#truly one of the hardest tasks there is lol

[doberbutts]

Any chance you could talk about how you're teaching Fenris to retrieve? I am also struggling so hard with that. Will probably consult with a real life professional trainer about it in the near future because it is just. So. Frustrating. Lol, but I'd love to hear what worked for you.

Recent picture of my retrieval-hating doggo for tax, lol.

Well I don't know that I'm the best person to take advice from because retrieves are absolutely one of the hardest tasks for me to wrap my brain around, especially formal sport retrieves, and despite me trying to teach retrieves to *checks notes* EIGHT different dogs, Fenris is my first one to actually have some mild success.

I spoke at length to my friend Allie @molosseraptor about how much I suck at retrieves and she had some amazing advice for me. I cannot stress enough how good of a dog trainer she is. Any time I have asked her for advice, she not only has hit the nail directly on the head, but it has widened my understanding of whatever concept I'm struggling with that much more. Truly, if you want actual help, don't listen to me. Just go pay Allie to teach you!

Anyway. For Fenris specifically, retrieve is a behavior chain. In other words, I teach each piece of a retrieve separately, and then let it all come together at the end after he nails every piece the way I want him to. In other words, I taught a sit, a come to front, the concept of going to what I throw and picking it up, the concept of bringing it back, the concept of holding something in his mouth without chewing or dropping it, the concept of the hot/cold game, the concept of a clicker, the concept of working for treats, paw targets, and outs... before ever showing him a dumbbell.

From there it's a matter of string it together. Go get the thing > pick it up without chewing > bring it back > come to sit at front with it in your mouth > hold onto it until I tell you to out. The paw targets help show him where I want him to be. The hot/cold game tells him if I need him to tweak his positioning.

Historically I have been able to get a "go get the thing and bring it back to me and sit at front" however in nearly all of the dogs I have tried to teach this behavior chain, including Fenris, we get stuck in the sit at front portion because the dog spits the fucking dumbbell out and drops it on my toes as it sits down. Which is very not what I want and also these are weighted dumbbells ouch my poor feets.

I brought this up at Mondio last time we were there and the training director and the president both suggested instead of teaching him a chin rest (which I have never been able to do very successfully with the dog uprifht) to teach him to push slightly into me as he sits, lifting his head up to do so (and thus reducing temptation for him to drop the damn thing) and making that front nice and tight. He may bump me and we may lose a point, but I can tweak that part later. This was an almost instantaneous breakthrough and I am really glad those women are counted among my friends.

One last thing I want to mention is that, knowing he was going to be a mondio dog, I did not correct him at all for picking up various things around the house. In Mondio, the retrieve can be anything, not just a weighted dumbbell. So that means that because I didn't want him to be weird about picking stuff that Is Not Toys up, I never once told him off for picking things up. Usually he just wanders around with it in his mouth, and because he never associated this with a bad thing, he usually comes right up to me and spits it into my hand.

[kindestofkings]

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authors note: I had loads of fun with this one! this one is for the josh girlies. also its so fluffy, as all my stuff is, life is sad enough so my fics will probs always be soft lol !

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would LOVE to know you're thoughts! come chat about this fic or even ideas you have for my next one??

[tired-biscuit]

empathizing with the anon inquiring about mr. biscuit & finding good partners.

I’m on the west coast in America and I have those same thoughts all the time. I see lovely miss biscuit and couple others I follow GUSH about their partners and I’m like 👀👀 what about meeeee? where’s MY sweet and loving partner?? because finding someone who I feel COMFORTABLE & vulnerable enough to be true self with is literally the hardest task in the world lol and I’m sure others are definitely looking for the same but throw in the fear of like. emotional intimacy and vulnerability it’s such a real hurdle to get over. esp when these fucking gooses don’t always prioritize that first or for some people (like myself) it’s something that takes time to unlock (truly couldn’t think of a better word than unlock so sorry).

but miss biscuit, you hit that shit on the head with what you said the “I grew around him and he grew around me” had me tearing up lol. and your insight was received so v well by ME and was well said and overall, it was stupid romantic !! 😭 so thanks for the nugget of wisdom queen - and to the anon, you’re def not alone 🫶🏻

thank you!!!!!! i’m not at all a daring person (more so an overly cautious one) but i’ve always been willing to take a risk when it comes to love because i yearn to have it in my life at all times so badly………. so i just went ahead and said fuck it for once in my life and snatched this poor man right up hdisjdbdhd

it was scary af but i am very happy now. was definitely worth it in my experience. <3

[darkestpsi]

when i say that i like both dabi and shouto i dont mean it in the "oh my god they're so hot i wanna fuck them" kinda way or the "lol they both hate their parents just like me fr" way but that i really do understand how its like to grow up around such tough, hard love. to have your entire worth, the level of care and responsiveness you receive in moments you definitely should not be seeking this constant validation but your fucking veggies and milk - all of that being based off just how useful you can be to your parents; being told that the point of your life quite literally is for the fulfilment of thEIR dreams, in THEIR way, under THEIR supervision, yknow?

like, i can literally not even begin to count the many recordings on loop i have of my mums voice in my head telling me to always be better and to do so much more, be so much more - achieve things, great things and live to just please and please and please - for herself, for her dead mother (who probably doesnt even care about half of the shit that i have done since she passed, because dead people cant feel - they cant feel, but somehow their presence still suffocates), for the status and the level of respect itll give both her and my dad (so that they wont ever be referred to as immigrants again) and the amount of money ill eventually get paid thatll somewhat, somehow all go back to them, anyway.

point is, dropping so suddenly from being so loved and praised and shown off when you were younger and tried your hardest to be that bit better to the broken toy you are now, unable to carry out their tasks - demands, even - easily replaced by someone younger, someone so much better than you; worth so much more than you. when they are born.

idk.

i joke alot about how similar my family dynamic is to the todorokis, the distance between me and my siblings now after all it was that we went through together and how im literally doing medicine for my parents so that they can get their doctor, and i can get my peace, but its very truly something ive had no control over my whole entire life. all ive wanted is some damn control. lmao. my mum literally named me after a doctor she saw on tv who was giving a lecture about medicine and i laugh at the fucking irony of it all because god, you dont even realise that this is fucking killing me, ma- but the thing with touya, the parts of him that diverge from my own experiences is the fact that he was able to break free from all of those restraints secured by his family, the goals they set him, the ones he set himself. the guilt and disappointment and oh my god, how could you -why - why would you regret not being able to meet those expectations and him being thrown aside like everything he ever received was so palpable and fleeting because he was a toy, was always a toy to my mum endeavor. he knew he couldnt compete with shouto. shouto the gifted child. the hero. the hate and anger he feels towatds him, idk, it hits so fucking close to home. but i also see so much of myself in the way shouto is so fucking willing to be the good child, the perfect child, who pleases and pleases and pleases; doing everything he is supposed to without retalliation because thats what hes supposed to do and thats what they want him to do and eventually, someday, somewhere he will get his peace as a hero, because he was "born to be the best", born to be a doctor hero - literally both sides of my personality at war oh my god AAAAA

i literally can not help but attach myself to those characters.

[kimium]

What do you think each Night Raven College Housewarden would have as a pet, if they could have pets on campus?

Hi friend! Thanks for this ask! I admit, I'm not very well versed in pets as I've never had one (nor want one). So, my list will be general. No specific breeds of say dogs or cats found here in my actual choices, unfortunately. Also, I'm going for common house pets, so nothing exotic or unrealistic.

Regardless, let's get to this! Everything is long, so it's under a cut.

Riddle - hedgehog

Probably the more obvious choice due to Alice in Wonderland having hedgehogs, but I truly think they suit Riddle. Firstly, hedgehogs are so cute and small! Next, hedgehogs have some specific requirements for care, such as meals, cages, and exercise. While this may be a daunting task for some people, Riddle with his rule-abiding mentality would have done his homework. It helps that Heartslaybul have hedgehogs already so he'd be well versed in maintaining and caring for them.

Finally, hedgehogs curl into themselves when they feel threatened/as a defense mechanism, which I think perfectly encapsulates how Riddle's entire descent to overblotting happened.

Plus, according to Cater, hedgehogs are "super cammable" and thus they're perfect.

Also, to Riddle the hedgehog's name is "Hazel" (due to the colour) but to the rest of Heartslaybul it's "Hedgy".

Leona - lizard

Okay, listen I know the gut reaction for Leona is "a cat" because he's a lion and lions are essentially large cats. However, just because Leona has cat energy doesn't mean he'd want a cat as a pet. They can be too similar in nature, meaning Leona can dish it out the tsundere attitude but he can't take it.

Therefore, I think he'd have a lizard. Lizards like the sunlight and like napping in them. They can be low maintenance and don't require things like walks.

The irony of the situation is not lost on Leona as he definitely frequently insults Malleus by calling him "an overgrown lizard". However he thinks his lizard is "superior" to Malleus. This comment is something Sebek probably tries to fight Leona on.

Leona officially named the lizard "Pistachio" but he also affectionally calls his lizard "Not Malleus".

Azul - snake

Another person I think the instinctual choice is "something that swims" but I disagree. The big reason why I disagree is because on land our usual array of aquatic pets are fish, maybe small hermit crabs. To Azul and the twins, however, they're all a snack. That's not a pet, that's a "between lunch and dinner" treat.

I picked snake because of one reason: in the wild they're predators. Azul and the twins don't want some docile rodent (mouse/rat, hamster, etc.) but I don't think with their lifestyle they'd want a dog or cat. Also, snakes can eat their prey whole and I think that trait is something Jade and Floyd relate to.

(Floyd wants to name the snake "Jamil" but Azul rejects that idea. The snake is named Ebony because their snake is dark in colour.)

Kalim - budgie bird

Kalim's is the hardest one to pick. On one hand I think a small adorable animal like a hamster or rabbit suits him. On the other hand, I really like the bird aesthetic for Kalim. Originally I wanted to say a duck because I've seen pictures of ducks as pets and they look So Soft, cute, and absolutely precious. They're also aquatic birds, which suits Kalim's unique magic. I bet he'd have a small tub for his duck and he'd sprinkle water all over it gently.

However, I went with budgie bird because they're small and adorable. They're also colourful, though according to my internet search, yellow/green are the only natural colours and any other are from breeding.

Birds also have just the right amount of maintenance for it to accidentally become one extra problem Jamil has to deal with LOL. JK... just a little. I bet Kalim is super into taking care of his bird and wants the best things for his little buddy!

(Kalim names the budgie bird Kiwi because his bird is a beautiful yellow/green.)

Vil - hunting dog

If Vil was on his own he'd 100% have a cat, probably a hypoallergenic cat or a Siamese cat because I think their dark and light contrast is beautiful. However, since I'm such a huge Vil/Rook shipper, I had to account Rook into this equation.

While I think Rook would be fine with a cat, I also think Rook is an active person and would love a pet to be active with. Thus, he convinces Vil they should get a dog. This dog has to be one that in the past helped with hunting and is one that loves running. Rook loves bonding with their dog to the point people think the dog belongs only to Rook. A little understandable because of Vil's very busy schedule, but Rook likes having something distract him while Vil is away for long photo shoots or filming.

In turn Vil absolutely, 100% becomes someone who will show pictures of their dog with little prompting. Almost all the photos have Rook in there too, so he's showing off his boyfriend (and future husband) all at the same time.

This dog, by the way, definitely wins beauty pageants because Vil won't have a dog that's anything less than beautiful.

(Rook named their dog; her name is Juliette. Vil accepts this because the name is elegant.)

Idia - fish

Another character that I think the knee-jerk reaction is "a cat" because Idia is a character who absolutely, 100% LOVES cats. Again, like Leona I think just because Idia has "loves cats" vibe doesn't mean he'd be a good cat owner. Not because he wouldn't love a cat, but because they're a lot of work, even if they're mostly an "independent" animal.

Fish on the other hand are perfect. They require little maintenance and everything about them can be monitored with ease. There is little need to groom them, clean up after them, and play with them like a cat. Also, I think the blue glow of a fish tank suits Idia's room.

(The fish are named Poseidon, Oprheus, and Eurydice. I picked all of these names because they're Greek myth names and I think that's funny.)

Malleus - cat

Malleus was tough to choose because he strikes me as someone who doesn't want a pet. He's also Fae which means every thing will die before him. That means the only way Malleus would ever have a pet is by accident.

For his cat he probably found it outside and alone. Saving a small, lost kitten was easy for him but now it's attached to Malleus and REFUSES to go anywhere. Malleus, who has no idea how to care for an animal probably panicked and took the kitten to Lilia. Lilia laughed for at least ten minutes because never in his life did he think he'd have to help Malleus take care of a pet.

Yet that's what happens. Malleus loves his cat. He's a very patient person so when his cat doesn't want attention, Malleus doesn't mind. When the cat wants attention then Malleus is there with food, water, pets, toys, you name it. The cat is probably the singular most pampered cat because Malleus cannot say no to its pleading eyes.

Also, I'm laughing at the irony of Leona having a pet that represents Malleus and Malleus having a pet that represents Leona.

(Malleus named the cat Mocha because of the beautiful browns and whites present.)

[ladygoofball]

Do Not Look Back at Eurydice

A quick blurb on how it feels to fight your own inner demons during recovery (or self inflicted "sabbatical" as I have been calling it lol)

I use the "xoxo inanna" tag when something I write has been inspired by looking through Inanna's journey through the underworld. I don't really have an "author" voice in my writings but hey why not just say that this is Goddess Inspired Literature Exercises?

If I was Eurydice

If I even thought Orpheus was going to turn around I’d start screeching to alert the demons that I need their help to keep Orpheus’s eyes on the path ahead.

I swear to gods we need to keep the journey going because soothing the gods of the dead was only half the battle.

I would stumble and fall, and keep those pains to myself to keep us walking forward out of the underworld.

I would work myself to death’s door again just to keep the ship afloat. I would build a lighthouse with the power of word just to act as a signal that I am alright.

No need to turn around for Little Eurydice.

Nobody would be nice to her while she made her way there.

Always had to yell at her to hurry up and stop forgetting and stop talking to herself. Like that was ever a problem.

Anyway

She was never valued before her time came to an end. She knows what happens if this journey leaves without her. She was always expendable.

That was not a punch line.

Yet they think I would make a public mockery of how dark it can feel?

I envy those who don't understand those depths, they are not something you wish into the lives of people you respect and care about.

If I had the honor of being the Orpheus to any Eurydice’s story?

She’d never have to worry who is getting her out of the underworld. She’d know I would be there.

Clearly I'm not the only one who would do that for the one they love. That was obvious.

Well past done.

Yet they keep making jerky here?

With My beef?

I am so grateful to be a part of her journey and be able to give her a better future.

I would speak to Eurydice like she is already a queen and she does not need to linger in an old pocket of the underworld to find herself again.

She needs to keep her eyes on the future, what is possible, and not listen to the hands that grasp her ankles begging to be considered before she takes a step.

Those hands are calloused. Greedy. Always looking for better blood to fuel the machine.

I would never let a drop of Her’s spill. But people who don’t know me think it’s a game? To me? I would never be so bold to try that around a place I do not own. I just rent.

She knew which hands would grab the hardest. The ones who wanted to keep their own hands clean and look better for themselves after getting in the punches they were waiting to give me.

I wont give people like that the satisfaction of knowing how low the blows have gotten. They have not earned the right to my word.

She did not want any of them to get in her way, she wanted to help them. But she screamed a bit too loud and the observers watch her movements too carefully for her to consider the path.

This was a mistake in this timeline, not a damnation just an observation on why she’s unable to accomplish basic tasks “like a normal person” in the public sphere.

This was a mistake but not a condemnation of Her character. Just a series of unfortunate mistakes made in a way she didn’t even anticipate. She will get better, but the observers need to reconsider their own approach in the next attempt.

Eurydice is making it out of the underworld in this timeline. That’s an oath.

Who is worthy of being called Orpheus in this story?

I am not asking this question to find an answer here, it just begs repeating because I truly don't have an intended audience at the moment.

It has been a problem for years but now i have no idea what to do and i don’t own my space here. I don’t have a right to stay and it’s a shame because my life has become so much better since i moved here. I didn’t know I was losing myself until my community stepped up and helped me, and then I found games that actually made me want to draw things again.

Then I found other things making me want to go into the world. And I got lost finding something before I got my money back together so now I am back to fighting to keep my spot with my pets.

The merry-go-round is still operational, I just have to take down the seahorse figure until I get a better idea of how I want my artistic future to look.

But spring? Will continue without me providing any further information about what the world is like here.

I'm still trying to get my art skills back up lol I just have been struggling to find work in the real world for months. It's hard to create without understanding how to sustain your own income and set up a site and all that.

Anyways, time to get back to the real world and out of my own head.

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life keeps on moving on and on and on

ramzan mubarak friends! for those of you that partake in this holy month, may all your prayers and worship be accepted and may your experience be beautiful and your soul be refreshed.

for those of you that don't here's a quick tl;dr on ramzan. it is a month during which muslims fast from dawn to dusk (no food, no drink, and yes....not even water lol). we call it ramzan because that is in fact the name of this month in our lunar calendar. the end of ramzan signifies a happy celebration for us and it is called the day of eid ul fitr.

there's, that's a rough idea for you.

it's here, and today is the first day of fasting around the world. this year i've decided to be intentional about fasting and praying and especially actually waking up and having sehri (the meal you eat before the fast starts in the morning). and also this year, i'm going to stop STOP stop STOP STOP STOP associating any wild idea of weight loss with this month.

yes, it has happened in the past, and i've started to feel like it's a quick month of loss but today i'm saying here - i should not do that and so i will stop. part of the reason i didn't have sehri was because my brain kept deciding that it would help with weight loss.

in general though, i've decided to....give up on my weight loss journey. i'm 32 - i think it's high time i shift my focus to my health and make that the journey i'm on. so i'm trying.

i've been trying to get a walk in everyday, i've been trying to actually limit my eating habits (again not because of weight loss, but because they're unhealthy and generally out of late night cravings when really at those hours of the night i SHOULD be sleeping...). i've been trying to get better sleep habits.

all of these things i've been trying - but without much success, i won't lie to you.

also beyond all of this, i'm in a bad state (i feel) with my own mental health. maybe my mental load capacity is more limited than others, but i constantly feel like i'm only ever underachieving by the standard set out by other adults around me. my friends, my family.

and this will lead me to probably the stupidest thing i will claim in this post. which is...thanks to tiktok, i'm almost 100% certain that i've got ADHD. i somehow started watching these videos and realized everything being said about and for folks with ADHD was INCREDIBLY close to my own experience in life.

my working memory is AWFUL. my brain is usually in constant chaos. there are times when i will have time and capability to complete a task but i'm literally paralyzed by the overwhelming nature of that task that i LITERALLY SIT AROUND AND WASTE THAT TIME. that is, of course, until a few hours/days before it's due and the sense of urgency is what grips me the hardest.

i constantly feel like i need a break and i'm constantly burnt out. new and novel things go from being the MOST INTERESTING THINGS IN THE WORLD to all of a sudden a blip on my radar because i've just LOST INTEREST IN THEM. i'm unable to keep down habits - this one is big! i could be doing something for multiple months and yet still one day without it and the habit is broken no problem...

the craziest thing about all of this is....i truly and really thought that all of this stuff was 100% normal! and excuse my language here....i don't mean to suggest that i'm calling myself abnormal....but i am definitely different and differently capable.

so anyway, i've got an appointment with my doctor to hopefully be able to speak with someone who can help me with an actual diagnosis. i feel like knowing it for a fact and allowing myself to accept this part of me and WORK THROUGH IT the way that it's been proven rather than forcing my brain to just continue to change the way it naturally operates will be a huge stepping stone in my life.

the other thing that i need therapy for....like serious fucking therapy....is my marriage.

breaking news - just in: marriage is tough as fucking balls.

ya, what else is new, right?

anyway. that's all i wan to say about that right now.

and that's how my life is rolling around so far.

much love to you all. i wish for you peace and the ability to decipher between what problems are in your control and solve-able vs what you simply have to decide to let go of.

-k

[sly-merlin]

okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members.  though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL 

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again! 

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm. 

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir.  He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos. 

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!" 

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

 From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed  cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it. 

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier. 

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!” 

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!” 

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?” 

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek. 

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment. 

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.” 

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?” 

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.” 

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok!  Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here! 

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler. 

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos. 

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it. 

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy. 

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. 

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!" 

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

[greydoesthearts]

The First Kill Is Always The Hardest

A/N: the title is a dead giveaway to what this story is about (probably lol) but I’ve been trying to write this part of my swap au for fucking ever. Here it finally is!!! This is part one :D

In case you’re not aware of this au, Jackie is a doctor, swapped with Henrik. And Henrik is also a doctor, but not really. He’s swapped with Anti so you can kind of see how his story will pan out =) no warnings for the first part but it will get worse as time goes on lol. Enjoy!

Entering his third year of med-school with a fresh autism diagnosis left Jackie with the difficult task of having to tell his professors the news on request of his psychiatrist. He was struggling in school but really wanted to complete it so he could work in the field, and his psychiatrist figured it best to confide in the people who would help him get there.

On the day of he travelled from class to class and told each of his professors the news in as professional a way as he could muster and with as much detail as possible. His voice shook for the first couple, but got better as he got through the day.

It helped that some of his professors were understanding, offering their help where they could despite Jackie’s stubborn refusal, but others brushed him off, saying it made no difference. He tried his best to understand both sides as he walked to the last room of the day.

Jackie stopped outside the classroom. Class was yet to start for another few minutes, he had time to get this one off the table beforehand.

He didn’t like this professor.

He’d been rude to Jackie since the very first day of the year and hadn’t stopped since. It was as if he knew there was something different about Jackie as soon as he walked in that door, and that terrified the man. Jackie had mentioned his worry to his psychiatrist as well, but she had told him not to and that was that.

Jackie took a deep breath. He could already see the professor turning toward the classroom window before he walked in and that pushed him to turn the knob.

“Good afternoon, Jack,” his professor addressed, clearly exhausted already but still adamantly refusing to use Jackie’s preferred nickname. “Is there something you need?”

Everything in Jackie was telling him to shake his head and run back out the way he’d come, but that wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Uh, yes, sir. Actually, there is. I come bearing a diagnosis that I hope you will take the time to read about and learn and understand how it impacts me-“

“Jack. I know what autism is,” the professor interrupted, “and it is just an excuse on your part. Your class work is lacking, sure, but it’s not because you’ve been told you have autism. You just refuse to put the effort in. From what I heard you used to be very smart. It’s saddening.”

“I…” Jackie was shocked into silence.

From the time his doctor had initially suggested he get looked at for autism to the actual diagnostic process, he’d known this time would come from one person or another. He honestly felt like he should have expected something from this professor.

“I’ll let this interaction slide. You won’t be getting any special treatment from myself or your fellow trainees. If you ever feel the need to leave class for any reason, I will mark you down as absent even if you’ve already been marked as present. Five absences in the span of a month without good cause will take you out of my class. Do you understand?”

“I…” Jackie repeated. His breathing wavered slightly but he held strong. “I understand. Please, feel free to remove me from your class now, then. I can find a replacement.”

His professor locked hard eyes on him. “I’m sad to see you go, Jack. I truly hope you can find what you’re looking for in life and that your autism doesn’t prevent you further.”

“It won’t. It’s me, and I can do anything I put my mind to.”

Jackie left the room before his professor could see the tears beginning to leak and called his friend and housemate to pick him up.

“Hullo?” came his raspy voice. Then he heard the crying. “Jackie, is everything all right?”

“Henrik, it didn’t go well. I need you to come get me, I can’t get home safely by myself…”

Henrik cleared his throat on the phone and Jackie heard shuffling on the other end. “I’m coming now, just hang on.”

Several days later and Jackie hadn’t even been able to return to school for any of his other classes. This was the end of his journey to becoming a doctor, he realised. Unless he ever got up the nerve to try again in the future, though he doubted it.

He’d had Henrik call the school and explain the situation with the professor after remembering and explaining everything; every excruciatingly ableist detail. Henrik had immediately started fuming on his behalf to the point Jackie had to tell him to calm down because he was scaring him so much. Then Henrik left the room and he heard him going off on the administrative staff, even reverting to his native language at times in what had to be ten times the amount of anger Jackie thought a human body could even hold.

He fell asleep sometime after the shouting stopped, pillow covering his head to block out the sunlight.

A while later—what he thought might have been a few minutes but had really been a few hours when he seen the moon peeking through the curtains—Jackie woke back up to a hand gently rubbing his back, a calming accent singing a song he didn’t recognise since it was in another language. The singing stopped as soon as he opened his eyes.

“You were quite asleep, weren’t you?”

Jackie looked up to see Henrik sitting beside his bed in his desk chair that he had pulled closer. “Uh, yeah,” Jackie yawned. “What’s up, though?”

“Your school called me back. Professor Herman has been put on leave, but I don’t think he’ll be returning anytime soon.”

“My school?” Jackie asked back, confused more by that specific phrasing. “But you go there, too.”

Henrik shook his head, Jackie only then realising he’d never stopped rubbing his back and shoulder. “I decided to drop out. I never liked being the smartest in class, anyway.

“Hen… your parents are going to be pissed.” Henrik smiled. “What about me?”

“What about you? You’re still welcome back there whenever you please, though you might have to play some major catch-up,” Henrik told him, finally stopping the motion of his hand on Jackie. Immediately, Jackie missed the soothing gesture. “However, that is not what I come in here for. I bring a surprise.”

Jackie frowned but sat up in his bed. “And it couldn’t wait until later? It’s…” he looked at his clock again, squinting without his glasses. “It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.”

“It’s important,” was all Henrik said in response, standing and retrieving Jackie’s glasses for him. “Now, follow me.”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD OFFICIAL VISUAL FANBOOK ー Interview Vol. 2 feat. Nao Nakamura

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD Official Visual Fanbook

Release date: 2013

Huge thank you to @keithvalentinex​ for providing the raw scans!

SECTION 1: Q&A

Q1. When was the series’ sequel decided on?

A: Around the time the first game ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’ was released in stores. We were fortunate enough to have already received news of an anime adaption at the time, so at some point we played with the idea of creating a fan disc to go along with it. However, if possible we wanted to hype up the series even more in anticipation of the anime’s release, which is how the production of a  ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD’ series came to realisation.

Q2. Did you plan on introducing a set of 4 new characters during the early phases of development?

A: The initial draft we received from Rejet-sama mentioned four characters. We figured that with that amount, we could pack it into one game and create an equal amount of content as we did for the Sakamaki’s, so we proceeded with said idea. At one of the first brainstorm sessions, we casually dropped the idea of creating a game with 6 Do-M characters... (lol) However, that would stray too far away from the core concept behind ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’, so it obviously got rejected. (lol)

Q3. How did you go about writing the characters’ dialogue and actions?

A: I believe that the previous installment can be regarded rather groundbreaking within the genre of otome games. However, the boys coming across as too strong to the point where it would prevent someone from delving deeper into their character is something we reflected upon. We wanted to make up for that this time and created this game with the intend of exploring them even further.

Q4. What did you struggle the most with while writing the script?

A: This doesn’t apply solely to the script, but the fact there are so many romanceable characters in this game is what made it so difficult. However, we did not want there to be a difference in quality between the different characters’ routes. Despite our strong wish to please the playerbase, it made the distribution of time very difficult. The writers would first pen down the script, then Rejet-san would do the proofreading and make adjustments and then pass it on to us. However, reading a script while playing a game or simply reading it on paper is still different, so we were making minute changes down to the very last minute of development. We ran through the same process for the last game, but this time around, the total amount of content was just very large. We once again felt the struggle of putting in so many characters to choose from. However, we did this to create an even better game, so it was worth the struggle. 

Q5. Which character caused you the most problems while writing the script?

A: All of the Sakamaki’s. The four Mukami brothers who make their appearance in this installment may be Vampires, but they were once human just like the heroine, so in terms of emotions, they tend to sympathize with her more. As a result, it only makes the Sakamaki’s seem even more like they are the villains of the story. While this may seem obvious given their original setting of being both ‘Vampires’ and ‘extreme sadists’, it makes it very easy for the otome game element as well as the feelings they end up developing for the heroine to be lost, in which case they would no longer be the six brothers we wanted to deliver. Therefore, it was very difficult to convey to the player that the love they harbor for the heroine eventually makes them change, while still preserving the sadistic tendencies which stem from their nature as Vampires at the same time. The player base has spent quite a bit of time interacting with these brothers, and I am sure it was not always easy, but I hope said message was delivered to those who played our game.

Q6. Is there a character who underwent drastic changes compared to the last game?

A: All of them are still the same at the core, so my impression of them did not change depending on the scenario. I believe minor changes were done to the way some of the characters are drawn, but personally I perceive each character as a mix of both their previous and current representation. 

Q7. In this game, each section is divided into a ‘Situation Part’ and ‘Story Part’. Could you explain your intentions behind this?

A: When collecting feedback on the previous game, we received many complaints about the different chapters feeling inconsistent and all over the place. However, we always intended ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’ to be a game in which the player gets to enjoy these different kind of ‘situations’, so without losing this part of the enjoyment, we figured we had to make the plot progression easier to grasp, which is how the current structure was implementend. To make it even more clear to the player, we divided it into two sections and gave each of them a title, changing the names as well. 

Q8. What are parts which have greatly improved or parts you want us to focus on in comparison to the first game?

A: To ensure the player gets to enjoy the development in the heroine and characters’ thoughts and feelings, we applied small adjustments till the very last second. We hope that the people playing the game will take notice of this as well. 

Q9. Why do you think the series has received such a great amount of support?

A: I believe the impact of the ‘Do-S Vampire’ concept, Satoi-san’s eye-catching illustrations and the charm of the cast who voices the characters all play a big part in this. Furthermore, I also believe that the simultaenous announcement of both drama CDs and a game which took place during the early stages of development had a large influence as well. We were able to make a smooth transition from the release of the CDs to the release of the games, which made it easier for the fans to follow along with the franchise. We truly are grateful for that!

Q10. Were there any ideas you wanted to incorporate in this game, but were unable to do in the end?

A: This game features the same selection segment as the previous one in which scenario’s 1 ~ 6 raise your love meter, while scenarios 7 ~ 10 raise the SM meter. However, we implemented the distinction between the ‘situation part’ and ‘story part’ this time, so it might have actually been even more enjoyable if the situation part raises the SM meter instead...I think. Those kind of features may vary depending on the vision of the director and staff members, so I would like to use this experience to think of various possible routes for future installments, as well as to settle on an end product which is fitting for the franchise. Furthermore, this may seem like a task without an end but I believe that the voicing plays a big factor in delivering the story. It is a vital element of conveying the message you want to tell, in a way that whether or not the player understands the plot is often highly dependent on the voice work. Every time I find myself wanting to perfect this, but it is difficult to supervise all of it just by myself...However, there’s always next time, so I’d love to squeeze in the time to thoroughly check this!

Q11. Do you have any more games planned for the series at present? Would you personally like to create more sequels?

A: We do not as of now, but if there is a strong demand for it, we might just be able to develop another game. Personally I would like to make a stereotypical ‘fandisc’ but the very first thing that comes to mind with those is a 'sweet, romantic story’ so I do struggle a little envisioning how that would play out with a cast made out of nothing but intense characters. 

Q12. Please leave a message for the fans.

A: Thanks to the support we have received from all of you, we were able to create so much content for this franchise. I put my heart and soul into this game, so I sincerely hope that many people will enjoy it. Your impressions and encouraging messages are a great motivator as well, so I am eagerly awaiting those! The series may deliver new installments in the future, and to ensure that you all can continue to enjoy ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’, we will continue to try our hardest together with Rejet-san, so we’d be happy if you could send us your heartfelt support. 

SECTION 2: THEIR FAVORITE EPISODES

Sakamaki brothers: The final few chapters of Ayato’s route left a strong impression on me. I couldn’t help but wonder if somebody could truly be that stubborn and in denial about their own feelings, insistent on calling the girl they love ‘a prey’ till the very end. I felt so frustrated when the heroine’s feelings just wouldn’t get through to him, tears welled up in my eyes. 

Mukami brothers: The part which gave me the most goosebumps during the development stages has to be Ruki’s Manservant Ending. Takagi Sakurai-san did a magnificant job portraying his silent madness, it was truly wonderful. Second place would be Azusa’s brute ending, even though I knew how the story would go, I still ended up feeling a little depressed by it, so please be careful when you play this scenario...

SECTION 3: NAO NAKAMURA CHOOSES ー SITUATION-DEPENDENT CHARACTER SELECT

Who would you choose in these situations? What’s the developer’s opinion?

S1. To sleep together with?

Best: Subaru, I feel like he has a good sleeping posture.

Worst: Subaru, he might not move around much in his sleep, but it’d still be uncomfortable and narrow in that coffin, huh? 

S2. To go on a trip together with?

Best: Shuu, I’m sure he’d just loaf around the lodge all day, so I get to enjoy the trip in whichever way I want!

Worst: Laito, I’d rather keep my distance from him. 

S3. To eat together with?

Best: Kou because I’m sure he’d happily gobble it up.

Worst: Kanato, I feel like the food would be lacking in nutrients.

S4. To study with?

Best: Ruki, I think he’d do a good job explaining everything accurately.

Worst: ???, honestly all of them...

S5. To go on a date with?

Best: Yuma, I actually think he would make for a great boyfriend.

Worst: Shuu, because everything would be a chore to him...

S6. To play a video game with?

Best: Ayato, he just seems like the type of guy you can always have fun and make some ruckus with.

Worst: Reiji, he seems super fussy.

S7. To play sports with?

Best: Shuu, I don’t really like exercising so...I’ll go with the person who seems unlikely to exercise in the first place.

Worst: Ayato, I don’t like exercise after all...

S8. To go on a drive with?

Best: Ruki, I’m positive he would look handsome behind the wheel.

Worst: Azusa, it’d be bad if his bandages were to get stuck around the steering wheel or the gear stick...

[adenei]

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

Hey, not sure if your still doing prompts, I know life gets crazy at times. If you are can you maybe write a Romione fic based off this prompt?

I'm beyond floored by your writing time and time again. I always have to remind myself to finish any rl tasks just so I can actually be productive throughout my day. I truly hope that you never stop writing.

Plus, I'll give you extra points for making me fall in love with Jilly.

Hi anon!

omg, thank you so much (also, lol I tell myself the same thing, except it's to get me to stop writing instead of reading!)!! This is so sweet, and means so much to me. and YAY JILY! Aren't they wonderful, too?!

I am absolutely taking prompts, and I loved writing this one, so thank you for sending it! I hope you have a great day <3

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“So, how’s Hogwarts? Same as always?”

It was a stupid thing to say, given how much had changed since the end of their sixth year, but Ron was at a loss for what else to say. He set Hermione’s bag on the floor just inside his room at Grimmauld Place before making his way to the bed.

“Er, I guess. If by ‘the same’ you mean the rigor of classes haven’t changed, nor have teacher expectations. You’ll be happy to know that the food’s the same too,” Hermione added, but she still looked uncomfortable.

Ron patted the bed in hopes that she’d join him, and a small dose of relief washed over him as she obliged without hesitation.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Of course it’s different after the battle and everything,” Ron mumbled.

“No, no, it’s fine. I just don’t know how to describe it,” Hermione seemed pensive, as if she hadn’t quite given up the pursuit of properly describing the feeling.

“Right.”

“Returning to Hogwarts always used to bring about this sense of peace, like I was where I belonged. It felt more like home than my parent’s house after a while, and now..” Hermione shook her head as her words trailed off. Ron thought he saw a blush tinge her cheeks before she looked away.

Despite her lack of ability in describing the situation, Ron still understood what she was trying to say. It wasn’t something he thought about a lot, but hearing Hermione try to put it in words shed a whole new light on the feeling. Her words reflected the feeling he’d had about staying at Grimmauld Place, or going to the Burrow on Sunday dinners. There was an emptiness there that should have been filled with the comfort of being home, but instead it resembled the feeling of being separated from Hermione during the hunt.

The words formed on his lips as the feeling he couldn’t describe for the longest time suddenly became as clear as day.

“Now it’s like being ‘home’ isn’t about the place at all.”

Hermione looked at Ron with a peculiar gaze. “What do you mean?”

“When I—” a lump lodged in his throat as Ron forced himself to discuss the subject of him leaving the hunt a year ago, “—when I came back, the tent felt like home. I didn’t understand it then because it didn’t make sense to me. We were in the middle of nowhere, but I felt content even though Snatchers could have taken us at any moment. But now, after talking about Hogwarts, it does makes sense. I didn’t realize it before, but that constant unsettled feeling I felt when I left came back after you boarded the Hogwarts Express in September.”

Realization crossed Hermione’s face as she listened to Ron’s explanation. “You’re right!”

“I—what?” He was?

“Everything you described. It felt the same for me! Even during the summers when I’d go home, it never felt right. But when I’d come to stay with you at the Burrow—” Hermione paused as her face lit up. “Of course! I’ve read about it in books, but I never thought—”

“Hermione,” Ron interrupted, hoping to speed her thought process along.

Instead of speaking, she grinned at him before throwing her arms around his neck, causing him to fall backward onto his pillows. Ron’s arms wrapped around her waist to take her with him. Hermione’s lips pressed fervently against his as she sighed into his mouth. Everything felt right again, and Ron tried his hardest not to think about how he was going to let her go again in two short weeks.

Finally, she finished the thought he’d cut her off from before. “Home stopped being a place when you came into my life. It doesn’t matter where I am. As long as you’re with me, I’m where I’m meant to be.”

She took the words right out of his mouth and the feeling right out of his chest. Ron pulled Hermione closer, lifting his head to kiss her forehead. “Think we could appeal that logic to McGonagall to allow you to commute from Grimmauld Place until June?”

Laughter bubbled up between them at the absurdity of the thought. “I wish.”

Ron looped his arm around her as he flipped them around so he had the top vantage point. “Well, then we better not waste any time making up for the next few months, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.”

[winnetou-oldshatterhand]

That scene with Nscho-tschi in the bushes

So yeah, I collected and translated a few versions of that scene I wrote. For completeness’ sake: The first one is Karl May’s version, also translated by me.

Then we have a scene from my fic Das Buch, two scenes from a WIP with time loops that probably won’t make sense without context and at the end a little something about sibling banter written by someone with no siblings lol. That one is just for fun and written in about fifteen minutes max.

Original: (translated by me, from Winnetou 1 as on the Karl May website. Page ca 436)

I was already in the process of reaching out with my hand when something Winnetou said stopped me.

„Should I fetch him?“, he asked, whispering.

„No“, Nscho-tschi answered. „He will come.“

„He won't.“

„He will!“

„My sister errs. He has learnt everything very quickly; but your trace passes through the air. How is he meant to find it?“

„He will find it. My brother Winnetou has told me that Old Shatterhand is impossible to lead astray already. Why is he now claiming the opposite?“

„Because today he is facing the hardest task possible. His eye will find any trace; yours, however, is only to be found with his mind, and he hasn't learnt that yet.“

„Still, he will come, for he can do anything he wants.“

She merely whispered those words, and yet there was such confidence, such trust in her tone, I could have been proud of it

„Yes, I have never met a man who so easily learns new skills. Still, one thing remains he will never learn, and Winnetou feels deeply sorry about it.“

„What is it?“

„The wish all of us share.“

Just then I had wanted to make them aware of my presence; but Winnetou spoke of a wish, something that stopped me in my tracks. What wish would I not have loved to fulfill for those good, kind people! They had one and weren't telling me because they didn't believe I would fulfill it. Maybe now I would hear what it was. Therefore I stayed silent and listened.

„Has my brother Winnetou already talked to him about it?“ asked Nscho-tschi.

„No“, replied Winnetou.

„And Intschu tschuna, our father, hasn't either?“

„No. He wanted to tell him but I wouldn't allow it.“

„Not? Why? Nscho-tschi loves this white man deeply; she is the daughter of the supreme chieftain of the Apaches!”

„That she is, and more besides, much more. Every red warrior and every white man would be glad if my sister wanted to be his squaw, everyone but Old Shatterhand.“

„How can my brother Winnetou know this if he hasn't talked to him about it?“

„I know it anyways because I know him. He is not like other white men, he has higher wants than them. He will not take an Indian woman as squaw.“

„Has he said that?“

„No.“

„Does his heart belong to a white woman?“

„Neither.“

„You know this for sure?“

„Yes. We spoke of white women and from his words I understood that his heart hadn't spoken yet.“

„So it will speak for me!“

„My sister mustn't deceive herself! Old Shatterhand thinks and feels differently than you believe. If he chooses a squaw she must be amongst women what he is amongst men.“

„And I am not?“

„Amongst the red girls, yes; no one is equal to my beautiful sister. But what have you seen and heard? What have you learnt? You know how women live amongst our people but nothing of what white women must have learnt, must know. Old Shatterhand looks not for the glimmer of gold, nor for beauty of a face; he looks for things he will not find in a red girl.“

She lowered her head and stayed silent. So he lovingly caressed her cheek and said:

„It hurts me, breaking my good sister's heart, but Winnetou is used to always speaking the truth, even if it is a sad truth. Maybe he knows a way on which Nscho-tschi might reach the goal for which she strives.“

Upon hearing this she rapidly lifted her head and said:

„Which way is this?“

„The one leading to the cities in the East.“

„That's where I should go, you think?“

„Yes.“

„Why?“

„To learn what you must know and be capable of if Old Shatterhand is supposed to love you.“

„So I will go, and soon, very soon! Will my brother Winnetou grant me a wish?“

„Which one?“

„Talk to Intschu tschuna, our father, about this! Ask him to let me go to the cities in the East! He won't say no, he - - -“

That was all I heard, as I started crawling back silently. It felt like sin, having listened to the sibling's talk. If only they didn't notice me now! What shame for them, and even more so for me! Now, on my retreat, it was even more important to remain careful than on my approach. The slightest noise, the smallest coincidence, was enough to betray my knowledge of the beautiful Indian woman's secret. And in that case I would have to leave my red friends the very same day.

The Book: (Winnetou decides to read Winnetou 1)

Of course Charley described their last practice, the last test in detail. He had done incredibly well, many more experienced warriors would have taken longer to find the trace.

Wait a moment – Charley had attempted to sneak up on them? Winnetou vividly remembered him approaching them from the opposite side of the clearing. His brother had overheard him talking to Nscho-tschi? How could they not have noticed? Apparently he didn't have every right to criticize careless young warriors if he himself had paid that little attention.

Of course, he knew why he hadn't been paying attention. His plan had been to tell Nscho-tschi about his own feelings for Charley while they were sitting in the bushes, waiting. Telling her the true reason why he hadn't brought up her feelings for his brother. He had changed his mind at the very last second – a choice he was feeling eminently grateful for in hindsight.

Maybe his reaction to Nscho-tschi's words had been a little harsh but he had been jealous, pessimistic and his own heart had already been broken. Of course he had wanted to wish them all the best, his sister and his friend, but he hadn't known what exactly Charley wanted. His assumptions had gone towards someone just as perfect, as smart, as educated.

But back to the book. The wish he had meant, the wish he had refused to elaborate on was one his brother still hadn't fulfilled. To simply remain in the West, at Winnetou's side, with the Apaches. Of course the rest of his family had wanted Charley to stay as Nscho-tschi's husband, he himself would have preferred that didn't happen, though he'd never have said that. So his words sounded supportive, his deeds were less so. Sometimes Winnetou wished for his sister's confidence, but how could he ever hope his brother's heart would speak for him.

Maybe if he'd been less harsh, if he'd reacted differently to his sister's pain, anything but quickly suggesting education in the cities of the East, maybe his family would still be alive, maybe they'd never have met Santer.

Winnetou still felt surprised that he'd so entirely missed Charley's approach and retreat. Regardless of his heartache, you couldn't pay that little attention. Had it been an enemy both of them would have died. Still, why would Charley have felt he had to leave them over this conversation? Shame of overhearing them and still not reciprocating Nscho-tschi's feelings? That wasn't his fault, no one could control their heart.

After Nscho-tschi had asked to be allowed into the cities of the East, Winnetou had gotten lost in his thoughts. He had worried for her, considered the prejudices she would encounter, all for some vague hope. Their father hadn't been able to deny them any major wishes, not since they had lost their mother, not since he had lost the love of his life.

As of yet unpublished time travel/time loop fic 1:

Maybe it was a mistake, following the script his memories provided, but as of yet he hadn't woken up in the past again... Still, Charley didn't know if he could repeat all of his actions from back then, not identically at least. He had changed.

In spite of his twinging conscience Charley hid back behind that same bush in which he knew the siblings were hiding. It was truly remarkable that he had managed to succeed in sneaking up on Winnetou – a feat that had never been easy, neither in the past nor in the present.

„Should I fetch him?“, Winnetou asked, whispering.

„No“, answered Nscho-tschi, „He will come.“

„He won't come.“

„He will!“

„My sister errs. He has learnt quickly, astonishingly so; but your trace goes through the air itself. How is he meant to find it?“

„He will find it. My brother Winnetou told me himself, Old Shatterhand can no longer be deceived. Why is he contradicting his own words?“

„Because this is the hardest possible task. His eye may find any trace; but yours can only be found with thought. Winnetou doesn't know if his brother has learnt that already.“

Maybe it was his imagination, but Charley felt as if Winnetou had just a little bit more trust in him. Barely there, but something had changed.

„He will come, he can do anything he puts his mind to.“

Nscho-tschi whispered this, like she did back then, her voice full of trust.

„Yes, I have never known a man who is as skilled in everything he touches. There is just one thing he won't do, and Winnetou is terribly sorry about it.“

„What are you talking about?“

„The wish we all share.“

The wish to take Nscho-tschi as a wife – Charley didn't want that, true. If the wish was him staying in the West, well, he was planning on it. Last time he had desperately wanted to figure out which wish to fulfill but no one had ever told him. Would they speak of their wish now?

„Has my brother spoken to him?“, Nscho-tschi asked.

„No“, Winnetou replied.

„And Instschu tschuna, our father, has he asked?“

„No. He wanted to tell him but I refused.“

„You refused? Why? Nscho-tschi loves him, he respects our culture and knows our language; and she is the Apache chieftain's daughter!“

„She is, yes, and she is more than that. Every red warrior and every white man would be happy to have my sister as his squaw. Everyone but Old Shatterhand.“

Winnetou was right about that, unfortunate as it was, Nscho-tschi was not someone who would make him happy, regardless of her skills or beauty.

„How can my brother Winnetou know this, if he hasn't talked to him about it?“

„I know it anyways, I know him. He is not like other white people, he wants freedom. He will not marry.“

„But if his heart speaks? If it speaks for me?“

„My sister must not lie to herself! If Old Shatterhand chooses a squaw she will be amongst women as he is amongst men. He wants to travel. He won't stay.“

She lowered her head and remained silent. Seeing that he lovingly stroked her cheek and said:

„It hurts me to be breaking my sister's heart, but Winnetou will always speak the truth, even if it is not a happy one.“

Nscho-tschi paused a while longer before she suggested: „I could go to the cities in the East, learn, what Klekih-Petra meant to teach us. Learn what Old Shatterhand would want in a squaw, learn his culture as he learnt ours. Not just for him.“

„Winnetou knows Nscho-tschi wouldn't head to the East just to change for a man. She may like Old Shatterhand but what she really wants is to find a way for us to survive.“

Charley was glad to hear as much. He knew her love for him had little hope of ever being requited. She was a beautiful woman, a good friend, but once upon a time he had married a beautiful woman whom he had appreciated as a friend and as a person. Neither of them had been truly happy.

If anyone could find a way to preserve the Mescalero culture Nscho-tschi was surely one of the best candidates. But she had to die. This was his hell and there was nothing he could do.

This was everything he needed to hear so it was time to head back out of the bush and greet his friends openly.

As of yet unpublished time travel/time loop fic 2:

Those hunts and practices that once filled their first months together were fun now, not schooling. Charley proved himself over and over, proved that he knew his way around the West. Rather than painstakingly learning culture and language of the Mescaleros from Nscho-tschi he helped her teach what Klekih-Petra used to teach. He made friends with other warriors, sat with them at night to talk about the hunt for buffalo and bears. He listened to them talking about their squaws and children.

He was more part of the tribe than he had ever been in his first life.

This time when Charley got the task to find Nscho-tschi after Winnetou carried her he didn't listen in on them. He would be fine, regardless of what they were planning. If they wanted something they needed to tell him.

This time he entered the clearing openly, calling them out of the bushes straight away. Winnetou clearly showed his surprise at the speed at which they had been found, proud of the brother who had barely ever been his student as far as he remembered.

A new one with actual banter as a treat: (this is pretty much crack)

As I slowly and carefully crawled towards the bush I knew Winnetou and Nscho-tschi to be hiding in I began hearing furious whispers.

„You never let me spend time with him alone!“, Nscho-tschi was accusing her brother.

„Well I met him first! He's my blood brother, my friend first!“

„That doesn't mean you're his only friend!“

„Of course not, shut up!“

„You shut up!“

I had never witnessed the siblings quite so relaxed, even in their argument there was no malice behind their words.

„Nscho-tschi do this, Nscho-tschi do that, Nscho-tschi I don't want to play with you, Nscho-tschi ate all the berries daddy!“

„Oh shush you did eat those berries.“

„You're just jealous he wants to spend time with me too!“

She seemed to be poking his side as she was talking.

„Seriously Nscho-tschi, shush – if we keep this up Charley will find us just by hearing us talk!“

„You started it... But fine.“

And certainly, the siblings quieted down. Of course, I had already found them, not because of their noise, but they wouldn't believe that if I showed myself now.

It was strange, listening to them tease each other like I had witnessed my sisters argue about dolls and playmates, argue like I had argued with my siblings about everything and nothing at all. Winnetou had always seemed so regal, so otherworldly. He was human though, just like the rest of us.

As if on cue, Winnetou whispered a last time: „This is not going to be a Fort Tennessee situation, clear?“

Whatever he had meant with that, it was time for me to retreat.

[luvlyrv]

Manage My Feelings | Yeri x Fem!Manager!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You didn’t expect to become a manager for Red Velvet, and you certainly didn’t expect to develop feelings for a certain member.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I hope that you find some of the dialogue awfully cheesy lol. I’ll try writing again over the weekend but again, I don’t know how much time I have which is why I’m uploading this now. Enjoy!

Date: 2/3/21

Five girls longue about in a back room, patiently waiting for their turn to perform on stage. The idle chatter between them and some staff was briefly interrupted when Jihoon, one of their managers. opened the door. Jihoon walked in with an unfamiliar girl behind him. They both walked in front of the give girls and stopped.

"Hello, I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you all." You say with a polite bow. The girls look up at you with faces full of interest. Jihoon continued to your introduction for you.

"As you know, Minseo left her position as your manager a week ago. Y/N is here to fill in that place and help you with your activities. Please make her feel welcomed." Jihoon says before taking his leave, busy with tasks much more important than welcoming a new manager.

You're left in a room filled with strangers, but luckily the idols in front of you didn't hesitate to introduce themselves, as well as the other staff in the room. You feel a bit dazed by the beauty of the girls. You've never really worked nor kept up with the idol industry before, but now you'll have to be working 24/7 to make sure their schedules are in check.

Judging by the kind smiles they give you though, at least you'll be working with people who wouldn't be a pain. Although you already know their names from the files you were given, you still listen attentively as they introduced yourself. The one that catches your attention most though, is the youngest member. While the rest gave you professional and friendly-enough introductions, Yerim seemed lighthearted and giggly when speaking to you.

The other managers and staff that worked closely with the idol group were mostly friendly as well. You note that some of them don't really care for your presence, or maybe even actively disliked it, but you felt like you could shrug it off considering you've worked with worse. Soon enough though, the girls are called on stage. You would say your time with them was cut short, but you'd be spending most of your day to day life within their presence anyways.

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It's been two months since you started working as a manager for Red Velvet, and it's been tough. You wake up at obscene hours, having only fallen asleep a couple hours before rising again. Most of your time is spent behind the wheel, trying your hardest to drive the members safely while being dead tired. The other part of the time was spent contacting other managers, directors, photographers, brand ambassadors, and more to recheck schedules.

You had very little downtime. To be fair, the girls didn't either. Even during your downtime, many times you had to be there to supervise the girls. You felt bad that neither of you truly had time to yourselves. The time spent together though at least built a sense of trust between all of you. For you, not only was it your job to care for the girls, but it felt like as a friend you had to care for them too. Which was why when you heard quiet sobs through the bathroom door you softly knocked.

"Hey, everything alright in there?" You ask with a voice filled with worry. All you got in response was muffled sniffles.

"Take your time. I'll be out here whenever you wanna talk." You give offer up a chat and without an explicit no you decide to just wait outside. After a couple minutes you hear the soft creak of the door opening. Slowly, you watch as Yerim slips out of the bathroom. Her eyes quickly scan the area and they land on you.

Your eyes softened at the sight of Yerim with puffy and red eyes. You walk towards her and carefully reach out. She doesn't turn away from your touch when your hand rests on your shoulder.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me about? I'm here to listen." Yeri looks down at the floor and leans forward, resting her head on your chest.

"I'm sorry. I just can't handle it sometimes." She mumbles into your chest. Your arms begin to envelop her body as you pull her closer.

"There's nothing you should apologize for." You try to reassure her. "Is it the comments?" You whisper into her ear. She nods and you pat her back.

"I know I shouldn't read them, but they're so easy to spot."

"Hey hey, I know. I don't blame you. It's not like you can close your eyes to everything. It's their fault that they spend so much time trying to hurt you." Your pats become calming strokes. Your heart breaks a little. As much as the girls tried to hide it, the stress from the never-ending scrutiny got to them sometimes. Especially for Yerim who entered the industry so young. You found that despite the fact it had been years since her debut, some would insist that she didn't belong. There were many other instances where people would just criticize her for being herself too.

The two of stay that way for a while. You feel your shirt starting to get wet, but you don't mind. Instead, you stand there for as long as Yerim needed. You knew that sometimes words don't mean much. Sometimes you already know how you should react or handle something, but that didn't take away from the feelings coursing through you. So you let Yerim cry it all out, hoping that it would eventually make her feel better.

After a couple minutes Yerim finally lifted her face. There are glistening streaks on her face and you carefully wipe them away for her with a handkerchief. You give her a small smile.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes to you again. You shake your head at her.

"Don't be." It seems like she's finally able to smile again as she mutters a small thank you. She leaves your hug and tries to recollect herself.

"If you want to, you can go shopping with Sooyoung. I came over because she wanted me to drive her." You say in hopes that the activity would brighten her mood. Although it takes a while for her to think about it she nods her head yes.

"Just give me some time to get ready to head out first."

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As time passes, you feel like Yerim is the member that you're closest to. You're friendly with all of them of course, but it seems like you were there with Yerim the most. Without her knowing it you quickly became her favorite manager too. It wasn't very frequently that they would be assigned a manager so close to their age.

Yerim decides to sit next to you during a staff dinner and you scoot over to give her some space. She's thankful for the dim lighting of the restaurant as she feels her face heating up. She opens her mouth as you feed her without a second thought, letting her try the dishes you ordered. She wonders if it's all in her head, but she feels like you always give a little more attention to doting on her needs.

"Yerim?" Your voice suddenly pierces through her thoughts. She refocuses and looks at you.

"Hm?" She asks, not knowing what you said before. She was too spaced out thinking about you to realize you had been talking to her.

"I was asking if you wanted to wear my jacket. You seem to be freezing." Once again Yerim sees the familiar caring look on your face. She didn't even realize that her body had been shivering under the now blasting air conditioner of the restaurant.

"I don't want you to get cold." She tries to argue with you, but you begin taking off your jacket anyways. You cover her bare shoulders with it.

"I'm more worried about you." You say it with a smile, enjoying the look of Yerim wearing your jacket. You go back to eating your meal and chatting with the other managers as Yerim looks back down at her plate. She smiles, glad that you ended up giving her your jacket anyways. Most of all she enjoyed the soft smell of you that now covered her body.

The night goes on. Everyone was having fun and things were running smoothly up until the alcohol started being set on the table. Considering that the staff dinner was hosted in celebration for their most recent win, you supposed it wasn't a surprise that everyone started drinking. Seulgi and Sooyoung ended up drunk. Meanwhile Joohyun and Seungwan only seemed lightly buzzed, much more aware of their tolerance and unwilling to deal with the aftermath that they'd face tomorrow.

Yerim on the other-hand was much worse for wear. Her head was resting on your shoulder as she mumbled about random things. The rowdiness of the night seemed to finally die down. Some other managers began to help round the girls into the van. With Yerim pressed against you though, you said you'd catch up with them soon as you gently began to lift her up.

She refused to leave her seat at first, stating that her butt felt warm and she didn't wanna leave the soft cushion. After enough budging though you finally got her standing. Although she had trouble and continued to lean on you for balance. Since it took so long to even make Yerim begin to move, everyone else had already cleared.

You drag Yerim along with you as you walk out in the street. The parking lot is a considerable distance away, but you don't mind. You look at your side, appreciating the golden glow casted on Yerim's face by the street lamps. You watch as her eyelashes flutter and then her head moves. She looks at you and a big smile grows on her face.

"You're really pretty, Y/N." She whispers and giggles. Your feet suddenly stop. You had no idea how to respond.

"Is… is that so?" You ask and laugh a bit at the end. There was heat creeping up your neck.

"Yeah. You're the prettiest when you look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the only person in the world." You're sure you're as red as a tomato now. Your stomach is flooded with butterflies as you stare into Yerim's eyes closely. There's something mischievous with the way she's smirking at you right now. Something sparkling in her eyes.

"Do you like it when I do that?" It's a genuine question. You wonder that with Yerim drunk, she'd say and admit things you weren't sure she would otherwise. She tugs on your arm and makes you turn to face her.

"Yes. I do." Before you can respond she kisses you. The slight taste of alcohol is on her lips as you make contact. You gently push her off of you, not wanting her to have her kiss you when she wasn't thinking the clearest. She gives you a sad look as and whines.

"Do you not like me?" She asks with tears threatening to spew out.

"Of course I do." You smile at her. You raise a hand to caress her redden cheeks and your finger lightly grazes her bottom lip. You opt to kiss her forehead rather than her lips. "I just don't want you to do anything foolish."

You continue escorting Yerim to the van. When you enter, no one questions how clingy she was being.

*

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It's the morning after. You knock on Yerim's door with a glass of water and some pain medication in your other hand. After a few seconds you hear the sounds of some muffled footsteps before the door was opened. Yerim's head appeared in the small opening she created. She looked at you for a few seconds before leaving the door opened and falling back onto her bed.

You follow after her, closing the door behind you when you enter her room. You bring the glass of water to Yerim's face and she drinks a couple large gulps. You show her the tablets of medicine in your hand and she plucks them off, grabbing the glass and downing it with them.

"Thanks." She says with a slightly scratchy morning voice.

"Mhm." You hum and nod before sitting on the side of her bed. You stare at the furniture that she had around her room before Yerim started speaking again.

"Did I do something last night?"

"You did a lot of things last night." You tease her with vagueness.

"But did I do something I'd regret?" She asks with a scared tone. You stop looking around her room and stare at her instead.

"If liking me and having me like you back is something you'd regret, then yes, you very much did." You say with a smile. Yerim quickly looks away from you before taking a deep breath in and out.

"Did I try kissing you?"

"You did, but I'd rather kiss you when you know that you're kissing me. Like this." You lean over to her and gently grab her face, pulling it towards you. "May I?" Yerim nods.

You kiss her, and you'd like to consider it your true first kiss together. You feel her lips tugging up into a smile before you pull away. You knew things would be hard. With Yerim being an idol and you as her manager. When you look at Yerim's face brimming with happiness though, you can't help but to think that it'd be worth it to try.

[f0xfordcomma]

Hello!! Happy FFWF!! Is there anything in particular that you find hard to write? Are there any WIPs that you've just absolutely given up on cause you think it'll go nowhere?? (would you share a bit of it? :D)

Croisty! Happy ffw tuesday (which tbh is earlier than I thought I'd be able to do these, so be proud of me lol)

I wish I had more to go off of in my writing portfolio to answer this question, but I think the thing I have the hardest time writing/ have avoided writing in my wips is just unfettered angst or like horror/ violence. Like character death? Gore? Fight scenes? (ooooh baby I SUCK at fight scenes) all of /that/ is just not really my forte as a writer. Don't get me wrong, I am not opposed to hurting my characters, but hurt/comfort is more where its at for me. You've read my stuff, so you know how emotionally driven a lot of my writing is. I think I would have a hard time writing more graphic/ heartbreaking/ violent *stuff* in my style. Idk, it would probably be a good thing for me to practice.... but.... I don't wanna (hands on hips) sooooo I'm not planning to really do anything quite like that anytime soon.

As far as abandoned wips go, I've got plentyyyy (or just verrrrrrry dusty wips that are not quite abandoned but are sitting very patiently on the shelf waiting for me to have the time to get back to them) Violent/ angsty/ deathy/ fighty abandoned wips though? Not so much.

But for you, mon petit croissant, have a bit of a miraculous ladybug reveal fic that I wrote one night after having a little ~ouid~ and convincing my husband to put on a sheet face mask with me that I now have no intention of finishing (oops, rip me).

okaaaaayyy so this is actually pretty dang long lol but I'm going to share the whole thing with you because I just re-read it for the first time in months and its pretty funny ~if you ask me~ so anyway... under the cut <3

NIGHT OFF

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a totally crazy idea to take a night off.

Besides, Shadowmoth’s akumatizations had slowed down considerably in the past few months, and he rarely ever sent out two akumas in one day. The battle that she and Chat had fought that morning was brutal, but they’d come out victorious against HoneyBadger. Still, the fight had left her exhausted and wound up. Shadowmoth was planning something, she was sure of it. She just couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out what it was.

Ladybug was stressed.

Add to that, the fact that end-of-term exams were starting up next week and she’d not had nearly enough time during dead week to actually cram. Something about black butterflies and cranky kwamis and a cheeky cat (who, in recent weeks, had been considerably less cheeky.) Not to mention, she had been receiving an awful lot of memes, seemingly without preamble, from Paris’ favorite male model. Nino thought it was hilarious. Alya thought it was suspicious. Marinette thought it was confusing.

Marinette was stressed.

All of it was stressful.

*

Alya knew when her best friend was stressed. She could usually gauge the amount of Marinette’s exasperation by the frequency with which her bangs went flying from her face, propelled by a huff and a heavy sigh. Right now, Marinette’s bangs were a mess.

“Okay, girl. You need a night off.”

“What? No, I’m fine! Really! Plus, I can’t really afford to take a night off right now, Alya… I don’t know what Shadowmoth ha—”

“Yeah, no. I’m stopping you right there. For the next twenty-four hours, this space is a Ladybug-talk free zone,” she gestured vaguely around her bedroom, which was scattered with printouts and pictures that Marinette had brought over to work on nailing down Hawkmoth’s possible location using Alya’s beloved akuma-map. “I know, I know. It pains me more than it pains you, truly. But I’m doing this for you. Tonight: you, me, drinks, distractions. You are taking a night off.”

“But Alya! What if—”

“Hush, you know that’s incredibly unlikely. And, in the event of this IF you are so set on, you know that cat boy and I will have your back. Even drunk ladybugs can purify akumas when they have the clawed crusaders on their side.”

“I can’t believe you gave in to his silly nickname.”

“It is a badass nickname and you are just jealous that we bonded.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m annoyed.”

“Mhmm… keep telling yourself that, girl. Now, back to the matter at hand: what kind of drunk do you want to get tonight? Classy or trashy? I still have that peach stuff from last month, but if we are thinking classy I might need to call in the reserves to get us some decent wine.”

“You won’t need to call in anybody, Al, because I am definitely not getting drunk tonight.”

“Night off, Marinette. Drunkenness is a prerequisite.”

“Can’t we just watch movies or something? I really don’t know if that’s too good of an idea…”

“Girl, we watch movies every night. This is a night off. Don’t think I don’t see you stressing all throughout movie night every week, anyway. You need to take your mind off Ladybug,” she gestured at the mess that had consumed her bedroom. “And get your mind back on Marinette. Superhero or no, you’re still a teenage girl who is supposed to be enjoying the last few months of college.”

Marinette pouted.

“Stop pouting. You know you deserve to have normal girl fun.”

“But Alya I—”

“No buts.” An unnervingly devious look crossed Alya’s face. “Unless it is your butt in that pair of skinny jeans that you and I both know you-know-who loves. Boys will be here in twenty. Get to it, girl.”

Marinette just gaped at her. She didn’t even notice that Alya had grabbed her phone, but alas, there was the tell-tale ping.

Alya Cesaire → Akuma class OGs chat

Alya: anyone down for a little last minute get together—my door is open and my bar is stocked

Nino: HELL YEAH babe!

NL: got a new mix i’ve been meaning to show you… so entertainments on me fam!

Alix: This thing got an itinerary or just drunkenness for drunkenness sake?

Alya: the latter, natch.

Alix: Sick! Count me in.

Kim: same!

Rose: Do you need us to bring anything?

Alya: anything you feel like sharing

Alya: otherwise, just yourselves!

Alya: Agreste~you better bring us some of that expensive shit that i know your pops keeps somewhere in that castle of yours

Alya: no fancy wine, no admittance

Alya: the rest of you peasants just bring wtvr

Adrien: uhhhhhhhhhh

Adrien: ALYA

Adrien: dang it! You know I feel obligated to steal wine from my dad’s cellar now

Adrien: do you know how scary my dad is!!!??

Nino: DUDEEEE

Nino: DO IT you wont!

Adrien: shuddup Nino

Marinette: Adrien you totally don’t have to! Alya is just being **extra** Alya today

Alya: i plan a night off for this girl

Alya: and this is the thanks i get??????

Alya: can ya’ll believe this?

Alya: ridiculous

Zoe: UTTERLY RIDICULOUS

Adrien: utterly ridic

Adrien: dangit

Zoe: lol first! sorry adrien

Marinette: ugh ty I guess Als xxxxx

Alya: awe she DOES care, youre welcome babe!

Alya: so sunshine… about that wine?

Adrien: yeah yeah yeah

Adrien: use my people pleasing against me why dontcha

Alya: gladly <3

“Alya, stop bullying Adrien.”

“No way, girl. Giving that boy a task is the only way to ensure he shows up. Speaking of which… butt, jeans, go, now!”

The doorbell rang. Nino had perfected the quickest route to Alya’s house from every part of Paris years ago. Yes, he was whipped; and yes, he was proud of it.

“ALYA! I have to clean all of this up and I have to go home to get those jeans that you’re so dead set on and…”

“No you don’t. Kaalki?”

“Right here, Ms. Rouge.”

“YOU USED VOYAGE TO BRING ME JEANS?”

“No way girl! Don’t be silly. Kaalki and Roaar just volunteered to be my errand kwamis.”

“You guys do realize that I am the guardian, right?”

“Of course, that’s why we worked so hard to get everything that you need for tonight.”

“I—you… wait is this my good bra? How did you—”

“Us kwamis pay attention, Marinette.” Tikki cuddled up to her cheek.

“Et tu, Tikki?”

The ladybug kwami just giggled and made her way to the pile of papers scattered across Alya’s bed, starting to organize them back into neat stacks.

“Night. Off.” Alya punctuated each word with a shove and a smack on the bum, directing Marinette toward the bathroom and shutting her in to get ready while she got the door for Nino.

[endverse]

Ask a gif maker: 7, 18, 27

ty for sending these sorry I took so long!!! I went to sleep lol

7. Your favourite graphic and or gif by someone else

the hardest question of all time!!!!!!!!!!! I don't do monthly favorite posts because it is truly a daunting task for me to pick favorites.

was about to cop out of answering this but then I realized it's this post by @nuntox who unfortunately left the fandom but that edit is literally IT

18. What is your go to adjustment / PSD for colouring?

I don't have a base psd and there's multiple adjustments I always use. but I guess the main or most important ones for me are curves and saturation.

19. Advice you’d give yourself when you were starting out?

stop being obsessed with smooth gifs. it doesn't look good. you may like it now but you're wrong.

[coralstudiies]

hello everyone! I got an ask from an anon asking for tips on time management so i decided to type this out before school starts heheh…

poor time management and procrastination, unfortunately, plague just about all of us lol. people with a short attention span (like me) and who are pretty much always on their phone (me again) and who hate scheduling are the most susceptible to these.

over the years i struggled with time management(studying the night before the exam 🤙🏼) but! these are some tips that have helped me in scheduling, avoiding procrastination and improving time management.

1. Write it down

as always, we’re starting with BEFORE the actual task. write all tasks, assignments, projects and homework, test dates down somewhere (notebook preferably so that you dont lose it. it doesn’t have to be your bujo and you do not have to start a bujo for this specific reason!!!) and write the deadlines. this is subconscious pressure to do work once you get home. also, since you can see everything, it’s easier to schedule it out later

2. Use travel time

i cannot stress this enough!!!! sorry that it appears in all my tips posts but it truly is very useful. for short commutes, review the content you’ve learnt so that when you start on your homework, you’ve already got the hang of it. ie you dont struggle to understand the chapter and be put off from finishing your work because you hate it. long commutes can be used to complete work itself. i like to place some books and a file under my worksheet while i write (if i have a seat lol) or you can take this time to plan your time in greater detail

3. Actually plan your time

you dont have to fancy it up with like, brush pens and highlighters. just do something on google sheets or excel. divide the day into appropriate blocks of time.

for me, since i use a focus timer (50+10 or 100+20, rare cases i do 120 with a long break after that) i keep my days in 1hr blocks. so i’d block in about 1hour after i reach home to chill, clean up and so on, 2hrs for homework and the remaining time can be divided by hour/2hours to complete my work. you can tweak the timings to work for you but so far this one suits me pretty well.

4. NEVER RUSH YOUR HOMEWORK AND REVISION WHEN PLANNING!!!!

i repeat, never rush. because when you give only, say, one hour to review 3 chapters and you fail to do so within that time limit, you feel demoralised and hence, will not want to work more. this is a very common issue i believe. sometimes i would rush revise and when i couldnt stick to the timelines, i’ll feel so defeated that i’ll probably binge watch youtube to cure my self-pity LOL

give yourself an ample amount of time. Assign one or two hours a day as ‘delay time’ (this was my free time) so that you can catch up on anything that unfortunately, you couldn’t finish. Assign one day of the week to be the ‘delay day’ -- anything that you cant finish the week before, do it now. this means that you can still ‘save’ your plan even if it screwed up somewhere along the way. it works wonders, believe me! i used to have ‘delay hours’ after training where i would (ahem sadly) study from 2330-0030 if i needed to. while i was tired, i always got my work done.

5. Prioritise

this one needs no explanation. i usually choose which task to start on based on a combination of deadline+importance+graded/non-graded. i start early for graded assignments because they count towards my semester’s final grade and i want to hand up the best quality work i can. find a system which works for you! note: start project work and large assignments early.

you can assign simple tasks first to start the ball rolling, and proceed with harder tasks.

alternatively, if you’re at your prime focus, start with the hardest and scale down to the simple.

6. Make good use of holidays + Wake up early

ok i used to game a LOT and go to training a LOT (still happens now lol) during holidays but i wouldnt get any of my holiday work done.

do your holiday homework first. schedule your time well, and maybe stay home and resist the urge to go out for the first 5 days. finish all your work (again, schedule well) with breaks in between.

thereafter, schedule maybe 3-5 hours a day to revise. if you’re going out with friends, i’d suggest you wake up early to study because once you come home you’re usually dead tired HAHA

so how early is early?? during my o levels study break i would wake up at 0330 (yes, for real) but i slept at 2130 every night. so thats 6 hours of sleep wew but AT LEAST i was very productive. think about it this way: waking up early to study at 0330 makes you more productive than studying till 0330. you don’t have to wake up THIS early, but preferably early enough when the sky’s still dark so that you can fit in those extra hours. DO NOT sacrifice sleep. that’s why you can see i’m still sleeping my usual amount, albeit sleeping and waking earlier.

more perks of waking up early: its quiet outside, the air is cool, your mind gets into the ‘get shit done’ mode, and if you absolutely have to use your phone to search something up, your social media probably won’t be pinging. in other words, early mornings are actually a great time to study! remember to eat something though :>

7. Remove all distractions to prevent possible procrastination

YES i know this is the dreaded one. lock your phone somewhere inconvenient and put the key outside your room. or if you don’t lock it make sure your phone is far away from you as possible. please i know how deadly your phone can get so just put it away.

if you find yourself drifting away and looking at something else, remove that.

alternatively, change up your study environment. you don’t have to go to the library or something (you can if you want to). this is as simple as studying in a different part of the house. a new environment helps to ‘prick’ my mind and help me ignore distractions. i dont know if this is scientifically proven but oh well, worth a try.

8. 2-minute rule

this is something i picked up from @studyquill! it’s pretty helpful (although i was skeptical at first). Tell yourself you’re only going to work for 2 minutes, which helps you get into the workflow. chances are you’ll get so into it (ok not in an excited but rather in a determined way) that you don’t feel like stopping.

if you’ve had a long day and after 2 mins you still don’t get any momentum, just stop and take a 15 min break. that means you’re really too tired and there’s no point in forcing yourself to complete your work.

9. Use reminders

set reminders on your phone for the tasks you need to do. for example, if you’ve planned to start work at 1500, set the reminder to ring 5 minutes before so you have time to gather all your stuff and ready yourself to do work. no excuses!!

set reminders for your breaks as well! those are equally important.

10. Reward yourself

if everything you need to do is done, give yourself a pat on the back. have you been extremely productive? great, treat yourself to your favourite drink/snack. honestly i feel like many of our brains function on the ‘reward’ system. if we reward ourselves for a job well done, we’ll be more willing to complete tasks and stay on time in the future (the brain thinks there’s a reward coming)

remember to take care of your mental health as well! this is one good way to ensure you don’t end up mentally exhausted.

Apps to help with time management

1. Tide - focus timer, meditation, beautiful and calming soundtracks (my fav!)

2. Pendo - everything in one tbh, schedule, to-do list, journal etc. (my fav too!)

3. Forest - focus timer $$$ (free alternative: flora)

4. Donut Dog - focus timer

5. Todoist - minimalist to-do list

6. Minimalist - minimalist to-do list

7. Google Calender - your entire schedule

8. Todait - smart study planner

a quick search will bring out many more! note these are all available on iOS but i’m not sure about google play. you don’t need everything to be productive. i rely only on Tide, Pendo and my iPhone calender and reminders. It’s less about having many ‘tools’ and more about how you properly and wisely utilise them to boost your productivity and manage your time.

also i don't think pendo is very well-known?? so this is how its interface looks like for 'Notes':

it's pretty, simple and clean and there are several themes to choose from! i rly like it omg HAHA (not a promo)

alright that's all! hope it helped :>