Yoongi

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[incorrect-ace]

Wow: My mind is like Internet Explorer. 9 tabs are open, 4 are frozen and I have no idea where the jazz music is coming from.

Chan: Use Google Chrome!

[mio-parasite]

❤️ Monsters in Latin America ❤️

Hello very good dear community of monsters lovers how are you? I hope you do well and if not I hope that your day will improve so that everything goes well.

I want to introduce you to some (not all as there are too many) lovely monsters of Latin America, I want to spread a little about my own culture and expand the repertoire of monsters to love, care for... Etc, I hope you like this bit Latin American story any questions you have about these creatures can contact me.

And I want to apologize if my English is very bad

Well without further ado, I introduce you to these lovely monsters from Latin America.

El Athrathrao o Basilisco

It is born in a henhouse, from a small round egg of coarse and rough cascara, of grayish white color, called lloilloy egg or lloe egg, which according to legend is believed to be laid and incubated by a rooster. If this egg is not removed, within a few weeks it will become a basilisco.

In the daytime, the basilisk chilote hides under the house of the owner of the henhouse, and at night he would come out of his hiding place while all the people sleep. At that time he would emit a hypnotic chant similar to cockcrow, which would cause people to stay asleep. After singing, he would go into the rooms to be able to feed himself, absorbing the breath and sucking the saliva of those who sleep. The affected person would lose the desire to eat, so he or she would get thinner and thinner, and his or her face would become pale. With the passage of time, a strong and persistent cough would appear and his breathing becomes more and more difficult, and finally he dies. The same thing happens with every one of the inhabitants of the house.

La Pincoya

She is a mermaid of extraordinary beauty (with a slightly tanned white complexion and blond hair), whose job is to protect the sea, sow it and rescue the castaways.

When the pincoya dances facing the ocean, it is warning that there will be an abundance of fish and shellfish. And when you do it looking toward the coast, there will be shortages.

To be favored by it, one must be content; That is why the fishermen are accompanied by happy friends.

It is also said that if you fish or shellfish a lot in one place, the pincoya gets angry and leaves that area, which then becomes sterile. The pincoya is sometimes accompanied by her husband, the pincoya.

The mermaid lived in a huge cave and used to swim in the lagoon and the puchanquin river. From the rocks, with a whistle, he made emerge from the bottom of the waters a solid trunk of gold, which he climbed to comb his golden hair. Sometimes, during the night, he would sing haunted love songs, which no one could resist.

In addition, many people sought the woman for favors, until she disappeared from the place. It is believed that it was called cuada from the huelde lagoon to bring prosperity and abundance to distant beaches.

Since then, the waters took on the dark color they have today, and although many have tried to imitate the siren's whistle, the golden trunk is still submerged waiting for its owner.

El Muqui / Muki

The muki, or anchancho, is a goblin in the mythology of the central andes in Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, and Colombia; Which is characterized by being a miner and, as such, its existence is limited to the underground space: the muqui lives inside the mine.

Its name comes from the quechua "murik" (" he who asphyxiates "). However, 'muki' also means' humidity ', so it is said to also appear in places where there is water. From puno to cajamarca, passing through pasco and Arequipa, the descriptions of this creature are always the same: it is of small stature, does not exceed half a meter. Their favorite victims are unbaptized children, whom they hide in FIG and banana trees to make one of them.

Piuchén

Piwicheñ is a Mapuche voice that means "to dry people", this mythological creature is better known as Pihuchén, Piuchén or Piguchen.

It generally has the appearance of a flying snake, emitting high-pitched whistles. But also its changing appearance has something of a human, snake, bird, fish, quadruped, frog and bat. It is usually covered with grass, bushes and twisted cylinders, like hooked horns. It produces a substance so irritating that when it is transmitted through the air or water, it causes skin eruptions very similar to scabies.

It has incredible longevity, its wings grow when it has reached its mature age, in old age it transforms into a bird the size of a rooster or a young turkey, equally bloodthirsty. It has such a powerful force that it can topple large trees and raise gigantic waves that wreck ships.

He is used to living in lakes and rivers, where his presence causes panic, those who have the misfortune to contemplate him will soon die. At other times, he petrifies his victims with his intense gaze, and then sucks their blood.

Trentren Vilu y Caicai Vilu

Trentren vilu (terrestrial snake) and caicai vilu (sea snake) are two colossal and powerful snakes that have the ability to cause earthquakes and volcanic eruptions (trentren) and tsunamis and floods (caicai).

Legend has it that one day caicai awoke from his sleep and, seeing how ungrateful men were to the sea that gave them so much resources, unleashed his fury and used his tail to cause tsunamis and flood the earth as punishment. Trentrain, however, came to the aid of the terrestrial creatures and saved those he could on his back to put in the hills, those he could not save he turned into birds, fish and Marine mammals and drowned in sumpall. Caicai, for his part, did not stop and raised the waters even higher, to which he responded by raising the hills even higher.

Seeing this challenge, caicai attacked trentrum, thus beginning a Titanic battle that lasted for a long time until they finally ran out of strength.

By the end of the battle, the geography had changed, resulting in the numerous islands and canals of southern Chile.

Exhausted and defeated, caicai returned to sleep, leaving millalobo as ruler of the seas. For his part, trentrum also went to sleep.

However, with the passage of time, the men became ungrateful again, also causing the displeasure of trentin, who from time to time moves in his sleep causing earthquakes and eruptions, while caicai by moving his tail causes tsunamis.

Yaguareté-Abá

Tiger man or leopard-man, this being is a character known in northeastern Argentina and the great chaco, this arises from the great adoration of a sorcerer towards these animals and is based on the metamorphosis from human to beast, or the reverse.

The transformation of the sorcerer begins with the use of a jaguar leather and a sauma with hen's feathers. And that because of these they were given the power to shed their skins and transform into a creature half jaguar and half human. Later, they go hunting and after eating their prey they return to their human form performing the same procedure.

He is extremely aggressive and only eats human flesh, from mule or cow, he liked to loot ranches and he liked to force young women to clean it. The only way to escape from his escape is to manage to remove his hide and spit in his face because they are blind and vulnerable to attack, after death they return to their human form. This must be accompanied by bullets or machetes that are blessed but this is not all - you must behead him after killing him to make sure he does not come back to life.

La Fiura

She has the appearance of a disgusting woman, with large breasts and tiny stature (40 to 50 cm) and long black hair. Her face has hideous features, with sparkling eyes that are almost hidden behind her huge nose. Her limbs are thin and hooked, and she has the ability to lengthen and twist them in all directions by nervously moving the misshapen fingers of her huge hands. She wears red clothes, and uses to adopt strange postures and hideous grimaces with her face.

It is said that he wanders in the woods and sneaks through the bushes, in search of the fruit of the thorny chauras, which he eats gluttonously; and people can tell that the Fiura has passed through a place by observing the depositions it leaves on the protruding roots of large trees. It is also said that taking great care, it can be observed when she carefully combs her hair with a highly polished crystal or silver comb that shines in the sun's rays, while bathing in small lakes. After bathing, she sits on the moss, and remains naked for hours or goes to dance on the scraps. It is characterized by possessing superhuman strength and by the ability to make use of the stench of its breath to twist or break the limbs of animals or people who observe it; her power being such that she can have her effects at a distance.

Millalobo

The millalobo (golden Wolf) is a creature resembling a newt, with the upper part of a man and the lower part of a sea Wolf. The millalobo was born from the union between a woman and a sea Wolf which saved her from drowning during the mythical battle between trentrain vilu and caicai vilu.

Millalobo is the most powerful being of the seas after caicai, who chose him to rule the seas on his behalf.

According to chilota legend it is said that upon seeing him, caicai decided that he was a creature of his liking and chose him to delegate his power and rest after his battle with trentrain.

Millalobo lives on the seabed and rules with his family, his wife huenchula and their three children; The pincoya, the pincoy, and the mermaid chilota. Various mythological sea creatures are under his command and help him in his tasks, which range from planting and caring for the development of shellfish and fish, to managing the Marine climate; In addition to guiding and caring for the dead produced by the sea.

Millalobo is said to be the creator of the caleuche and the evil creatures of the seas also pay him respect.

[thenativetank]

VA Native Fish Hunting - 16

I did some searching for places to fish the past few days and found myself new access to the Potomac in an area I wasn’t previously aware existed - which is always exciting. After finding out it was free for the public to explore (and free to park!) I packed my things and went for a little trek. Lots of snakes and turtles and toads on the path, but in the interest of space I’m sticking with the aquatic life :)

The most populous aquatic plant at this location was Hydrilla, by far. By an absolute landslide. Mats of it covered basically every inch of the area I explored, minus some locations under trees where it was obviously not very happy. These plants do love sunlight after all. Kind of a bummer to see this non-native species so widespread, but it’s not exactly a surprise.

At a distant second place for aquatic plant specimens were Hornwort. I’m kind of surprised that it was able to eek out an existence for itself here - while not super uncommon, I only found a few strands here or there. In other areas I’ve fished, they tend to grow in great big bushes. Well. I guess any little bit to stem the Hydrilla tide is welcome.

Speaking of non-native invaders, there were a lot of Chinese Mystery Snails (Cipangopaludina chinensis) around here. I only found 2 or 3 alive, but a few dozen of the shells had washed up in this one little location. I do like the shells - very pleasant shapes and pretty hefty too - but again wish they weren’t so common.

Found a few other snail species here and there, but not really sure what these are. The ones with the longer shells are possibly Pleurocera virginica, which is one of our natives, but I get the feeling the smaller one there was just a young Chinese Mystery Snail. I wish I knew snails better!

While I did see a few species of fish - some Mummichogs, I think a few Banded Killifish, and some miscellaneous species of Minnows, I didn’t have a lot of luck catching them. My minnow trap came up empty after about an hour and a half. I did have a lot more luck with my dip net though. I caught maybe 30 or 40 Eastern Mosquitofish (Gambusia holbrooki) during my time there, much of them were big females. Pretty cool, if a common fish. Also note that every net swipe caught Hydrilla too.

Just another view of the Mosquitofish. I honestly think G. holbrooki gets kind of a bad rap in the native fishkeeping circles - I haven’t found them nearly as skittish as some say. I’ve also never really seen them get as used to people as, say, Mollies and Guppies do.

The cool find of the trip were two Tesselated Darters (Etheostoma olmstedi)! I haven’t seen any since a trip back in early July of last year. Not an uncommon species in the grand scheme of things (they are the most populous darters in this area and are overall of Least Concern by the IUCN) they just are harder to find given that they are tiny dudes that hang out on the substrate.

This little guy is probably a shade under 2 inches long. I was pumped to catch him! I did see a darter that was closer to their maximum of 4 inches, but I had no luck catching him. Aw well, just how it is sometimes!

[rotgsecretsanta]

2021 Secret Santa Masterlist

Here are all of the works posted for RotG Secret Santa 2021!

Prompt 1:  [Any Ship or Any Characters] Android au  Art by moonknightproductions

Prompt 2:  [Jack & Bunny or Jack/Bunny] Jack accidentally causes another snowstorm on Easter. Bunny finds him hours later, hiding, and has to assure him that he's not angry to get Jack to stop panicking. (Leans more toward fic but not opposed to art) Enta Winek by fanarchoslashivist Easter Snow by Farisya

Prompt 3:  [Jack & Bunny] friends in a play-fight; snowball fight, maybe water balloon eggs. Some kind of good-natured competition maybe? Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 5:  [Jack/Bunny or No Ship] Bunnymund and Jack wage a messy paintball war, either against each other, or against the rest of the Guardians. Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 6:  [Jack/Bunny] Bunny is a Time Lord, Jack is his Companion. Art by hezuart

Prompt 7:  [Jack/Bunny] That's it, just JackRabbit Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 9:  [Jack/Pitch] Any kind of AU, fluff, meetcute, maybe Jack is an art student and Pitch is his art teacher. I Look Forward To It by LinesAndColors The Art of the Steal by bunnimew

Prompt 10:  [Jack/Pitch] Blackice soulmate AU (In Universe or Alternate Universe) Soulmates of Ice and Shadow by hezuart

Prompt 11:  [Jack/Pitch] Cute Black Ice with Jack and Pitch enjoying marshmallows and chestnuts over a fire (or just the fireplace) Art by bunnimew

Prompt 13:  [Jack/Pitch] Film Noir Aesthetic (Leans more toward art) Art by ksclaw

Prompt 14:  [Jack/Pitch] Gift shopping! Modern AU: It’s Jack’s first Christmas with his new boyfriend, Pitch, and his daughter Seraphina. Cue panic in searching for ‘the perfect gift’. Could be Jack and Sera shopping for Pitch, Pitch and Sera shopping for Jack, or Jack and Pitch shopping for Sera (or all three!). (I don’t mind if Lady Pitchiner/Seraphina’s mother is mentioned but shipwise Jack/Pitch should be the focus) A Frost and Pitchiner Christmas Production by sylphidine

Prompt 15:  [Jack/Pitch] Jack and Pitch enjoying a wintery night with hot cocoa on a Nightmare-drawn shadow carriage Art by ksclaw

Prompt 16:  [Jack/Pitch] Jack and Pitch getting caught under the mistletoe together. But none of that 'oh no look what happened on accident' nonsense — they're aiming for it at every chance they get. Canon or AU welcome, as long as it includes Jack and Pitch absolutely smitten xD Mistletoe Mischief by spyroforlife

Prompt 19:  [Jack/Pitch] kissing in snow Art by bunnimew

Prompt 20:  [Jack/Pitch] kissing with creeping darkness. Maybe converting Jack? Art by ksclaw

Prompt 21:  [Jack/Pitch] mutual undercover spies realizing the other is also an undercover spy from the same org and that's why they've gotten 0 information they need Not Their Fault by bunnimew

Prompt 23:  [Jack/Pitch] Star Wars AU Art by eclipseyeger

Prompt 30:  [No Ship or Any Ship] Toothiana gets sick from overworking herself. Someone helps her recover. 5 Times Pitch and Jack Failed to Help Tooth + the 1 Time She Helped Herself by bunnimew

Prompt 31:  [No Ship or Jack/Bunny] Movie!Jack and Guardians: Basically Jack constantly volleying between isolating himself and being super clingy because he's afraid that if he messes up they'll abandon him and he'll be alone again. (Fic) Stilt Roots by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 33:  [No Ship or Jack/Katherine] Time for a friendly holiday game of MistleFOE Art by spookifrost

Prompt 34:  [No Ship or Jack/Pitch] Jack + trees and/or Ents (Tolkein) Art by winterswrathe

Prompt 37:  [No Ship or Pitch/North or Tooth/North] Wild West AU! Art by ksclaw

Prompt 38:  [No Ship] Bunny and Tooth creating art together. I feel like they'd be creative pals! Art by nimohtar

Prompt 39:  [No Ship] Coffee Shop AU - any characters but maybe Jack just joined as a new waiter part time to help save money for college. A lot of plants in the interior but also some cool lamps and a lot of gold color (like a mix of all the big four lairs in the design) A Week of Work at the Guardian Coffee Co. by hezuart

Prompt 40:  [No Ship] Everyone celebrating Christmas together after North is done with his job. (Everyone else preparing a dinner/party in the North Pole while he’s at work and then them all celebrating/having fun afterwards.) Art by ave-aria

Prompt 42:  [No Ship] Jamie reading a book about the Golden Age Art by ksclaw

Prompt 44:  [No Ship] North vs. possessed dolls Ambition is my Folly by LinesAndColors

Prompt 45:  [No Ship] Phil the yeti finally gets a vacation. Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 49:  [No Ship] Pitch celebrates gothmas (goth/spooky Christmas) How the Nightmare King Tried to Do Christmas by Farisya

Prompt 51:  [No Ship] Reverse AU - Guardians as villains, Pitch as a hero (feel free to add book characters) Art by hezuart

Prompt 56:  [North/Bunny] north×bunny being all cute Art by ave-aria

Prompt 57:  [North/Seraphina] Anything A Natural Wonder by bunnimew

Prompt 58:  [Pitch/Lady Pitchiner, No other ships, namely No Pitch/Sandy] Lord and Lady Pitchiner attending an event A Tight Ship by sylphidine I’ll Suffer A Thousand Battles (Read: Parties) For You by LinesAndColors

Prompt 61:  [Pitch/Tooth] Winter clothes, Pitch and Tooth Art by spocklingtons

Prompt 66:  Bunny-centric hurt/comfort, open for interpretation Plasmolysis by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 70:  Cute Fearling(s) Art by moonknightproductions

Prompt 71:  Everyone (happy found family of guardians, pitch, Mother Nature, Katherine, as many characters as possible) Art by spookifrost

Prompt 72:  Genderbent Pitch and/or Jack Art by missguided-ghst

Prompt 75:  Jack and Bunny playing a prank on Tooth Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 77:  Jack and Tooth under mistletoe (placed by Santa) Art by spocklingtons

Prompt 79:  Jack finds a kitten in the snow and takes care of it. (Fic or art) Best Alley Find Ever by LinesAndColors The Kit in the Cold by spyroforlife

Prompt 80: Jack Frost Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 81:  Jack in Mori Kei (or baggy clothing) fashion (or just walking around town?) Art by tenchikotheartist Art by bunnimew

Prompt 84:  Jack playing with spring peepers in his lake Art by winterswrathe

Prompt 86:  Jack pranking Bunny Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 87:  Mother Nature Art by ave-aria

Prompt 88:  Nightmare Dork University. Pitch Black and Piki Black suffering through a Black family Christmas. Art by ksclaw

Prompt 90:  North getting the reindeer ready for the Christmas run. Does he read them a book? Give a pep talk? Play music? Whatever you like Reindeer Wrangle! by sarsfe

Prompt 92:  Older Jamie Bennett or Sophie Bennett Art by purblzart Art by hezuart

Prompt 96:  Pitch in an old fashioned fancy tux or outfit (or attending a fancy festival?) Art by bunnimew

Prompt 97:  Sandy angst with having been killed. ptsd/emotional trauma (only if comfortable. please be safe with mental health) (fanfiction) Reliquishment by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 98:  Sandy chillaxing on his island. Art by fanarchoslashivist Art by winterswrathe

Prompt 99:  Sandy has tea with Pitch Art by spocklingtons

Prompt 100:  Soft, tentative Pitch with Mother Nature reunion? Pitch obviously nervous. Feel free to lay on some angst if you're writing it. Art by purblzart

Prompt 103:  The elves in North's workshop are actually MUCH more intelligent than they appear. A scene where they converse like Niles and Frasier Crane. Art by carys-leon

Prompt 109:  Toothiana brightly smiling (or something that makes her happy) Art by fanarchoslashivist Art by purblzart