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"IronStar"

Chapter 5

"Cupcakes"

A "Fairy Tail" fanfic!

Pairing: Gajeel x fem OC

A/N: It's been quite a while since I updated this story, but Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest has been coming out for the past couple months and I've been so happy having more Fairy Tail that it inspired me to come back to this.

However, it's also been recently revealed by David Wald, who voices Gajeel in the English dub, that Crunchyroll has treated him terribly and he's stepping away from the role, which deeply saddens me. While I do support his decision and stand behind him, it's just so sad knowing my favorite character will now no longer have his unique voice that I love so much without David and I don't have much hope for whoever they choose to replace him. His voice can't be replicated.

I feel like that's only pushed me even more to write more for this story while I can still hear Gajeel's distinct voice in the episodes as well as my mind.

Hope y'all enjoy!

Taglist: @l-lend , @rosechi , @the-bad-batch-baroness , @angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main

《 Chapter 4

》 Coming soon!

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Explanation: Genna makes her cupcakes for Gajeel and Lily with help from her new friend, Levy, and Gajeel struggles with the idea of having another friend.

It was a good thing Genna had Levy with her because she still knew next to nothing about Magnolia's entire city layout and knew she'd get lost. Luckily, Levy had asked her to go shopping in the first place, so it made things a lot easier.

As they were perusing ingredients in the market for the cupcakes they were going to make for Gajeel and Lily, Levy asked Genna, "I can tell you're not from Magnolia, so where are you from?"

"I'm actually from up north in Oshibana," Genna told her.

“Oh wow! You’ve come a long way then,” Levy exclaimed.

With a chuckle, Genna said, “I sure did, but it was worth it. Magnolia is definitely more my speed.” She grabbed some sugar and some flour from one stall and then asked Levy, “What flavor should I make the cupcakes?”

Putting a finger to her chin, Levy thought for a moment and then said, “Well, I’m pretty sure vanilla goes well with kiwi, so you can make Lily some vanilla cupcakes. As for Gajeel, I think chocolate would suit him well. How about, when we go back to make them, I can make one batch and you can make the other? That’ll make things easier.”

“I like that idea,” Genna said back.

The two girls then found some chocolate and vanilla to add to their cupcake mix as well as an extra cupcake tin so they could cook both batches at once. After that, they found the kiwi fruits and picked up some iron chunks from a local blacksmith who had some lying around. Then with all the things they needed in hand, they made their way back to the Fairy Tail girls’ apartments. Right away, they set to cooking, stirring up the delicious looking cupcake batter in no time.

“It’s always so tempting to eat the batter straight up,” Genna commented, lifting up her spoon and pouring some of the chocolate batter back into the bowl.

Snickering, Levy replied, “I just do it anyway.” Then she swept her fingertip over the rim of her bowl, catching some yellow batter, and stuck it in her mouth, her mouth exploding with vanilla flavor as she giggled mischievously.

Mimicking her, Genna did the same and scooped up a little of her own batter from the side of her bowl with her fingers, putting them in her mouth and licking off the sweet, delicious chocolate. The two of them started laughing good-heartedly at their fun.

With a smile, Levy commented, "I like you, Genna. You're so fun. I'm glad you're in our guild now."

"Thanks, Levy. I think you're fun, too," said Genna back.

As she proceeded to add the iron bits into the batter, her mind wandered once again back to Gajeel and some of the last words he'd said to her before leaving the guild hall.

"Trust me��no one wants to deal with the likes of me…look, Genna, you'll be better off not hangin' around me. Let's just leave it at that."

She'd never known anyone to think so low of themselves before and it hurt her heart that Gajeel thought that way of himself. Even in the short time she'd known him already, she'd seen a softer side of him; she knew he was kind and he cared more than he let on. Back at the guild hall, she'd felt something with her magic stir within her, which had never happened before. It seemed like it was trying to tell her something, but what, she couldn't discern. Was there a connection there somehow? It was possible. She believed certain things of everyone's destinies were written in the stars…perhaps this was one of them.

Was there meant to be something between them? A bond or friendship of some kind?

"Genna?"

She blinked and came back to reality, not realizing she had gotten so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't heard Levy trying to talk to her.

"Are you okay? You were pretty zoned out there for a minute," Levy inquired.

Giving a light shake of the head, Genna responded, “I’m fine. Just was thinking.”

“About what?” Levy asked as she started pouring the batter into one of the cupcake tins.

For a second, Genna wasn’t sure if she wanted to voice everything to Levy, but seeing the genuine concern and curiosity on Levy’s face, she thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt. Levy seemed trustworthy and maybe she could help out somewhat. “Well…you obviously know Gajeel better than I do. What do you make of him?”

Levy chuckled. “Oh, you were thinking about Gajeel, were you?” she asked teasingly.

“Not like that,” Genna responded, nudging her with her elbow. “No, I just can’t get a good read on him. One moment, I think we’re getting along and we might be friends and then the next, he’s rude or closed off and doesn’t seem to care. Is he always like that?”

“As long as I’ve known him, that’s about how he’s been,” said Levy. “He likes to keep to himself, but he’s also loyal to Fairy Tail. If ever there’s any danger threatening the guild, he’s usually one of the first ones to jump in a fight to defend it. Though, he also just likes fighting in general. He and Natsu have fought on several occasions just because they wanted to.”

“I’ve noticed Natsu gets involved in a lot of fights,” Genna commented with a grin.

Levy snickered again. “He’s hot-headed and impulsive, loves getting into fights for the thrill of it or if someone makes fun of him, but there’s no one more protective and devoted to Fairy Tail and its members than Natsu. As for Gajeel, he came from a rougher guild before, so I think that’s why he seems to like fighting a lot, too.”

“Do you think he's ever lonely or wants friends, but is too proud to admit it?”

“I mean, he's got Lily with him a lot of the time, but if you're talking about human friends…I think he does sometimes and that he doesn't quite know how to make friends.”

“I don't know how to explain it…but he fascinates me and I just get this feeling that I need to be friends with him.”

Levy smirked. “He fascinates you, huh?”

“Oh stop!” Genna cried, her cheeks feeling hot. “It's not like that.”

“I don't know, the way you're blushing says otherwise,” Levy pointed out.

Genna pulled up her bandana scarf that was around her neck up over her face, hiding the redness that was inevitably increasing on her cheeks.

Giggling with satisfaction, Levy stated, “I knew it. I think you're crushing on the Iron Dragon Slayer.”

“How can I be? I still barely know him,” said Genna.

“It doesn't take long for crushes to develop, even if you barely know someone. Why else would you be so interested in getting to know more about him?”

Genna averted her gaze down to the bowl of chocolate batter in front of her. Was she really developing a crush on Gajeel? Honestly, she'd just thought she wanted to be his friend, but she couldn't forget the sensation of her magic igniting inside her when he'd held her back at the guild hall. It wasn't like any magical feeling she'd ever experienced before and she pondered what it could mean.

But maybe…just maybe…

“Better get that batter poured in, the oven’s ready,” Levy informed her, breaking her train of thought.

“Oh, right!” Genna cried out, picking up the bowl and scooping out dollops of the batter with a spoon into each individual cup in the tin.

Once she was done, they both stuck their tins into the oven and were ready to wait for them to be done. In the meantime, they began making the frosting for their cupcakes as well as preparing the iron chunks and cutting up the kiwis. Genna even had the idea of cutting up one of the iron chunks and putting the shavings on top of the cupcakes like garnish. Before long, the cupcakes were done and the room was filled with the sweet, delicious aromas of chocolate and vanilla. They frosted them, decorated them with iron shavings and kiwis and then packed them up in a nice box that Levy had brought from home.

They heard a knock on the door as they were boxing up the baked goods and, when Genna called out to come in, Lucy, Juvia and Cana came in through the door.

"Hey, everyone!" Genna greeted them.

"We wanted to see if you needed any help unpacking, but it seems like you two had other plans," said Lucy, sniffing the air.

Juvia also inhaled through her nose and added, "It smells positively divine in here."

"Smells like a bakery," said Cana, putting a hand on her hip.

With a laugh, Levy answered, "We made some cupcakes, that's why."

"To thank Gajeel and Lily for helping me get into Fairy Tail," added Genna.

"Aw, that's so sweet," said Lucy, putting a hand over her heart, which Genna noticed had the Fairy Tail emblem in pink on the back.

Looking down at the box, Genna said, "Now that they're done, I'm thinking I'll run back to the guild and see if he's come back so I can give these to him in person."

"Ah, I'm afraid that's not gonna happen," said Cana. "I heard at the guild hall before we came over that Gajeel and Lily came back and then just left on another job, so it might be a day or two," Levy informed her.

Genna groaned. "Of course, he did," she mumbled.

"You could always leave them with Mira and she can give them to Gajeel when he gets back," suggested Lucy. "That way, they'll still get them if they happen to come back when you're not around."

"I suppose I can do that. That and things were…slightly awkward between us when he left the first time, so maybe it might be better if I don't give it to him myself," Genna then said.

Juvia approached her and told her, "Do not fret too much over him. He's just used to doing jobs on his own or with Lily; going with others is rare for him. It's nothing to do with you personally."

Genna nodded in understanding. "Well, I'll write a quick little note to put with it and then I'll take it back to the guild."

"In the meantime, you've got some unpacking to do, girl!" Cana cried out.

"I mean, I didn't come with much," Genna said back.

"That doesn't matter, we'll still help you set everything up," said Lucy with a smile.

Touched at how open and friendly everyone was being to her, Genna said in reply, "You all are so kind. Thank you."

As the other ladies started going through her things and getting them ready, Genna went to her bedroom and ripped a piece of paper from her journal to write a quick thank you note to Gajeel and Lily.

"Oh my gosh, Genna, you have such a cute wardrobe!" she heard Levy call out from the other room.

Genna cried out a thank you and smiled to herself. These ladies; her guild mates now, were some of the nicest and sweetest people she'd ever met and they were already making her feel so welcome in both Magnolia and in Fairy Tail.

She was definitely where she belonged.

Gajeel and Lily returned to the Fairy Tail guild hall a couple of days later, another successful mission under their belts. The hall itself only had a few people inside sitting at the tables or the bar, which made them think plenty of others were out at the moment.

"I think that was one of the easiest jobs we've had in a while," Lily commented, looking up at his companion as he walked beside him.

Gajeel snickered. "Those goons had no idea what hit 'em," he said. Then he wandered over to the job board. "I think we should snag another job while we can. That last one was too quick and now, I'm itchin' to get back out."

"Really? We just got back," Lily groaned, floating up beside him.

"What are you complainin' about? This is what we do," Gajeel retaliated.

Rolling his eyes, Lily just said, "All right," and relented as Gajeel ripped off another job listing from the board and stuffed it in his pocket. "Can we at least sit down and take a rest before we head back out?" he then asked.

"Eh, sure," said Gajeel.

The two of them then went over to an empty table. Gajeel sat on the bench and Lily flew up to sit on top of the table.

They heard a high voice call out to them and saw Mira coming their way from behind the bar, a smile on her face and a box in her hands.

"How did the job go?" she asked as she came up to them.

With a pump of his fist, Gajeel replied, "It felt good to kick some punk ass and show 'em who's boss. They won't be bothering any travelers on the road anymore."

"That's great to hear," she said.

"What's with the fancy box?" he asked.

"I have a delivery for you two," she said happily.

Gajeel's face scrunched up, puzzled. "For us? Who would give us anything?"

“Well, you’ll have to read the note and see, won’t you?” Mira said back as she handed it to him and then walked away.

Curiously, he looked down at the box, wondering what was going on. It was a deep blue color with gold trim around the edges of the lid and the bottom of the box. It wasn’t overly-fancy and covered in ribbons or anything, but it was still nicer than just a plain, regular box. Taped on top of the lid was a folded up piece of paper, which he removed and opened up, setting the box down on the table.

“What does it say?” Lily asked.

Gajeel read the note aloud, which read:

To Gajeel and Lily,

I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me get into Fairy Tail. I know I’ve already said it, but I feel like words just aren’t enough to truly express how grateful I am and how much that meant to me. I’ve achieved my greatest dream because of you two and that means the world to me. With that being said, I’ve made you guys something to show my thanks. A lot of thought and effort went into these, so I hope you guys enjoy them. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell whose is whose.

Lily, thank you for your wisdom and encouraging words.

Gajeel, thank you for never giving up on me…and for coming back for me.

I know we had kind of a rocky start, but now that we’re guildmates, I’m hoping we can start over and become friends. I’d really like to get to know you both more.

I hope your guys’ job went well! See you both soon!

Sincerely,

~Genna Whitesun

"She made us something? How kind of her," Lily commented.

Gajeel just let out a low groan. The kid was wasting her time on him and giving him gifts wasn't gonna sway him so easily. She'd learn soon enough that she didn't actually want to be friends with him. However, that didn't change the fact that he was at least curious about what was in the box. Setting the note aside, he pulled the lid off the box and his eyes went wide at the beautifully decorated cupcakes inside. There were six chocolate ones and six vanilla ones.

Lily happened to look inside just as the lid came off and his whole face lit up with surprised joy. "Kiwis!" he cheered with delight.

"Well, I think I know which ones are yours," Gajeel said to him with a smirk.

As Lily immediately reached in and pulled a vanilla cupcake out, munching off the top with the kiwi slice, he asked with his mouth full of the green fruit and baked vanilla goodness, "These are delightful! How did she know I liked kiwi?"

"My guess is someone in the guild told her. Probably Salamander's cat friend," Gajeel answered, pulling out a chocolate cupcake. He inspected it closely, curious about the little gray bits on top of the frosting. He pulled one off and popped it in his mouth. He recognized the taste of metal right away. "Iron shavings…clever," he said aloud, impressed. The alluring aroma of chocolate filled his sensitive dragon nostrils and he could feel saliva building up in his mouth, wanting to take a bite. So he did, consuming almost half of the cupcake at once.

His eyes went wide as he tasted both the sweetness of the chocolate and a powerful amount of iron as well crunching in his teeth. Then he looked down at where he'd just bitten off and realized there were pieces of metal inside the cupcake, which only added even more to the amazing flavor.

"She put iron chunks inside these!" he exclaimed, stuffing the rest in his mouth right away.

"She seems to know you pretty well already," said Lily before taking another bite.

Gajeel swallowed and frowned. "Putting metal in cupcakes for me doesn't mean she knows me. There's plenty she doesn't know and she's not gonna know."

"And why not?" Lily asked.

"You know what I am, Lily. Or at least…what I used to be," said Gajeel, his gaze falling to the table. "Who would want to be friends with someone like me?"

Lily's little furry eyebrows rose up. "Uh, Genna does," he retorted. "That's literally the point of these cupcakes: to thank us and as an offer of friendship."

The Iron Dragonslayer scoffed. “Tch, she only thinks she wants to be friends with me…she’ll realize sooner or later I’m not worth it.”

The Exceed then narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. “Isn’t that her decision to make?”

Gajeel groaned quietly, knowing Lily had a point. “Even still…,” he said, not finishing his thought.

“Gajeel, I’m starting to think you don’t actually know how making friends works,” commented Lily.

“I know how it works,” Gajeel spat back.

“If you did, then you wouldn’t be so resistant against Genna’s attempts to be your friend. I thought you were okay with her?” Lily then asked.

Gritting his teeth, Gajeel responded, “I...I am, but….” Once again, he faltered, not finding the words to express how he felt.

“But what?” LIly calmly kept pushing. “What are you afraid of, Gajeel?”

Gajeel’s hands tightened into fists on the table, his insecurities taking a hold of him. He didn’t want to say what was on his mind, but he knew if he didn’t now, it would drive him crazy. Plus, this was Lily, his trusted companion. “I don’t wanna…I don’t wanna hurt anyone again,” he finally admitted, his hands relaxing and his eyes closing as he relented.

Lily knew exactly what his friend was talking about and his normally stoic expression softened a little. He walked across the table and stood closer to the Iron Dragonslayer. “Gajeel, you are not the man you used to be. We all know it. I know your past actions won’t be repeated and you’ve made amends with those you’ve wronged. It’s all in the past and you can’t let it hold you back from moving forward.”

“I can’t forget it, though. Everything I’ve done to this guild…,” Gajeel said, his voice lower than before.

“That no longer matters,” said Lily. “If this guild resented you for what you’d done to them before, you wouldn’t be here and neither would I. They’ve forgiven you and welcomed you to the guild. I think it’s time you forgive yourself and allow yourself to be open with others; let them more into your life instead of keeping them at arm’s length.” Lily laid a hand on his arm and, when he turned his head, offered him a kind smile. “Maybe you can start with Genna.”

Gajeel averted his eyes again. “I don’t know…,” he mumbled.

“She went out of her way to make us something nice just for helping her on a job that got her into the guild,” said Lily. “She put a lot of effort into it, even though she still barely knows us. Genna seems like a kind and compassionate young lady, which I think is the kind of person you need right now.”

Gajeel grumbled to himself. He was the lone wolf kind of guy; he didn’t need anybody else outside of Lily…but his cat also knew him well and that made him wonder if maybe Lily was right about him needing friends? No, he’d been just fine without anyone else. Even though Lily wanted him to essentially socialize more, he didn’t think it was necessary.

“I’ll be fine, Lily. You gotta stop worryin’ about me,” he said to his cat before munching into another cupcake.

"Why's Lily worrying about you?"

Hearing Genna's voice suddenly speak behind him startled Gajeel and unfortunately, as he reacted, a chunk of the cupcake he'd just bitten got stuck in his throat and he started coughing. He hadn't expected her to suddenly show up.

He felt a gentle hand on his back just then and Genna cried out, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!"

Once the food finally dislodged itself from his throat, he said through a groan, "Jeez, Princess! Warn a guy next time, will ya?"

"I'm sorry," said Genna, embarrassed.

As Gajeel recovered himself, Lily greeted Genna saying, "It's good to see you, Genna. How are you adjusting?"

"Very well. Everyone's been so friendly and welcoming to me. It's unbelievable," she answered joyfully.

"That's wonderful to hear," said Lily. "And we just got your gift. That was very kind of you." Then he cast a side-eye at his companion and prompted him, "Wasn't it, Gajeel?"

Unamused, Gajeel sneered at him, knowing what the cat was trying to do. Though, when we turned back to Genna, his heart dropped slightly at seeing the disappointment on her face, realizing she saw his reaction to Lily.

"Were they not very good?" she asked Gajeel sheepishly.

He felt bad immediately and responded right away, "No, no! It's not like that. The cupcakes were good." Then he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away as he added timidly, "They…might be the best cupcakes I've ever had."

Genna had hoped for a good reaction, but she hadn't expected anything quite like that. The best cupcakes he'd ever had? That was quite high praise. "Wow, really? That's so sweet of you to say," she said back.

"Yeah, well…I'm just bein' honest," he nonchalantly replied.

"He thought the iron chunks inside were a nice touch," Lily added with a smirk, which made Gajeel growl quietly.

Snickering with relief, Genna said, "I'm glad. I thought that was something you would like. How did your job go?"

With a shrug of his shoulders, Gajeel simply said, "It was a piece of cake. We could've done it in our sleep."

"I don't doubt that at all," she replied, smiling widely.

Something about her smile in that moment made Gajeel's heart skip a beat, to his surprise, and he felt the heat rise up in his cheeks. He didn't know why, but her smile was so sweet and adorable; more than any others he'd seen before. There was a foreign stirring in his stomach that he both liked and disliked at the same time. It felt nice, but he also didn't like not knowing what was going on with him and it irritated him.

Feeling awkward right then, Gajeel blurted out, "Well, Lily and I've got another job we're goin' on, so we should be headin' out."

"Oh…okay," replied Genna, a bit sad that he was already leaving so soon. She had hoped to get to talk to him more once he'd gotten back.

Lily interjected, "We don't have to leave right away, do we?"

"If we're gonna make good time, we should," Gajeel said, already turning on his heel to go.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Lily asked. When Gajeel looked back at him, he put his paw on the box of Genna's cupcakes and said, "We shouldn't leave these; they'll get stale. We should take the rest for the road."

Knowing Lily was right and also not wanting to upset Genna, Gajeel just said back, "Right. I almost forgot." He then went back and picked up the box from the table just as Lily sprouted his wings and hovered into the air.

After tucking the box under his arm, Gajeel looked back at Genna and found himself at a loss for words for a second. He could see a saddened look in her eyes despite trying to appear content with him leaving again. He didn't want to care about that, but her blue eyes were inexplicably piercing him to the soul in a way he couldn't understand. Maybe he shouldn't go on this other job. He could feel a sense of guilt building up in him as he looked at her, but he was confused as to why. He still didn't know Genna very well and he didn't owe her anything, so why would he feel bad for doing what he'd always done?

Then she cleared her throat and asked him, "How long will you two be gone?"

"Hard to say. Every job's different," he simply replied.

Nodding, she said, "I hope everything goes well."

Not sure of what to say back, he just grunted, gave her a nod and went to walk away, but stopped after taking one step, the box under his arm seemingly feeling a bit heavier. He needed to do one last thing before leaving.

Turning back, he said, a little shy, "By the way, uh…thanks, Genny. For the cupcakes."

She smiled sweetly. "You're welcome, Gajeel. I'm glad you enjoyed them."

His throat tightened and he just wanted to get out of there, so he flipped around and headed for the doors without another word.

Lily, who was now hovering beside Genna, said to her, "See you when we get back, Genna?"

"See you when you get back," she repeated.

After giving her a glad grin, Lily flew off after Gajeel.

As she watched them head out of the guild hall, she cried out, "Be safe and don't do anything stupid, metal head!"

Gajeel didn't look back at her, but lifted his arm, gave it a wave and called back, "No promises, Princess!"

With that, she watched him leave for a second time on another job. She couldn't help but think maybe he was doing this to avoid her. Or maybe it was all just inconveniently timed. However, Genna was determined. She was going to get to know him and be his friend; she wasn't going to let him fly solo and keep up his lone wolf act. He deserved more friends than just his cat. When he came back, she wasn't going to let him just leave again so easily like he did this time.

Next time would be different.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfic #gajeel redfox #gajeel x oc fic #ironstar fanfic

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bowofbalance · 10 months ago

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a) i'm anto-foreman (nicely) i think he should have been killed

b) are churros good

c) lemons or limes or oranges or grapefruits?

d) what's your fav flower

e) 'x accent is the hottest', 'no, y is' no. the accent isn't important as long as the voice is hot

One at a time.

A) I respect your opinion. However. I would like to know why and I think I could change your mind. I also couldn't stand Foreman for the longest time and the only thing that changed my mind was when I realized why he's like that. I have a lot more sympathy for him now, and I also see a lot of my worst traits in him and I think he helps me get better.

B) They are so good you have no idea. I just got back from the best churrería in this whole city and I have never felt so happy in my life as I did while eating those churros. The chocolate also has a puddingy texture and as someone who has texture issues with food it feels so easy to eat. They're also not crazy sweet but sweet enough. Best thing humanity ever invented, 13/10, will recommend to everyone who sees this.

C) Definitely not oranges. My entire life I have not been able to eat oranges (or anything orange-adjacent, like tangerines) due to the aforementioned texture issues and also the taste. They set something off in my brain that makes me panic. I think the other three are in a tie. I would only eat grapefruit just by itself, on good days, but I love lemon and lime flavored things more than you can imagine. Good lemon bars (please don't add coconut to them) are my favorite thing on this planet.

D) Lime. Surprise. Although it depends on mood, when I feel threatened by food I can only really eat vanilla ice cream or banana slices. Neutral tastes are good sometimes too.

E) I both agree and disagree. I think when someone has an accent in their non-native language it doesn't make a difference either way. Voice wins there. However some languages are hotter than others, spoken by native speakers, and Spanish is objectively the hottest language. And within that certain accents or dialects that native speakers have can be hotter or less. All of this is mostly up to personal taste, but I think some accents are hotter than others regardless of voice. Voice is still more relevant. I should write a philosophy paper on this.

#asks #anon #hope you don't think im kidding about the philosophy paper #i really will do it #watch me

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pugs-cats-bb-8 · 2 years ago

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Vanilla-Madarame

*I note anytime I see an unvoiced conversation.

**I can only react to what I've seen. Which means some things will be talked about later or earlier than usual.

If Ann could kick him from across the table, she would.

Nobody's going to be near Morgana tonight. Not with all those beans.

Unvoiced conversation.

The whole buffet getting food is unvoiced.

Fish, dessert, meat and rice 🤨🤨. Fish, meat and rice would be noraml on their own, but add in dessert. Maybe if it's a savoury one.

Unvoiced table conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

If Ren doesn't eat well, what does he eat then?

I really hate that you have to switch from caps. Most keyboards know to switch after the first letter.

My first playthrough, my name was in all caps. So, every time someone said my name, it looked like they were yelling my name.

"Don't you have school tomorrow? I'm tired, so let's go to sleep". 🤣🤣 Morgana is definitely a cat.

Igor sounds real thrilled.

Unvoiced conversation.

Principal potato and her 🙄🙄.

Mishima doesn't know personal space. I may not like him, but at least he doesn't leak your record with ill intent.

No phone call after meet-ups. (Forgot to put that in the first part).

Unvoiced conversation.

The mini cactus used to be bought at the flower shop Shibuya? I think they moved it to the Shinjuku flower shop.

Also, there was a record store instead of a sports store.

"A prize would be great"! So would not dropping dead from a heart attack, Morgana.

Elizabeth as a possible answer 🤣🤣.

The sun on Ryuji's shoes.

How'd Morgana get up there?

I don't know what it says about me, that I prefer Akechi over Makoto.

The thing on the top of the screen is different.

The car sounds are different.

Same with the ending battle noise.

Unvoiced conversation after winning.

I like to play the options in Mementos differently depending on person. For people who didn't do much, I let them go. For others, they get a harsher option. Unless it requires a softer one. Sometimes the harsh option isn't right and your teammates tell you to ease up. There are some people who deserve the harsher option.

Now I remember why I took Morgana out of the lineup.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different wording on the question.

Different answer.

Different test questions.

Morgana won't let you get it wrong. Also makes you redo all the questions if you miss one.

I always thought there was a time limit on choosing answers.

That font is weird.

Different questions and no essay one.

Different questions.

They stuck Maruki right in there.

Unvoiced conversation.

How does anybody not hear Yusuke's keys jingling?

I like the cat picture.

The 16th became a Maruki question.

Unvoiced conversation.

Why is the train conversation not voiced?

Unvoiced conversation.

So who put the request up?

That painting is beautiful.

If Sayuri is not Yusuke's mom's name, then where does it come from?

Unvoiced conversation.

If you break the smashy nearest the skylight, the first time, you enter Madarame's palace. It will never grow back.

No smashy on the top thing when you enter.

No, "Hey, that looks stronger than what I have. Mind if I use it"? Line.

No shadows when you walk in.

Unvoiced conversation.

I think Yusuke should've said that from the start.

Unvoiced conversation.

I like Tokyo Emergency.

They changed it from a Shiisaa to a Ame-No-Uzme with Frei.

I really wish they made those lasers easier to see.

I love that the controller doesn't register Ren's movements sometimes, so you just run into the lasers. Well, on Royal, that is. I don't know if this problem came from Vanilla or is Royal exclusive.

I prefer if Morgana has kitty teeth, instead of human teeth.

Less lasers where the grappling hook would be used.

They added more lasers to implement the grappling hook, so Ren could do dramatic flips. 🤣🤣 I love it.

I don't think I've gotten that smashy behind the statue. Unless I have and don't remember it.

Different wall colours, different layout, more enemies.

Unvoiced conversation.

There's only an enemy on Ann's side.

Morgana's just casually dancing on top of the gold vase.

He backflips instead of reeling back and saying "Damn it".

Ryuji had 8 bullets. Royal has 3.

"They run very fast". With what legs, Morgana? They more float fast, or fly fast.

If you can convince one to join you. My dude, they join you no matter what. You don't have to convince them.

Added a saferoom. Wait, they just moved it up.

Different layout.

One enemy instead of two. Make that 3.

Stairs leading to where you would use the grappling hook.

Damn, enemies are jumpy! Kinda reminds me of Strikers.

Treasure Demons were weak to more than one element?

Also, how can you see the weakness without trying out all the elements?

3 enemies instead of 2 and a red one.

Red shadows spawn 5 enemies? I was expecting Shiki-Ouji.

Treasure chest.

A button behind the painting.

I love how they stop you from tagging the saferoom till after you check out the gold building.

Different sound for the pretty doors opening.

Unvoiced conversation.

I didn't get a Shiisaa till Okinawa in Strikers. I don't think it's in Royal. (It's not).

Unvoiced conversation.

How tired can you be that doing a crossword is too much?

No matter what Ryuji says or does. He is a true friend.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different wording.

Ann's acting🤣🤣.

She just pulls him in. 🤣🤣.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love the couches. They look so comfy.

Ann saved Yusuke from being called fried tofu 🤣🤣.

Shadow in front of the statue isn't a red one.

Different layout.

4 enemies instead of 2.

I love how if you turn around in the vents, you can see that there's nobody behind you. 🤣🤣.

Unvoiced conversation.

There's Shiki-Ouji.

You get Media instead of a blank skill card.

I wish you could turn off the lasers in Royal. I have trouble seeing them even with Third Eye.

I will forever love when you're being chased. He just kicks open the door. 😍😍😍.

What is that encounter rate for Treasure Demons?

I love how multiple enemies come out of red shadows.

He presses buttons with the side of his fist/wrist.

Paintings did not change.

Different layout.

I'm not sure how you hide behind those cushy couches.

There's more bathrooms? So they took out the other bathrooms.? And a shadow is just waiting for you in the lady's room?

I see where the second will seed was added.

The door's not hidden.

Different layout.

Nice camera view.

How early do you get Harisen Recover? In Royal, it's Rank 6 or 7.

You're running on fumes by the time you end Madarame's palace in a day.

So many fucking shadows at the end.

Unvoiced conversation.

They moved the hook room across the palace.

I thought the calling cards were made of thicker paper.

I think they stand further back in Royal. Or maybe it's a different camera view.

Unvoiced conversation.

What the fuck? He goes from paintings to dude, back to paintings, back to dude. So a 4 phase fight. Fuck me. And I thought the Royal fight was tough.

(NG+ you just bum rush the second phase with 3rd sem weapons and hope he doesn't get a lucky hit or crit in. 4 clones taking pot shots at you is kinda dangerous).

Ren swearing is cute.

My first playthrough Yusuke died and I didn't heal him, so Yusuke didn't get to see Madarame get defeated.

Unvoiced conversation.

"We have too many dudes". "Shall, I dress as a woman"? 🤣🤣.

One whole question instead of a three-part question.

Unvoiced conversation.

Uh, Maid Watch 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️. Why is Sweet playing? That just makes it even creepier. I wonder how this scene goes in Japanese?

Great... Makoto 😠😠😠.

Unvoiced conversation.

That uniform is ugly.

Who thought to put purple and yellow together?

Slight different question. I misread Herlock as Hemlock.

Royal added the "punish me more".

Added a third option in the velvet room.

Morgana won't let you keep seeing the movie. 🤣🤣. Oh, but if Ryuji wants to see it. He'll let you go.

Rainy days, when the Treasure Demons come out to play.

Same theme, different question.

Did they tone down Takemi's sadism a bit?

No R.5 romance flag unless they moved it in Royal.

I've never used the patches Takemi sells. I just use items or spells to heal.

Why does the crossword take up a time slot?

"We'll come out more charming than before". I don't think you're going in the bath with me, Morgana. Maybe he's talking to the player?

"You're even more handsome than before". So, I guess he's going to knock Akechi dead, then.

Unvoiced conversation.

Never tell your friends about Mementos Missions and not do them. They'll never leave you alone.

I mean, Morgana does the same thing. But I can live with him. I don't like constantly getting texts saying "We should go to Mementos".

They added the "I carry Morgana in my bag" thing in Royal.

Ren probably has a beefy left shoulder.

Different question.

"I feel like I can call whenever I want since I'm full of Guts". 🤣🤣

And Sojiro doesn't find it odd that you're using that phone?

"I don't have any friends". Says the man with three friends and a cat.

Yusuke just invites himself.

No extra conversation with Ryuji about changing uniforms.

Either the music randomly cuts out or the video I'm watching got copy righted.

How can he tell if you're a patient or not?

No romance flag for R7.

First, Sojiro tells you, that you don't look half bad. Then, Yusuke's talking about you broad shoulders.🤨 Does everybody want you?

Unvoiced conversation.

Different question, similar topic.

Unvoiced conversation.

How the fuck did we only dream in black and white until colour TV was invented?

Unvoiced conversation.

Madarame's palace- Multiple sections are different. Prefer Royal.

#persona 5 #ren amamiya #tag game #long post #Vanilla-Royal #2/8 #I broke it up by arc because there are so many notes and my tablet would explode if I put them all in one doc

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fadebolt · 5 months ago

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Yeah, the results of this really weren't much of a surprise, and considering that I heavily prefer RUIN02, I don't really mind it either.

Funny thing is that the previous 1v1 matchups of JUNGLE02 were both really close, as it had to face off against some pretty great rooms, but it still barely managed to barely win both times, by getting just enough votes from a pretty large pool of people. I frankly have no idea where all those JUNGLE02 fans went, but who knows, maybe in a few hours, we'll have 150 votes, with a 55/45 as a result (I mean… probably not, but it would be hilarious xd).

Another funny thing is that this is the second Outer Expanse mirror matchup we've got. Its fans are definitely eating good with these 1v1s, even if I personally would have loved to see it happening to some other favorites of mine as well (at least we got it on Sky Islands once, which I suppose is better than nothing). But when you really think about it, the region's success makes perfect sense - Downpour in general has way stronger region and room designs (doesn't mean Vanilla's is bad or anything, but let's be fair, the mapmaking of the DLC is beyond insane), and Outer Expanse is one of the best looking ones, that is also generally the easiest, when it comes to gameplay. It really feels like it was designed to be this warm welcome into the DLC, getting you to see how large and interesting and breathtaking its regions will be, giving you a wonderful first impression before the game would dump all the super challenging new regions onto you.

So it's not really a surprise that it's so popular. Cus for instance, when you look at the most popular/biggest fan favorites mobas, it's often a split between 'simple guys with a ton of general appeal' and 'difficult fellows, that are really cool and stylish when played well' (to use DotA as an example, you have things Lion/Juggernaut/Axe/Crystal Maiden/Phantom Assassin/Sniper for the former, and things like Pudge/Invoker/Windranger/Shadow Fiend/Rubick<3 for the latter). And in a weird way, this does translate to preferences in Rain World, not just with the Slugcats most people tend to love/prefer playing (Rivulet taking the role of the 'simple guy', and the three carnivores being the 'difficult stylish ones'), but with region preferences as well. Like, Outer Expanse/Sky Islands being the two most successful regions in the polls fits this pattern so beautifully, and I love it!

(Apologies for going on a long semi off topic ramble, but I don't feel like there's anything else to add here, cus like, RUIN02 is obviously the better one, and it's no coincidence that this was the most one-sided 1v1 we've had up to this point. So I thought it would be appropriate to go on a bit of a tangent about more general stuff instead, cus I love obsessing over patterns, especially in people's behaviors :3)

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 306.2 R5

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 305.2 winners!

#rain world room poll #rain world opinions

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years ago

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BEING TASTE-TESTER TO THEIR BAKER!S/O

feat. yuuta okkotsu and inumaki toge

@kirakirasaku: Dedicated to my moot @/mitsuyaya 🥰

Yo dinooooooo 👋🏻😘 since you’re into jjk too, i was thinking about either Yuta or Inumaki being their baker!s/o’s ‘official’ taster 🤔 enjoying digging their sweet tooth into whatever delicious they baked—cupcakes, cakes, pastries etc 😋♥️ tyt + take care of yourself and stay hydrated and well-reated + ily mwah mwah tsup tsup 😉

a/n: wahhh ella !! hehe thanks for requesting and i hope and @/mitsuyaya enjoy it!

☆.｡.:* YUTA OKKOTSU

whenever he's away abroad, the one thing that's always on yuta's mind is your baked goods

he just misses them a lot and not even the best pastry shops he's been to in other places could really compare to your baked goods

the two of you message each other when you have time and you always send pictures of new recipes you're testing out (even the failed ones) and yuta just can't wait to get home sooner

once, he got home at around 2 am in the morning because of a late flight and immediately went off to bed so you decided to surprise him!

poor guy was too tired to even hear you enter the jujutsu high dorms early in the morning but the smell of freshly baked scones was more than enough to wake him up

he opens one eye to see you laying a plate of banana bread and other assorted goods on the coffee table and smiles while slowly sitting up in bed

"is this all for me? i must be your favorite customer then," he chuckles while hugging you close and inhaling the scent of flour and vanilla from your clothes

he settles himself down on the floor in front of all the pastries and he's never been happier

don't think that just because he's eating he's going to let you leave his side mans has two hands and he's going to use them

he's a great boyfriend but when it comes to being your taste-tester well... let's just say he's too busy enjoying to actually say stuff but you can tell by the expression on his face that he thinks everything's good

"yuta,, please i need something to write for the menu," you beg. and he just looks at you and the cream puff in his hands and does a little thumbs up

whenever he finishes his work early, and he often does, he likes to catch you in your bakery working at night when all the customers are gone

you have to keep an eye on him because he has a tendency to lick the whisk that you used to make the batter and yuuta please those have raw eggs in it you're going to get a stomachache

but yuta's just way too fast and silent for you to actually catch him in action but once in a while when you turn your head you could catch the unmistakable smear of batter on his cheek

if he wasn't your boyfriend you would fire him from his taste-testing job

he visits you at your bakery even more frequently when he knows he has a job abroad again and looks forlornly at the line of cupcakes in the display case knowing that it'll be a while before he can have those again

yuuta gets held up at the airport the very next day because he tried to smuggle cookies in his suitcase

☆.｡.:* INUMAKI TOGE

he absolutely lives for your sweets and he takes his taste-testing job very seriously

whenever inumaki is taste-testing for you he has a notepad nearby to really articulate all his thoughts and they're super helpful for whenever you introduce a new product to your menu

he is slightly biased though with strawberry-flavored treats so sometimes you'll get suggestions like 'you could add strawberries here'

he's super helpful though when suggesting design tips on how to decorate your pastries and his absolute favorite thing is to decorating cupcakes

you'll never admit it but inumaki is actually much better at getting the perfect swirls on your cupcake and if he wasn't fighting curses, you'd hire him on the spot

he gets a BIT too crazy with the sprinkles

like, dips the entire cupcake in the sprinkles and now its 70% sprinkles and you're like "sweetie i can't sell this" and he just looks at you dead in the eye and says 'mustard leaf' (trans: it's for me)

you forgive him though because his cupcake decorating brings you all the likes on social media

the other jujutsu high students of course want in on inumaki's sweet gig as your taste tester

when he's on the way to your bakery a bunch of them just follow him secretly (except for panda though) and now you have a whole bunch of new taste-testers

for you its a win but for inumaki it means less sweets for him especially since the jujutsu high first years plus maki are enjoying your baked goods quite a lot

at the end of the week, you usually give some leftover cookies and pastries to your boyfriend so that it isn't a waste of food but knowing how much the others love them, inumaki has to sneak them into his dorm room

but both kugisaki and itadori have really sharp noses and manage to sniff them out

now whenever you give him bakery leftovers he just eats them on the spot and you can already guess why

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hallow-witxh · 3 years ago

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Ok so I've heard before that people can use witchcraft to work alongside their medications, I was wondering if you knew some tips on how to do that? If it's of any importance I wish to use this to on my antidepressants. Also I don't have many crystals and what I do I'm still working on identifying. Also something broom closet friendly. Please and thank you.

Also I really appreciate all the helpful tips I've seen on your blog they really help.

First of all, this is a really great question, and I love how you phrased it so politely. Thank you for not coming into my ask box and raging hell like so many others. If you don't mind, I'll be using your question as a post!

Witchcraft can be a helpful little friend when it comes to helping along medications and therapies, so let's talk about the safety aspect of it first. If you're planning on eating, drinking, or consuming any kind of herbal/magical/spell-like substance, ask your prescriber about what to avoid while taking medications. For example, I take Zoloft, and Zoloft shouldn't be taken with L-tryptophan supplements because it can cause issues. I also take Prazosin for nightmares, and shouldn't drink alcohol on it due to... you guessed it, various health concerns.

That being said, let's get down to business. My favorite way to incorporate witchcraft into my therapy/med routine are kitchen spells! I'll give you a few recipes, and then a list of ideas for you to research that don't involve cooking/recipes as well.

Apple Cider. Not only is it super effective, but it make your house smell amazing and they usually taste amazing too. Making Apple Cider is a great was to bring a warm, fuzzy feeling to yourself! It's super easy too: check out my Apple Cider post from yesterday (you can find it by searching Apple Magic or Apple Cider on my blog). Most of the herbs are very love and luck centered, so it's a great way to bring some self love into your home.

Strawberry self-love spell. This one is also one of my own, and it's super delicious and easy. It can be made into a number of things: drinks, cakes, oatmeal, etc. Here's the link to that post.

Herbal teas and drinks. Lots of common kitchen spices are great to help invoke self-love! Cloves, cinnamon, ginger, allspice, and nutmeg are all wholesome herbs and spices to incorporate into these drinks. One of my favorite self-love drinks is very easy to make: a cup of steaming hot milk/milk replacement, a decent shake of each spice, and a tablespoon or two of sugar with a splash of vanilla makes a delicious, warm drink that soothes the soul and invoked self-kindness.

Here are a few other ideas for you to dig into:

Incorporate herbs that invoke love, healing, and happiness into your food

Make lots of bottles of moon water and challenge yourself to drink one every day. Hydration AND a spiritual boost!

Add lemon to your water every morning to help increase your energy and focusing levels. Stir clockwise!

Create a small spell jar with love-invoking herbs and carry it with you or put it in your bag. I recommend not using wax to seal it if you do, though. Use a screw-cap jar if you need to.

Juniper and rosemary smoke cleanse! Juniper banishes negative energies and well as invites good energies. Rosemary also invoked wellness, healing, and good energies.

Frequently cleanse your space, juniper or not. An easy cleanse spray is sea salt mixed with moon water, then a very light spray around your space. Remember to sweep/mop or vacuum often when you use that, especially if you have pets!

Light pink or red candles to invoke self-love

I also want to say this again, so everyone say it with me: witchcraft doesn't replace therapy and medications. One more time, with gusto! Witchcraft doesn't replace therapy and medications!

Good job!

And that wraps up this post! Good luck y'all, stay safe and blessed be! :)

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nokingsonlyfooles · 10 months ago

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Oooh, lets see. (I'm so distracted by thinking about how I think and looking for changes!)

Well, they definitely didn't train me to write like this. They put a lot of effort into training me to stop writing like this, and it didn't stick.

I do make mind-movies, all the time, but I bet if you could see them you'd go, "WTF is this blurry shit?" My perception is that it's not blurry, I know where everything is and what they're doing and why, and what comes next and when the scene will end. And, like, if someone has vanilla ice cream (I'm thinking of this in ice cream terms because... oy, "ice cream debugging" will be a thing in the future, if I get that far. Somebody's thought processes need fixing!) I know that's white. If you wanna know what shade of white, I gotta go back and think, "French vanilla, vanilla bean or regular vanilla?" so I think it's more of a word or an identity than a colour I can see, even if it doesn't feel that way.

So let's get more complex. If you just say "ice cream sundae" and it might have any color toppings, I am imagining that these toppings have a colour and there's nothing wrong. The ice cream has the attribute "sundae." But if you ask me what colour the toppings are, then I gotta pick colours and types of toppings - but I think I pick the types of topping first and then extrapolate. That's not exactly how it works now (I'm due for another dose tonight so I am indeed doing a little Flowers for Algernon as I write and think about this!) but that's what I remember. When I summon a mental sundae, I get a sundae-like shape that I know is a sundae with all the parameters I've specified, and I had no idea that was lacking in any way.

I guess, thinking about it, things only gain the parameters I assign them when I assign them, and when they don't need them, I know there's something there, but I don't care what it is because it's not important. AHA! And THIS is why I couldn't make an apple without context. What's it for? What does it need to perform the function of an apple in its environment? Okay, lemme give it that. There. We good?

I think, like, that's how an object should work in a text-based story? As I add detail to a scene, you don't pull up and go, "WAIT! It wasn't like that BEFORE!" You know the apple has seeds, but they don't make an appearance unless someone is going to eat them or pick them out or do some other character-specific thing. I build things in my brain the same way I build them for you!

And even when it's just a mind movie, I'm assigning strings of words to things, not just singular attributes. This description suits this. I like the rhythm of that. I'll say this about this and say that about that. And when they start talking, I can darn well hear it. Not really (unless you get me a white noise machine and I focus real hard like I'm looking for EVPs) but it's way more distinct than the objects in space. The words are the words and they sound like this! Now, how do I describe that? Would she say it a different way, maybe?

Then, when I start putting words on the screen, it's like when I cut up a photo or move a model around. Aha, yes, now I can put things exactly where I want them and they stay! Except my interface for moving them around is language instead of cut, flip, distort, and paste. And this is when I start doing crazy author things like acting out scenes as I read them or mouthing or saying the dialogue and moving my face into the correct expressions like I'm gonna animate it. I'm checking if the words line up with whatever thing I want, like when I move stuff around on the page for an illustration. Should that be like that? What if I try it over here? I'm Maggie now. I say this with this inflection. Does it feel right? Am I scared or pissed off or both? What other attributes convey that? OK, lemme add those! Oops, wait, this person has just become a disembodied voice in space, I need them to move!

This MUST be why I don't sketch (Basic shapes first!) like I'm supposed to or outline (Topic. Point A. Point B. Sub point.) like I'm supposed to. Where the HELL is my CONTEXT? I can't define any of this business without CONTEXT! If I'm not looking at a whole-ass human body how'm I supposed to render an arm for that body? They go all over the place and they look different from every angle! In my notes, I cough up plot and scene summaries with chunks of specific information like names and dates (that I may forget or screw up if I don't write them down while I'm focused on that stuff), and then I keep adding more context as it occurs to me. OK, I have ABC, I need to get to GHI, where's DEF? Well, what if I hook them up like this?

Generally speaking, though, I do it in my head or in the actual "draft." (It's not a draft, I don't write the whole thing again, I just edit.) I only write down the real complicated interactions as notes, so I don't forget how I solved it in my head. Like, I never bothered to write down My Baby's First Murders, but I've had that scene with Erik, John, Maggie and Mordecai in my head for years. Maggie and Mordecai are up, John and Erik are down, Maggie and Mordecai can see, John can't, and George knows they're up there but there's no way in hell they'd trust him. But I didn't know where it was until I actually put the words on the page. I thought, maybe an abandoned warehouse with a skylight? I get it on the page and, no, I can't get them to an abandoned warehouse from here... Aha! Put Maggie and Mordecai on the roof and John and Erik in the alley! But now how do I keep them from getting shot? What needs to be in the alley to serve the function of Erik and John not getting shot...? Dumpster! Oh, yeah, they're goin in. We're in the dumpster, what does the dumpster need to serve that function? OK, let's give it that, and to fit that here, I need to use these words...

Lather, rinse, repeat indefinitely.

This is not at all how they tell you to write, or draw, or anything. I suppose if one has more of a standard brain, it seems wrong. I think writing advice gets kinda ritualized and divorced from reality, too, but it just doesn't work for me. Probably because this is how my brain is. And it took putting (more) drugs in it to give me an inkling that this is not how it's expected to be. Oh? Things that are hard for me are supposed to be easy and things that are easy are supposed to be hard. OK. Um. I'm not sure I know how to exist and create this way.

Maybe that's why I'm getting anxiety. I do something weird to my weird brain and now my gosh darn compensation mechanisms aren't where I left them. And I got this other stuff I'm supposed to use? Good Lord, HOW? Why, I've been "doing art" by scraping images into my flesh with this rusty scissors I found in the trash. Is that wrong? What's this "pencil and paper" crap? That's not easier! *scribble* Oh, wait. Damn.

And, as I approach 72 hours after my last dose, I want my trash scissors back! Pencil and paper is getting too hard again! I barely know how to do this in the first place!

Man, I dunno. I have a lot to compare, but this is just the "how do I write" idea. Should probably stop adding to it and eat, I can pick it up later! That's... a thing people do and they don't stress about it because they do somehow remember to do it later, right?

On the one hand, this is undoubtedly disjointed and needs an edit, but this is probably worth studying if someone wants to learn about shrooms and ADHD and autism. I wrote this as my meds were wearing off! Is it gonna look different to me tomorrow? Would I say it a different way? What about if/when I get used to it! Nobody's gonna do science about this, but it's kinda interesting...

How D'ya Like THEM Apples?

So, trying the decriminalized mushrooms in tiny doses for the ADHD (because, in my particular situation, going to a doctor for this might be hazardous to my health in general). The first time I took them before bed, with chocolate, and that upset my stomach a little so I decided to take them with breakfast like they suggested in the instructions (not really a breakfast person). Not an improvement, they upset my stomach more and made me anxious all day yesterday. Can't know if I'm getting used to them or I need to figure out the best way to take them.

Still slightly anxious today, but able to roll with it.

So, here's the deal. A while back, the spouse and I discussed what the prompt "imagine an apple" gets you, in your brain. He can imagine an apple at will. I found out, I can't. I need context. What's it for? Do you want my culture's Platonic ideal of "apple" or are you going to the store and you need to know what's a good one to buy? Do I need to get taste and texture involved here or is it more like set dressing? With some context, I can kinda get you an apple, but it's indistinct.

And I thought, "Ahaaa! That's that 'imagination deficit' they want to see to diagnose the autism. That's what that is! I can't cough up unlimited specific apples without specific contexts for each one, and even then it's not so good!"

But, after that first microdose, while heading off to sleep, I thought to myself, to pass the time, "Hey, wonder if I can imagine an apple any better?" And, uh, I COULD? Unlimited specific apples, no context. I mentioned that to the spouse, and he said, "Can you still do it now?" And, yes. Yes I can. +/-36 hours away from the second tiny dose of mushroom, and I can give you unlimited specific apples, if you need me to imagine that for some reason.

And... It kinda feels nonsensical that I couldn't do that before? Yeah, apples. There's lots. Just pick one. But I know I couldn't. Not even for the sake of a person who would be satisfied with any imaginary apple. Like, I could imagine the shittiest apple and that would be fine, it would be a judgment free zone! But I remember I couldn't do it. I needed a better prompt.

That thing with the apples is not something I've heard about for ADHD, but I did just barely get an internet diagnosis on that (thanks, @kithpendragon), and I only ordered the stuff because my THC vendor has it. I need the THC to keep from waking up from the edge of sleep with a gasp and heart palpitations, fearing to be harmed. If you spend $200 and stock up, they send you more THC as a surprise! That's a good deal! I like not having panic attacks! For months at a time! I'm not liking the stomach ache and anxiety from the mushrooms, but this thing with the apples makes me feel functional and cool. I don't wanna lose that!

I'm kinda concerned I'm gonna end up doing a real Flowers for Algernon here if I can't tolerate the mushrooms, or they go illegal again because politics. Like, I'm not sure how well the brain differences will play with my creativity and productivity. I need to draw things and go shopping and make dinner, ya know? Lots of different stuff. I seem to be able to do laundry and write a long-ass Tumblr post, but I need long-term data on that. In any case, five days a week is the maximum recommended dose and I gotta take breaks or I'll build up a tolerance.

I may end up looking forward to my meds like that one Tumblrite in my feed the other day, even if they make my stomach hurt! Or I may end up trading one kind of imagination for another and going back and forth indefinitely. I'd prefer the former, but I gotta wait and see.😅

#long post #seriously

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snwusberry · 3 years ago

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pairing: yeosang x reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): food

"how many cups of sugar did that lady say i must add?" i hear yeosang asking himself as he goes to rewind the video that was playing. he's trying to bake us some cupcakes but he can't cook for shit.

i can't help but stare in awe as he scrunches his nose in confusion. i should i help him or nah? i see him just adding the sugar regardless eyeballing the whole thing.

"you know, you could help..." he commented looking at me as i'm seated on the other side of the kitchen eating a bag of caramel popcorn.

"i could but i dont want to." i taunted causing him to roll his eyes and continue his struggle. there's a reason why i don't let this man anywhere near the kitchen but he still insists.

my mind just driftes off and goes back to the time i had the biggest crush on him. i remember telling him straight up because i was not about to start going around in circles. the only thing is that i barely knew him. sure we were in the same school for years already but i didn't know him as a person.

he obviously needed some time to think about it because that's what cliché fanfic characters do. it took him a good three months to tell me how he actually felt about me, thinking it's too late because he took so long to come to terms with his feelings.

when we started dating i remember throwing all caution to the wind and trusted him with everything. i also remember asking myself if i was moving too fast. if i was opening up too him too quickly.

so many "what if's" floated in my head for the longest time but whenever i was around him, as cheesy as fae is making me sound, all those intrusive thoughts drifted away.

"baby, i think you baught food colouring instead of vanilla extract." he announced with an eyebrow raised, breaking me away from my thoughs.

here we are five years later and all that trust that i put in him has never been broken. not even once. the thought alone brings a smile to my face as i look at the beautiful man in front of me.

"why you smiling at me like that you creep?"

aaannnnddd back to reality.

#kpop #yeosang #yeosang fluff #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #yeosang imagines

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unwilling-souls-if · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I don't know if the first ask went through, but if it did I'm sorry for sending a repeat!!! But if it didn't then good morning/afternoon/night!!!!

☕️ and🥞 for whoever you want?

Hi! <3 Don't worry, your ask only sent once (and I don't mind doubles, I can always just delete the other!). I chose to do for all the characters since there isn't one with a particular answer :)

🥞- What is their comfort breakfast?

Xander and Charlotte share their favorite breakfast because it's one their dad used to make when they were children. Homemade waffles with chocolate on top and freshly pressed orange juice. It was a rare thing, but when it happened they'd eat it all up.

Dione: She doesn't have a comfort breakfast, and just generally eats whatever the cooks of HELL make.

Perceval: Warm toasts with salted butter that slightly melt on top and a bowl of berries on the side! They often prepare it for Majid too. It's just warm and cozy.

Crescent: They'll never admit it, like never, but they actually really love Cookie Crisp (the cereals). They found it on a mission on Earth and just-- It's so good. They stock up on it whenever they can.

☕- Do they prefer hot or cold drinks? What is their favorite drink?

Xander: This one right here stays hydrated, cold water all the way! Sometimes lemonade when Charlotte whines about him being boring.

Charlotte : She's a hot chocolate with whipped cream kind of girl. When she's feeling fancy she adds small marshmallows on top too.

Dione: She prefers cold beverages, with bubbles preferably. She has a stash of pink champagne in her office too, but don't tell Perceval that.

Perceval: I think they'd prefer hot beverages in general, but they always wanted to try vanilla milkshake. Maybe one day!

Crescent: Anything as long as there's alcohol in it, unless they're on an important mission. Then it's grape juice, with a straw and a small umbrella to make it look fancier than it is. For their reputation.

Thank you for the ask! :)

#ro:dione #ro:crescent #ro:perceval #ro:charlotte #ro:xander

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years ago

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: angst, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, lil spooky, lil fluffy

word count: 7.7k | reading time: 40 min

chapter summary: perhaps staying close is going to be better

warnings: as always a little spooky house and a little twist

All chapters | Masterlist | Read on AO3

Chapter 4: Meticulous chaos

You didn't want Taehyung to be the first thing you thought about when you woke up, yet he was. Probably because you woke up due to noises coming from another room, and you must have subconsciously connected that to the only other person living there with you. Nevertheless, there you were, lying in bed with your eyes fixed on the ceiling but only seeing the face of a pretty boy. You shook your head. See, this is why you didn't want to stay there with him. This is why you didn't want to spend too much time around him; because you can easily get used to it.

Because when you looked through your clothes to pick what to wear, the idea of him seeing you in that outfit crossed your mind and surely affected your choice. Because when you kept hearing noises from around the house, you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. And because you worried about how it was your turn to cook, as if there was a dire need to impress him. When you hopped down the staircase, you walked around the rooms with a clear intention of spotting him. He wasn't in the kitchen, nor the hallways. Not in the sitting room either, that solely boasted its fireplace with a strong flame.

That fire was almost out last night. Yet there it was, dancing about as if it was immortal.

You headed back to the kitchen after your small search was proved fruitless. Even though you had thought you wouldn't have to eat again for the rest of the week after the feast you had the previous night, your stomach was tight from hunger. There was, of course, the easy solution of buttering up some toast along with all the toppings the Manor provided. But Taehyung had gone out of his way to make pancakes for the two of you, it would be a weak admission of defeat to settle for less. You chewed on your lower lip as you investigated the cupboards for ideas; it almost felt like you had put yourself in a competition no one had asked for. A competition that you were doomed to fail, considering the skill Taehyung had displayed in the field already. But if he had to brag about making his hook-ups fall for him through breakfast, you had to at least try to go against him, didn't you?

And then you saw the perfect item: a pudding mix. All you had to do was add milk and bring it to a boil, no extravagant cooking talent needed. And you'd get nice little bowls of vanilla cream that not only would be a unique breakfast but would also fit the aesthetic of the Victorian house and appear as intricate as his pancakes. He didn't have to know it was actually an instant mix.

The wooden floors from upstairs kept making loud noises while you stirred the cream in the flower garnished pot. It almost sounded like he was moving around furniture, but why? You tried to take your mind off him -he had been in there too long, you thought- and finished up your breakfast, serving four small balls. The pudding smelled absolutely delicious but was still steaming, so you opened a window and put two of the bowls out to help them cool down faster since you were impatient to eat. The yellow pot had gained a couple of dark spots at the bottom, a clear sign that you hadn't stirred the milk as much as you should have. You went straight to rubbing it, hoping to fix it, while you noticed the noises had died down and you assumed the other man would walk into the kitchen any time now.

Then you heard the obvious sound of the front door closing. You dropped the pot. Where was he going? Without eating breakfast? Without even saying a "good morning"?

"Tae?" you found yourself calling out. Then you cleared your throat. "I mean... Kim Taehyung?"

There was just silence. You looked out the window but he wasn't in the garden. A sort of itch bothered your right hip, something like curiosity, or even affection for the man, that you had buried and embodied deep in your gut. An itch that acted up when you decided to ignore your thoughts of him once again and go back to scrubbing that pot.

But then the unmistakable sound of the door was heard again. You froze and bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from calling out his name again. However, you couldn't stop the way your head slowly turned towards the door, peeping from the corner of your eye at the hallway, waiting. You heard the footsteps, then you saw just the tip of his shoe before you jerked your head back forward. You wouldn't be caught watching the door, waiting for him to enter. That would be embarrassing.

"Something smells delicious." His voice was husky, his tone lower than normal, as if that sentence was the first one he had spoken that day. Which could very easily be the case.

Your eyes ran to his form the moment you deemed to be safe, and even though you knew who you would see, you still didn't expect the exact sight and ended up smiling sheepishly. Taehyung's somewhat long and curly hair was falling over and under a pair of clear glasses that hung low on his nose, poking at his eyes, looking like he had just woken up and hadn't even run one hand through it. His head was tilted back so that he could stare at you from under his locks, and his jaw was slightly turned to the side as he was probably biting his tongue. Lips and cheeks a soft pink; long fingers stroking his chin. His hair tucked behind his ears made them stand out, along with his thick neck that was framed by a short turtleneck he was wearing.

All that and your eyes hadn't even traveled further down yet.

"Hey," you simply said, your voice small, barely escaping your tight throat.

How could a man look so good in such a sight of sloppiness and untidiness?

"Hey," he rasped, let his arm fall to his side, and smiled at you. He had his camera hanging from his neck and hovering over his stomach. One hand in a pocket of his dark jeans, and a jacket on. Took two steps closer while keeping his eyes to the ground. "Did you cook something? What's the smell?"

"Yeah, breakfast," you responded and gave up on the pot you were cleaning altogether, washing your hands to turn to him. You swallowed hard when you realized Taehyung was standing right in front of you, close enough that you had to look up to see his face, yet far enough to not guarantee a complaint. And there you were again, almost uncomfortable just by existing around him. Though this time it was a different kind of uncomfortable. Something that derived from a sense of comfort that you, but mostly he, displayed right now. You couldn't quite place what it was.

"What kind of breakfast?"

"Vanilla pudding." You noticed his eyebrows rise under his fringe.

"Sounds nice." He gave you a smirk. "Didn't think you'd do that for me." He tilted his head to the side, trying to make you look at him, but you avoided eye contact.

"Don't worry, princess, it's not because of you." You bit the inside of your cheek, regretting immediately having called him that, even if it was his own words you were using against him. And the silence that followed for a heartbeat made you grow with worry.

But then Taehyung laughed. Loudly. He pulled away, swinging his feet towards the island with his back turned to you, clearly enjoying your remark. Enjoying the air in the room, the entire moment and interaction between the two of you, so casually, as if it was all going according to a plan he had made.

And then you realized. There was something in his aura that had changed. Looked a lot like the one he exuded when you first met him. Yeah, those past couple of days he had been walking around as if he was sorry he was taking up space. Now he was walking around as if he knew he could seduce you just by standing next to you. He probably wasn't wrong. Yoonji had said the fact that Taehyung was attractive made the whole situation of being stuck with him there easier, but you were certain it was the exact opposite. Just how attractive that man was, was starting to make staying there with him so, so difficult.

"Uh, well... I had breakfast hours ago when I woke up but- I'll indulge in some pudding since you made it," Taehyung murmured, leaning on the counter with his elbows and looking you up and down as if he was talking about eating something else.

You frowned a bit as you processed his words, along with his outfit. "Where have you been?"

He grinned in a way you knew he had been waiting for you to ask. Then he took the camera off his neck and placed it on the table. "Actually, I thought I'd go find that fairy ring you talked about."

"You've been out?"

"Yeah, I took the mushroom trail you said you took, the one in the tour guide. But I didn't find it."

"You've been out all morning?" you insisted.

"Yeah, I told you. But I didn't find any mushrooms. Like, how far into the woods did you go? I was walking for half an hour and I still hadn't found a single mushroom."

You stared blankly out the windows. "That's weird, when I went, the path was filled."

"Weird, huh?" he mumbled. He hummed and looked around a bit before he turned his attention back on you and your frozen stare. "How many days do mushrooms live? Maybe I was too late?"

"So, you just got home? You were out up until now?" you asked again.

Taehyung frowned. "Yeah, I already told you. Why do you keep asking?" His frown deepen when you didn't answer. When you just kept looking off at nothing like a statue. "Amy? Why, what happened?" he asked concerned, something in your expression not sitting right with him.

Finally, you looked at him. The inner corners of your eyebrows turned upwards as you took a deep breath. "I... I've been hearing... noises."

He pushed away from the counter and walked closer to you. If he did that to make you feel more protected, or himself, you didn't know. "What do you mean? What kind of noises?"

You shrugged, still staring at him without even blinking. "I don't know, just- noises. From upstairs. I thought it was you."

You felt his right palm fold nicely around your left elbow, a touch you almost didn't register right away. He didn't speak immediately, nor did you. Perhaps because there was only one thing that crossed both of your minds, yet neither of you wanted to admit it. It was foolish, wasn't it? You were adults. Adults don't believe in those kinds of things. So you kept quiet, looking with wide eyes and searching in each other what was proper to say. Because you wouldn't profess what you really wanted to say.

Perhaps that is the most adult thing you could ever do; not admit your true thoughts and feelings.

"It's an old house," the photographer was the first one to speak, starting a sentence even he didn't know the ending. "Sometimes it just makes old house noises."

"What are old house noises?"

"Maybe it's just the pipes."

"Yeah, that's what they always say," you snorted. "In horror movies!"

And then Taehyung laughed. With the hand that was on your arm, he ruffled your hair like you were some kind of adorable kid making up stories, completely invalidating your comment. I guess he chose to play the grown-up.

"Well, good thing we're not in one then, right?" he chuckled as he walked away and sat down in one of the chairs.

He was probably right. But still, how dare he pretend to be the logical one and insinuate you weren't. You rolled your eyes and puffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I mean, you never know," you grunted.

Taehyung bit his tongued visibly between his front teeth as he smirked at you. "Don't you think that if this place was haunted or something, they would advertise it as such? They'd make a lot more money that way."

"Not if it was really dangerous," you argued. "Then I think they would keep it a secret and offer the place at a great price to lure people in. Which is probably how Jimin and Yoonji could afford this in the first place."

"Ha!" Taehyung simply said in a way you couldn't tell if it was a genuine laugh or a sarcastic one. "No, Jimin is a lot richer than you think." He frowned as if scolding himself. "Motherfucker is richer than me!" he complained. "That's not fair, I'm the one who made him famous. What's a model without his photographer, huh?"

You tried not to break character, rolling your eyes back to avoid smiling. "That's beside the point. The noises?"

"Probably the housekeepers."

"Oh."

The truth was you hadn't thought about that, had almost completely forgotten about them. Possibly, you had even started doubting their existence; what kind of housekeepers are completely invisible?

"I didn't see them," you said. "Did you?" He shook his head in response. "Did you light the fireplace in the sitting room?" He shook his head again and you had to sigh in defeat. "Well, I guess that was them, too. Even if this house had ghosts, I doubt they'd be lighting us a fire to keep us warm."

"Or cleaning our rooms," he added with an amused grin.

You reciprocated his energy. "Unless the housekeepers are the ghosts. That would be convenient."

"Maybe that lady that was here the first day was a ghost, too. Maybe the whole Manor is run by ghosts."

You both laughed at the idea. Yeah, it was indeed ridiculous. You had to laugh.

"So... pudding?" Taehyung suggested then, pressing his lips together and motioning towards the bowls that were sitting on the counter next to you.

"Oh, right." You jumped a bit at remembering. "I have some here," you mumbled as you turned around and opened the window that put up little resistance.

You frowned at the sight. The two bowls you had placed on that window sill not long ago were still there, but...

"The bowls are only half-way full," you announced, bringing them inside while you stared at them confused the entire time.

"It's okay, I'm not that hungry."

"No, I mean they were full, then I put them outside to cool down, and now half of it is gone!"

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, considering how to reply for a second. "Are you suggesting I ate them somehow?"

"No!" you exclaimed, your frown deepening.

"Then what are you suggesting?"

You shook your head, exhaling. "I don't know," you said, and you really didn't. "Do you know if there's a cat or something around here?"

He humored you for a moment and thought about it. "No, actually... Haven't seen any cats. Have you?"

"Or- do you know if fairies, perchance, like pudding?"

Taehyung smiled at you and shook his head. But he didn't argue that any kind of mystical being was out of the question to be the culprit responsible for your pudding disappearing, so you guessed there could be a part of him that believed it. Or at least thought about it. And yet again was too pragmatic to admit.

"If we don't know what ate those, I suggest we just throw them away," he said eventually.

You agreed. "There's more, anyway." And with a motion, you emptied the little cream left in the bowl in the bin. The two spare bowls were still filled to the brim and warm to the touch. "But these haven't cooled down yet."

"It's okay, I prefer them hot anyway."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

You raised your eyebrows as you grabbed two little spoons and sat down next to him. "Hm... I'd never have guessed that about you," you whispered and pushed one bowl in front of him.

He opened his mouth dramatically. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know," you said biting back a smile, shrugging too, for added effect. "You just seem like a cold guy."

Taehyung snapped his head away, his chin raised high. "I'm not cold. You just don't allow yourself to get to know me better."

"I'm talking about pudding, princess."

"Stop calling me princess!"

"You first."

A small battle of stares and smirks ensued between the two of you before he gave up and picked up his spoon. You remained, and watched, waiting for his reaction like it would be your payment. And the boy, as if he knew, dragged him movements out; dipped that little spoon in the jiggling, runny cream slowly, moving the bite close to his lips ever more so, as though he was filming a commercial. He held the spoon there long enough for you to lose your thought while staring at his lips, the deep cupid bow decorating the top. Then, finally, he tried your pudding and you had to hold your breath when he closed his eyes. Was it because it was really good, or really bad?

"Oh, that's really good."

You sighed in relief. Then snorted at his act. "Don't sound so surprised." You had a taste too and you mentally congratulated yourself. Not that you had done anything much, but he didn't know that, and the result was good enough to boast about.

"I mean-" Taehyung continued while taking another bite, "-I did notice you almost burned that pot over there, so excuse me if I am pleasantly taken aback."

You rolled your eyes and smacked his upper arm, but decided to stay silent. At least for as long as you ate. Taehyung didn't speak either, simply gave you a quick glance after every bite, almost as if he was checking you were still next to him. Next to him, so close to him... You could have easily chosen a seat farther away, but let's be honest, whether it was consciously or unconsciously done, you needed to be in as low of a proximity as possible. It felt safe.

Which is probably why you got up at the same moment as he did, walked to the sink right after him, left the kitchen, and headed down the hall right behind his steps. Taehyung didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't mention it; even if it could be a nice excuse for the teasing he loved to do. He simply stopped in front of the main staircase, looked up, then around him, and then straight to you and said:

"What are you going to do now?"

"Eh?" Were you supposed to do something other than follow him around all day? Well, damn... "Um, I don't know. What about you?" you chewed out your words.

"I wanted to continue some of my work."

You remembered what he had said the previous day. "Right... And you need the sitting room to yourself, I assume?"

He shook his head. "I don't mind sharing," he said in a near whisper.

Your chest puffed as you took in a deep breath at that, trying not to let your face light up. Then again, you couldn't see your face and you could only hope it didn't betray the way your toes curled at the thought of Taehyung implying he wanted to stay in the same room as you. The way his eyes searched your own for a reaction, however, let you know he probably hadn't detected it.

"Oh, good," you mimicked his voice. "I mean, that room is easily the coziest one here, so I'd like to do my reading there, too." You felt proud of your quick and believable excuse.

"Right." Taehyung smiled at you. "It has a lit fireplace, too, so of course we both wanna stay there," he said, basically revealing an excuse of his own.

Inarguably, those were the true reasons to stay in the sitting room. It had nothing to do with the fact that both of you were starting to think the place might be haunted or, God forbid, the fact that you craved each other's company.

Satisfied with yourselves, you jogged up the stairs with the same pace, parting ways for only a minute in order for either of you to fetch your laptop and your books respectively. Taehyung called dibs on the large armchair by the window facing south and you settled for the side of the sofa that was closest to the fireplace. That way you were opposite one another and it was not only easy, but unavoidable, slipping a glance over your work and onto the other. And, simply due to the laws of statistics, it was therefore easy and unavoidable making eye contact a few times as well. He seemed more comfortable when that happened than you, giving you his usual smirk, or even the occasional wink. You, instead, cleared your throat or pretended you were taking a break from staring at the same page all the time, rereading the same sentence.

Yet it was impossible to stop. Taehyung was like a colorful flower in a garden and you were like a starving bee; simply put, you were drawn to him. Both your eyes and mind were incapable of staying focused on your books, every few seconds drifting off across the room in search of the same image again and again: the photographer's serious face, his eyebrows naturally set in a frown, his lips moving along with his thoughts, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Despite that, you weren't upset when that wasn't what you got. You weren't upset when you were met with his smug expression instead, or his head thrown back, or his attention on the dancing flame. Sure, getting caught made your face burn disagreeably, but you were never upset.

You thought being there with him -and I am referring to the entire week- would just make your blood boil. Yet it didn't. Was it because he was acting unexpectantly nice to you, an indication of a different character than the one you were counting on? Had you simply stopped hating him so much with the passage of time? Or had you gotten used to him already? Was it a combination of all three?

Whatever it was, it was definitely causing you to appreciate his presence right now.

"What are you working on?" Right, and it was definitely helping in wanting to know more about him.

Taehyung smiled at you. "I'm editing some photos for the magazine I work for."

"Oh. The ones you took in the garden?"

His smile grew, his teeth showing. "No, no. Those were just for me." He seemed so happy with the interrogation, so happy that you were showing interest. It almost made you cower a little, but he went on right away. "These are from a photoshoot I did right before I came here."

"With Jimin?"

"No, unfortunately," he chuckled. "This one was a lot harder to work with."

You nodded to show you understood. You gave your books a glance, debating whether you should keep the conversation going or go back to silence. Not that you could focus on those books, but perhaps Taehyung could focus on his thing and you were preventing that. "What magazine do you work for?" you asked, anyway.

"Vogue."

You choked. "Wha-" He had said it so nonchalantly you weren't sure you had heard that right. "Vogue? As in, the Vogue?"

"Vogue Korea, yes."

You laughed, shaking your head. "And you just say the magazine I work for? As if it's not a Devil wears Prada kind of situation?"

He licked his lips, his eyes running over your whole face. "What do you want me to do, brag? Isn't that the type of thing that made you dislike me in the first place?"

You raised an eyebrow at his words. "You don't even remember meeting me, how do you know the reason I dislike you?"

Taehyung tilted his face and lied back in his chair. "An assumption," he said casually. "Anyway, I thought you already knew I worked there."

Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek as you narrowed your eyes at him. "Believe it or not, Taehyungie, I didn't spend my free time looking up facts about you."

"Such a shame, I happen to like stalkers."

You snorted at his odd sense of humor, one of the things you clearly remembered about him. But the implication that he wanted to like you didn’t go by unnoticed. In fact, you had picked up on every single comment that served some type of flirting role, at first brushing it off as just the way the man is -he probably did the same to everyone- but you couldn’t help but question whether it was more than making conversation and if it had something to do with you. If, namely, he thought you were pretty or liked you enough to toy with you that way. It didn’t sound improbable.

“How does someone like you get a job at a place like that?” you asked again, seeing you had room to annoy him further with your questions. He didn’t seem exactly eager to get back to editing.

“Someone like me?”

“You know what I mean,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Do I?” he asked again, but raised his eyebrows in a way you knew he was more entertained than offended.

“You’re so young.”

“Touché. Well, um…” He placed his laptop on the coffee table and leaned closer. “I made a video with Jimin and I in it as my last project in college, and then when I uploaded it on Instagram it went kind of viral. That way I was able to find a job right after I graduated, meanwhile, my follower count kept growing. Jimin gained traction too, and when he was scouted as a model for a commercial, he asked that I be his photographer. We’ve been working together ever since.”

You nodded along. You knew parts of that story, like how Jimin started his modeling career, but you had never considered it from Taehyung’s point of view.

“And Vogue?” you questioned.

He shrugged casually. “Started working there about half a year ago, when Jimin had a photoshoot for the magazine. They offered me a two-year contract.”

You hummed in response. You knew Taehyung was not doing bad in terms of his career, but you had never grasped just how good of a career that was. In your head, you thought of him on the same level as some random influencer; simply had a cute face and a few million followers online. But he seemed to be on his way to becoming one of the greatest photographers in our days, given the exponential growth of his fame in just some years.

And you… You were staying in an old house alone with this celebrity. It should be overwhelming, and it was, but not for that reason.

“Wow. It had never dawned on me just how big you and Jimin are,” you mumbled. “Like, how is Yoonji managing to keep such a man around, still?”

Taehyung laughed. “Yoonji is one of the coolest girls I know, of course she has Jimin. Also, I remember the man had a crush on her since day one of meeting her, and also she was one of the few people that were nice to him back then. He had a lot of bullies, you know.”

You fidgeted a little, looking away. “Even so, he could have cheated or left her for someone better,” you almost whispered. “Isn’t that what celebrities always do?”

You noticed out of the corner of your eyes that he was chewing on his bottom lip aggressively, staring at you unblinkingly. He didn’t respond. Neither to deny nor affirm your words. You cleared your throat and looked around the room, spotting the grandfather clock next to the door, and decided to change the subject.

“When should we have lunch?”

Taehyung finally looked away, picking up his laptop again and placing it on his lap. “I’m in no rush.”

You puffed your cheeks full of air. Maybe it was just an excuse to leave now, but you said: “Yeah, but making food takes a while.” You closed your books and held them tight in your arms, getting up and heading for the door. “Perhaps I should start cooking. Or, at least, see what there is to cook, I don’t know.”

You were almost out of the room when he quickly spoke up, hasting to stop you. “Hey! What… What do you think about having a picnic?”

That really caught you off guard. “A what?”

Taehyung licked his lips when you looked at him over your shoulder. “A picnic. The weather forecast says there’s going to be heavy rain from tomorrow on, and the woods seemed lovely this morning. I was thinking today might be our last chance to get outside a bit.”

You turned fully to face him, trying to digest his words. “You wanna go into the woods?”

He shrugged just one shoulder. “We could go towards the river. I mean, do you really like being in here so much right now?”

Oh, he knew you were scared of these walls. What he didn’t know, however, was that the outside sounded just as scary. Especially after something ate your pudding. What the hell was that?

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “A picnic, though?”

“We can just get something, like, to eat, some snacks and stuff, fill up that basket in the kitchen, and go for an afternoon walk by the river,” he tried further to sell the idea to you. “It doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

You fidgeted again. “No, it- it sounds romantic.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

Maybe it was. You weren’t sure yet. Then again, the idea did sound nice, something that you would have definitely liked to do normally. You switched your weight from one leg to the other, back and forth, thinking about what to say. But the longer you took to respond, the more intense his look seemed to get. It put you on the spot, it prevented you from thinking straight, only making your mind focus on his eyes and the way he was waiting for your agreement. And the longer you couldn’t think straight, the harder it was, the more anxious you got.

“Fine,” you blurted out then. Why, you didn’t know. Maybe because you couldn’t think of a decent reason to say no.

You missed the way he smiled at you in favor of getting out of there quickly. You hid away in your room, no longer concerned with being alone since you had other things to keep your mind busy with. The other things being Taehyung and Taehyung alone. You tried contacting your roommate in need of some advice or a simple willing ear to listen to you, but she either was ignoring you or the signal was so bad she didn’t even get your texts. So all you were left to do was walk up and down the room, rummage through your clothes to find something to wear, sigh repeatedly while lying face down on the bed, bounce your leg and pull your hair… Nervous as if you were going on a date. Feeling funny in your stomach and you didn’t know why.

Taehyung was already in the kitchen, making a couple of sandwiches. You joined him without too much noise, packing up some crackers, some cheese, some charcuterie, some fruit. The basket was already looking deliciously full, and it was all starting to seem like a good idea, after all, ignoring the itch that was against this whole thing. You even smiled and agreed to the bottle of wine he suggested completing the meal. You covered everything up with a blanket you borrowed from a spare room and left the house with the hiking guide in your hands.

“The stream seems to be very close, only about a ten, fifteen-minute walk,” you let him know as you read the guide.

Taehyung was walking ahead of you, caring the basket he had insisted on, leaving you in charge of recognizing the path. He had his small camera with him, hanging from his shoulder like a purse, and every now and then he stopped to take a picture of the scenery. He was right; the forest seemed inviting today. Looking around you almost couldn’t believe it was the same trees surrounding you. There was ample sunlight boring through the branches and the leaves, hitting your face gently and providing some warmth. The trail was wide and easy, making the walk enjoyable enough, something the other trail had barely offered. What you didn’t expect to find was wild, purple little flowers by the egde as if it was already springtime.

Taehyung bent down and collected every single one of them, making room for them inside the basket.

“Why are you picking flowers?” you asked.

“For you,” he simply answered.

You clicked your tongue, not quite believing him. “Seriously.”

“I just thought they’ll look good with our picnic,” he said, changing his original answer.

You hadn’t even walked ten minutes and you could already hear the running water, gentle yet loud enough to reach your ears. And then it appeared next to the trail. The river was wider than you expected and boasted the bluest waters you had ever seen. White, roundish rocks were inside and around the stream, causing it to splash onto them violently and make all the noise. It was shallow, you could easily see the bottom of it, and the trees were almost falling over it, hiding it away, giving the water its bright, turquoise color.

“There should be a bridge here,” you said, checking the guide again, while Taehyung had already placed the basket down and was taking pictures of the place.

“There is,” he said, pointing upstream without taking his eyes off his camera.

When you walked closer to him and leaned over the edge, you spotted the stone, single arched bridge that was definitely older than the Manor. Its grey stones having turned dark for the most part where the water hit. Over it, it was clear enough for you to be able to see the peaks for a couple of mountains in the background, the river probably having begun up there and gotten so far in its search for the sea.

“Here.” Taehyung’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, along with his hand that landed on your arm. He pushed you in front of him. “Stand over there.”

“Wha- why?”

“Let me take your picture.”

You stayed still, where he needed you to be, and stared at him as you felt your entire head fire up. “Me? Why would you do that?”

Taehyung just looked at you as if you were acting weird and this was something normal you did all the time. “Isn’t that what people do on vacation? Take pictures?”

“Um…”

“Do you not want a picture with the bridge?”

You gulped, pushing your hair behind your ear and then immediately undoing it because you knew you looked bad that way. “Alright,” you whispered. Truly, it wasn’t anything that crazy, you had your photo taken so many times before, by so many people -even strangers- and still, you had no idea what to do, how to pose. You just stood there, looking not at the camera but at the man hiding behind it.

“Right!” he called once he was done. Gave the screen a glance and nodded, satisfied with himself. “Not bad at all. Wanna see?”

He wasn’t lying. The picture was more zoomed than you expected, your face taking up most of the space and outshining the scenery, but it wasn’t bad. Apparently, your a little confused-a little awkward face appeared pretty nice through the lens. Or maybe it was all just the talent of the photographer.

“Where do you want to sit?” he asked you.

Happy to be back to occupying yourself with anything but your thoughts regarding him, you looked around and walked deeper into the path. “Let’s get closer to the bridge, there’s an opening there.”

And so you did, found some grass you could put the blanket down on right by the foot of the bridge. Taehyung gave you the piece of clothing to lay down, and right after the bouquet of flowers he had gathered. Shaking your head at his antics, you placed them on the side, by the basket. The photographer left you alone to take the food out as he got distracted by the beauty of the place again, walking right to the middle of the bridge and taking many pictures. Up the mountain, down the stream, back at you and your little picnic set.

You arranged all your food on the two plates that proved themselves too small for everything, keeping the sandwiches along with the bottle of white wine inside the basket, two glasses on each side of the blanket. It was a nice spot, you thought. It had a nice view and the sun reached down to cover you, the wind blocked away from the forest to your left and all of it together making for a cold-free location.

“Tae,” you whined his name when he got back down there yet was still just taking pictures here and there. Pictures of nature, of the food, of you. Again. “We’re not here for a photo shoot, we’re here to eat!”

He hit himself on the head. “Oh, right. How could I forget,” he said in a teasing voice, yet put the camera away and finally sat down crossed legged in front of you. He gave you a big, boxy smile. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

You looked away, kind of not wanting to admit it, but nodded anyway. “Let’s eat,” you announced, picking up a sandwich.

Taehyung opened the wine bottle and pour both of you some. He clicked his glass onto yours and smiled at you before tasting it. And you were taken aback; that was the best white wine you had ever had.

“Hold on!” you mumbled, taking a look at the bottle to double-check the name. “This is really good!” It was a Sauvignon Blanc, but that wasn’t surprising. It must have been the specific variety because it had such an aroma, just a fruity taste, it seemed more like drinking juice than a dry wine.

“I know,” Taehyung told you. “You know, I’m not a big fan of alcohol but I always make an exception for this wine. It’s my favorite.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

He sucked some air through his teeth. “Probably because it’s a little pricy…”

“Are you implying I’m poor?”

He laughed. “No, I’m implying I’m rich.”

You chuckled while rolling your eyes at him, too. Then you both started biting down on your sandwiches that, needless to say, were delicious, the bread soft and crunchy as if it was baked just that morning. You filled your mouth up with all other snacks as well, appreciating the combination of the wine with the cheese. Oh, and you gulped down that ambrosia-like drink so fast. One glass, then another… You couldn’t have enough.

“I swear, I’ll get too drunk to walk back home at this rate,” you chuckled as Taehyung was pouring you the third glass.

“Then I’ll carry you.”

You dismissed him with a push on the arm. He wasn’t drinking as much but was reciprocating your energy easily. Your chuckles, your jokes, your openness. He threw a grape in the air and caught it in his mouth, which in turn gave you the brilliant idea to turn this into a game. The rest of the food was all gone save for a couple of crackers, the sun was getting more golden as it was slipping downwards, the birds’ chirping getting louder and the temperature falling just enough to make you squirm.

Your brain felt fuzzy but you would argue it was in a good way. You lied down on the blanket with a giggle, folding your arms behind your head, looking at the sky. It was pink.

“We should head back before it gets too dark,” you shared your thought.

Taehyung hovered over you, enjoying your eyes instead of the view. He hummed. “I don’t want to leave yet.”

You smiled at him. “Me neither,” you admitted, and it was true. “Look at the sky!”

He glanced up just as a flock of birds flew over, making him decide to grab his camera one more time. As he was too busy to notice, you let yourself look at him. Stare at him. He blended so well with the artistry of nature, you thought. And he was acting so nice lately, he was making you feel so nice. You knew that meant you were letting your icy cold walls break down in front of him, but at the moment you didn’t have the mental strength to stop that.

“Can I take a picture of you just like that?” he asked when he turned to you again.

You didn’t flinch, you didn’t cower away. You just grinned and let him. The man hovered over you again, hiding his face behind the lens, and you kept giving him the brightest beam you had to offer. Not because you suddenly knew how to pose; it came effortlessly. Taehyung stood up to photograph you from farther away, then got back on his knees and literally crawled to you. Your expression couldn’t help but get more and more serious, the closer and closer he got. Kneeling next to your hip and holding himself up with an arm next to your head, you heard his camera snap a couple more times, and he was so close to you now you felt like there was barely enough space to breathe.

“Tae…” you purred in an attempt to bring his attention back on earth, feeling like he had drifted away somewhere.

He heard you, and with one last snap, he pulled the camera away from his face. You couldn’t have predicted how much worse that would be; how much worse it was to be looking at his eyes -his lips when he licked them- instead of an inanimate object. And he was, oh, so close.

He smiled at you sweetly and completely dropped the camera next to you but still didn’t move an inch. Perhaps he was even getting closer as he used both hands to trap you under him- you didn’t know, you couldn’t fully understand.

“You know, Amy, I’m really glad we came here,” he spoke, his voice as low as it was that morning, basically resonating in a whole different frequency, nearly hard to be registered by a human ear.

You pressed your lips together as you gave him a curt nod. “Yeah, the picnic was a good idea.” He wasn’t even touching you but you felt like you couldn’t move. Why couldn’t you move? Why didn’t he move?

He licked his lips again and pushed his glasses up his nose with his middle finger. “I mean- hmm…” his voice vibrated in his throat. ”I’m glad we both came to this Manor. It’s better that you’re here.”

You had to bite your lower lip and your legs pressed well together. “Uh, yeah…” you said, clearing your throat immediately after. “I’m glad you’re here, too. To be frank, it would have been very boring if I was staying here alone.”

He licked his lips a third time- what the hell? Was he doing it on purpose, solely to keep your attention on them? Or had he always been doing it and you were just noticing now? Noticing because your eyes were on his lips anyway.

“I’m good company, then?” he chirped.

“You’re not terrible.”

Taehyung chuckled. You noticed his eyes traveling down your body with an amused smirk. “You’re not so bad yourself, princess.”

The way the nickname rolled off his tongue made your stomach do a flip. It wasn’t like all the other times he used it to make fun of you. Or maybe it was, but this time you liked it. Maybe you were too tipsy, or too lost in the moment, but your breath was heavy and his eyes felt like beams of fire burning into your form. And you couldn’t get a hold of yourself; you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t pull away, you couldn’t think straight. Your muscles moved on their own, your body taking control over your mind and you leaned in without knowing, without realizing. You really didn’t realize what you were doing until your lips hit his.

Taehyung immediately kissed you back. One of his hands snaked under your head and held the back of your throat to pull you closer to him as he swallowed you desperately. It was impossible to escape- his lips were soft and fit on yours with practiced ease. He was warm, and your body craved this heat as if it was freezing to death. And you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t pull away, you couldn’t think straight. And perhaps you didn’t want to.

He broke away only for a second to catch his breath; it was a second too long. The moment his lips left yours it was like you were freed from a prison spell. You could move, you could think. And you did, pushing him away.

“No…” you mumbled. Got on your feet right away, looking around as if you were lost. “No, no!” you basically screamed.

And you started running away.

“Amy!” Taehyung called your name as he got up too. He called you again, and again as he saw you run down the path you had taken to get there. “Amy, wait up!” you heard his voice get fainter as you got farther. But you didn’t wait up. You didn’t slow down. Now that you had started running from him, you didn’t know how you would stop.

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