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macawritesupdates · 1 day

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Writing Update 9/19/2024

Been a while since I did an update! Last week I was on jury duty and it MURDERED my writing time as I had to change up my day and it took longer to get home (mentally draining....)

Been back at work this week, but still has been draining, so less time to get things done, but trying to get back into the flow of things! Hopefully more updates to show soon!

REQUESTS

I will get back to those as soon as I clear up some other fics. Just got a lot of long fics (12 in total) and one-shots (like ...5 in total?) that I'm writing and want to finish!

READER INTERACTION FICS

Can't Help a Cuddle: It has 5k words in and that is just the spicy scene it is going to open up with lol It is going to end up being a long chapter as it introduces more plot and the like going forward! Hopefully will be updating soon!

Jealousy is Not a Good Friend: Also have it outlined and making good progress on writing it out so it should come out the same time or before Cuddle. Got some spice as always!

LONG FANFICS JJK

Broken in the Ways No One Sees: Going to speed run write out the last three chapters to the story as it one the poll for which one to finish first! I'll post chapters as I finish <3

When you Get Two Grandsons: Next chapter is coming and I'll be overhauling the tags to reflect the new developments! This story is remaining sweet and family feel wholesome!

Spouse Wanted: Experience not Necessary: the new chapter is NEARLY done and may be out tonight depending on how I finish up this last scene hehe! If not tonight, then going to be up tomorrow!

Lessons in Accidental Seduction: Eagerly writing out the next chapter! I'm excited for this one as it has nice character development and Sukuna really starting to work things out and he and Yuuji getting closer again <3

Malevolence of Love: Wanted to finish his fix before the 30th, but don't see that happening due to writing delays ; w ; BUT the next chapter is coming out and I know it is an anticipated one! Hoping it won't take long...

Who's a Good Boy: New chapter is in the works but not the priority fic at the moment!

The Yuuji Files: I am hoping a new update will happen SOON as I work through the scenes in this one. It is going to be a meaty chapter though as it has a lot of little plots going on in the B-plot area.

Careful What you Joke About: Also working on the next chapter now that the rewrites have been completed for the outline <3 I hope I haven't kept anyone waiting too long!

Mirrored Lives: Still need to rework and rewrite the outline and plot and get it to a point I'm more satisfied with.

LONG FICS MHA

What Sacrifices Heroes make that go Unsung: I WANT TO WRITE THE NEXT THREE CHAPTERS SO BAD AHHHH! I am going to push to make time to work on this one as ugh! I love it in my HEART so much and want to share ; w ;

A Rut Time of It: It is on the backburner as I get other fix worked out and finished up!

ONE-SHOTS IN PROGRESS

Pull Me Along if I Can’t Move Forward: Izuku/Bakugo sweet fic that is still in slow slow progress. Going to see if I can't finish it up soon!

Heatwaves and Curses Don't Mix: A pwp fic of Nobara/Yuuji/Sukuna with true-form Sukuna and his double dongs. Just pure smut for the heck of it that is slowly coming together

Playing House: Sukuita fic where Sukuna makes Yuuji play house like they did when kids but takes it too far. A pwp fic idea suggested when I was in the mood and is close to being done c:

Take Me to Prom?: Sukita one shot where Yuuji blackmails his cousin Sukuna to cross dress and take him to prom as his date. Shenanigans ensue

Once Upon a Blob: Sukuna, now Blobkuna, has a plan to get his body back and it involves the old fairy tale cliche of love's true kiss. Chaos ensures.

And That's When I knew It: A silly Uraraka/Kirishima one-shot where something horribly embarrassing happens and feelings are had (and spice XD)

FUTURE FANFICS IN PROGRESS

Culturally Inappropriate: Starting to outline the fic and name the characters who are going to be with Yuuji through the Possessed Anonymous group. Letting it build its own themes and feeling good about it so far!

This is the sequel to Historically Inaccurate and keeps moving with the themes and Sukuna and Yuuji building their relationship as vessel and and cursed spirit while also their personal healing. Gonna be good hopefully!

Law Meets Disorder: (Maybe changing to Law and Disorder for the title) Still mapping out my ideas but might get to finally finishing up the outline soon!

The Dragon Story: Still more an idea with more worldbuilding done than plot. Need to find a solid plot for it....

We Wretched Few: Heian Era court drama fanfic with an ABO flair to it that I've been poking around at :b

#Maca updates #so many fics so little time!

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smolvenger · 27 days

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Ok guys, so far here has been my life update!

So far I have

resigned from my job at a call center. Even if it gave me financial stability and would be possible to do remote, doing a call center jo where I constantly have to talk on top of being a singer and having lots of rehearsals and lessons would not be physically good. Also, the customers were very emotionally abusive at worst and the work was incredibly demanding. So yeah, I am now unemployed and looking for a different job where I am. Which I will need to because...

I have moved into my first apartment! I am there with my kitty cat! Sharing with two roommates! Ahhhh! But it means having to look for a job for rent and groceries and trying to budget my means. I am not broke yet, but pray a good job that works with my class schedule comes soon. Speaking of which.

My grad school life starts tomorrow! Classes begin!

And it includes- I am in the chorus of the fall opera! The whole situation is not ideal for students and it is not entirely what I thought it would be, but the good news is that since the opportunities for opera are morelimited this year, my school was nice enough to cast all of the grad students who didn't have a role into the chorus!

So yeah, that is my whole life update! So if I am slow to read fics or post writing, that is why! Phew!

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract @liminalpebble @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @muddyorbsblr

#adulting #carrie speaks

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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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A Racer’s Heart

Chapter 1

F1Driver!Jeno x Reader x F1Driver!Jaemin

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: IM BACK LOVELIES!!!! Ahhhh so a little update, I am back to uni again, a quarter of my family moved away, I was in a relationship, that ended, and more that’s not coming to mind right now. I don’t know how often I’m gonna be writing, I want to do more but the reality is I don’t have as much time as before. Also I took major steps back from K-pop, I think there was just too much going on in the community that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore. Anyway, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of international racing for open-wheel single-seater formula racing cars sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA). The World Drivers' Championship, which became the FIA Formula One World Championship in 1981, has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word formula in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform. A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix, which take place worldwide on both purpose-built circuits and closed public roads.

This is your first season with NCT, but your 4th season in Formula 1, as a race engineer for the infamous Lee Jeno. Jeno had entered the sport when he was just 18, racing for Alfa Romeo, however now he was with a team that matched his talent. He was in a competitive car this season. As exciting as it was for Jeno, it was exciting for you too.

You had known Jeno since before his days at Alfa Romeo. You had been his race engineer since formula 4, when you were assigned to Jeno for a race, by mistake. Jeno went on to win his first f4 race with you as the person talking him through it. Since then you had been his race engineer for every race he entered in. And you watched Jeno dominate in formula 3, and formula 2 before entering into formula 1. And even in a non competitive care, he continued to outperform expectations.

You were gonna stay by his side, and watch him stand on the top of the podium as champion of the world, talking him through the entire time.

However, your heart might have other plans for you.

“That’s P4, Jen, P4.”

“Fuck, that was a good lap,” you could hear Jeno chuckle on the other side.

“Race like that tomorrow, and you’ll be on the podium,”

“We’ll be on the podium,” Jeno corrected you, “I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ll meet you in the garage.”

You took off the headset, and took a sigh of relief. No matter how many free practices, qualifying sessions or races you talked Jeno through, you never liked it. You don’t remember when you started to feel anxious about seeing Jeno in the car, but you knew you couldn’t sit still until he was out of it.

You took note of where everyone was on the grid, Jeno didn’t care if the information pertained to him or not, he wanted to know it. You met Jeno by the car to be right where he got out.

“P4,” you said with the biggest smile you could manage for Jeno, P4 was well above anyone’s expectations for qualifying. Since this was Jeno’s first season with NCT, he was expected to qualify P7, P8. Although you're not too surprised about P4, Jeno had a habit of making his talents known.

“P4 today, P1 tomorrow,” Jeno said with a smile, as the two of you began to walk to his dressing room.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Leclerc is still on pole. Verstappen is P2, Sainz P3, Na P5, Perez P6, Hamilton P7, Bottas is P8,”

“Bottas?” Jeno questioned cutting you off, “in the Alfa Romeo?”

“The Ferrari is fast, and Alfa Romeo is a Ferrari engine.”

“Who rounds out the top ten?”

“Maggunsen at P9, and Alonso at P10.”

Jeno sat in the chair, leaning back, his head tilted up, looking at you. “You know, I’m so lucky to have you?”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you appreciate me more then?” You asked, not being serious at all, just teasing Jeno.

“I do,” Jeno stood up now, coming close to you, “I am forever grateful to you.”

Seven years, you have known Jeno for seven years now, almost going on eight. Jeno has been with you through getting your GED, all through college, three boyfriends, getting your first place and more. He is your longest standing relationship, that it makes you question just how platonic everything is.

“Go already (y/n), I’ll look at your notes, and we’ll go over it tomorrow.” Jeno said, stepping away, grabbing the tablet with your notes. “I’m serious, go.”

You let out the breath you were holding, “alright,” you gathered your things before exiting, turning back one last time for the night, “call me if you have any questions, I’m serious, you know I’m a night owl.”

“I will,” Jeno smiled back to you.

You laid in your hotel room, scrolling through the usual social media, when a very curious caption caught your eye. It was a quote taken from a post qualifying interview from today.

“I think Sunday is more important than Saturday… We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to form any opinions.” Quote from Na Jaemin, about today’s qualifying.

You clicked the link to read the article about that particular interview. To which, Jaemin had subtly stated that Jeno out qualifying him was a complete luck, and that tomorrow would show who is the better driver overall.

Your first thought was to call Jeno and tell him the ridiculous lies that Jaemin was spewing out, but knowing teddy bear Jeno, he would tell you to just let it go. That his racing will speak for him, that what Jaemin said is nothing but words.

So without Jeno having to tell you, you did exactly that, you let it go, for now.

Sunday, race day. You were excited to say the least, you met Jeno in the hotel before going down to the paddock.

“You’re starting P4, Sainz is ahead of you,” you remind Jeno, “It’s gonna be difficult getting through Leclerc and Verstappen, so your main competition is going to be Sainz.”

“Are you saying that the best I can do is P3?” Jeno asked with just enough of a glint in his eye for most people to assume he was teasing, but not enough to convince you that he wasn’t serious.

“You can win it today, but it’s more important that you cross the finish line than winning,” you say. Jeno still looks a little in between, not fully convinced, you stop him before walking into the NCT motorhome. “You’re gonna do great, you’re gonna show everyone your worth of your seat, and you’re gonna come home safely,” you take a breath, “and maybe you can win on top of all that?” You smiled.

“Yeah I think I can win on top of all of that,” Jeno smiled once again. He always tended to be an overthinker. Always in his own head about things, allowing other people's opinions to fester inside of him, he never could pull himself out of his own thoughts. You would always do that for him.

All the cars lined up after the formation lap, you sat in front of your screen with the other race engineers.

“P4 and P5, the goal is to maintain positions.” Taeyong announced to the entire crew. NCT finished in 4th in the Championship last season, just behind Ferrari, ahead of Mclaren. Taeyong’s goal for this season was 3rd or better. In the practice sessions of this weekend, the car was on par with the Redbull but behind the Ferrari, so 3rd should be achievable. If all was to go well.

“Radio check, 1, 2. Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear,” Jeno responded back clear as day.

‘And its lights out and away we go.’

“We’re gonna box this lap, box.” You spoke into the mic, telling Jeno what to do.

“Did you just tell Lee to box?” Mark, another race engineer asked, in a panicky manner.

“Yeah, that was the strategy we all agreed on,” you answered back, worry starting to fill you.

“Na was supposed to be first then Lee,” Mark looked even more panicked than earlier.

“We’re double stacking?” You questioned as you turned your attention out to the pit lane, where the crew waits with two sets of medium tyres.

You watched, holding your breath as Jeno pulled into the slot, his tyres removed, a new set screwed on, and he was released just as Jaemin came up to the garage. You let out your breath, as the double stacking worked.

“2.2,” shouted one of the crew, to let everyone know Jeno’s pit stop was 2.2 seconds, “2.3” and Jaemin’s was 2.3 seconds. You and Mark high fives over a successful double stacking.

Just before Taeyong shouted out, “what the fuck was that?” You and Mark turned back to look at Taeyong, both of your guys face going pale. “That wasn’t the strategy.”

“Yeah but it worked.” Mark smiled.

“If you keep fucking up, you minus well work at Ferrari.”

“Come on boss, it’s only Bahrain, cut us a little slack,” you smiled sweetly at Taeyong. You had heard more than once, from more than one person that Taeyong was a bit uptight during the race, and that he’s much more reasonable after a race.

“That’s the checked flag, Jen, P3! P3!” You shouted into the mic for Jeno to hear.

“LETS GO,” Jeno shouted out loud into the radio, “fuck that felt good, I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting at the bottom of the podium for you,” you spoke into the mic once again. Your heart twisting just a bit knowing that your words were heavy with feelings. Funny thing, Jeno is actually the reason your last relationship didn’t work out. Although you refused to tell Jeno that. Your previous partner thought that you and Jeno were too close, that you guys were always more than just friends.

When Jeno asked why your partner ended it, you just said that it was because of conflicting schedules. It would crush Jeno to know that it was him, no matter how many times you would try to convince him that it was for the best. He would just believe that he was standing in the way of your chance to be happy.

You looked up at the podium watching Jeno spray the champagne, you could feel the light droplets of the liquid, tap down on your face. Jeno shook hands with Charles and Carlos, before taking a picture together. You felt this sudden heat radiating next to you, you turned to see Jaemin standing next to you. He must’ve just arrived after his weigh in. He looked very handsome, handsomely angry standing next to you, watching his competition standing on the podium. And vaguely, just a hint of emotion behind the anger was admiration.

You turned back to watch Jeno enjoy the podium, before saying “have you formed any opinions, Na?” You side eyed Jaemin. You watched him huff, before turning to walk back to the garage.

“1, 2, 3, say cheese,”

You smiled brightly turning to look at Jeno, when the flash went off, he remained staring straight. Trophy in one hand, the other one wrapped around you.

“Okay, good.” The photographer announced.

Jeno looked back at you, finally, his eyes curved like little moons. “What a good race,” Jeno’s smile never leaves his face. Jaemin came around to the two of you.

“Congratulations, Lee,” Jaemin stuck out his hand for Jeno to shake, “good race.”

“Thanks Jaemin,” Jeno took Jaemin’s hand in a firm grasp. The two come together for a hug, before both parting their own ways. You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, because at the end of the day, whatever rivalry that goes on between Jeno and Jaemin. It stays on the track, the minute they step out of the car, they are colleagues, co-workers. It was like that for all the drivers, rivals on the track, friends off the track.

As soon as you made it back to the hotel, you started packing up all your belongings. You flew out to Saudi first thing in the morning, and you had meetings all day Monday.

The time in between races went by faster than you wished. Before you knew it, it was Friday again and Jeno was getting ready for free practice 1.

“Based on last week, the car should have the straight line speed, in the turns that’s all you,” you said to Jeno as he got strapped in his seat, before you went back to the pit wall.

“I got it,” Jeno smiled, as he put on his gloves.

“Safe release yeah?” You said to one of Jeno’s mechanics. You watched as Jeno drove out, down the pit lane, onto the race track. He started off with an outlap, just getting the car right. Just before he got to the line, “remember talk to me Jen,” you reminded. Jeno did have a habit of getting too much into the groove, and forgetting to relay conditions.

“Yes ma’am,” you heard Jeno chuckle. He started his lap, absolutely flying through the circuit.

“He’s too wide into turn 4,” Doyoung, one of the race strategists, said as the both of you watched Jeno on the monitor.

“Keep it tight into turn 4 Jen,” you spoke over the radio, trying to remind Jeno gently.

“I’m trying, but I’m loosing the rear too much,” Jeno was clearly frustrated.

“We should end the session early for him,” you said to Doyoung, not wanting to risk further damage to the car.

“He needs to run more laps, we don’t have enough data for the race yet,” Doyoung said, as he reviewed the screens, “have him pit for a break, but send him back out before free practice ends.”

“Yes,” you obliged, “Jen, box box.”

“The car has too much oversteer,” Jeno said, clearly frustrated about free practice. He couldn’t find his pace in the car, not nearly as much as he wanted to. “I like a little more oversteer too, but that was just insane.”

You sat in the debriefing room with all the race engineers and strategist, as well as Jeno, Jaemin and Taeyong. “I have to agree with Jeno on this,” Jaemin said as he leaned back into his chair. You looked at him for a good moment, thinking that he was actually very handsome, but only when he wasn’t talking. “The oversteer is insane, the steering wheel is pointless,” Jaemin said, and just like that he wasn’t handsome to you anymore.

“We can adjust that, but it’s gonna take time to find the right balance, for the both of you,” Johnny, the chief technical engineer, who designed the car, said, “it won’t be done by the next race.”

“It could also be the track, I wouldn’t do any drastic changes yet,” Jeno spoke, trying to considerate of everyone else, “last weekend the car felt good, we were on pace with the Mercedes.”

“Jaemin?” Taeyong asked, looking at his other driver now.

“No, I agree, if there’s still an oversteer problem by free practice 3 than maybe we need to make an adjustment, but right now is too early,” Jaemin looked around the table, making his opinion heard, “we’re just being honest with what we feel in the car.” Jaemin gestured to himself and Jeno.

“Good,” Taeyong said, “y/n, mark, you have the code list, go over it with your drivers, this is gonna be the list until Spain. Other than that, you guys are dismissed.”

Everyone began to gather their things, and leave, “oh Jaemin,” Taeyong spoke up before you and Jeno had left the room, “go see Ten, he wants to go over some PR stuff with you.”

You could hear Jaemin scoff, but you just smirked to yourself. That’s what he gets for making comments about your driver.

“P6 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line for qualifying.

“Not bad team, let’s get them tomorrow,” Jeno said as he made his way into the pit lane. You met Jeno in the garage, after getting the car settled in it’s spot. After Jeno got out of the car, “where did Jaemin qualifie?”

“Jaemin was knocked out in Q2, he’s P12 for tomorrow.”

“Who’s ahead of me?”

“Ocon, ahead of him Verstappen,”

“Behind me?”

“Russell and then Alonso” you said.

“Ocon shouldn’t be a problem, but Max is something else,” Jeno said, thinking about the overtakes for tomorrow. “Russell and Alonso behind me isn’t great either though.”

“It’s gonna be a difficult one for sure, but you’ll get it done.”

“That’s P8 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line at the end of the race.

“I’m sorry team, could’ve done better,” Jeno said, clearly upset about those last few laps.

“Jeno, this is Taeyong, that was a good race,” Taeyong spoke quickly, “you did good Jeno, proud of you man.”

“Thanks team, we’ll bring it next time.” You could hear Jeno chuckle just a little this time. “Y/n, where did Na finish?”

“P12, just outside the points,” you answered. “I’ll see you in garage Jen.”

After Jeno finished his weigh in and he finally met you in the garage, did you properly congratulate him for a truly spectacular race. “I finished lower than what I started,” Jeno sighed.

“You did good, and you raced hard, that’s what’s important.” You answered, “not to mention you also came home safely and you finished within the points.”

“I guess,” Jeno said in between sips of water, clearly exhausted from the race. At this time you could see Jaemin walking towards the both of you.

Jaemin came up on Jeno’s side, sticking out his hand, “good race Lee,” Jaemin said with a firm shake and a pat on the back.

“You too Na,” Jeno answered kindly. You couldn’t help but scoff just a bit. Jaemin side-eyed you a bit before walking away without another word. “Play nicely y/n,” Jeno said, giving you a look, after Jaemin had walked a bit away.

“I always do,” you smirked, before turning on your heels to make it back towards the hospitality room.

“Yeah right,” Jeno said loud enough for you to hear, before following after you.

In the media pen, Jaemin was making his rounds for the post-race interviews.

“Jaemin, thoughts after the race?” One lady asked.

“Um it was a difficult one,” Jaemin answered, wiping the sweat away from his face with the back of his arm. You just happened to be in the area, Jeno was also making his rounds, and you were waiting for him. “I obviously didn’t qualify in the best place, and we lost places early on in the race, so it definitely wasn’t one of my better performances.”

You were close enough to hear Jaemin, as well as the following question, “this is the second race in a row that your teammate has outperformed you, do you think there’s gonna be some added pressure now? Maybe a little more determination to do better?”

You couldn’t, for the life of you, understand why reporters would ask those type of questions. Questions that attempt to provoke a reaction. Questions that fueled fake rivalries. You knew the drivers hated being asked those types of questions. However, nonetheless you stayed close enough to hear Jaemin’s answer.

Jaemin chuckled before responding, “I mean of course there’s added pressure when you’re not performing at the same level that you were the previous season, but that’s not Jeno’s fault. And of course there’s determination to do better, but that’s regardless of how Jeno is doing, because I know I’m not doing as good as I did last season.”

You were thoroughly surprised at Jaemin’s answer. You didn’t expect Jaemin to give a very clean answer, you genuinely thought that he wouldn’ve hinted at his poor performance being Jeno’s fault, but truly he didn’t.

“I see, thank you for your time Jaemin,” the reporter smiled.

“Thank you,” Jaemin smiled at the reporter, and for half a second you blushed at his smile. He looked very handsome, post-race, race suit tied around his waist, hair slightly out of place, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead, pearly whites flashing with a bad boy smile.

“Are you drooling at my driver?” Mark, Jaemin’s race engineer, asked catching you in a moment of weakness.

“There’s many drivers in that media pen, I could be drooling at any number of them,” you scoffed at Mark’s accusations.

Just as you were packing up your stuff for the night, getting ready to head back to the hotel, you could hear someone talking. You peaked around the corner to see who it was. It was Jaemin, he was on the phone.

“I know…I know…” Jaemin sounded frustrated with whomever he was talking to. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it’s not your fault if the person is talking loud enough for you to hear. “It’s only the second race of the season,” Jaemin sighed.

You peaked around the corner again, to see Jaemin running his hand through his hair. You took notice of his grip on the phone against his ear, get tighter. “I didn’t call to be scolded by you Dad, I called to check in on mom,” Jaemin said finally, his tone sent chills down your spine.

That was your que to leave, you turned to go in the other direction, you slipped on a pair of earbuds pretending not to be able to hear anything. Thankfully just in time, Jaemin ended up pacing, and walking around the corner in your direction. By the time Jaemin saw you, you had your poker face ready, and your music playing. Jaemin took notice of the earbuds you were wearing, already drawing the conclusion that you didn’t hear him. He walked back to where he came from, while you walked in the opposite direction.

You officially called it a night after that, heading straight for the hotel. You figured you would just completely forget you heard anything.

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meltedbluecaterpillar · 27 days

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Pff..im an apple serpent that's fantastic.

Ahhgfn..its okay, you can wake up earlier tomorrow,,,! You werent meant to wake up early today trust..you needed the sleep I'm sure..

Bwhh..he reminds me a lot of how I used to be when I was in middle school. So ch7 was increasingly more tragic for me. His growth warmed my heart ugghhfh..it's his first time living too. He's always much,,much more of his own person and even more enjoyable in events without malleus. (Ahem harveston..)

I love him,,I used to despise him but Sebek,,you silly guy..💔

Good evening... Selky! I apologize for responding so late. Time just... Slips away from me. Water that glides through my fingers and suddenly I find myself in a drought. I would rather be drowning... I have to get up early for work. But I find myself unable to sleep. I... Am having car troubles. My tire... Is going to burst... And I have a small day trip coming up... And my rent... Ahhhh... I have to admit something... I am going to be moving again soon. Changing living locations again... And I am sick of it already. I hate packing and moving. It is inconvenient and hot. I dislike it... But it is not fair to vent my troubles. I want to have fun with everyone. For now, I want you to giggle. I smoked a bowl (marijuana) and inhaled so hard I swallowed. And I managed to burp a cloud of smoke as if I was a cartoon character. Life is fantastic and I enjoy it's ups and downs.

Chapter 7 is extremely sad from what I am seeing with the dreams and every update on the Japanese server. I am excited to get the cards and all of their updates. I am going to shake with glee as I wait for Ruggie's. If he cries? I will cry... But... I also hope he looks cool and strong... An irritated face even if he's... Actually. I want to make a prediction.

I don't think Ruggie will cry in his card. Ruggie and I grew up similarly; "There will be a day when no one will dry your tears for you. You have to do it yourself." I think... Even if he wants to cry he can't waste the energy. He can't waste the time. He is strong all by himself. And he knows it. I want to see him being cool. I don't want him to sob. But I want to see what a harsh upbringing can do to someone. And how it can change the way they express emotions. This includes bottling and turning sadness into frustration/anger.

I am under the influence... So I had gotten side tracked... Ah... Forgive me Sebek... I think you are a very good boy. I hope to see you do your best.

#absolute answers.#selky ʚїɞ

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bitchyfoxymama · 2 years

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Coffee Shop Romance(Modern Day AU) - Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Warnings: tooth rottening fluff yall

A/n: Ahhhh my first Bridgerton Fic and for my fav brother too!! I hope yall enjoy this one my loves!!

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Is it weird for me to come into a coffee shop every day at the same time so that I can see the cute cafe owner? Maybe. Is it weirder to come in every day and buy a coffee even though I know I really hate the taste of coffee? Definitely. Will I fail in asking for his number, as I have for the last week? Most certainly. I continue my morning routine, like clockwork I walk to this little cafe down the street from my apartment.

My best friend introduced me to this little shop one day when we were out shopping and it began to rain. We walked in and there he was in all his glory. A tall, handsome man with kind-looking blue eyes, brown hair, and a smile that could knock you on your feet. I was awestruck when we met eyes, I was on autopilot when we walked up to the counter to order. I ordered a coffee cream and 2 sugars. It wasn't until kate and I made it to a table and only then did I come out of the trance.

"You don't like coffee, why did you order that?” she asks.

"Haha, his beauty distracted me and I ordered something I never do” smiling and sipping my coffee, cringing when it goes down my throat.

Who would have known that one visit would change my life for the better?

“Ok Y/n, you are going to march in there and when you order your coffee, and when Benedict smiles at you, you are going to ask him for his number,” I say to myself as a little pep talk before I walk into the little coffee shop that’s owned by the cutest shop owner. I take another deep breath before going in and waiting in line. I pull out my phone and scroll through Instagram when I hear a distinct whistle. I look up and my eyes are met with beautiful blue eyes, a beautiful smile follows when our eyes meet. I walk up to the counter ignoring the stares I’m currently getting, forgetting to cut in line.

“Good morning Benedict, how is it so far?” I said, smiling slightly.

“Oh you know the usual, here is your cup of coffee, cream, and 2 sugars,” he says placing it down in front of me on the counter. I begin to pull out my money, but he stops me, “Your money's no good here, this one is on the house.”

This is it, this is my chance to ask him for his number. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, not even a squeak. I can feel a blush begin to creep up my face as I stand there in front of this beautiful man. I just smile once again and go to my usual seat and sip my coffee. The bitter liquid ran down my throat. I pull a book from my bag and pretend to read the book. The entire time that I sat at my little table Benedict and I made eye contact ever so often.

I continue to absentmindedly flip through the book as thoughts of the gorgeous barista run through my head along with more ways to get his number. Should I use a dumb pickup line? No, that’ll be too weird, and ill probably mess up and make a fool of myself in front of all his customers. Do I just wait until tomorrow to try and ask him again? No, certainly not it has to be today. Do I just swallow my pride and go up there like a big girl and ask him? Hey, maybe I'll get lucky and ask him on a date! Nope, I am not prepared for that yet. I take a deep breath and take another sip of the coffee.

When I take my last sip of the bitter-tasting drink, I get up, and just as I am about to throw away my little paper cup I notice writing. It’s a group of numbers, these numbers form a phone number. Another blush creeps up on my face when I turn towards the counter and see Benedict standing there with a smile on his beautiful skin. His finger beckons me towards him and the feeling of butterflies and pounding in my chest makes me move my feet towards him.

“You come in here every day, order a single cup of coffee and sit in the same place. However, you don't like coffee. Why is that?” the handsome man asks me while he leans against the counter.

Once again I open my mouth to speak but not a sound leaves it. It's as if my vocal cords have been snipped at that very moment.

“If you ask me, I’d say it was because you want to come in here and see me?” he says after he’s leaned in close to my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin, igniting it like a forest fire. I’m sure at this point i'll become covered in flames of how hot my cheeks are burning.

I swallow, trying to ease my dry throat. I open my mouth this time the sound comes out.

“You are right, I don’t like coffee, in fact, I hate it, but it gave me an excuse to come in every day just to see you,” I say looking up at him and staring into his light eyes. He smirks back. Aish this guy's duality is insane.

“Well, how about you and I go on a date, I can treat you to something that doesn't involve coffee, how about we try that new dumpling place that opened up downtown? Then after we can come back here for dessert?” he says looking at me with sparkles in his eyes.

“Yeah, I would really like that, I’ll call you later so we can set up a time,” I say, stepping back, mid-turn when he says something.

“By the way, you look really cute when you blush Y/n,” he says with a smirk in his voice. This guy I swear. I hurriedly walk from the cafe, his laugh is like music to my ears as the sounds follow me as I leave. Kate will never believe this when I tell her I finally got Benedict's number after a month of coming into the cafe.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x y/n

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llondonfog · 1 year

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collapses into bed

Tomorrow is my "official" last day in my office where I've worked for 3 years and literally everything went sideways in the worst way possible this week, I've been pulling 12 hr days trying to fix this mess before I hand the project over to my replacement. It's not how I envisioned myself departing when we were on schedule just two weeks ago, and I'll still be working two jobs until mid April to help with turnover and one final presentation but it feels so strange to say that I'm moving on after tomorrow with my new promotion.

I've been absolutely exhausted these past few days and am so looking forward to my vacation next week to visit family, I really need to get away from work before I start something completely new and out of my depth next month in my new role ahhhh

And I'm looking forward to answering all of your asks and posting some more short fic in the coming weeks, thank you all for dealing with my quick turn burnout this week 🥲

#tbd #pulling five 12hr days in a row was a Mistake

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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Spreading sky! Hero gals! Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure! This is a... very exciting prospect, of course. Not only is it the 20th series and very close to the franchise's 20th anniversary, but we're jostling a lot of franchise traditions! Blue non-human leader, a full-time male Cure, an (entirely unambiguous) adult!

New town, new me. That also means a new tag!

"Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky!"

Y'know, filter that out if you wanna.

Man, imagine liveblogging a PreCure series on time lmao

Spoilers, I guess...

-The sky!

-Skyloft?

-Oh wow, even got giant birds.

-There's Sora-chan. I'll give you a dumb nickname later,

-Skyland Castle!

-Wonder if we'll run into Spyro the Dragon?

-Maybe if we were on a Nintendo console we'd meet Bowser and Donkey Kong.

-Lotsa cute borbs on Skyland, huh?

-Subarashii~! Hapii Basudei~!

-Princess El. You are... a very interestingly designed baby, I'd say.

-How old are you, a year?

-Oh look it's Bebop from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. That's neat.

-Kabaton.

-Gonna bomb a fuckin' baby! Okay!

-"Speed up."

-Don't pay that bird enough for this, Sora-chan.

-It's Hero time!

-Oh shit.

-I enjoyed DePaPre's OP an awful lot, but this

-This is a banger right out the gate.

-Gives me very high hopes for the rest of the soundtrack.

-Oh shit, Futari wa callback.

-Ah, even got a notebook opening for the title card, that's cute.

-P i g

-The 7th Chocobo Cavalry has come rushing in.

-Kabaton-ton?

-Very nimble for a big fella, huh?

-In comes Sora-san.

-Hot damn, this girl's must've done mocap for Mirror's Edge.

-Ain't no stopping this dude.

-Ready... Go!

-"I am the girl from the sky! Of the clear sky clan!"

-REALLY now, Toei?

-I ain't even gonna dignify that with a response, I'm just gonna move on with my life.

-Dropped the baby.

-Going into strange holes is generally not advised until you're far older, Sora.

-Hydrogen baby.

-Very cute hydrogen baby, might I say.

-Where we at?

-Drop TWO babies at once!

-Pretty Holic~! They sell stationery too~!

-Hurtling at the terminal velocity of... 2 miles an hour.

-That's a car, those're rolling death machines.

-That's Pretty Holic lipstick, that's what we call a "uniting thread".

-"WHY ARE THESE BIRDS SO TINY?!"

-Mashiro-chan, gotcha.

-Sorashido~!

-"My notebook~!"

-Ahhhh, Skyland script.

-Oh god, he's back.

-Underground!

-Ranborg!

-C

-CureTube.

-Curesta. CureTube.

-Gonna write up my fanfic ideas on my CurePad in Pretty Docs, then maybe post 'em up on Cureblr.

-Using the Octagon-washing-machine to dry Octagon-coats on Octagon-hangers.

-"Mashiro-san! Protect Hydrogen Baby with your life."

-"Noooooo pleeease!"

-Smoked out.

-Hot damn, these're some nice angles.

-"Gimme that baby, extra!"

-A fated duel!

-Oh, he went and done it now.

-Tore up her dreams right in front of her.

-Precuuuuuure!

-It's Hero Time!

-Sky mirage! Tone connect!

-Hirogaru Change! Sky!

-Hop! Step! Jump! Clearly she takes inspiration from Ichika Usami.

-Love the side cape.

-Blue sky soaring to infinity! Cure Sky!

-Sora Harewataru... that is, Cure Sky is our hero for this year. She fights for truth, justice, and a better tomorrow!

-She's not quite flying yet. But she is falling with style.

-That's some impact!

-Hirogaru Sky Punch!

-Dig in peace once more.

-You're safe now, citizen!

-Oh, ED time.

-Don't worry Mashiro-chan, you'll get to be Cure Prism in, say... an episode or two? You're voiced by Rabirin, so your odds are pretty good. There's the lad, Cure Wing, voiced by Don Murasame. And Butterfly-oneesan, I haven't actually heard of Ayaka Nanase till yesterday.

-I love the colored pencil aesthetic, I feel seen.

-Very nice ED, very cute.

-Gotta keep the kid safe.

-I've actually been considering a few of options for my unique liveblog tag.

-"I would fly into the sun if that would keep our dream alive" is fitting, but is a bit... loaded a reference for me to make as a RWBY fan.

-I've considered using the lyrics of the Jetman theme or even some old Superman standards, but I thought those'd be a little obvious.

-My Hero Academia and One Punch Man references were considered, of course, but were discarded.

-I reckon what I chose gets the point across well enough, yeah?

-Kinda newspaper headline-y too, as a bonus.

-Well, you know where to find me for next time! See you on the flip side, citizens!

#hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #hirogaru sky pretty cure #pretty cure #precure #Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky!

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douevenbleachbro · 1 year

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I’ve thrown around this fic idea before but I think it may be more than I can chew. Especially ‘cause it would be Orihime-centric and I don’t know if I can write her well enough for a whole story, but this idea has been buried deep in my brain and I wanna get it out! Cause I think it’s a good idea! And it may be pretty unique...maybe. It’s not like I’m checking lmao.

Story: Orihime is able to travel the multiverse. Kinda like Scarlet Witch from the MCU (X-men actually but lets not get into that) or even Dr. Strange. Or Mrs. America (Yes the MCU gave me this idea lol)

I mean look, Hime has some time-warping ability, no? Or space-warping? She can “reject” reality, so she can just be like, nope I don’t want that to be a thing, and then put it back to how it was. I think that’s the gist of her ability. So she could’ve stood before Ywach and been like, no I reject your entire existence and erased him, no? I don’t remember his abilities so I gotta read up on that. Not that I have to get things canon-compliant 100%, but I need something to start a foundation.

I think what I want to do is make her powers kinda like Elizabeth’s from Bioshock Infinite, even though I know they’re not the same. Hime kinda rewinds, or erases, whilst Elizabeth travels through the different universes, door to door. But I think that Hime could get there if she were to fully reject her reality and try to create a new one. Only that she doesn’t create them, she can move to a different one cause *insert timey-wimey shit here* Lmao who am I Christopher Nolan? Am I writing Tenet here?...Maybe lmaoooo.

The base is the 5 lifetimes speech she gives. So the 5 lifetimes translates to 5 universes where she loves Ichigo but he always ends up falling for Rukia ‘cause destiny and red strings, etc, etc. By the 6th one she snaps and goes crazy and unleashes the full extent of her power and all realities start to melt until someone stops her.

The IR discord suggested Ishida being the caped crusader that was aware of what Hime was capable of doing and is the one that stops her, which is an idea I love, but man I have to figure out how the hell would he know. Does he know the back-story to the Soul King? Oh god this is a lot. Look am already getting overwhelmed ahhhh.

Ok, I just need to focus in all the mess and straighten out the story so it makes some sense. I hope someone answers me in the IR chat so I can go back and read what the heck happened with Hime’s power at the end ‘cause that’ll be the catalyst to my story.

It’s late and I need to wash my hair lol. I’ll continue this tomorrow.

#fic ideas

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 2 years

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I started like... mildly crying 20 minutes ago and I haven’t stopped.

It’s equal parts Good Feelings and Bad Feelings! But it’s a lot of feelings.

tl;dr helping a friend made me emotional, my stomach tormented me last night so I’m especially fragile, I’m insanely excited for QPP Moving Day TOMORROW!, and then I heard a leader in the org say “I celebrate the person sitting in your seat” and a bunch of other really loving, gentle, appreciative things and I realized how badly I NEED TO HEAR THAT, and how, for the longest time, I just didn’t.

Mild emetophobia warning for discussion of Feeling Bad, and emotional warning for what might amount to... childhood emotional neglect? Is that a thing?

I don’t know if I can ramble, my emotions are kinda threadbare right now. So, bullet points.

- I stayed up late last night to talk to a friend having a crisis. Staying up late alone wouldn’t have been a problem at all, I was happy to “make time” for sia! But

- RIGHT as I was falling asleep, my stomach hit me with Overwhelmingly Sick Feeling that escalated RAPIDLY, convinced me I was going to Be S*ck for 2-3 hours straight, and I was trying to fight the phobia down, I really was, but I couldn’t. I wound up laying there huddling and shivering, frantic for Literally Hours, until it finally decided to just feel sore instead, and I finally got to sleep.

( ^ That part is probably my own fault. I got Chipotle for dinner because I wanted to Do Things instead of cook yesterday, and Chipotle usually goes well. But then I ate the whole bowl AND the whole (small) bag of ships. Which I KNOW I shouldn’t do, my stomach can barely handle a SMALL meal! But I THOUGHT I was still hungry? And I felt fine, mostly just sleepy, Right Up Until 1-2 AM. And then it all hit me HARD.)

But even when it finally calmed down, emotionally I was in pieces. It Didn’t Actually Happen, but gods I really thought it was going to that whole time.

So between recovering from The Struggle Against Phobia Panic and not sleeping much, I’ve spent all day feeling low-energy and tired and wrung out.

So I’ve got this Emotional Torment right up alongside the “WILD INSANE EXCITEMENT AHHHH” because my QPP is moving in here TOMORROW, and I can’t believe it’s finally going to be REAL? We’re going to be here? Together? In this place that’s our own? We can see each other and hug each other and play games or watch movies together whenever our schedule allows? I can tell them goodnight in person?

I have so many starry-eyed feelings about this, I just. Fuck, man, it’s going to be life-changing.

And then I listened to a recording from a couple years ago. One of the leaders in the organization, probably one of my very favorite people to hear speaking, gave one of her heart-wrenchingly encouraging speeches. Encouragement wrenches MY heart, anyways. In a good way, but also in the way that makes me realize how starved I am for that kind of... just, love.

“I celebrate the person sitting in your seat.”

I’m just going to copy the relevant bits of the message I sent to my mentor and elaborate a little bit, because... I don’t have the energy to reword it, frankly.

I started crying a little at the part where she said "I celebrate the person sitting in your seat"...but I also think there's some underlying wounds that she speaks to. That part specifically made me feel so overwhelmingly loved and appreciated and part of the reason I started crying is because I don't feel that way very often. But I want to. I think everyone wants that, probably.

And I'm almost envious of her. I want so, so badly to learn how to edify and uplift and love on people the way she does.

It's especially hard because my love language is words of affirmation and I want to be able to give those words to people, but that's one of the times my throat just doesn't work and I struggle to get the words out. They're important and deeply felt, and for me big emotions are the hardest feelings to put words to. But I desperately WANT to. I want people to know I care.

But I want to learn how to give people those affirmations more often. And I don't think I don't do it at all, because last night a friend was going through a crisis and she called me and we talked for like an hour, and afterwards she said it helped so much, and today another friend...sent me a message saying they're having a hard time and could they please have some comfort, so obviously I'm making SOME kind of impact in peoples' lives. They must feel safe and loved if they come to me for help like that. But I forget that really easily.

This is probably one of those things that's going to come with practice, but do you have any tips for how to help people feel loved and appreciated? I'm not sure exactly HOW to practice telling people "I love you" and "I appreciate you". I haven't had many good examples of that being communicated in my life, so when I try to think of HOW to do it, I kinda just draw a blank.

Is it like that method you have about practicing feeling joy, where you notice the things that make you feel that way, and make notes of it, and then kind of take that and extend that to others? Or is this one of those things where you have to ask people point-blank, "What makes you feel loved and appreciated?" How do you shine that light and warmth on people?

All I want in life is to leave a positive mark on this world, and I think that's a pretty important way to do that.

But what I didn’t tell my mentor is, I spent ten minutes while I was trying to compose this message to feel my way through the pain that GL’s message brought up.

With the love I felt from it came the deep-aching realization that the reason it felt So Amazingly Impactful to me is because I don’t GET THAT much.

I so, so very RARELY am told “Thank you”, or “You made a difference”, or “I’m proud of you”.

That last one, I’m so desperate to hear that when my stepmother (OF ALL PEOPLE!) was drunk at my sister’s wedding reception and told me “I’m so proud of you”, I legitimately felt my eyes going wide and starry, and I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t resist fishing deeper. “Really? For what?” (She didn’t have any specifications to that, unfortunately. “Just the person you are.” That’s news to me. It felt a little empty tbh.)

Like... I want to specify that my mother DOES tell me she’s proud of me, she encourages me, she compliments me, she gives me heartfelt praise and I can tell she really means it. But her and my mentor are probably my only source of that. I didn’t have those heartfelt conversations with her until I was about 19 years old. I wonder if maybe she didn’t know how to give me those shreds of affirmation, the same way I struggle to give them to people now?

Growing up, I essentially NEVER heard any kind of praise or thanks. The one and only thing people usually praised me for was “You’re so smart”, but even that was usually the backhanded-compliment prefix to a following “But if only you were better at being smart!” (Gifted kid complex, anyone?)

I used to write in my diary when I was in elementary school that “nobody loves me”. I wasn’t being melodramatic or exaggerating, that was genuinely what it felt like sometimes. I felt unappreciated and unloved. I would be told “Love you!” before bed and that was about it. I still drank up those 2-to-3 word statements and cried the one time my stepmother didn’t tell me that. But I was starved of any genuine praise rooted in sincere appreciation or pride or joy.

Maybe I got a “You did so well!” after doing a solo piece in a choir concert, or giving a speech at a school function. But when I stopped performing on a stage around age 12, I stopped getting even that.

That was when I started sharing my stories. When I started posting my fanfictions, I was so incredibly over-the-moon ELATED whenever someone posted a nice comment that I responded to Every Single Individual One with a private message giving them my heartfelt thanks. And if they were anonymous, I responded in the story’s next chapter.

And the thing that hurts so much about this NOW is... I desperately, really, truly, needfully Want to Tell People I Love and Appreciate Them. But I don’t have any examples. I don’t know how. I wasn’t taught the language of positivity growing up, and I wasn’t shown how to be vulnerable enough to be sincerely grateful and happy for someone.

I don’t want to make people feel unloved or unappreciated the way I felt growing up. I don’t EVER want someone to think I take their love for granted. I never, ever EVER want to make people think they’re unworthy or failures or even just “nothing special”. Especially the people I love.

One of my biggest “angst” points when I was a kid relentlessly controlling my emotions was lamenting that the people around me felt unloved. I thought that was my own fault. I didn’t realize that’s something you’re taught, just like sewing and cooking and writing. I thought I was broken somehow, that I had permanently removed my own ability to feel and show love.

That wasn’t the case. That wasn’t EVER the case. I never stopped being compassionate; I never stopped holding my friends very near and dear to my heart. I never (well, almost never) became cruel. I always had love, it just felt trapped inside me. I didn’t know how to release it.

I still don’t. And that makes me sad because the people in my life, even the random people I talk to on the street, deserve to feel loved and deserve to know they’re appreciated and important and deserve that genuine connection. They deserve encouragement and praise.

And the people I love most... My boyfriend, my friends, my mother? I so, so desperately mourn for the fact that I can’t bear my whole heart. I don’t know how to share the immense well of love with them when it’s locked up.

I wish I knew how to tell people, “I love and appreciate you.”

I’m trying to learn, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Does it matter? Does it make a difference? Do people know I love them?

(Don’t try to eliminate all emotion from yourself for 10+ years, kids. It makes you insecure about what you show, what you CAN show, and it makes it harder to connect with the hearts around you.)

There was more, it is a deep wound, but I’m running out of steam... I might be all cried out now. I’m not sure.

Anyways, I’m going to go catch up on Broken Youth because I don’t know what to do with these emotions and maybe that’ll make me cry more and get it out.

#don't reb|og or you're getting blocked please. thank you.#rhs build the dream #rhs personal posts #digital mirrorbooking #rhs emotion

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