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awkwardgtace · 9 months ago

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Caught Her Eye

Day 3 of gt july plush. Filled my mind with plushies. I have another idea i sorta wrote but didn't like rereading it so here's todays!

Alessia saw something as she passed by a store that she couldn't ignore.

Caught Her Eye

Alessia had never had a huge interest in plush toys. They were cute, sometimes cool. She just didn’t have a reason to want them. It was what made the fact she even walked into a store that only sold plush toys an oddity. There was just something that caught her eye today. Something that didn’t look like it belonged.

“Miss, can I help you?” an employee called. Alessia offered a smile before shaking her head.

All she had to do was go to the display and pick up the toy that stood out. She’d realize she was crazy and walk away. Of course the problem was figuring out which one it was among the identical toys. There were the usual suspects. Cats, dogs, wolves, any common animal. Alessia kept her eyes locked on the rows of cartoon bunnies and rainbow chameleons.

She had to admit they were kind of cute. It almost made it seem worth it to buy one if she did just imagine something.

“Miss, that line’s been very popular,” the employee made Alessia jump. She hadn’t noticed them come close. Just as she started to look at them, something moved. The very something she’d been waiting for. “If you’re worried they’ve been handled too much we have some in the back too.”

“How much is a bunny?” Alessia asked. There it was, but not the bunny she expected. “And a chameleon?”

“The two together? It will be about a hundred. If you want one off the shelf feel free to grab it, otherwise I’ll go get them from the back.”

“I’ll pick one out soon.”

The employee gave her a look, but walked off. Alessia rolled her eyes, of course that was the problem. This store had a history of theft obviously. It probably didn’t help that she’d been glaring at the toys the whole time. One step closer, she saw it again. The bunny first. The one that first caught her eye. As soon as she lifted it she saw the change on the chameleon again. She grabbed that one too.

A quick squeeze to each. They felt the same as any other plush toy she’d seen before. At least these two were weirdly cute. If it was her imagination maybe she’d keep them on her couch or bed. They were soft. A lot softer than her pillows.

“Have you decided, miss?” another call, another check that she wasn’t going to run off with the two. She walked to the register and placed them both down. A simple nod. The transaction went by quickly. Both plush toys were set in a bag as she left.

Alessia’s trip home was a blur. The next thing she knew she was sitting on her couch at home, staring at her purchase. At the store she was confident, but now it felt stupid. It wasn’t possible. A trick her mind played on her because of her usual disinterest. There wasn’t something moving inside them.

“Ugh,” Alessia fell to her side on the couch. This all felt like something she imagined. Probably because she was tired. A nap on the couch and then she’d put the toys somewhere. Maybe pick someone who would like them more to give them too…

“Del, are you there?” A quiet voice pulled Alessia from sleep. It didn’t seem right. Alessia tried to ignore it. Clearly her tired mind was pushing the things she saw earlier into her mind again. Maybe she was still dreaming. “Please tell me you’re there.”

The fact it continued took the dream theory away. She tried to be quiet as she opened her eyes. It took a bit for her eyes to adjust. The plushies were obvious. The thing that stood out first was the bit of stuffing in front of the chameleon. There wasn’t a rip when she picked it up.

“Ash!” Another quiet voice. A shadow moved in front of the bunny toy. Maybe a few inches tall. Too big for a bug, that’s for sure. As silently as she could, Alessia started to sit up. “Ash, I was so scared. I thought you might have been left behind!”

As she moved the bunny had movement inside it. The different colored fabric on its stomach opened and another tiny figure dropped out. The two next to each other made it obvious the new one was shorter.

“We need to find a way down. Before she wakes up.”

Alessia was up enough to reach the light. Quietly she leaned over. Click! The light came on, for just a moment she was blinded. Two soft screams of terror reached her as her eyes adjusted. The two figures backed into the bunny, nearly back inside it. It wasn’t going to hide them well. She leaned down, curious about just what was in the toys she bought.

“S-stay back!” the shorter one screamed. Long black hair and almost sickly pale skin. The taller one stepped forward with a glare. Dark brown skin and almost shaved light brown hair. Most importantly… They looked just like tiny people.

Alessia reached a hand towards them. The two immediately scrambled backwards. The taller one turned and lifted the woman into the bunny. It didn’t do much to hide her. She kept reaching forward until her fingers were close to the taller one. They kept a glare on her the entire time.

“What are you?” she whispered. A shiver ran down her spine as her fingers wrapped around the tiny frame. They were more solid than she expected. It only increased her curiosity about them. She tightened her hold as she started to pull them away.

“Stop!” the woman screamed. Alessia jumped at the voice. “Please, please don’t hurt them!”

“I wasn’t…”

The one in her hand started squirming. The glare shifted to fear. Alessia hadn’t really considered their point of view yet. She was just curious, especially about what she’d found. She kept her movements slow as she lowered the little person again. As she pulled her fingers away they burned. Almost desperate to feel the light weight again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Alessia slid forward off the couch. Careful not to jostle the table too much. “I… you’re really real. Like actually really real. I thought I was crazy.”

The woman climbed out again. She ran right up to the other. Alessia crossed her arms and rested her head on them for a pillow. The taller one pushed the woman behind them. Like this she could get a better look at the two. Make out their eyes. A piercing green on the woman. Grassy green and watery blue on the other person.

She slid a little closer. An attempt to make out their faces. Fear was an obvious thing to find. What she wasn’t expecting was how attractive she found them both. The taller one felt sturdy, but now she could see it was from muscle. The woman bled elegance and beauty despite her fear.

“Wow,” she breathed. The two didn’t move. The fear didn’t even start to wane. She chewed her lip… “I uh… I’m Alessia.”

“What are you going to do with us?” the taller one asked.

She furrowed her brows. What was she going to do with them? Tiny people were living in plush toys she bought because she saw them moving. She couldn’t take them back to the store. Maybe she could get them home, if they had a home.

“Just let us go, please,” the woman begged. “We can fix the plushies before we leave!”

“Where will you go?” Alessia said. That caused a change. Two small forms broke immediately. Confidence, fear, everything was gone. They were lost. The only answer she got was a shrug from the taller one. “Do… you want to stay here?”

The fear was back immediately. Alessia had always been overzealous. Ruined more than one relationship by her excitement to know new people or learn new things. It had never been easy to recover from. This would be the hardest one yet.

“I-I just mean, you wouldn’t take up a lot of space. It looks like you came with your bed or room or whatever. It would be pretty easy to keep an eye out on the ground for you. So why don’t you… just… stay… ” She trailed off.

The wide eyed stares kept her from even trying to recover anymore. One day she’d learn to think more about what she said. That obviously wasn’t today. She didn’t even know how the two would get around. Those thoughts died as the two started to laugh.

“I’m Delphia,” the woman said as she stepped forward. She gestured to the other person, “This is Ash.”

“Ash, Delphia,” Alessia nodded. Those names would be permanently burned into her mind. Just like those tiny faces filled with fear. She didn’t want to be why that happened again. Honestly the laughter, the smile, only made her find them both adorable.

“What do you mean by us staying here?” Ash asked. A tiny thunderstorm of a voice. Alessia already had a crush on these two. They could fit in her hand, she was insane. She’d wake up the next day, find the two plushies, and question her insane dreams.

“I guess… tiny roommates? Not sure what else you could be. Friends would work too.”

“As long as you don’t grab me again.”

Alessia opened her mouth to argue, but the smirk on Ash’s face stopped her. Delphia had a smile on her face. At the very least they were giving her a chance. She could work with that.

#gt #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #gianttiny #gt community #g/t community #gt july #g/t july #gt july plush #gt july 2024 #oc: alessia #oc: seer/delphia #oc: ash

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a-libra-writes · 2 years ago

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Zip and the reader who is a big fan of tactile affection (holding hands, putting his head on his shoulder)?

Good news, Zib's just the same! (GN with a little masc)

If you're someone who really thrives on giving and receiving physical affection, you're in the right place. Zib doesn't accept affection so much as he lets you do whatever you want, while also melting on you. All limbs and angles and ooop nope, he's not gonna stop leaning until you both fall over, this is what you asked for. Heck, you can flop right on Zib while he's lounging on the couch and all you'll get is an oof and a mild complaint, if he bothers with the latter at all.

In public he's more prone to leaning on you or draping an arm lazily around your waist or shoulder. Anything like kissing, hugging, extended hand holding - yeah, he's not a big fan of it around other people, moreso because it cramps on his "aloof artist cool guy" style aaaand maybe because he's kind of weak to that kind of sentimentality. If you're masc, then of course you two would have to be more careful in public, but at night and around the dingy hangouts and apartment block corners Zib is familiar with, he'll still stay close and keep an arm on you. Especially if he's drunk. He sticks like glue when he's drunk.

Back to that sentimentality weakness! Holding hands is one of those things that gets the jazz player feeling all gooey and ugh, emotional. Holding his face and kissing him, or even better - gazing lovingly at him gets Zib all flustered and grumbly. He'd never actually stop you or refuse it, and he isn't that bothered by his bandmates' teasing. And to be fair, he does like this aspect of you; how you're so comfortable in your feelings and with him. It's cute, okay? He can admit it, usually. You're cute.

If you're already relaxing on the couch or bed, Zib will mosey on over and get himself comfortable. Anywhere is a good pillow for him - your lap, shoulder, chest, wherever you'll have him, really. Yeah, he only teases you about being clingy once in a blue moon because he soaks it up. He especially likes it when you drag him to bed, even if you just want to use him as an oversized, sloppy stuffed animal. And of course he's wrapped around you when he's drunk. At least make the guy change into nightclothes first, those clothes are so wrinkled. Does he even have an iron?

All this snuggling means yall wake up all mess of overheated limbs. It's 50/50 on whose the big spoon, or who fell asleep on top of who. It's also random which clothes are still on because it gets hot and sweaty and gross and do you think there's AC in a shitty apartment in 1927? Zib grunts and complains when you kick him off to shower, but you can probably drag him in to join you and promptly listen to him hissing and swearing because oh yeah shitty apartment water is cold.

If you have a similar laisse-faire personality to Zib, his bandmates often tease you both for being two lazy peas in a pod. If you're more outgoing and active, it's even more amusing to them - your cuddle sessions with your boyfriend are probably the only time you keep still. The band is very familiar with y'alls PDA and doesn't think much of it besides the occassional eye roll and calls to get a room if it gets handsy.

#dorian zibowski x reader #zib zibowski x reader #lackadaisy x reader

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emberdew · 6 months ago

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Be More Ghost Chapter 7: Do You Wanna Ride?

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,363

Do you wanna get inside Star’s mother’s car? Drive it on home, don’t you say no, Danny can you be coerced? Home in a snatch only one catch we gotta stop for frozen yogurt first.

“Ugh, let’s get out of here,” Paulina said.

Danny had been watching Paulina rant to Star in the clothing store for several minutes. They seemed to have forgotten about him.

Danny was startled when Squip-Phantom grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. The Squip raised its sunglasses and Danny met its glowing green eyes. Did he have the same casual confidence as the Squip when he was Phantom? Danny didn’t think so, but maybe the Squip could help him with that.

Star is going to offer you a ride. It is imperative that you accept.

Sure enough, Star took a step toward Danny.

“Do you wanna ride?”

Say yes.

“Yes!” Danny said. Then he realized this actually wasn’t going to work out. “Um, actually maybe I can’t. I’m supposed to meet back up with Tucker soon.”

“Oh…” Star said. She seemed disappointed, which confused Danny. Why did Star care if Danny came with them? Danny was just a loser D-Lister.

Danny, if this is going to work, you need to do as I instruct.

Great, now the Squip looked disappointed in him too. But Danny couldn’t just leave Tucker behind, right?

“Danny, are you sure you don’t wanna ride?” Star offered again. “We drove here in my mother’s car, and like, it wouldn’t be a problem to drive you home.”

Danny considered it. Driving home in Star’s mom’s car with two cute girls did sound pretty appealing. It was wild that Star had even asked him. That would have never happened before he got his Squip.

“Oh! Actually, there’s one catch.” Star caught Paulina’s eye and they both smiled. Danny braced himself- of course, Star’s offer was too good to be true. Danny was just a loser after all, why would she ask someone like him-

“We gotta stop for frozen yogurt first!” Star and Paulina cheered in unison.

Oh. That wasn’t what Danny was expecting.

“Frozen yogurt?”

“Yeah! They just added a new ecto-lime flavor at Phantom Phroyo!” Star explained excitedly. “Have you been to that place?”

There was a frozen yogurt place named after him now? Danny shook his head. He just couldn’t comprehend why Star and Paulina were suddenly being so nice to him. Sure, the Squip had explained that having a common enemy could bring people closer, but he had never expected their opinions of him to change so dramatically after just one conversation.

“It’s really good,” Paulina said. “Are you sure you can’t be coerced into joining us, Danny?”

“Yeah, c’mon, don’t say no!” Star pleaded. “Just take the ride!”

“I… Next time.” Danny really, really wanted to. But he couldn’t do that to Tucker. “I promise.”

“Whatever,” Paulina turned and started walking away. To Danny’s surprise, Star stayed behind.

“My boyfriend cheated on me too,” Star said softly. She grimaced. “Ex-boyfriend. So… I know how you feel.”

That was… Really sweet. Too bad Danny had actually lied about being cheated on. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

“Star! Come on!” Paulina shouted from the store’s entrance.

Star giggled and started walking, but turned back to wave at Danny.

“Cya!” Star said and exited the store, following close behind Paulina.

Danny looked around for Squip-Phantom and saw it looking down at him from where it was floating just a few inches off the ground nearby.

“Did you see-” Danny couldn’t contain his excitement, “that was awesome!”

The Squip didn’t react. It continued frowning at him.

“I have to find Tucker-”

Tucker has left the mall.

“Wait, what?” Danny’s good mood faltered. “How do you know?”

I can access all the mall security cameras. Squip-Phantom crossed its arms.

“He just left without me?” Danny was shocked that Tucker would do that, especially since Danny had flown him here. It wasn’t a long walk to Tucker’s house, but it was still a little surprising.

I told you that accepting a ride was imperative. Squip-Phantom looked smug. Right, Danny could have gotten the ride if he had known Tucker had already left!

He facepalmed. Of course he would make such a stupid mistake. Even with the Squip helping him, Danny was hopeless.

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When Tucker made it back to the food court, he wasn’t exactly surprised that Danny wasn’t still at the table where he left him. Tucker took a seat and set down his bag of newly acquired Crystal Pepsi. He took out one of the bottles and turned it around in his hand.

Tucker peered around the food court as he uncapped and sipped the “vintage” soda. No sign of Danny and no sign of a ghost attack either. Interestingly, he did spot Valerie and Dash at a nearby table chatting and eating pizza. He also saw Ashley hanging around the food court typing away on her phone, probably spreading gossip.

Tucker took out his PDA and considered calling Danny. But if something had come up or there really was a ghost attack, Tucker didn’t want to bother him.

With a sigh, Tucker capped his Pepsi and put it in the pocket of his cargo pants, then checked his PDA one last time before putting it away too.

Being Danny’s friend meant sometimes walking home from the mall alone, but Tucker didn’t mind that much. His house wasn’t too far away. And he didn’t blame Danny for the ghost attacks, even if Danny did usually blame himself.

Tucker loved being Danny’s guy in the chair. He really loved Danny… as a friend, of course. They went way back and they would always have each other’s backs. And when they hugged sometimes, Tucker always felt comforted by the slight chill that Danny’s skin always gave off when it touched his.

He wondered if Danny’s lips would also have that chill if they ever kissed.

Tucker shook his head. Danny definitely did not feel that way about him. He literally wrote a love letter to Valerie and joined a ghost hunting club for her earlier that day. Tucker personally didn’t understand why Danny was crushing so hard on a girl who was dead-set on wasting his ghostly alter ego but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Well, nothing except wish that Danny would someday get over his crush and maybe start crushing on his best friend instead-

No! Stop. Bad brain!

There’s no point wishing for something that would never come true in a million years. Well, unless he wished out loud with Desiree around, but there’s no way that would work out. Especially for “Bad Luck Tuck.” He’s had enough bad experiences with Desiree to last a lifetime.

Tucker stood up and looked around one more time. He smiled when he saw Danny on the other side of the room holding a bag that looked like it came from a clothing store. That was a little weird, but maybe he went to buy something to cheer himself up after the Squip thing didn’t work out? Danny had just entered the food court and his head was down as he walked between the tables, so he must have just not noticed Tucker earlier.

“Hey, Danny!” Tucker shouted. He waved and tried to get Danny’s attention.

Danny looked up and around the food court, but he didn’t seem to see Tucker. Tucker started speed-walking through the room to catch up with him and was confused when Danny shrugged and continued towards the exit.

How had he not seen Tucker?

He finally caught up with Danny when he rushed through the sliding doors into the mall’s parking lot. The sun had fully set now and there weren’t any other people around.

“Hey, wait!” Tucker tried to get Danny’s attention again, but Danny didn’t seem to hear him.

With a flash of light, Danny took a running jump and transformed into Phantom in mid-air, then took off at high speed towards Fentonworks. Tucker watched as Phantom flew away without looking back.

Well, it seemed like Tucker was going to have to walk home alone after all.

#danny phantom #be more ghost #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #paulina sanchez #star danny phantom #my fic #my art

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dr-spectre · 5 months ago

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Sonic x Shadow Gens Review.

(MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!)

So, gamers, i have played and finished Sonic x Shadow Generations, both campaigns, and i just wanna say.... GOD. DAMN.

I cannot believe that Sega released a Sonic "remaster" and it actually TURNED OUT GOOD!?!? WITHOUT ANY BUGS!!? NO GRAPHICAL GLITCHES FROM MY KNOWLEDGE!!?!? WHAT HAPPENED!??!

I will quickly go over Sonic Generations before we talk about... the big boy.

So, how is Sonic Generations? Welp. It's.... it's the same game!! And as someone who played it on PC for years, it looks identical to the original release! Maybe the colours are tweaked? The UI looks way nicer with the resolution boost and the chao rescue stuff is really cute.

Uh, i will say though. i do like MOST of the rewriting that they did. But here's the thing, Sonic Generations' story is like eating a McDonalds cheeseburger, but it's only the patty and buns. The rewrite just adds some cheese and a dab of tomato sauce. It's better, but you're still eating a damn McDonalds cheeseburger. And to add on to this, the VAs didn't sound... good, this time around... Idk, something seems very off about their performances? Mike Pollock especially, bro lost ALL OF HIS ENERGY in his Eggman performance. Tails' VA sounds kinda... bleh too, i dont know what happened here. Roger Craig Smith sounds bored playing Sonic, and i feel bad for him because Ian Flynn's writing can be pretty damn wordy. He's a skilled voice actor FOR SURE, but i never clicked with his Sonic, ever. (Jason Griffith, i miss you every day, my sweet prince... They took you away too soon... At least i still have the definitive Sonic voice in the Japanese version...)

The story also continues the trend of turning Amy into a boring side character with zero personality or spice because GOD FORBID A CARTOON CHARACTER ACTS CARTOONY AND A LITTLE CRAZY! SHE IS NOT AN ABUSIVE STALKER WHO WANTS TO FORCE SONIC INTO THINGS HE ISN'T COMFORTABLE WITH! SHE IS A FUCKING FANGIRL OF SONIC WHO WANTS TO HANG OUT WITH HIM AND SHE LOVES HIM AS A PERSON!!!! IF YOU PLAY THE OLD 3D GAMES WITH RETRANSLATED MODS YOU WILL SEE!!!!!!!! GOD!!!

But i could make a whole post about Amy man... I really could...

Okay enough about Sonic Generations, it's time to talk about Shadow Generations and what do I think of it?

First, I'll brush over the story, NO SPOILERS DON'T WORRY!! I will say this, there were plenty of moments that easily got tears out of me and the stuff involving Maria and Shadow? Oh.... oh baby... PEAK!!!! Black Doom is really dope too, Shadow was pretty well written in this, too, and his VA knocked it out of the park!!! Kirk Thornton, I'm sorry that i doubted you... And Maria's VA too? Love the performance!!

However... This story feels... underdeveloped? Undercooked? it feels like there needed to be MORE! I think that the pacing felt a litttleeeee too fast and i kinda wished there was just more to chew on! It's like eating some damn good chocolate ice cream, but the ice cream is just one scoop. LIKE I WANT MORE!!! I WANT TWO SCOOPS!! I WANT SOME CHOCOLATE CHIPS IN THE ICE CREAM!!! UGH!! It's good, BUT I WANT MORE!!!! There needed to be more on it's bones, more screentime with Maria and Gerald, more time fleshing out stuff and properly explaining Black Doom's return instead of it being optional dialogue in the white world or prologue animaton on YouTube that you could skip. There's all this cool optional shit that is well... OPTIONAL!!!! And it actually enhances the characters, BUT I DIDN'T SEE IT UNTIL I LITERALLY BEAT THE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DIDN'T READ GERALD'S DIARY UNTIL AFTER I BEAT THE STORY!!! THE LAST TWO PAGES ARE LITERALLY AT THE FINAL SECTION OF THE GAME!!!!

There is this one moment with Maria and Shadow and like.... it gave me the biggest damn smile on my face. And the ending too man, my god.

ALSO THE CUTSCENES ARE FILMED REALLY WELL?!? HOLY SHIT THEY ARE ACTUALLY GOOD?!?!? It makes Frontiers look like a PS1 game in terms of quality like holy mother of god, the cutscenes and animations have improved so MUCH in the span of one game... It makes me so so excited for what's to come....

NOW! GAMEPLAY TIME! How does Shadow control? How does this black and red alien hedgehog play?

I'll put it like this... Imagine Sonic Forces, BUT!!! The air control is better, platforming feels smoother, the homing attack is better and more satisfying and 2D control feels actually good. it's just like Forces but everything feels a lot better, it's WAYYY BETTER THAN VANILLA CYBERSPACE FROM FRONTIERS!

Good controls don't mean much if the levels aren't good, BUT THANKFULLY Shadow Generations level design is actually pretty damn solid, and each level made me feel satisfied and wanting to go again!! There's plenty of optional pathways but the pathways don't really go to brand new exclusive areas. It's not on the same tier as Sonic Generations, BUT! It's close.

My favourite level is either Sunset Heights or Radical Highway. YES! THE SONIC FORCES LEVEL IS MY FAVOURITE! HOW CRAZY IS THAT?!!? THEY TURNED MID TO GOOD!!!

I also love how the collectables are placed on the harder pathways and reward you for skillful play, unlike in Sonic Generations where most of the red rings ARE ON THE BOTTOM PATHWAYS!!!!! WHY?!!? THAT'S THE PLACE MOST PLAYERS WON'T GO TO!!!! Ugh. I hate collecting red rings in Sonic Generations but thank god the collectables are actually fun to grab in Shadow Generations.

Now i wanna brush on the white space because i have some words to say on that too.

White space was really fun to explore and unlike Frontiers, you could see things in the distance and platforms don't just pop in!!!!!!!!!! I loved doom surfing around, finding chests, bolts and just running around. It's really fun. It's not as in-depth as Frontiers, but i want the next Open Zone game to take a lot of inspiration from this white space. Also, seeing Omega and other characters in the hub and talking to them is really cute stuff.

Finding ALL the chests and bolts tho makes me wanna wish a thousand year torment onto someone.

And speaking of Doom Surf... The Doom powers and Chaos Control, i.... LOVE THEM! They are the perfect way to make Shadow more unique from Sonic and give the levels that extra level of flavour. Doom Spears add some spice to the standard homing attack chains you do in 3D Sonic levels, Doom Blast is really fun to use and opens up new pathways, Chaos Control is AWESOME!!! I LOVE HOW IF YOU USE IT AT THE RIGHT TIME IT OPENS UP COOL PATHS!! MY JAW DROPPED MULTIPLE TIMES SEEING THE PATHWAYS THAT I FOUND FOR MYSELF WITH CHAOS CONTROL!!! Doom Surf is fun to use and it spices up Kingdom Valley a lot, but... Doom Morph? The squid? THAT ONE SUCKKKSSSS!!! Awful turning, awful speed control, awful jump arc that makes Super Mario Bros. from the NES look like a top tier platformer, they don't properly explain the grappling mechanic which left me feeling so frustrated at certain points.

And... of course... The Doom Wings...

THE DOOM WINGS.... THE STUFF YOU COULD BREAK WITH THEM AND THE LEVEL DESIGN ACCOMINDATES FOR THEM TOO?!?!? SO IT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE YOUR GLITCHING THE GAME?!?!? SONIC TEAM DID SUCH A GOOD JOB OH MY GOD!!!!

Now, let's talk about the bosses...

Bosses are pretty fun!! They feel very satisfying to beat down and have some awesome dialogue. Although they are kind of one note, like the strategy to beat them doesn't REALLYYY change but hey, It's Sonic bosses, they've never been that amazing since the beginning of the franchise. But i would rather take this kind of boss design OVER SONIC SUPERSTARS!! BLEHHH!!!

Also I'm not gonna go too much into it but what they did with Mephiles, story wise for his boss fight? Oh man, I LOVE IT!! THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB! (the new VA for him, Robbie Daymond was kinda.... okayyy. Needed to sound deeper and it would been damn great. I know he played Akechi from Persona 5, he just needed better direction.)

Alright.. Let's discuss arguably the most important part of any Sonic game, the music, and um, I'm gonna be for real, it's kind of a mixed bag? DON'T GET ME WRONG!! There are some bangers, some top tier tracks that will get that blood pumping! But for every banger, there's a Space Colony Ark Act 2 and a Chaos Island Act 1....

The music can be summed up with this handy chart!

I wanna quickly brush upon the challenge acts too, i liked most of them but having to complete 4 OF THEM FOR EACH ZONE TO ADVANCE THE STORY IS SOME MASSIVE PADDING!!!

And.. I think that is it!! Overall, Shadow Generations is great!! The story has some cool moments but it felt VERY underbaked, the level design has improved a lot from previous games, i like the white space and the simple enjoyment of going around and collecting things.

It is a good to great game but it definitely has some flaws and i wouldn't give it a 9/10 and say it's PEAK overall like what some are saying online. Yeah it's good, but, it has flaws. It isn't perfect, however it is VERYYY fun!

Shadow Generations really does give me hope, this isn't yet another "step in the right direction" no. This is a LEAP!

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x shadow generations #shadow generations #sonic generations #review #game discussion #game review #discussion #please reblog #long post #text post

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dream-meister-translations · 1 year ago

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DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

KAI - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Ugh. Professor Est's assignment is so incredibly difficult. It's giving me a headache."

"Hey, you feeling okay? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

"Take a break today, it'll be fine."

"If you ever feel unwell, don't hesitate to rely on me."

"I'll make sure you recover properly."

"How's your health? Your body is your most valuable asset."

"If you feel any discomfort, let me know."

"Don't push yourself too hard. I'll heal everyone. Radiant light."

"Damn…I still have a lot to learn."

"We should make some medicine together later. I'll make sure to heal you properly."

"This is the first time Magia Seminar has ever had a Guild Keeper. If you ever run into any problems, just let me know.

"Leave injuries and illnesses to me."

"Don't neglect your efforts to stay healthy, okay?"

"You've really settled into the guild. Your support is great, I'm relying on you."

"Watching you makes me feel like I can't lose. It's seriously motivating…Keep up the good work!"

"The desire to help someone is the same for both doctors and Guild Keepers right? So many you and I will get along well."

"Between lectures and patient treatment, there's a mountain of things to do, but we can't afford to stop here."

"As long as you're here, I can chase my dreams without hesitation."

"Alright, let's start another day of medical care!"

"If you're not feeling well, it throws me off too. That's why I want you to let me nurse you back to health."

"Taking a leisurely stroll is good for your health. How about going for a walk today, Emma?"

"Ah, it's been a while since I took a walk! Let's have a good dinner tonight and get to bed early…"

"I've got quite a few piercings, you know. Even though I'm a doctor. Do you think it's a bit too flashy?"

"Did it hurt getting my piercings? Not at all."

"My piercings are like my good luck charms. I try not to lose them, but sometimes they vanish and it gets me all worried."

"Actually my little sister bought me these piercings. Pretty cool, right?"

"Could it be that you're thinking about getting a piercing too? If you do, make sure to disinfect properly."

"If you're scared, I can give you a piercing myself. I know how to make it painless."

"Hobbies, huh? That's a sudden one. Well, I enjoy going on little food adventures."

"I like hanging out with Ange. Even though she doesn't like me that much. At least I'm more liked than Sion, right?"

"I'm really into card games too. People often say it makes me childish, but what can I say, I like what I like."

"But you know, the best thing is when I'm learning with the others at Magia Seminar. Like when we decipher Sensei's cryptic lessons, or I mess around with Sion. It's a blast."

"Now that you're here, it's even more fun."

"It's kind of unsettling when someone's checking your pulse, right? Oh, wait, is that just me?"

"Your arm is pretty slender, isn't it? Are you eating properly? If I put too much pressure, it might just snap."

"You want me to check more? Is it that much fun for you? Haha, sometimes you act like a kid."

"Here, let me see your wrist. Huh? Did your pulse just speed up a bit? Why is that?"

"Your face is kinda red, too…Do you have a cold? Hmm…Doesn't seem like it."

"Doing this…It reminds me of the old n' days when I used to wander around aimlessly just for fun. Huh? Oh, I'll tell you about it sometime."

"Ah, I've been sitting in the clinic all day, so it feels nice to stretch my body. Alright, where are we heading today?"

"Huh? Is my hat a bit crooked? Weird. I thought I was wearing it like I always do. Anyway, thanks."

"Hats are pretty cool, right? They can hide bedhead in an instant, and, most importantly, they look stylish!"

"Whenever you reach up to fix my hat it's so cute. Haha."

"Heh, my bad. From now on, I'll squat down so you can fix my hat. Thanks."

"You know what, since we're talking about it, let's buy you a hat! We'll pick one out together!"

"Ah, thanks for the massage, you're a lifesaver, seriously. I've had a string of consultations lately, and I was getting really stiff and uncomfortable."

"Ah, your thumb is hitting just the right spot, right below the shoulder-blades."

"Whoa, that feels…Mmm…You're quite skilled, aren't you?"

"Your arm must be getting tired, right? Let's switch and I'll give you a massage. Just so you know, I'm really good at this."

"Damn, you're super tense. Been accumulating stress, huh? Even if you're busy, don't push yourself too hard."

"I've been relying on you for everything. I'll gladly give you a shoulder massage anytime. Just ask without hesitation, okay?"

"Thanks. Mmm…It's incredibly tasty! Want a taste of mine?"

"Hey, aren't you a bit too close? It's not that I dislike it, but well, it's just making me a bit nervous…"

"You must be tired. I can tell just by looking at your face. Don't push yourself, please."

"Being with you is a really soothing experience."

"Hey, what do you say we don't head home just yet? Let's take a detour."

"Sorry, I just don't feel like letting you go just yet. I'd like to spend a little more time alone together."

"You're quite assertive sometimes, you know? It's not that I mind, but…I can't help but worry about if you're this intimate with anyone other than me."

"Your hand is so soft…I didn't mean it that way!"

"You don't want to let go? That's a cute thing to say…Alright, let's keep walking hand in hand."

"Normally, I wouldn't let anyone touch my eyes, but with you it's perfectly fine. It's really strange, isn't it?"

"What's that? My eyes are beautiful? Aren't you going too far with that flattery?"

"I have dark circles under my eyes? Well, it doesn't bother me. Besides, even if I am tired, you're here to comfort me."

"Make sure you only show this side to me, okay? I don't want anyone else seeing you so defenseless."

"You know, being with you really lifts my spirits. I'd like to be your personal doctor. Haha, what am I even saying!"

"Wait, is this…A birthday present?! Even though you're so busy, you still made time to get me something? Oh man, I'm so happy I can't help but smile."

"Listen, Emma, a person only has two arms…Haha, I appreciate it, but really, it's too much."

Gift (Likes) : "Oh, I love this! My spirits just went through the roof! Thanks a bunch!"

Gift (Likes) : "Wait, you got this for me?! Woah! I'm honestly so happy about it. Um, how should I return the favor?"

Gift (Neutral) : "Oh, what's this? You got it for me? Thanks, I'll gladly take it!"

Gift (Dislikes) "Uh, well…You know, I was hoping for something a bit different. Did you maybe forget something?"

KAI : Hey, Oboro, there's a dried fruit mentioned in this book, but I'm having trouble with the drying process. Can you help me out?

OBORO : Before relying on others, did you make an effort to research it yourself? I won't lend my wisdom to a slacker like you.

KAI : I'll make sure I get a better score on the next assignment than you do…! Prepare yourself, Sion!

SION : You never get tired of saying that, do you? How about learning at least one magic circle while you're busy bickering with me?

KAI : Huh!? Est-sensei, you put chili peppers in the coffee again…? Consuming too many stimulants isn't good for you! It's not healthy!

EST : Actually, I feel much better with a little spice…Why don't you try it, Kai? If you get injured, let me know right away.

KAI : Don't slow me down, Sion!

SION : That's my line, you single-celled organism!

KAI : I'll heal you. So show them what you're made of.

OBORO : I'm not thrilled about this.

KAI : Hey Sion, you have a scratch. Let me heal it.

SION : Heal your own injuries first!

#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #kaivoice

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whorelyyy · 6 months ago

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I guess you really do have to leave the house to meet people...

Today, she was going to enjoy herself—her weekend. She remembered seeing a thrift store with a café in the next town over. A budget-friendly shopping spree? Yes, please, Raz thought excitedly as she headed out the door.

She hurried into the car, blasting her favorite songs on repeat and singing along loudly. Who didn’t love a little pump-up mix moment? About 15 minutes later, Raz parked and walked into the thrift store, Thrifttea. She grabbed a raspberry boba tea and started browsing the racks. She was determined to find something cute today.

She sipped her boba while going through the first few racks. Nothing stood out yet, but she wasn’t worried. She had a feeling a good find was coming. Moving to the other side of the store, she heard a voice behind her.

“I love your outfit! I have the same top, but in black. Did you get it from Bullet?”

Surprised, Raz turned and smiled. “Yeah! I just got it—the set, actually.” She motioned to her matching skirt and continued, “I’m a sucker for a matching set. Plus, I saw Yeliah from Kept Woman wearing something similar, so I had to. And less thinking,” Raz laughed softly, “gotta love an automatic outfit.”

The woman’s beautiful husky voice responded through giggles, “An automatic outfit—I love that. I could use something like that. I always make such a mess putting together outfits, littering my room with every piece of clothing I own.” She smiled and added, “I’m Elena, by the way.”

Raz smiled back. “Elena, that’s a pretty name. I’m Raz.”

“Thank you, it’s a family name,” Elena replied with a shrug and a smile. “Nice to meet you, Raz.”

“You too,” Raz said, smiling.

“So, great taste in clothes and music? I love Kept Woman. I got to see them on their last tour, Why Is This. Were you there too?” Elena asked.

“Ugh, I wish! I’m new to the area, and I would’ve killed to see them live. You’re so lucky!” Raz gushed.

“A crime! I hope they tour again so you can catch them. Yeliah is such a powerhouse,” Elena said.

“Fingers crossed,” Raz giggled and added, “Do you know of any other good shows coming up soon?”

Elena paused for a second, thinking, then excitedly replied, “Actually, tonight at my work, DJ Free Fears is playing. I’ve seen him a few times in San Myshuno—you should totally come! I can even get you in for free.”

“Oh my god, I would love that! Thank you so much!” Raz continued eagerly, “I can totally pay for my ticket though—”

Before she could finish, Elena cut her off. “No way! I get free tickets to events. It’s no big deal, I promise. Plus, you seem cool, Raz. I want to get to know you better.”

Raz felt her smile grow, her cheeks flushing. “At least let me buy you a boba. What flavor do you want?”

Elena grinned and laughed. “I’ll take a black milk tea.”

Raz beamed as she made her way over to the counter. “Perfect.”

Raz ordered Elena’s tea, and the two found a table to sit and chat. The conversation flowed easily, and they quickly discovered how much they had in common. They both loved the same music, studied business in college, and hadn’t finished their degrees. The similarities just kept coming. It was nice, Raz thought, to have someone to talk to like this. She really liked Elena—she was witty, kind, and easy to talk to. Raz hoped this friendship would stick.

Hours passed without them realizing, and before they left the shop, Elena made sure they exchanged numbers. As they stepped outside, Elena quickly typed something on her phone.

“Okay, I just sent you my work address. It’s a club over in Windenburg. I’ll be working, so I’ll have to do bottle service when people order, but I should have time to hang out too!” Elena looked up at Raz with a smile. “Text me if you need anything!”

Raz’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I can’t wait! Thank you so much again, Elena. Meeting you feels like serendipity.”

Elena smiled warmly and pulled Raz in for a hug. “I agree.” As she started walking toward her car, she called over her shoulder with a goofy grin, “Get ready to party, girly!” mimicking drinking from an invisible bottle.

Raz laughed enthusiastically. “I’ll see you later!” she called after her, still smiling.

#icecreamlegacychallenge #the sims 4 challenge #gen 1 #raz #sims4 #my sims #sims 4 screenshots #sims story #the sims 4 #ts4 #oc

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gentil-minou · 1 year ago

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Xiantober Day 7 - Biker!Xian except here Wei Ying is a high schooler who gets a bicycle so he can woo Lan Zhan by giving him rides home.

Now an expanded oneshot!!

Wei Ying spends months saving up his lunch money, stealing tiny morsels of food off his friends' plates until Lan Zhan finally takes pity on him and brings double portions of his lunch to share.

This is all perfectly well and good, and Wei Ying is absolutely not affected by Lan Zhan's seemingly infinite kindness and his cute little blushing red ears every lunch period when he silently offers Wei Ying the red lunch box that matches his own blue one perfectly and has to be brand new since Lan Zhan has never owned anything that wasn't white, blue, or grey.

No, Wei Ying cannot let this get to him, as impossibly adorable as it is. Because he has a plan in mind and it has to be foolproof.

It's cleverly titled: Wei Ying's Ten Step Plan to Make Lan Zhan Realizes He's In Love With Me.

(Maybe he needs a shorter title)

The point is, he'd come up with this plan with careful consideration for each step.

He started off easy with step 1; get Lan Zhan to sit with him for ten minutes without getting up and running away in an angry huff.

Sure it wasn't easy persay in that Lan Zhan at first seemed to despise being even in the same vicinity as Wei Ying, but! Now, Lan Zhan can sit with him for a whole lunch period without even the smallest angry twitch in his jaw. Sometimes Lan Zhan even waits for him outside of class so they can walk together to their usual table outside.

All in all, Operation WY10SPTMLZRHILWM (still too long of a title, hm) is going swimmingly.

He's made it all the way to step 6, which coincidentally is the most expensive on his list (Except the expensive roses and suit and maybe aquarium he's going to need to rent for their first date but he's letting himself be realistic and wait to think about that one)

But step 6 is extremely important because in this step, Wei Ying is going to show Lan Zhan that Wei Ying is responsible and can provide for his impossibly perfect boyfriend.

This is especially tricky because Lan Zhan is actually the most prepared person in the entire world and never needs anything. He even carries an extra pair of socks in his backpack. And another pair in his locker in case Wei Ying needs one!

There is one way Wei Ying can provide for Lan Zhan though.

You see, Lan Zhan walks to school. It's not a terrible distance, but it's at least twenty minutes each way.

And Wei Ying, well he may not have a car like some of their more well-off classmates, but he at least knows how to ride a bicycle.

Madam Yu had refused to get him one when he'd asked and Jiang Cheng refused to share "for your gross flirting ugh", so Wei Ying just starved himself for a bit and he now has enough for a second-hand bike of his own!

(Plus there's the added benefit of eating food prepared by

Lan Zhan, which pretty much sends Wei Ying's heart rocketing to space every time. We'll call that Step 5.5.)

He sneaks out of class early one day to buy the bike from the shop, carefully evading Uncle Four's questions about why he isn't at school. This is more important!

Lan Zhan has orchestra today, and so he has some extra time to get used to his bike but not enough if he wants to look super cool. Plus Lan Zhan will be carrying his violin with him which means Wei Ying will be extra helpful by helping transport both of them home safely.

He's had his eye on this bike for a long while now. It's one that was sold to the shop and in need of repairs and that Uncle Four had been fixing slowly with Wei Ying hovering with a watchful eye.

It's body is painted bright red with golden accents that maybe remind Wei Ying of someones eyes but okay can anyone blame him?

He'd even managed to find a little basket to attach to the front with Uncle Four, who throws in a loud bell for free (which is going to be perfect for annoying Jiang Cheng with heh).

With his sick new ride secured, Wei Ying heads out.

He is, admittedly, a little bit rusty with his biking skills. It's been a few years after all, but hey with a little practice he'll be fine! He only almost hit two old ladies, and he said sorry and they didn't seem too mad, so!

He does get a bit caught up in trying to get used to the thing and remember skills he'd learned years ago (whoever said you never really forget how to ride a bike was WRONG), which means he's late for the end of extra curriculars.

He gets to the school gates as his classmates spill out, some of them greeting him and trying to ask him about his bike, but he brushes them away, distracted.

He can't spot Lan Zhan's familiar silky braid at all and his heart starts to sinks, until he hears the daintiest little throat clearing cough ever coming from behind him.

It is, of course, Lan Zhan, and Wei Ying is struck as he always is by the way Lan Zhan glows in the setting sun, his eyes reflecting the light and practically mesmerizing enough Wei Ying forgets how to speak.

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan's perfect voice calls out, and gosh Wei Ying could listen to him say his name forever. "You were not at practice."

Oh yeah, Wei Ying had to ditch his orchestra practice too. It's okay, all in the name of love!

"Aha, yeah. sorry! I had to go grab something, but check this out! Wat do you think?"

Lan Zhan's gaze travels up and down the bike, and Wei Ying is about to preen when instead of Lan Zhan giving him a look of pure adoration his expression remains completely neutral.

Instead, he hands Wei Ying his case with his flute, and ah, apparently he forgot that too.

So much for responsible...

Wei Ying, feeling a bit dejected, doesn't say anything even as Lan Zhan waits for a while, before he starts to turn and walk off. That's when Wei Ying kicks himself and the bike stand into high gear and chases after him.

"Lan Zhan! Wait! Let me give you a ride. As, um, thanks."

Lan Zhan blinks at him and Wei Ying's bike (He should give it name, hm. He doesn't know. Whatever...actually...), as if trying to assess if that's actually a good idea (Which, hey! Don't say that about Whatever!)

He quirks a devastating eyebrow as if to say "Are you sure?", to which Wei Ying responds by taking both their instrument cases and tucking them into the basket where they just barely fit. Lan Zhan looks concerned, but Wei Ying doesn't let him say anything, instead tugging on his arm so he can come over to the back and sit behind Wei Ying.

Wei Ying initially imagined Lan Zhan perched on the handlebars in front of him, but Lan Zhan had another growth spurt over the summer making him taller (which, swoon!) so Wei Ying settled for having Uncle Four install in extra large seat so they could share.

This also comes with the benefit of having Lan Zhan wrap his arms around his waist, which makes Wei Ying feel a bit queasy with excitement but is very appealing at all.

Except when Lan Zhan takes a tentative seat, he doesn't grab Wei Ying's waist at all. Instead, he holds onto the bottom of the seat, as if that makes for a better holder and Wei Ying can't stop himself from pouting and saying "Hmph..."

"Wei Ying?"

He shakes it off and says, "Nothing!" before pushing on the pedals to get them in motion.

It is... more challenging than he thought it'd be. When he was planning this out, he'd pictured it like those dramas where the handsome male lead took the quirky female leading a leisurely bike ride through next to a beach.

In reality, he's huffing and puffing trying to cart the weight of two grown boys. Up a hill.

Yeah it's way harder than he'd thought.

"Wei Ying, are you sure you're okay?"

Wei Ying really hopes his laugh doesn't come out as crazed as he thinks it does. "Yeah, totally! Just, uh, gimmie, a mo, mnent."

It's gonna be at least ten minutes uphill like this, and Wei Ying is starting to feel nervous, especially when they go over a bump that jostles their instruments and Lan Zhan has to reach over and take hold of their straps.

As he does, his hand brushes against Wei Ying's sweaty grip and making him startle, losing control of the bike so it careens off the road.

Luckily, with Lan Zhan's incredible athletic reflexes, he's able to grab Wei Ying, along with their instruments, and get them off the bike safely...before it crashes into a tree.

Wei Ying stands there stunned, holding the back of his hands behind his head as he stares at the culmination of months of careful saving, dented in the front with a wheel that may be in need of replacement.

When Wei Ying doesn't say anything or move, Lan Zhan approaches the tree in his place. He lifts the bike away, revealing that yup, that's a dent.

Naturally the basket falls off too, of course.

Wei Ying crouches down on the ground, dropping his head into his hands and releasing a groan that makes some of the birds nearby fly away.

He wants to laugh. He wants to cry. He kind of wishes he'd been the one to crash into a tree instead.

He settles, apparently for a string of incredulous hysterical giggles. They must be concerning enough that Lan Zhan crouches down in front of him.

Wei Ying makes the mistake of looking up to see Lan Zhan's adorable face scrunched up with concern and his braid sliding off his shoulders and just looking so cute, and he buries his head again and lets out a groan that's even louder than the first.

"Wei Ying... are you alright?"

"Me? Alright? Ha!" Yup, he definitely sounds crazed now. "I just spent months of money i've been saving on a brand new bike that I broke not even a full day in and with nothing left to fix it! And! I crash it with you on the bike which means I almost hurt you, and that would have been awful! And you didn't even put your hands around my waist like in the dramas!"

"Why would I hold your waist like in the dramas?"

"Because that's what all the love interests do when their boyfriend is giving them a bike ride!" he wails, not entirely paying attention to his words.

Lan Zhan is, however. "...Boyfriend?"

Wei Ying stiffens, plays the last few seconds again in his head, and buries his head in his arms and mumbles, "Shit....you weren't supposed to hear that."

Lan Zhan doesn't say anything, which is very good because Wei Ying has decided he's going to stay right here and never get up again and maybe if he tries hard enough turn into a stone.

But Lan Zhan won't leave him to his misery, apparently. Ugh, why did he have to fall for such a decent guy?

"Wei Ying. Whose boyfriend?"

Deciding it's too late to change anything and that he might as well get this over with so he can dig his own grave, Wei Ying comes clean.

"No boyfriend. At least it wasn't supposed to be, yet." He's finding the rocks on the ground very interesting right now. Shiny. "It was...part of my ten step plan."

"...Ten step plan for what?"

Wei Ying mumbles eloquently into the sleeve of his sweater, "To get you to like me..."

There, that's it. He's finished. It's a good thing he didn't spend any time worrying about that name anyways.

"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan...doesn't sound mad or disgusted.

Wei Ying feels something grab onto his arm and pull it away from his face, realizing at the last minute that it's Lan Zhan who's doing the touching and pulling.

He finally gets a look at his expression and it's, wow, it's intense. The most serious he's ever seen Lan Zhan look. It feels like his gaze will melt through him.

And his ears are a screaming bright red.

Lan Zhan says, as if his words are the most important thing he'll every say, "Boyfriends."

Wei Ying blinks at him. "...Huh?"

Lan Zhan nods. "Mn. Boyfriends, yes, us. We should be boyfriends."

The hysterical laughter comes back, but it's tinged this time by a fluttery feeling of hope that makes Wei Ying feel like he might float away. "Lan Zhan? Are you sure? Do you know what that means?"

Lan Zhan moves his grip on Wei Ying's arm so that he can gold his hand and takes ahold of Wei Ying's other hand as well. "Yes. It means that I want to be Wei Ying's boyfriend and he wants to be mine."

Wei Ying's lets out a squeal that's practically a screech and it's only thanks to Lan Zhan's secure grip that he hasn't fallen onto the ground yet.

"So, does that mean you like? Like, like me, like me??"

Lan Zhan's eyes are sparkling. "Mn, I like Wei Ying. Like him, like him."

And then, just to make absolute sure, he bridges the little gap between them and kisses Wei Ying's smile, sweeter than anything could ever be.

After they've finished and decided they're both very good at kissing, if they say so in their limited experience, Lan Zhan helps Wei Ying walk his bike back to the shop, holding both their bags in his grip.

(His boyfriend is so strong, and wow! Boyfriend! Ah! So much swoon!!)

"So I didn't need my ten step plan after all! But I worked so hard on coming up with it!" He shows Lan Zhan the plan he'd written on his phone.

Lan Zhan read through it carefully before saying, "Wei Ying, I've loved you since Step 0." Then he leans forwards and kisses the stunned look off Wei Ying's face, the corners of his own mouth lifting in a dazzling small smile in return.

It turns out they won't need the expensive aquarium date after all. Hm, though, if Wei Ying starts saving up now maybe he'll have enough for their one year anniversary...

(and then WY saves up enough to fix his bike by helping U4 out since he already knows anyways and LZ continues to make sure his bf is fed and not skipping any meals the end)

#ask me when the last time i rode a bike was guys. it was many many years thats for sure #also hm im sensing a pattern with how often i make wwx crash his vehicles #this can one definitely be a oneshot when i clean it up #have i mentioned how much i love teenage messy wangxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #wei wuxian #the untamed #lan wangji #wangxian #xiantober #mdzs musings #bushy writing

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pttucker · 1 year ago

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Holy crap, we actually got to see Dokja's Attributes Window!

...for about two seconds before every single constellation out there tried to mentally attack him. 😞

Ugh, and his Fate still hasn't been overcome? I thought for sure that'd do it! Dude literally ate a being from the Great Hole. Well, the Fourth Wall ate it anyway.

The Fourth Wall is absolutely terrifying btw but also, uh, very protective? Maybe even a little cute? When it's not out of control trying to devour him and his family.

Dokja seems to have found some sort of understanding with it, but I'm not entirely certain I'm completely cool with something that licks its metaphorical lips when looking at him even if it is sentient enough to scold him for almost letting all the other constellations raze his mental landscape.

And I honestly can't tell if the unknown person who told him to turn it off was being helpful or not. It did seem like Fourth Wall really was going to eat him for a moment there, but turning it off also left him exposed to everyone who was just waiting to swoop in, so the cynical part of me is wondering if it wasn't just a golden opportunity for someone to try to garner information or even kill him.

And of course we've finally seen Secretive Plotter again (who we have not seen since the Banquet, I don't think) and they're pleased about something. And for the first time we've "seen" Joonghyuk's sponsor as well.

I really don't know if I want to say that Secretive Plotter was the one speaking to him or not. I will say that I don't think the thing they're happy about is the fact they found out info on Dokja since I honestly believe they already know who Dokja is. Or at least they can tell what he is. I'm leaning more towards the fact that they're happy Dokja figured out he can turn the skill off if needed or just that he lived and overcame something so impossible or something like that, and Dokja once again not recognizing that sometimes people just like him and are happy he's okay.

As for Joonghyuk's sponsor, I just have this really weird feeling that his sponsor is somebody we know already. I feel the same way about Secretive Plotter.

I feel like one or both of them are going to end up being some future or alternate version of someone we already know, like we saw with Shin Yoosung. I don't quite want to say either of them are the author because I'm still vaguely leaning towards Dokja being the author (who had his memories erased like Asuka Ren). Though now I'm liking that theory a little less since the novel is once again heavily emphasizing the importance of Dokja being a READER and how much finding the novel changed his life.

Of course, the author could still be an entirely separate being and they are the one who told Dokja to turn off the Fourth Wall. I absolutely believe that if they're not someone we already know, they are at least watching Dokja, their beloved reader.

Oh and now Dokja's down to five lives. My guy, you are rinsing though these things. And we are just now hitting the 30% mark of this novel. At chapter 181.

Hopefully whatever Joonghyuk is about to talk to his sponsor about is going to give you some dang protection. That or just stop leaving your party members behind. Bare minimum, at least take the guy who managed to help fight the outer god with his own power with you. He ran all over the dang castle looking for you so he could help you. Let him help you.

#orv #orv spoilers #orv novel chapter 181 #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv liveblog #kdj #yjh #the fourth wall #secretive plotter #yjh's sponsor

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago

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lulu’s summer prompts 💘

it’s summer! so for the next week you can request prompts from my prompt list 🌼🤍

rules;

when requesting please send in the full prompt and not just the number. this makes it easier for me, the writer. if you don't do this and just send the number your request will be deleted no questions asked.

you can find my list of who I write for here

1. "you're so cute." "what did you just say?" "I said you look like a boot"

2. "yeah, okay, so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don't we all do that to our best friends? …..no? what do you mean no?"

3. "you're cute." "what?" " said you look like a fruit." "that doesn't even make any sense."

4. "how do i know if i have a crush on someone?" "well, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to- why are you looking at me like that."

5. " I can't get you out of my head." "..thanks?"

6. "would it be weird if i kissed you? be honest." "honestly? yes. do i care? no."

7. "¡ feel strange when you're around." "do you have a fever or something?"

8. "just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn't, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don't mind. that's cool."

9. "this sounds like you're flirting with me." "..i have been trying to do that for three years now."

10. "What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?" "…Let's be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

11. "Oh my God, why are you crying? Does me liking you disgust you that much?" "No, you dumbass, it's because you like me back but I spent all of this time thinking you'd never like me that way!"

12. "Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you'll stay-" "What?! No! You can't just take back your confession! That's such a coward move and l'II not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way towards you."

13. "I'll get over you. I promise. These feelings, they're- they're only temporary, I swear I’ll get over you. Just please don't leave me-" "Did you ever think, that maybe, I don't want you getting over me? What if I don't want these feelings to be only temporary? That maybe I... Like you, too?"

14. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I." "..Fucking pardon?"

15. Classic "there was only one bed"

16. Alternatively, there was only one couch

17. Having to share one blanket, fighting over it the whole night.

18. There's only one pillow, and neither of you can sleep without one. You both end up using each half of the pillow to rest your head on, causing your faces to be only a few inches apart.

19. All other seats are taken, so you both have to squeeze into one chair.

20. Wanting to borrow the same book but there's only one copy of it available at the library. After arguing over who will get it, you both decide to share it and study together.

21. "Oh no... what did we do?"

22. "Hi! You need to leave."

23."I'm sorry.. who are you?"

24."Ugh...I drank so much."

25. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."

26. "Where are your clothes?"

27. "…I'm sore in such weird places."

28. "Hey, sorry! I'm gonna go. Right now."

29. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night”

30. "I think this was a mistake."

31. "It was always you."

32. "Can you just hold my hand?"

33. "I wished every day to hold you once more."

34. "There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt."

35. "If I could stay here with you forever, I would."

36. "You are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep”

37. "You made me feel weak."

38. "I didn't mean to love you so much."

39. "You were the only person I thought I could trust."

40. "You promised you wouldn't forget me.

41. "I don't have anyone else."

42. "I thought you still loved me."

43. "You never cared that you broke my heart."

44. "It wasn't supposed to end this way."

45. "Please just stay with me. For one moment at least."

46. "You're leaving now?"

47. "You didn't miss me at all?»

48. "I can't love you anymore."

49. "I wish I was sorry."

50. "Did I ever really matter to you?"

51. "Admit that you're wrong!"

52. "Do not compare yourself to me."

53. "My hate for you runs deeper than your ego."

54. "You left me!"

55. "You will never know how I feel."

56. "Liar!"

57. "I wish you were dead."

58. "You will regret this."

59. "Get away from me!"

60. "I don't know you anymore."

61. “She's not yours.”

62. " It wasn't meant to go this far. I swear. "

63. "Please, not now."

64. " You were ready to leave me for her. "

65. " There is no us, there never was.

66. "Why didn't you tell me? "

67. " If lies keep spewing from those lips then i'm walking out that door.

68. " Shut up. "

69. "Are you ever going to listen? "

70. " Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me. "

71. " You know for a fucking fact that wasn't supposed to happen. "

72. " Sort yourself out first.

73. " Shhh. I know. "

74. " Tell me a story. "

75. " Leave. Before we wake up regretting what we've done. "

76. " All he ever did was use you. Why can't you see that? "

77. "You think this will make me stay? "

78. " You thought this was real? "

79. " My mum asked about you again. "

80. " Alcohol's the only constant in my life. "

81. " Sirf tum hi ho "

82. " He already knows. "

83. " I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn't break my heart”

84. " You're married!! "

85. " You deserve so much better. "

#lulu’s summer prompts

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sungbeam · 3 months ago

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Pls dw about replying! It's a busy holiday season and I think you have exams too? don't even worry!! And I did! I hope you had a lovely holiday too! And a vv happy new year!

YES!!! I absolutely agree- his duality is so insane i just yeah- him and changmin match so well in that aspect- where they're both so cute but so undeniably insane- THOSE PH0TOS/2/hbbheHBA YEHAH I DIDN'T SEE THEM TIL YOU JUST SHOWED ME bhwhbBHA GOD- yeah- If he was an underestimated nerd that like was a psycho- ughhhhhhh yeah- and the glasses it's kind of giving a clark kent transformation but evil 🫠 "now you're locked in my limbo" yknow- yeah-

hehe~ Oohh that sounds so sweet!!! and like the perfect little get together! (ah yes my monbebe brain could never forget~) OOOh!!! I def see why! he's so ice bear coded!!! vernon would talk about himself in 3rd person if it was cool 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ HE IS!! They really love headcanoning him as cold- but like he's just a giggly dork who loves video games and chilling- vv cat coded!!

PLS FEEL FREE TO SHARE THE SCREENSHOTS/MEMES- THAT SOUNDS SO GOOD!!! He really was dethorned my god the poor little angel- oh wait a mintue?BHebhebhbah !?!?! THIS MAKES THAT FIGHT IN NIGHT TERRORS EVEN MORE DELICIOUS EHBEBHHBABH ?!?!HBDEBHEBH Yeah sorry- like idk the way they're both fighting to win- but both times it is changmin who comes out victorious (esp with the thought of losing you to someone else~)

And yes!! They were the 3rd group I've stanned/ulted- And they still hold a vv dear place in my heart- I can feel the baby bird scream in my chest at the thought- like if tbz didn't have such a grip on me- ik got7 & yugyeom would take their places like they never left- so i'm quite excited~ do you like them? 👀

(real i say that about every era too bhebhea) COBIES PURPLE HAIR IS JUST EHBEBHA- It always has me 'right yeah you're in the bias/bias wrecker list for a reason' idk how you survived that as a jacob bias at the time? (i assume) [the rabbithole is that- Changkyun (I.M) got me vv into dominic fike with vampire (pls don't ask me about eric's recent dance cover of it with minseok- i bawled) and i had been listening to him a lot- and then it popped up on my tiktok and I ?!HBEBHEBHA lost it- I was 'for me' and it made me spiral so bad- and here we are] THEIR NO DIGGITY STAGE- MY GOD- LORD KNOWS- IF I SAW THAT SOONER- I WOULD HAVE BEEN DOWN HERE FASTER- but seriously what did they put into those stages- bc it's like addiction... the difference in y2k skater bois and mafia is just... ugh it's too good for the soul-

OMG YEAH!! 'that man is taken' it feels like homewrecking if you fall after- but god real- I love how we both feel like that bhebhea- kebbi and I tend to bias at least one together- so it was bound to happen- 🤭 it's always so funny too-

CHANHEE CAME OUT OF LEFT FIELD AND IS MAKING IT MY PROBLEM (his recent photoshoots have me on my knees crying) REAL!!!! IT'S ALWAYS AT THE WORST TIMES!! kyunyu are just yeah... they're vv bad for the soul- sometimes i forget hoon is 3rd overall bc of how bad they got me... 😔

That's totally okay!! Shine was my intro to them! And god yeah they're silent semi-ults now- (if you like 'shine' i wonder if you'd like 'naughty boy' or 'alien' idk they're just such bangers i can't help but suggest em 👀🤭) [if you were curious nonetheless~ i bias shinwon, hui and yeoone] NO WAY!?!?! BHBHEBHEHA WE SHARE THE SAME LINE?!?!?!? HECK YEAH!!!! I bias heeseung and jungwon!! (me @ sunghoon 😔) (this is the 2nd time i've stanned a group where they're all younger than me tho being a few months older than hee- is so wild to me) Sadly I didn't reblog your jay fic but ik exactly who did~ It's kebbi! She biases him and now jungwon~ (she saw the light 😌) BUT OH YOU'RE SO RIGHT JUN AND JAY DUO FITS SO WELL TOGETHER!!!! They are so hyung/dongsaeng coded!!!

YOU DID!!! 😭😭😭 but maybe that's for the best- the heart wants what it wants~ and that's ji changmin~ who can blame your heart~ (i hope you are seeing a vv cheeky changmin in your head rn- bc I can def picture that) ONCE YOU REALIZED IT WAS TOO LATE!!! Preach- that's how it always happens 😭😭 (me with mark -> yugyeom... 3yrs down the drain for a crazy maknae) THE STICKY COVER WAS SOSOSOOS EBHEBHA Jacob's tongue poking out and smirking with his arms out- rip- and glasses changmin- brutal- and ofc mr. sunwoo coordinated yeah- insane- Ooh you don't- but that made you watch it at least five?!?!? Damn- they had you downbad 🤭 (for all the right reasons~) But so real-

Okay- ebhebhbha bc of your wrapped- i must know if you bias yunho 👀👀👀 bc- if you do- me, kebbi, and you will share a bias 👀 i know that one was out of left field- but considering that- I wonder if yunho has gotten you wrapped like got kebbi wrapped this year~ (i laughed so hard we both fell for a yh this year- which was each other's man) (I don't stan ateez that well- it's vv surface level- but yunho? yeah- has me second guessing that decision wayyyy too often)

HAPPY NEW YEAR KATE!!! luckily im done w exams haha my new quarter starts soon tho uggggghhhh we ball tho 🤧

YESSSS CHANGMIN AND JUNHUI'S DUALITY ARE SO SIMILAR I LOVE CUTIE PIE PSYCHOS HAHAHA i honestly really need a villain jun fic now omg like i might go insane ><i will def let it fester in my brain until i do something abt it heh DARK CLARK KENT@$;!((!*@*@ OHJHH OMG U WANT ME DEAD W THAT IDEA @@ UR SO RIGHT NOW I WONT BE ABLE TO LET THAT GO WHENEVER I SEE THOSE PHOTOS (glad i could show u them tho, they live rent free 🤭)

now that u say it LOL i could def see vernon talking to himself in the third person if he was like drunk or sumn hahaha ugh ice bear vernon is so cute

omg i think i still have some of those pics from the divorce/denial era saved:

STOOOOP THE FIGHT IN NIGHT TERRORS JAJDKSNDKDN PLS THAT WAS A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS I HAD TO RAAHAJSHDHQKJD yes if i could make them fight over one person in every fic i would, but I think that would be too obvious 😂🤡

ahhh i unfortunately don't stan got7 but i can def appreciate how iconic they are !!! im sure their comeback will be delicious 😋 RAH TBF I DIDNT SURVIVE COBIE PURPLE ERA BC THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT GOT ME TO BIAS HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE BAHAHHA like the rockstar look from their end of the year performance that dec where jacob had his purple hair tied up with the ELECTRIC GUITAR 😭 UGGGGGH 😭 IM GETTING FLASHBACKS AND MY HEART IS POUNDING AGAIN HE IS SUCH A HEARTTHROB RAH 😭😭😭 plsss tbz x dominic fike is sooooooooo i swear they want us dead!!! and yes the babydoll and no diggity duality make me swoon so bad, they pull both concepts off so well!!

low-key tho biasing the same person w a friend is kind of fun cuz u guys can both go crazy over fics together LOLLL NO FR I SWEAE CHANHEE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE W HIS BIG BROWN EYES AND SLUTTY TONGUE 😭😭 AND THEN KEVIN COMES OUT W ANOTHER FUCKING AMAZING SET OF PHOTOS (sorry younghoon x2)

OOH!!! thank u for the pentagon recs, i'll have to listen to them soon ^_^ and rah ive heard really great things abt ur biases esp hui !!! im sure they're all super talented :')))

OMG??????OUR TASTES??? >>>>>> that's crazy that we're BOTH heewon like i think we live on the same brainwave or sumn 😎😎 oooh kebbi as a jaywon bias is so cute hehe OH U READ THE HEESEUNG ONE THEN IIRC?

dkfnekdjjf i do technically bias yunho!! but hongjoong is higher than him on the totem pole <//3 my bias on top is joong :'))) yunho does make me go literally insane tho like sometimes he makes me forget abt joong (HONGJOONG U DIDNT SEE THAT CLOSE UR EYES BBG) but i love that all three of us bias yunho thats sooo funny 😭😭😭 i felt that tho like some dudes just be so fine that u start following their group

#sungbeam strikes again #moot ❧#kate 🍨

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bvidzsoo · 11 days ago

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Took me some time to answer this, but I hope you know I'm kicking my feet, hehe. Love u, Mina! <3

I certainly wasn't expecting Wikipedia to be involved, but nonetheless, amazing.

lmaoo, let me have my moment of weakness...at least it wasn't CHATGPT ikyk;)

The "you can't see color until you meet your soulmate" has since like middle school been one of my favourite plots ever, so to read yeosang fanfic created by none other than ari had me kicking my feet in the air. I was so excited to read this when we first started planning the event and im still vibrating with excitement 🤭

maaan, stop, why haven't you told me when we were planning the event, WOMAN??? This is so sweet tho, thank you very much! You're jinja the sweetest, ack!

I really like this MC. She can both feel envy for those who have found their soulmate but also be happy for them. and, oh my god, how she wonders if the warmth of seeing her customers happy is the same as the one she'll get seeing her soulmate 😭

she wants to hate them couples, but deep down, she can't because she's just a hopeless romantic lol (like me?? idk)

The further into the fic I get, the more I fall in love with your writing again Ari. There's something so special about how you describe the MC finally being able to see the colors. Like it doesn't hit her all at once, but gradually, as if she's always known that blue is the shade of the sky and green is the rich color of grass outside. And it's amazing how everything clicks in place when she sees Yeosang's reaction. I also love that she takes the time to drink in everything after Yeosang leaves. She admires the flowers in their true form for the first time ever and I think that's really sweet 🥹

ahh, I had this scene envisioned even before writing it...like, i got this idea when we were randomly searching for the tropes and I was like OMG i want this trop because i could do this really cool scene with it-and to know it came off well...THANK UUU

She doesn't get it by looking at the different ribbons or flowers, when a wave of rainbow washes over her, no. She realises that she has met her soulmate by seeing him. And, in some way, I find that to be more romantic than if she'd put two and two together by seeing the true color of the ribbon for the first time.

it iiis so much mooore romantic, AAACK!!

I freaking love their date 😭😭 They are so cute and soft with each other, and just taking it slow until they gradually warm up and are more relaxed. AND MC GIVING HIM A FREAKING HUG, THAT WAS SO CUTE- UGh....🤧 I love how they are always somehow touching whether its hugging, holding hands or literally knees nudging together 🥹 They've been apart for too long that they can't help it oh my heart~~

im glad you liked their cute little dates because i was kicking my feet HARD lol. And yes, they've been apart for too long now and don't want to miss any more seconds. I'm glad they are endearing hehe

THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT EARLIER!!! They're just so comfortable with each other now, as if they've known each other for years 😭 A thing that's sorta important to me is the idea that you can sit in a silence with someone and not feel awkward about it. Like you can just bask in each other's presence and think, "this is nice" despite not exchanging words.

if the love that finds me isn't gentle, I DON'T WANT IT OKAY?? I love moments like this one so much UGH, i was unwell writing it LOL. I knew you'd be a sucker for them as well, hehe ^^

IM JUMPING IN A DITCH THEY ARE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEEEEEE, MAY A LOVE LIKE THIS ATTACK ME. LITERALLY TAKE ME BY THE NECK AND BODY SLAM ME 🤧

lmaoo, you always make me crack up when you say this...im pinning it, btw!

Ahem, anyways! This story is so sweet and cute and soft and- *inhales* I'm now in need of more Yeosang fanfics 😭 As I always say, you never cease to amaze me Ari and this fic, at least I feel like, made you explore the more softer side of your creativity. Considering we've read a plethora of different genres, but now we get to see more of your fluffy-side and I can say I'm in love with it. Matter of fact, I might even send you a request of more fluffy!Yeosang 👀🩷

AAA now stop it Mina, that infinitely too sweet, I cannot do this. You saying I'm exploring my softer side of creativity has my heart soaring through my chest for some reason, thank uuu so much. I've been really enjoying writing these stories, thank you for taking part in it and giving me a chance to do something fun on this site hehe. That being said, I'll be catching up with your Hwa story!

A world in your colours

𐀔 Cherry Blossom, March Event 𐀔

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Daycare teacher!Kang Yeosang x Florist!reader

𐀔 Warning: none 𐀔 Word count: 6.2k 𐀔 Rating: sfw 𐀔 Genre: fluff, soulmates: you see all the colours for the first time when you meet your soulmate, strangers to lovers, fated together 𐀔 Summary: A world through the faint hues of your soulmate's eye colour isn't the most colourful life to live. Approaching twenty-five and still being unable to see all the colours the world has to offer has you worried that you'll never meet your soulmate. Doubts and questions riddle your mind day and night, but at least you have the one thing that makes you happy no matter what, your little flowers. You can't actually see their colours, but you can imagine their vibrancy. And then, one day when you're making a bouquet for a lovely man, your whole world gets covered in an overwhelming amount of colour, rendering you stunned.

A/N: Here it is, our lovely Yeosang's drabble. I love this guy and I love this little fluffy story, man, I was smiling so widely while writing these two, they are so endearing. Despite writing a florist!au...I cannot take care of my plants for the life of me, even though I really love them...especially pretty little flowers, but oh, well, I'll have to get better at taking care of them once I move out...I hope you enjoy this drabble and let me know what you thought of it, your feedback is much appreciated! Enjoy! ^^ divider @cromernet

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Colour, as defined by everyone’s best friend, Wikipedia, is the visual perception based on the electromagnetic spectrum. Although colour is not a fundamental attribute of matter itself, the way we perceive it is intricately tied to how an object absorbs, reflects, and emits light, as well as the subtle play of interference within those light waves. That was another sentence you had long ago read on the internet, and it stuck with you. Your peers have always considered you a bit strange for your obsession with colours, but then again, in a world that was painted mostly grey with hues of brown, amber, and copper, you couldn’t help but obsess over it. It wasn’t by choice that you couldn’t see all colours…if it were up to you, you’d coat your whole life in nothing but a mess of bright and light pastels. You sighed at the reoccurring thought as you walked over to another plastic vase to grab a purple Lily to add to the bouquet. You double-checked the label before grabbing it, though; you didn’t need another embarrassing incident today.

The sole reason as to why you couldn’t see colours yet was because you hadn’t met your soulmate yet. In a way, it was something you were glad for because you’d know for sure who your soulmate was. You’ve read stories written by famous novelists who fantasized about a world where your soulmate's first words directed at you would be inked into your skin, and you wondered whether that felt as magical as the author made it seem. What if five different people said the same exact words to you that were on your wrist? What then? How would you decide which was your soulmate? You didn’t like thinking about that, though, content with the reality of your world. Sure, it was a bit depressing and quite literally grey, but it also brought a sense of excitement and anticipation with it. Whenever you allowed yourself to fantasize about the moment when you’d meet your soulmate, your cheeks would burn hot, and your heart would race. You’d close your eyes and try to imagine all the vibrant colours that suddenly coloured your surroundings.

You figured it would feel overwhelming at first, making you sentimental or sending you into a panicked sobbing. You thought it would blind you and make you feel nauseous as all the colours would be suddenly as vivid as an explosion in the distance that was now right under your nose. You thought you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself anymore, that you’d need a second to piece your thoughts back together, to make sense of the situation, to tell yourself that everything was okay. That’s how you imagined you’d react, but you were always a person full of surprises, even to yourself. Besides, diving too deep into this topic always leaves you with a sour aftertaste. You were twenty-five, and your world was still gloomy, devoid of the warmth and brightness everyone around you gushed about. It wasn’t unusual to be still single by twenty-five, but most people have found their soulmates back in high school. Your parents, for example, were even luckier than that and met in middle school; their worlds suddenly filled with all colours. You were jealous of them, but you also admired them profoundly.

Their love was deep and unlike anything you’d seen before. Their respect for each other went even deeper than their love, kindness and devotion, just a few sentiments that could be added to their plate when cherishing one another. You wished for a gentle love like theirs, for quiet moments where no words had to be uttered to be understood, for genuine kindness and laughter that filled the longing in your chest. You smiled at your customer as you tied her bouquet together, getting an excited grin back in return.

“Oh, this is gorgeous!” She exclaimed as you grabbed a little butterfly sticker, searching for the perfect leaf to press onto, “My little one will love this!”

You were happy that the mother was excited; seeing your clients excited and happy over the flowers you loved so much always filled your chest with warmth. You imagined being with your soulmate felt like that, too. You handed the bouquet over to the woman once you were done with it, accepting her card when she said she had no cash.

“I’ve never seen anyone combine these colours so beautifully before,” The woman mused to herself as her eyes took in the plethora of flowers, a mixture of white, yellow, pink and even a little bit of purple in there, “You’ve got an artistic eye for it.”

You felt proud at the praise as you handed the card back, grinning at the lady as you bowed your head in gratitude, “That’s a lovely compliment, thank you so much!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell the lady that you had no idea what the flowers looked like in colour, whether the pink bow you’d tied to keep the bouquet together matched with the flowers you had chosen. The lady left soon after as she was in a rush, and you sighed, looking around the flower shop. You could tell the walls were a lighter orange, the shades a dark brown and probably your soulmate’s exact eye colour since the colour was so rich in hue. You’ve always wondered if the other colours were just as beautiful as the ones you could lightly see from time to time—or more pronounced if they were the same colour as your soulmate’s eyes—and your conclusion had always been that, yes, no matter what nuance or hue, all of it was just as gorgeous.

You thought of colours as you thought of flowers, special and unique in their ways, distinguishable and rather easy to remember once you learned their properties. Flowers have been your escape since a young age when your preschool teacher tasked you with growing little beans, encouraging you to name them and speak to them daily. After that, you had asked your parents whether you could try and cultivate your little garden in your room, and once they’ve given you the go, you had never turned back. The flower shop that you were working at wasn’t yours just yet, but its owner—a lovely middle-aged woman—was considering passing it on to you once she had grown old and tired of her business. You’d gladly take over it as you had no big plans for your future. You were content living in the place you had been born, surrounded by friends and family. You realised you were luckier than most that you could live a comfortable and fulfilled life, and that’s why you always made sure to give back to your community, even if it was something little.

You were just about to walk over to the vase with sunflowers when the doorbell chimed, signalling a new customer. You plastered a small smile to your lips and straightened your back, welcoming the man who had decided to walk inside your store, “Hello, how may I help you?”

“Hi, uhm, it’s my mother’s birthday today.” The man spoke, surprising you with his deep voice. His features were soft and relaxed; it was an unexpected juxtaposition, “Her favourite flowers are Magnolias; do you have any of that?”

You nodded your head, walking over to the vase placed right by the entrance. They were fresh as they had come in just today, so they were gorgeous as they were in bloom, “Silk Magnolias are mostly used for bridal bouquets, but I can make you a simpler one if you want me to.”

“I’d love that, please.” The man said as you two looked at each other, and for some unexplainable reason, your heart skipped a beat. You averted your eyes shily and crouched down to grab three Magnolias, your long skirt brushing past your ankles.

“They go well with Gardenias; would you like me to add some of those too?” You stood back up, realising that since the bouquet would be all white, you could add a deep red coloured ribbon to it, or perhaps even a soft pink one. The challenge, however, would be to find the right nuances since your coworker messed up some of the colours after her shift. You’d be embarrassed to ask the man for a little guidance, and that would be also you assuming that he had found his soulmate already, which would be a bit rude as you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Due to you being unable to see all colours, everything inside the store was labelled with little post-it notes, bold letters stating the colour of the flowers. With that also came the shelf behind the front counter always being organised after a system that you had already memorised, no need to read the labels anymore. All ribbons and coloured foils were placed in their designated spot so that you’d know which one was which colour, but your coworker had mixed up the black and blue ones, resulting in you embarrassing yourself not even half an hour ago when a customer asked for blue ribbons and you had given them black ones. You quickly fixed your mistake, and the man wasn’t even upset, but your cheeks still burned with shame as now the man knew you still hadn’t met your destined partner.

“Uh, if you think it’ll be pretty, sure.” The man said, walking to the counter as you went behind it to organise the bouquet for him, “May I ask…what colour it’ll be?”

You froze for a second before you hummed, going over to the Gardenias to grab two of them, “White, if that’s alright.”

The man nodded eagerly, letting his green briefcase rest on the counter where it didn’t invade your space, “That’ll be perfect, my mother loves the colour white.”

You smiled as you glanced up at the man, and somehow it seemed as if the sunrays shining through the window were brighter, creating a white haze around him. He looked really pretty with his curly hair falling over his forehead, curling around his cheekbones, and you noted its copper hue with slight admiration. Afraid you were starting to stare, you lowered your eyes and started working on the man’s bouquet. You first made sure all the flowers were fresh and in perfect shape, undamaged by transport, and then cut into the ends a bit. Then you held the Magnolias together, arranging the Gardenias in between and adding a few dark green weeds for a better aesthetic. The handle of the tape was almost black, and you found yourself humming a melody as you taped the flowers together just until you’d tied the ribbon around it. You pulled the bouquet away from your face and felt the customer’s eyes on your face, almost insistent, but you kept working with a small smile on your face, catching a glance at your bright orange nails. You remembered your mother saying that colour might be a bit too bright, but since you couldn’t see it well as it was dulled to your eyes, you decided to still go for it. It was fun, after all.

You turned then and looked at the shelf behind you, tilting your head in wonder. There was the blue ribbon that had embarrassed you earlier, small white dots decorating the fabric, and you found it cute how the pastel colours blended nicely together. You glossed over the black and blue ribbons, they wouldn’t make the white pop right now. You needed something intense and eye-catching—like the burgundy fabric that would look gorgeous in contrast with the white flowers! You grinned triumphantly and grabbed it off the shelf, turning around to tie it tightly around the bouquet, making sure the flowers didn’t move while you worked on making the perfect bow, not too small nor too big. Your chest felt warm, and you were aware of your cheeks burning, but you couldn’t decide whether it had gotten warmer inside the shop or if it was the man’s eyes following your every move that made you feel shy. Nonetheless, you smiled brightly as you raised the bouquet and extended it towards the man. His eyes were slightly wide as they frantically searched your face, and you felt a little disheartened as you couldn’t decipher what his reaction meant. Was your bouquet really that gorgeous, or did he perhaps not like it and wasn’t sure how to voice his thoughts?

“Oh,” You muttered, eyebrows slightly raised as you glanced at the man’s burgundy red hair and then at the ribbon, “The ribbon matches your hair! What a coincidence…”

Your smile froze on your face, your heart stilling in your chest. The ribbon matches your hair, kept repeating in your head like a distant echo as your fingers slightly trembled, your eyes running all over the man in a panic. He was taller than you, a bit buff underneath his dark green suit, tailored to fit his body prettily. His necktie was a light orange, a lighter shade that still matched his beautifully dyed hair, his lips a cherry red much like the small heart-shaped discolouration on his left temple. Your breath stuttered in your chest as your hands fell to the counter, mindful of the bouquet in your hands still.

“You’re…”

“I am.” The man sounded just as winded as you did, a huff of disbelief leaving his mouth, “Your socks are so bright, they match your nail colour.”

Your bottom lip trembled as you laughed, looking down at your socks that peeked out from underneath your skirt. They were bright, really bright actually, a neon colour worse than your nails. You had no idea you even owned them, and you wondered why your mother had never said anything about them.

“The bouquet will be 15€.” You said as you typed the amount into the cash register, and the man nodded, opening his dark green briefcase.

“Right, thank you so much.” The man said, fumbling with his wallet as he opened it, pressing the crumpled-up money on the counter. He reached out for the bouquet but hesitated slightly, and you averted your eyes as your fingers brushed together. You had a feeling it wasn’t by accident, given that the man’s cheeks also flushed pink, eyes abashed, “My mother will love it.”

“Happy birthday to your mother.” You found yourself saying as the man pressed his wallet into the small pocket of his suit jacket, briefcase in his firm grip. You didn’t want him to leave, not yet, but you couldn’t keep him here all day…it was his mother’s birthday, after all.

“I’ll come by tomorrow, same time as today. When does your shift end?” Your heart skipped a beat as the man stumbled into the open front door as he was walking backwards, his eyes not leaving you for one second. You chuckled and bit your bottom lip, playing with the money in your hands.

“I have the morning shift; I’ll be ready to go by the time you make it here.” The man’s lips pulled into a wide smile, lighting his whole face up. He looked gorgeous, and you felt breathless as you watched him wave at you and almost get stuck on the door handle, his cheeks flushing pink again as he finally left the store with haste. He glanced back inside through the huge window, and you told yourself to hold it together until you couldn’t see him anymore, and then came the squeals you could barely contain in front of him, your heart racing a mile. You had to take a seat and press your forehead against the cool counter, and even that didn’t help the warmth from spreading throughout your body as if winter was finally over and the first spring sun was here to warm you up from the inside out. That man was your soulmate. Your fingers trembled as you raised your head, blinking hard.

The world was so…different. Everything had colour, absolutely everything, and you didn’t know how to react to it all. The counter, which you thought was a light green or blue, was actually a cute beige colour, the stickers stuck to it a whirlwind of bright colours. You traced them before looking back up, eyes taking in all the beautiful flowers. You couldn’t believe that you could see the yellowness of the Sunflowers, a little taken back that they looked mustard coloured…or was that right? You hadn’t seen mustard yet, so you couldn’t tell; you’d have to test your theory out once you got home. The Lilies, the purple ones, left you in awe of their beauty, and you couldn’t help but walk over to the blue Orchids and trace their petals with a fond smile. You wondered who the man was as you looked out the window dreamily, your heart racing in your chest uncontrollably. He was a gorgeous person, and he also seemed kind; you couldn’t wish for tomorrow to come faster. You giggled to yourself and hurried back behind the counter, hands shaking as you dialled your boss in your excitement, too eager to tell her that you could see all the colour around you now.

Your hands trembled as you clocked out, locking eyes with your grinning co-worker. She was a bouncing ball of nerves, even more excited than you over the fact that your soulmate was supposed to show up any time now. You chewed on your bottom lip and smoothed down your kaki long skirt, your black blouse thin so you had to cover up due to the morning chill. Your warm and long coat was a bright orange, and on your way home yesterday, you had realised that orange was slowly becoming your favourite colour. Judging based on your wardrobe, littered in colours you had no idea even existed, you had concluded that even unknowingly, your world had always been infused with colours. Your mother cried, and your father jumped around in happiness when you told them about this new development, right while having dinner, accidentally slipping up by saying sunflowers were definitely not mustard coloured. You had wanted to tell them in a cosier setting, perhaps in a cuter way too, but what was done was done. Your mother then made you call your grandmother, who was groggy since she was getting ready for bed, but the soft smile on her lips told you that she was just as happy for you as your parents, co-worker, and boss.

“What was your first impression of him?” Your co-worker smiled brightly at you, fiddling with a ribbon she had difficulty tying around the thick bouquet.

“He’s just…he seems very sweet and caring.” You heard yourself saying, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes were glued to the huge window. He was supposed to be here a few minutes ago, but then again, he hadn’t specified an exact time when he’d stop by, “His features are really delicate, but he looks manly still. I love his hair, though; it’s so rich in colour.”

“What colour is it?” Your co-worker followed up with her question quickly, too invested to pay any attention to the bouquet she was supposed to finish in five minutes.

“Burgundy, and he has a matching—” You gasped, eyes widening as the man was here. He wore a tailored suit again, a beaver brown—you’d stayed up until a very late hour last night, researching colours and hues, shades and tones, trying to memorise them all in your rush of excitement—and his tie was a darker orange. Your heart was racing furiously as it felt impossible to look away; your eyes met when the man arrived by the door. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks slightly flushed a light pink colour, and you took a deep breath before you turned to wave at your co-worker. She looked stunned, eyes frozen on the man before her grin spread wider, ushering you out the shop with a squeal. It was embarrassing, but you were more preoccupied with walking straight without having your knees give out as you watched the man open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You lowered your eyes as he hummed, stepping aside to make space for you, “Hi…uhm, it’s lovely seeing you again?”

You wanted to facepalm yourself for making it sound like a question, but the man didn’t seem bothered as he chuckled, ducking his head. His suit jacket was nicely folded over his arm, his white shirt clinging to his body. It had gotten significantly warmer by noon, but you were someone who easily got cold, so you didn’t take your coat off.

“Hi, it’s really nice seeing you, yeah.” Then, the man cleared his throat and looked up with more confidence on his face, “I didn’t introduce myself yesterday. I was honestly too stunned to function properly. My name is Kang Yeosang.”

You extended your hand to shake Yeosang’s hand, your soulmate, and blushed when your skin made contact with his. His palm was bigger than yours, and his skin was really soft, but his grip was confident and strong without hurting you. You told him your name, and his eyes sparkled under the bright sunlight, and you felt yourself unable to look away. Yeosang was gorgeous; seldom did you see a man like him. It felt slightly surreal that he was your soulmate, and you felt extremely lucky all of a sudden. You didn’t know him yet, but something told you he was an amazing person.

“Where would you like us to go?” Yeosang’s question reminded you of the fact that you were still standing outside the flower shop, quite blocking the entrance actually, and you flushed darker when you realised your co-worker was most likely watching the two of you.

“Maybe for a stroll in the park just there?” You pointed across the street, the gates of the lovely park in the heart of the city visible. Yeosang nodded enthusiastically and motioned in front of himself as a way to tell you to lead the way. As you took off, you found yourself walking as close by Yeosang’s side as you could without making it weird, and your heart hadn’t stopped racing ever since you saw him. There was something magnetic about the man, about your soulmate, and you felt like you couldn’t last another day without being in his presence. Matter of fact, you didn’t want to be since you’ve waited twenty-five years for this moment.

“Would you like some coffee? Or tea?” Yeosang asked as you two noticed the small coffee stand at the same time and you hummed, looking at Yeosang a little sheepishly.

“I don’t like coffee, but I really like tea.” Yeosang chuckled, something like endearment appearing on his face as he grabbed your elbow gently and veered you away from the oncoming crowd of teenagers.

“That’s funny. I don’t like tea but basically live off of coffee.” You chuckled too, your eyes meeting as Yeosang walked you two over to the coffee stand. There weren’t a lot of tea options, so you settled for wild berries, glad that the vendor had some homemade honey for you to mix with your tea instead of sugar. Yeosang asked for a simple black coffee with ice, a bit of milk and one spoonful of sugar, and you found yourself reciting his order in your mind until you could recall it easily.

With your drinks in your hands, you headed for the crosswalk, having to wait since it was red for the pedestrians. The street was bustling with many people at this hour, and not everyone was as self-aware as you—and it seemed like Yeosang, too—so they either didn’t look where they walked or purposefully pushed people around to get further to the front. You had to make space for a guy on his phone, not paying even a little bit of attention to those around himself as you, too, could hear the music coming from his headphones. You tried to make space for everyone, but before you could step behind Yeosang, you felt fingers sneaking between yours, a warm palm pressed against yours as you were gently guided into Yeosang’s side. His eyes were still sparkling, his cheeks were red—not as red as the discolouration on his temple—and you thought for a second you could hear his rapidly beating heart.

“Is this okay?” He asked almost too quietly for you to hear with the honking cars and loudly conversing people, but you did catch it, and you nodded eagerly, making sure to squeeze Yeosang’s hand for extra confirmation.

“Yes! More than okay, actually.” You sounded more confident than you felt, and Yeosang was suddenly smiling widely, his cheeks pulled up and making him look the softest. Before you could do something as crazy as lean up and nuzzle your nose against his, the light turned green, and you followed the crowd, crossing the street. The walk to the park’s entrance was quiet, your hands fitting perfectly into each other’s, and you revelled in the comfort of it all as Yeosang occasionally glanced at you. The park wasn’t as packed as the sidewalks, and you could freely roam around without bumping into anyone, and yet, your hands stayed intertwined.

“So,” You spoke up, taking a sip of your tea before you faced Yeosang while walking, “What do you do for work? I’m a florist, but you know that much about me already.”

Yeosang hummed, facing you with that adorable small smile on his lips, “I’m a daycare teacher. The school isn’t far from here. You actually saved me yesterday. I was running late for my mother’s birthday dinner, and I thought there weren’t any flower shops close by.”

You chuckled, veering Yeosang away from the flock of birds that didn’t look too friendly, “Did your mother like the bouquet?”

“Yes, she loved it, thank you.” Yeosang then stopped, tilting his head with furrowed eyebrows, “I told them…my parents…that I found my soulmate, and they, well, uhm, they want to meet you. I know it’s too soon, and I asked them to wait a little bit until we’ve gotten to know each other, but they are just too impatient and excited to finally meet you.”

You felt your heart swell and almost burst out of your chest as your smile grew into a wide grin. You didn’t even realise it, but you had taken a step closer to Yeosang, smiling up at him so widely that your cheeks ached. Yeosang looked stunned for a second before he returned your smile, biting his lower lip as he averted his gaze down to the ground, “I’d love that, but I want to do what makes you feel comfortable. If you think we should wait, then we will; if not…just let me know when it’s good for you and your parents.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes finding yours, “You are so kind.”

“You are too, Yeosang.” You chuckled, and it was your time to look down. Yeosang seemed to feel proud over that compliment before he took off, guiding the two of you through the park.

“I don’t feel like we are rushing, but I think it’s more responsible if we go on a few dates first.” You felt like a high school girl, wanting to squeal over the fact that you’d be going on dates with Yeosang, “My parents are nice people, but they are…well, they had gotten a bit desperate about me finding my soulmate. Honestly, they thought you were dead.”

Well, that thought had never crossed your mind before, but it definitely didn’t sit well with you as you looked at Yeosang with a frown. His expression looked neutral, but he squeezed your hand, “I’m twenty-seven, so they think I’m too old to be single. My parents’ families were close friends, so they’ve always known they are soulmates. They had it easy, so it was weird seeing their son struggle to find his soulmate.”

“Did it hurt you? That you sought me out without success for so long?” You found yourself asking, curious to know how Yeosang felt. He seemed to think for a second, humming as he looked down at his cup of coffee.

“It was frustrating at first, mostly because my parents were also pressuring me.” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, then shrugged, “Then I realised I wouldn’t find you faster if I made myself mull over it, so I just let it go. Since we are fated to be together, I realised I couldn’t trick fate and quicken the process.”

You hummed in agreement, realising you’ve had a similar mindset to Yeosang’s for the past one or two years, “I’m twenty-five and had lost hope at some point. My parents, similar to yours, met very early on, in middle school. I thought I’d also find my soulmate around that time, and when it didn’t happen, I thought it would come in high school…but then that didn’t happen either, and I felt disheartened, like something was wrong with me. And then I realised I can’t push something that isn’t meant to happen just yet.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” Yeosang’s answer was quick, his hand squeezing yours as your eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t apologise, the wait was worth it in the end.” You giggled, averting your eyes shily.

“Yeah?” Yeosang sounded surprised, perhaps even a bit cocky, “You think so?”

“I think that you’re very handsome, Yeosang, and soft.” There was no reason to be embarrassed in front of your soulmate, certainly not when it came to complimenting him, “You have an aura of kindness and brightness around you; I think it’s everything I wanted in a partner.”

Yeosang was smiling widely again, nodding his head as he became shy once again, “You’re cute and vibrant; your smile makes my heart race. I’m thankful that you are my soulmate.”

You stopped walking, the sudden urge to hug Yeosang wasn’t something you could control, so you threw your arms around his torso and leaned into him, smiling to yourself as your head landed on his shoulder. Yeosang’s arms were quick to go around you, squeezing you into himself, and you realised he smelled like oranges and fresh grass, refreshing and calming. You loved the fresh smell of nature, and you loved Yeosang’s natural fragrance. You heard a chuckle, and suddenly something was plucked out of your hair, making your eyebrows furrow as you slightly pulled back, looking at Yeosang’s hand. A dry leaf was between his fingers, his expression amused.

“You’re like a garden fairy, do bees gravitate towards you during summer?” You laughed and shook your head, feeling a bit embarrassed as Yeosang pocketed the leaf instead of letting it fall to the ground. Your cheeks burned as you two let go of each other, fingers naturally intertwining as you headed for a bench, “Why did you choose to become a florist?”

You sat down on the bench, facing each other, and Yeosang’s knee brushed lightly against your thigh. You held your cup of tea in both hands, playing with it as you looked down in your lap, “Well, I just really love nature. I’ve always felt at ease around my little plants in my room, and then I realised I just really love flowers. They are so beautiful and tender, you have to nurture them and take care of them as if they were human. I feel like I have a connection to nature; it’s like I can be completely myself around all that beauty—and the colours! Oh, I love their colours, they are so gorgeous! I’m so glad you walked into the shop yesterday. I had no idea I was missing out on—so much!”

Yeosang watched with fascination on his face as you spoke, a little overexcited that he wanted to hear your hobbies and likes. It was only normal; you’d have to gradually get to know each other, yet it still felt surreal that the sky was an almost transparent blue, the clouds completely white, the barks of the trees various shades of brown, the grass so green, all the leaves, and all the colourful flowers. You loved seeing all the colour on people, too, how they expressed themselves by their outfits, all the colours inside buildings and outside. You’d have to buy some more colourful furniture for your room since it’s mostly beige and yellow. You wanted to cover your world in the colours of the rainbow, in every possible hue and shade.

“Yes, the world is so…intense now, vibrant. It’s impressive how I could live without it all.” Yeosang’s deep voice was soft and quiet as if he was speaking to himself, “I like being in nature, surrounded by wildlife, away from the noisy city. We could go on hikes and maybe even camping.”

You nodded eagerly, having fond memories of the hikes you had gone on with your friends and family, “I’d really love that, Yeosang. I’ve always wanted to go camping, but my parents don’t like bugs, so we never stayed out after nightfall.”

Both you and Yeosang laughed at that, and then you were eager to learn too about Yeosang, “I imagine you love children since you are a daycare teacher; how did you realise that?”

“It’s nothing too revolutionary,” Yeosang chuckled, finishing his cup of coffee, “I would babysit for our neighbours when I was a teenager, and then my cousin had a baby brother, and I’d spend a lot of time with them. As I was growing up, I realised I was fond of those little ones, so…it just happened, I guess.”

You nodded, understanding him, “Would you want children?”

The answer was obvious to that, but you still wanted to ask, “Definitely, if you’d also like to have children, of course.”

Your whole face flushed, and you coughed, a little taken off-guard by Yeosang’s direct answer. His eyebrows raised and his ears flushed, and suddenly he was stumbling over his words, “I mean—like, whoever is my partner, I care about that! You know, like, whatever my partner wants—whether it’s you or someone else, not that I’m thinking of anyone else—but I’m just…yeah, I think that was too soon, wasn’t it?”

He was adorable, you had to shield your mouth with your hand as you laughed quietly, shaking your head at Yeosang, “I mean, since we are soulmates, I don’t think any topic is too soon, Yeosang.”

“Yeah?” Yeosang asked, not quite looking at you yet, “Right, I mean, sure, that makes sense.”

Comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you picked a stray string off Yeosang’s knee. He watched you quietly, taking in your serene expression, and your eyes met as you raised your head. You smiled at Yeosang without saying anything for a second, then chuckled, this whole situation feeling unreal. Just yesterday, your whole world was covered in grey and hues of brown, amber and copper—and now, your soulmate sat next to you on a bench, the world infused with so much colour you still weren’t used to it, and to top it off, your soulmate was kind and loving, good with children and soft-spoken despite his uncharacteristically deep voice. His face was gentle, his features almost as if they were sculpted by Greek Gods, his burgundy hair even curlier than yesterday as it was pinned back by a little pink bow, and it made you wonder if it was a child from the daycare that had placed it there. Yeosang’s expression looked a bit baffled as you continued to stare at him without saying a word, and not wanting to look weird, you spoke up, “I’m just admiring you because I cannot believe you are real.”

A surprised gasp left Yeosang’s lips at your words, and he didn’t shy away this time, leaning forward to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You grinned as he caressed your cheek, his palm warm and his skin soft, and for a second, you forgot there was anyone else in the world beside the two of you, “I’m as real as it can be, and I’m here to stay, by your side, for an eternity, Y/N.”

And your heart skipped another beat hearing his words, your body freezing when Yeosang suddenly started leaning towards you. You were ready, if he wanted to kiss you, then you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as it felt like your heart was in your throat, but instead of kissing your lips, you felt something warm press against your cheek, underneath your left eye, then your right eye, and it felt more intimate than any other kiss. You bit your bottom lip and opened your eyes, staring deeply into Yeosang’s rich brown ones, an almost red-like hue licking around his irises.

“Would you like to spend the rest of your day with me, Yeosang?”

“I don’t think I want to spend any time away from you from now on, Y/N.”

And you knew in your heart, in your whole being, that the future ahead of you two was bright, vibrant, gentle, and so, so colourful.

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