#I'm still barely on the beginner stuff but it's fun

[tarczar]

boys will watch Monkeybone (2001) starring Brendan Fraser and immediately start following a tutorial for HTML

[buriedpair]

I'm Inlove with your ocs — How would the yandere react to a dense darling with no knowledge of gambling or any games who goes to the casino every now and then, who still manage to win without cheating? Like the others are pissed off by them and yet here they are asking what the rules are because they're forgetful -

IM BLUSHING SO MUCH RN IM SO GLAD U LIKE THEM ALSO THANKS FOR BEING SO NICE AND REBLOGGING MY STUFF AND FOR BEING MY FIRST MUTUAL!!!!!!

Ahem. Yes. The prompt. I only did Amias and Edge for this one, since Jackpot, DD, and Gambit aren't really in on the gambling side of things and it probably wouldn't change much.

Yandere!OCs x GN Reader

The casino has plenty of nice reviews. It's clean, and the drinks are good. As far as you're concerned, it's just like any other bar you've ever been to. When your friend dragged you along to play a game, you didn't think twice.

Um... but you've only ever played Go-Fish before...

Amias

Upon first meeting you, Amias is really, REALLY frustrated. Somehow, he's losing money to you. It barely puts a dent in his funds, but wow. You ask what a Royal Flush is EVERY time, and every time you end up having one. There's no way it's Edge cheating, because even when he does, Amias ALWAYS wins.

You have the most insane, frustrating, INFURIATING beginners luck he has ever seen. It's driving him literally crazy. He's in his room tearing up playing cards and hanging up pictures of you and trying to figure out what you're trying to achieve. He wants to shake you so hard your brain falls out and you die. He's chewing his nails off and tearing his hair out.

WHAT IS YOUR SECRET?

Sometime after all that. when he's gathering pictures of you, he realizes that... Well, there's absolutely no reason he needs those. Why would he need those? He should get rid of them.

But the second he reaches for one of them to tear off his wall, he has a full-on panic attack and ends up sobbing on the floor.

He almost hurt you! Granted, it was just a picture of you, but it's YOU! You, who he has spent months watching and taking care of and--

Shit. Damnit. God, fuck. He's in love with you.

Edge

Edge has never, in his entire career, had to explain to someone what "all in" means THIS many times.

IT MEANS YOU PUT ALL OF YOUR CHIPS IN.

Ahem, but he calmly reexplains with a smile. He deals your cards, and...

You won. Again.

You look gleeful, and later when he's laying alone in his dark bedroom, he can't get that look of joy out of his head. Not that he'd ever admit that.

He decides he's going to teach you the terms and the rules and everything you need to know.

And so the private tutoring begins. It's frustrating, but he manages to teach you all the things you need to know... While simultaneously memorizing all your quirks and habits. He knows you like the back of his hand now, and he wants more. He wants to take that information and use it to absolutely shatter you.

It's like a game. Should be fun, no?

BONUS!!!!

Double Down

DD could not care less how much you know about gambling. He's going to bite you. You will have rabies. And die.

[biblicallyaccuratedipperpines]

READ THIS BEFORE GOING TO MY BLOG OR ASKING ME ANYTHING!!!

~Intro post (updated, 1.5)~

Hello, welcome to my blog. I am libb!

I will do roleplay, but for now, my TAWoG stuff is unavailable/old rn, my TAWoG posts are my oldest ones.

For now I am posting gravity falls crap, and I like making au's.

Names/nicknames: libb/libby (still there), Alex, Landon, kat, mason or dipper.

RULES:

-please DO NOT follow or like my posts if your one of those weird adults who get a Tumblr account to show nude pics or to get an online bf/gf. IT'S SERIOUSLY GROSS AND IT MAKES ME QUESTION MY EXISTENCE. (Just don't interact period if your an adult that post's anything sexual)

-do not DM me if you are not a mutual. It's very uncomfortable for me. Plz, just... Don't... Ew.

-i'm fine with adults n stuff interacting, just, don't be weird, k? (Ps, it's good to have at least one adult mutual so they can help you with certain things and possibly keep you safe)

-no proshippers! Only selfcest is the acception but that doesn't make me a proshipper

About me!

- i hyperfixate on characters I may barely know

- my leg is broken /j /silly

- possibly part of Adrien's ( @river-billcipherfan ) satanist cult or smth

- I like joking about killing characters

- I like gore and like drawing it

- I simp over the most random characters

- I'm multifandom

- I do mostly ocxcanon alot

- I have a younger 11 yr old brother who eats gluesticks

- I'm a minor

- I'm a young artist

- I CAN draw backgrounds

- I AM NOT always online

- I am known for beating up a 16 year old boy with an umbrella

- I have anger issues

- I like cats alot, that's why most of my OC's are

- my favorite color is red

- I'm a very unhinged person as you can see

- I like gravity falls (current hyperfixation! 🙃)

- I'm also known for wanting to kick an immortal child that has an orange parka jacket ACCROSS THE ROOM

- if you think something is wrong with me, there is something wrong with you /srs

- only sometimes I use tonetags

- I'm more than a beginner artist

- my fav instrument is the piano or xylophone (sadly I cannot read notes in my band class 😞)

- I am originally English and I come from America!

- I am trans, pansexual and aroace (I only crush on fictional characters)

- as you can see, my favorite character is a 12 year old boy, and also one who wears an orange parka jacket

- I get obsessive

- I have too many side blogs

- I'm almost in highschool, and my age is below 15

- this intro post is really long

- GTFO of my blog if you are against me

- I go by she/him/fur pronouns

- I'm a furry

- I have pupaphobia, therefore I am scared of puppets

- I code with scratch imagine program share

- normally used to suggestive

- I used to crush on a certain triangular man

- I like billford (it is canon and they are gay)

- also, ps, you are A NASTY VILE PERSON if you ship billdip GTFO out of my page, KYS

- also please do not screenshot any of my posts if it is not positive. it makes me uncomfortable :(

(your account will be reported if you do not follow my boundaries)

List of fandoms I like, I'm in or can talk about :P

(these ones are the top three, I know, I'm young and stupid...)

-happy tree friends/htf

-five nights at Freddy's/fnaf

-bendy and the ink machine/batim

-cuphead (the show & game)

-undertale (a few of the AU's as well)

-hazbin hotel/helluva boss/zoophobia

-cartoon cat/Trever Henderson stuff

-regular show

-over the garden wall

-star vs the forces of evil/svtfoe

-the amazing digital circus/TADC

-SPRUNKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

-amanda the adventurer

-south park (yet I only watched like 2 episodes...)

And a note: I WILL make gore and bloody things sometimes.

Last thing: when I filter things as violent it just means there's gore.

You are aloud to:

-make fan art of my OC's and au's

-make fun of my OC's and aus

-add my OC's to ur own au's.

-go ahead and make your own fanfictions of my fanfictions!!

I have a Wattpad account now, my username is libbworl but I go by addicted to gravity falls/killer dipper, go ahead and find me on Wattpad. I'm working on some stories.

Yes, I'm fine with certain proships. Does that make me a proshipper? No. Does that make me a bad person. No

BUT Y'ALL OC X CANON, UR ALWAYS WELCOME HERE, U GUYS R MY BESTIES 🥰👍

Also, my friends list. so plz visit their blogs.

@gravityfallsaddict124

@eliqwerty-1206

@thestrangelyalwaysconfused

@cartoon-cat7241

@felissaurusrex

@17ghostsinatrenchcoat

@starheart-blog

@river-nonbinary-billcipherfan

@arandombatimfan

@strawbrryshak2

@theindescribable1

@hopskip-andajump

@anonymous-kirby

@forestblunt (my adult mutual friend, who's very kind ^^)

Little brother's account @sammydasquirrel

I HAVE ADHD. I AM A MINOR.

Bday is apr 24, if you wanna celebrate it!

Other blogs

@dippermpinesgftnau GFTN dipper blog

@lilipinesmaccinson lili blog

@killerdippertheawsome killer dipper au blog

@adventuretimerulez where I reblog anything Adventure time

@ask-dipper-pines-and-lili old ass dipper and lili blog

@arianaa-lion-blog my sprunki OC

@dexterellinghamOwO my fr oc with no fandom 2 be in

@adultlili which is my adult version of lili trapped in the multiverse.

And @toef where y'all can ask me and rob stuff...

Also

My tags

Click on them on the tags of my posts

#my art: where I post my art

#gravity falls: where I post gravity falls shit

#sketch: where I post random shit I sketched not on electronic

#lilidipp: where I post cute little fluff of them XD

#my animation: where I post my animations

#meme: where I post memes I did

#reblog: where I reblog

#fanart: where I post/reblog fanart of my aus/OC's

#request: where I reblog requests I asked of.

#text: where I post just text.

And

DNI:

-people who hate on other people because of no good reason.

-people who dislike OC X CANON.

-furry disrespecters (bc I'm a furry!!!)

-homophobes/LGBTQ+ haters because it's just mean and disrespectful!

-people who are sensitive to gore or anything like that (it's not mean, I just don't want people to be scared of my gore art)

-also more sensitive people to certain stuff, rarely I will post suggestive content.

People who ARE welcome.

-LGBTQ+

-(like I said) oc x canon shipper's!!!

-and a bunch other's! :D

!!!!!I do free commissions!!!!!

Info 👇

1st, I rarely do commissions in the same day you request, I draw them when I'm offline and after that, I will deliver possibly the next day.

Things I WILL do

Gore, blood, etc

Cartoon/video game/movie characters (as long as it's from a fandom I know)

OC's!

Animals, humans, furries, I can do that!

LGBTQ+

Ships!

Things I WON'T do

NSFW/p0rn (that's just a no)

Anything that has to do with LGBTQ+phobia

Any darkships like bad age gap ships (p3d0)

NSFW OC's, Because again, I don't-

And it's all for free! :3

Favorite/comfort characters :3

-tunner and owakcx (sprunki)

-dipper, ford, bill, and bipper possibly stan (gravity falls)

-papyrus, sans, and undyne (Undertale)

-wooly (Amanda the adventurer)

-ehem, um... William afton (FNaF)

-gregory (OTGW) yeah, he's just an adorable lovable kid, ok?

-caine and jax (TADC)

-finn, fern, and BMo (adventure time)

-rob and Darwin (TAWoG) I do not simp for two cyclops guys, ur lying.

-marco (SVTFOE)

-mugman and chalice (Cuphead) I ship them 🥹

-bendy, boris, Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

A few special links I have

An animation! :3

Welp, that's all I've got...

Bye

Also here's my oc lili for kicks...

Please do not reblog this post, thanks! :)

[ameliatheperson]

Nicknames

@wolfstarmicrofic

April 1st, prompt: Summer Camp AU- 671 words

As Remus walked past the gate and to the hubbub of activity that was the summer camp his parents had sent him to, he pushed a smile onto his face and worries out of his mind. Through the din, he made out one particularly loud voice, belonging to a boy around his age with jet-black hair down to his shoulders and a mischievous grin.. He was calling out to people- friends, Remus assumed- but Remus was only confused about the sheer amount of nicknames he was using, unless there were people actually named “Prongs”, “Wormtail” or “Flower”. Remus barely noticed that he had stopped walking until the boy seemed to notice him pondering.

“Hey, you new?” The boy asked, after he had walked over to greet Remus. He was a good bit shorter than Remus, with almost shocking grey eyes. “My name’s Sirius, but my friends call me Padfoot. I’m gonna need a nickname for you, if we’re friends.” At that, he flashed a grin.

Remus nodded and smiled. “I’m Remus. Do you need to have a nickname for everyone you meet?”

“Mhm!” The shorter boy, Padfoot, nodded. At Remus’ questioning look, he said “My family is annoyingly proper, so this is the one time of the year I actually get to have fun.” That sounds reasonable, Remus thought.

“Since you’re new, do you need a tour guide? I know the ins and outs of this camp, I’ve been going since I was eleven!” Sirius explained.

“How could I ever pass this up then?” Remus joked, and they were off.

- -

Remus tossed and turned in the bunk that would be his for the rest of the summer. It must have been at least half past eleven, maybe even nearing midnight, and Remus hadn’t had a wink of sleep. You’d think that after the day he’d had- the meeting people, the moving in, the activity introductions- that he'd be out like a light. But alas, here Remus was, feeling the energy coursing through him.

Once he was sure he wouldn’t be sleeping that night, Remus decided to at least get his restless energy out. He tiptoed down the ladder in his bunk and padded towards the door to the cabin, being careful not to wake any of his bunkmates.

Once he was safely outside, he started walking on the path, stretching his limbs. He didn’t even notice he wasn’t alone until a familiar voice sounded from his side, making him jump.

“Can’t sleep? Or do you just have a habit of mysterious night walks?” Remus turned sharply to see that head of long, dark hair and that playful smile. Sirius’ eyebrows raised seeing the taller boy’s shock. “Wow, you need to be more aware of your surroundings,” He joked, starting to walk down the trail. After a beat, Remus started and rushed to catch up.

“Uh, yeah” Remus answered his question, attempting to keep up through his awe. “I, uh, have trouble sleeping sometimes. It’s nothing,” Remus cleared his throat in an attempt to make his heartbeat slow back down. “And what about you?” He turned the question on Padfoot, trying to gain more knowledge about this boy.

Sirius only smiled. “No, I don’t. I was only curious as to what you were doing. You know there’s a buddy system for a reason, right? You never know what’s out in these woods.” With that, he grinned up at Remus.

Remus huffed. It can’t be that bad, right? “You think I’m afraid of some deer or squirrels?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I’ve heard there’s also wolves that come through!” Padfoot rebutted with an air of faux mystery.

“Remus rolled his eyes and quipped, “I don't reckon wolves could be too bad, I’ve got dogs at home.”

After a moment of thought, Padfoot’s eyes lit up with some sort of discovery. “I know what I’ll call you now!”

“Hm?”

Since you’re so buddy-buddy with wolves and go on mysterious night walks, you’ll be Moony.”

And, for the rest of the summer, he was.

(author talking time: Hey, thanks for reading this! I'm still a beginner writer, this is my second microfic so bear with me :] thanks to @skye-draws-stuff for proofreading this for me and helping finish it up! if anyone has any critiques it would be much appreciated, and have a great day/night!)

[oreniaa]

About me!

Hi, so I'll be putting things about me (fandoms, fun facts) here. It will probably get updated sporadically, but anyways if you have any specific recommendations for books or shows, etc then don't hesitate to ask me :)

Also!!! I take fic requests :) I’m in a bit of a writing block, so just request a fic from any fandoms below OR any you like which I may potentially be involved in!

Fandoms:

TV Shows (not obscure)

Hannibal - I am pretty familiar with the show, I'd say I'm not an expert but I'm no beginner either

Sherlock BBC - OMG I LOVE THE FANDOM, I have so much head canons but I can never get to writing :(

House MD - i love myself some malpractice MD :D

Merlin - used to be more obsessed, but I still love it, especially soulmate AUs

Psych - YES THE BEST, I've recently started watching this but I really love it

Stranger Things - I have watched all seasons & ofc, I AM A BYLER WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT NO IM NOT DELUSIONAL

Star Trek - mostly TOS & AOS, and I REALLY dig Tarsus IV, Academy pics and Spirk childhood friends w/ Tarsus

Books & such (not obscure)

The Inheritance Cycle - read all the books and halfway thru Murthag & i am really sad that there's not more fan work about this series :(

Fractalverse - YES I DIG IT SO MUCH ITS AMAZING, Kira is so badass, I love her, and there's barely any fan work on this, so... give it a try?

Grishaverse - decently into this, I have a lot of head canons but not much time to write anything bc I procrastinate too much

Obscure stuff

Lupin (the Netflix series) - I NEED MORE MORE MORE, in my head Assane, Benjamin and Guedira are in a throuple because why not

B13 (District 13) - I watched it once and... what if Damien was a trans guy? I see it.

LitRPGs

note: I have too many good litrpg series that I am reading. I have read most of the mainstream litrpgs, so you can hit me up whenever about that

Dungeon Crawler Carl - **IF YOU HAVEN’T CHECKED IT OUT THEN DO IT** in the process of writing an angsty whump!Carl fic hehehe

HWFWM - I adoreeeeee! There’s just so much humor, angst and of course an MC with dark powers :D

(on a tangent here about HWFWM, i image this clive/jason oneshot 5+1 which is basically 5 times people didn’t know who clive’s wife was + 1 time they did)

Reborn as a demonic tree - YES.

Tree of Aeons - yeyy.

Cradle - obv yes

Primal Hunter - love it! (however, I do hope that Jake doesn’t end up with a harem bc it’s not rly my cup of tea) ++ I unironically ship Jake with the Fallen King. In my lil AU, the fallen king’s nickname is Green :D

Other writing:

I write poetry mostly but I do some original stories, and occasionally I will try out playwriting or some other media

my writing is usually depressing and dark, which is exactly why I feel I can write well - so don’t hesitate to hit me up on that! I’m welcome to any discussion :)

tell me if you want me to post my writing!!

Fun facts:

I can do the 3x3 Rubik's cube in 30s

my method to write is just to put depressing adjectives next to random nouns, tweak it a little... and there. p o e t r y

that's all :)

[mapplestrudel]

Mando'a for Beginners - Chapter 13: Geroya - Playtime

Summary: You face a Labyrinth of Trials. And Paz has a little too much fun with it.

Pairing: Paz Vizsla/Earthling!Reader

Wordcount: ~1.4K

This chapter on AO3: Here Previous chapter on tumbler: Here Translations: At the end.

A/N: YES, I'm still working on it - slowly but surely!

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ZIIOONG!

Something zips past you as soon as you enter, only centimeters away from your cheek and you feel the little breeze in its wake.

FUMP!

Something hits your chest.

You have barely time to look around. You don't see Paz but there's something else flying directly towards you.

FUOMP!

It hits your shoulder!

"Fuck! What-"

FOMP!

This time it's your stomach that's being hit and you bend over.

"Paz!" you shriek. "Stop it!"

ZIIIONG!

Another close miss.

You run and dive behind the next best thing and it is some sort of box. You knock on it. It's metal, seems stable enough for now.

"Paz!" you shout. "What the fuck?!"

You hear something crackle above the box and when you take a look you sure as hell get a

- FUMP! -

right in your face!

But what you also got, is a comlink which you put on with trembling hands.

"DUDE! CAN YOU NOT?!"

"I'll stop when you reach the other end of the room."

"What?!"

"You heard me. Now do something."

The box moves on its own will and you lose your cover.

FUMP!

The chest again.

"Having fun?" Paz' amused voice crackles through the com.

"Gar di'kut!"

He only chuckles at this.

There's a rope hanging down not too far away from you, leading up to some sort of haphazard metal platform pathway suspended from the ceiling that is higher than you'd expected. It would be difficult to hit you up there, but there's no way you could get up there. The last time you did climbing ropes was at school, and... well, you don't wanna think about it.

You lay flat on the ground, wishing you had cartoon character strength in your toes and fingers to just diddle-liddle-liddle away. Or one of these convenient buttons that summon anvils falling from the sky.

But as you bemoan, not for the first time in your life, your non-cartoonishness, you look around. The room is much bigger than it looked from the outside. And there's stuff all over the place.

FUMP!

You groan as another thing hits you on your back. While it does sting a little, it's nothing you can't handle. But, knowing yourself and how quickly you bruise, you are very sure, that by the end of the day you'll look like a blueberry muffin.

Great, and now Frank Zappa starts playing in your mind. Thanks, brain.

You get up to run and take cover behind a shelf. Peeking through the gaps you see a tennisball sized ball hitting the place where you just were. It bounces off a bunch of times and stays put where it eventually comes to rest. So far, so physics basics.

Until it zips back from whence it came.

So much for waiting until he runs out of ammo.

What you also see through the gap is a labyrinth of boxes and plattforms, vertical and horizontal poles and railings. It reminds you a bit of a Mass Effect setup actually. Commander Shepard would get through this in a breeze. Had you taken up parkours in your youth this would be a fun quick exercise, but alas you did not and now you'd have to snail your way through this (like through everything in your life).

You sit down, back against the shelf, clueless as to how to proceed.

What kinda game is this anyway? What are the rules?

You look around and up - and see something peeking over the edge of the suspended metal pathway. Maybe if you threw something up to hit it, it would eventually topple over and fall down?

The shelf is so kind as to provide a soft rubberball, about volleyball-sized.

You need a few tries but eventually the thing comes down and it's exactly what you needed - a plasto board thick enough so you could turn into a makeshift shield.

The shelf holds even more goodies in store and you start to get a picture of what this is all about.

You find a bag and stock up on anything useful you find lying around, your vast experience as rpg adventurer helping tremendously (for once).

You find some sort of duct tape, a bag of ballbearings, rope, a flashlight, and a square bandana which you fold up and bind around your head, Rambo style.

The Spirit of MacGyver is with you as use your pocket knife to cut a bunch of holes into the plasto board and rip off a few longer strips of tape and braid them into straps to fix onto the plasto plate so you can carry it on your back for protection (cowabunga!) or like an actual shield in front of you.

Somehow Fu is also here, your bestest friend, the broom, and while you doubt this is a coincidence you're still very happy to have it and prop it as your walking stick, Gandalf style.

Thusly equipped you feel somewhat prepared for the labyrinth. And a smile slips across your face as you feel like you're back on the playground as you were many years ago. Just without mud puddles. Presumably.

But then you hear a metallic hiss. In the air.

-- KSSSHHHH. KSHHH. --

Oh no.

You know that sound, and as you slowly look up, and a small metallic sphere looks down at you, your suspicion is confirmed.

"Oh f----!"

--ZAP!--

"OW! A ZAPPING BALL? REALLY?"

Paz chuckles through the comlink.

- "Better not stay too long in one place, vod'ika."

KSHH. KSSSHHHH.

--ZAP!--

Shit! Ouch! Damnit! Why??

You're no Jedi in need of lightsaber training! You're just a girl with... a broom.

Your grip on Fu's handle tightens, and with a sudden bolt of reckless courage, you swing your broom at the offending sphere and THWACK it with all your might.

"Net'urcye mhi, Zappy!"

There might be a snort being transmitted through the comm, but you can't be sure as you're too busy enjoying how Zappy crashes against the wall with an indignant boop and then stays where it is, on the ground.

So far, so good.

But then it whirrs a little and whirrs some more and - rises.

-- KSSHHH. KKSSHHH. --

Time to move out.

You grab your stuff from the shelf.

And step out of your cover.

Another ball comes in flying low - but it bumps off of your shield, and you can't help a proud smile on your face.

What follows is a maze run that gets you zapped, bumped, watered, and bruised, while jumping, crouching, sneaking, pushing, pulling, climbing, trying (and failing) to swing across some monkey bars. You don't even understand how this much fits into the room, but then maybe you're just running in circles right now with this labyrinthine arrangement changing after every corner.

It's kinda fun though, you have to admit, but also, you haven't had this much exertion in... well... let's be honest, it's been years, and you are already exhausted. And you have no clue how close you are to the finish line.

Huffing and puffing, you step around the last corner, looking like a sad clown with your broom, makeshift shield, and goodies bag.

Another ball bumps off of your plasto shield and you sport a proud smile as you find yourself facing the Final Boss, the big blue di'kut in his big blue tin suit.

"Not bad, vod'ika." He gives you an acknowledging nod. "You made it to the end. That's more than I expected, to be honest."

You snort a laugh.

"You know... Same. Wow. What trip. Can I go now?"

"Nope."

You stare at him.

"Nope?"

"Yeah."

"Well... what else?"

"You got to take that box over there and bring it to Matyas." He points to a box on a shelf behind him.

"That there box?"

He nods.

"Why?"

He gives you a headtilt.

"It's... just some stuff he needs for repairs."

"Huh. Well, sure," you shrug. "I'd like to have a shower first, but what gives.."

You start walking towards the box, but you don't get very far. Because Paz steps right in your way. Maybe he didn't notice. You take a few steps to the side to circumvent him, but once more he steps right into your way.

You look at him, confused.

Paz crosses his arms and gives you a headtilt. Ah. It's a challenge.

You take a deep breath...

.

.

.

... and blow a raspberry.

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Translations: geroya -- [geh-ROY-ah] -- game, playtime (literally nearly-hunt)

Gar di'kut! -- [gahr DEE-koot] -- You idiot!

vod'ika -- [voh-DEE-kah] -- little sibling, little comrade, little friend

Net'urcye mhi, Zappy! -- See you never, Zappy! It's a pun involving ret'urcye mhi -- [rey-TOOR-shey-mee] -- Goodbye (lit. Maybe we'll meet again) and ne -- negative prefix

The Frank Zappa Song: Muffin Man

[hikarry]

Do you have any writing tips? I'm a beginner writer and I'm kinda struggling

Not sure I'm the best person to ask for writing tips - I legit haven't worked on my newest wip for, like, 2 weeks now, but I will share what helps me (and what comes to mind)

Try to write a little bit every day. Even if it's just a sentence. Even if you are going to hate it the next day and are going to delete it to write something new. Just write, don't lose the flow - I'm very bad at following this but it does work when I do it, believe me

Are you good with dialogues and you find yourself stuck? Just focus on the dialogues, as if it was an rpg or smt. Leave the descriptions for later, like filling a sandwhich. Stick to what you know and like best when you're stuck, so you don't get frustrated

Are you writing a boring scene that's still necessary and are more excited to write another scene? Write the scene you're excited about first. Don't be afraid to jump around from scene to scene and up and down the wip. Sometimes it even helps you develop your idea more and give you more clarity

Research everything, for as weird as it might sound. Not only is it fun as fuck and gives you a lot of free inspiration, but having accurate shit in your story is fucking fun. For the Time War AU I researched bars in London in 1941 and chose a real location and that gave me an inspiration boost like anything

You've done everything I've said, but you're still stuck? Go to google and search for writing prompts. Make a game out of it. Find a way to put those prompts into your story. It keeps your brain juices flowing and it can give you free plot. Plus, it's hella fun. At least for me it is, I love that type of shit

Did you have an idea while you were in the bus heading somewhere? Write it down. On paper. On your phone. Just fucking write it. Don't lose it. Don't think "I will remember later". You won't. Just fucking write it down, it can be gold

This isn't exactly a writing advice, but a post-posting advice: Doesn't matter how many comments or kudos or whatever you get. Kudos and comments are not a measurement for how good your fic is. I've found some fanfics that barely have any views and are pure unfound gold. Besides, many people are shy readers and don't like to comment - and that's their right. Just don't lose faith because your numbers are low or something. That doesn't mean anything at all, just keep going

Fuck word count. Honestly, I hate that shit. It puts way too much pressure on you and can get your very frustrated very fast. Just go with the flow. Write as much as you can or as much as feels right. Don't give yourself a limit/goal. Just do what feels good

Do an outline. Honestly, for me that's the most fun part of the process. Not only does it help you keeping the plot consistent, it's just fun to dump all your ideas into boxes in a timeline. And you can always delete, add or move shit around as much as you like, even if you've already started writing. It's an amazing foundation and makes writing easier, in my opinion. Or maybe it's just my lizard brain that likes to organize stuff talking

The most important: Don't write what you think other people want. Write what you like. Write for you. You're your own target audience. You're creating something that you wish existed and didn't, so you took the bull by the horns and did it yourself. For you. If other people like it, good for them. But this is for you. You're writing something you think should exist in the world. Write your vision and have fun with it.

Hope anything works for you

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

hi! I love your blog, do you have any tips for a baby witch!

Hi, and thank you! I won't lie to you, seeing this ask made me laugh (not AT you, but at myself) because I feel like I'm barely out of the crib in terms of "baby witch." I know that's not quite true, I've been around witchcraft my whole life and been actively practicing for about four years, but it still was a shock lol.

I hope you don't mind that this is a huge post, I'm prone to overexplaining! I figured this sort of post was better "too long" than "too short."

I do have lots of things I wish I knew when I first started. I have more stuff I'm working on that might be helpful as well, when I post them.

There is no right way to be a witch. No, seriously. There isn't. People say this, and then you see everyone doing things a certain way, and then the first message gets completely trampled over; but it's true. Some people say you have to learn and master the basics before contacting deities/entities for safety reasons, some people don't really think it matters. Some people are very formal, some aren't. All up to you! Do your own research and figure out what fits your path.

You don't need to do deity work. It's valid to be interested, but if you aren't, don't force it. You also don't need all the tools of the craft and the shiny little trinkets. They're fun, but not needed. All you need to be a witch is yourself. These are similar to the first one, but these specifically I feel need to be said separately.

Don't go all to one source. This was my mistake as a beginner. I used a single discord server because I found research overwhelming, and their list of resources was curated to their specific views on what a beginner could and couldn't do. This led to me feeling like I was doing things wrong.

Pay attention to appropriation. A lot of very common things are appropriated (see; white sage, chakras) and it's generally just a good idea to look into what not to do for the sake of being respectful. This doesn't have to be hours of research- just a quick check before you implement something new that it's not appropriative.

Above all else, do what calls to you. There's so much information, and it's so overwhelming. Go at your own pace, and pick things you feel drawn to! It's not going to be fun if you're not doing what you're interested in.

Join witchy spaces. This has been the biggest help to me. Books, articles, etc. are all helpful... but my biggest help has been other witches sharing anecdotal experience and what witchcraft looks like and feels like written in non-academic language. It could just be the auDHD showing, but I learn better listening to someone infodump than reading a book. Plus, books don't tell you the dumb funny stuff that happens as a witch, in my opinion.

Last but VERY not least; if you are using tools and such, practice safety. Look into what crystals are water/salt/sun safe and such, candle/fire safety, pet safety if you have any, etc. etc. (I have a section on this in my google doc project already, but I'm no expert AT ALL.)

[learningfromlosing]

Omg??? So I have been terrified to work out because I just know that it's going to fucking hurt so bad because of my chronic pain but because of the pain I don't move around a lot and that makes it worse!!! And I've been on yt shorts and I just came across this guy who's doing like, beginner stuff for working out and when I saw it my ADHD ass was like oh my god that looks like something I'd do anyway when I have an energy burst?? And I tried it because it looked so low maintenance and I was SO SUS like NO WORKOUTS work for me I have always hated it and it hurts so bad and I want to be strong so bad like I was as a kid but I just lost it because of this pain. But this .. looks different like maybe I could do it it looks fun? And not hard? So I tried it and ???? It was fun? It was easy??? And i could ACTUALLY FEEL IT WORKING MY BODY and finally RELIEVING SOME OF THAT SHOULDER/NECK/AND BACK PAIN I CAN NEVER GET RID OF!!! it literally only took like 2/3 minutes because like hell fucking no I'm not going to be working out 10 FUCKING MINUTES no I can barely take my laundry to my bedroom. So I only did a few sets but it was so helpful I was flabbergasted . And I kept looking though his stuff...... Dude these are the easiest workouts I've ever done! I was like so ready to give up on the idea and try something else like yoga but it's like a mix of all of it! And it's SOOOO easy for me especially when I can barely hold my shoulders back on a good day and my posture needs a brace and it RELIEVES SO MUCH TENSION! I was maybe working out for like 15? Minutes? And that's like with lots of break baby I need to sit down for a second watch you do it and become comfortable with it. But still with all that in-between time and actually doing the workouts I was really getting my heart rate up and I could feel my muscles loosening up and I could feel the relief in my shoulders and neck and it was like I had a religious experience. I have never wanted to continue a work out I have never wanted to follow anyone on yt or anything that's doing that but this one is genuinely helping me and I'm ... Actually a little excited to try and do it everyday? To try and help me move around? And relieve so much of the pain I have and can't relieve without my medication right now.. And maybe even lose weight if I'm so brave? Become the strong person I was and have wanted to be? This is kind of super new for me like I'm 25 and I have really thought nothing was gonna get better for this because of my situation and it was just gonna get worse but.. this is so helpful.. I have fallen so far because of my illnesses and I have really not seen much hope for getting onto something that seems attainable and like could actually have a positive impact on my life. Something truly beginner that doesn't make me feel like I can't even do a beginner workout and give up. This is helping me so much and I'm honestly thankful for it. I actually.. think I want to try and do this more?

[keefwho]

May 30 - 2024 Thursday

10:36pm

5/10

Last night I recorded a good morning voice message for DS because I felt like it. Doing small little things like that is important for me because usually I'd refrain in case its too silly or something. My prompt yesterday was "let your voice be heard" and I did, literally. Its a very small thing but the intent behind it is large.

This morning I took the dogs out and showered. I made a frozen breakfast sandwich for lunch but I cut up my own onions for it and applied some hot sauce. Usually I'd eat something with it to help it agree with my tummy but I figured I could without because I wanted to eat small meals today since I've been up a couple pounds. My body handled it okay it seems. I had watched a sorta beginner art course video that explained using large areas and then using ovals to define planes easily which is exactly what i've been doing on my own.

To warm up today, I filled in all the little space left on my sketch sheet with rough gestures. Then I finished a YCH edit, did a YCH for 57, and readied a couple commissions for next month.

After work I spent time before lunch contacting people, doing some chores, and tending to my patreon. It was a very productive hour. For lunch I made soup and a grilled cheese. I gave myself ample time to chill and take a break since I actually felt like I earned it. Unfortunately I didn't know what I wanted to chill with so I watched an unsatisfying stream. The guy I like watching lately has starting playing CS:GO and similar games which actually melt my brain to watch. It's soooooo boring.

I finished this Celestia AI redraw I was working on this afternoon and worked on this Zelda drawing I had on the backburner. I asked TK if she wanted to call but she wasn't up for it today so I joined BR's server vc even though it was empty. I really needed to socialize because so few people have been around lately in general. BT joined but he's kinda weird and info dumps about stuff. Also nearly pulled me into the drama he's in surrounding other server members that I know nothing about. I also worked on my pony avatar for an hour.

After work I left the VC to play Cities Skylines. I got a couple new mods that might be crashing the game so I think I'll remove them. Admittedly I barely planned on using them. I asked DS if she wanted to chill and we did. I played Cities for a bit until it crashed, trying to relax and just have fun instead of making it feel like a chore or exercise. I realize I should be opening google earth and looking up locations for inspiration. It usually makes it very fun but feels like "cheating" as stupid as that sounds. Its the kind of mindset I want to let go of for any game I play. Its just a GAME I am PLAYing. Anyways she put on the 4 current episodes of season 2 of Smiling Friends which was a blast. Then we watched highlights of Oneyplays roasting the Nostalgia Critic and I suggested we watch a video of his so I have better context of who he actually is. I've always heard about him but never watched him. Then we did our puzzles before she headed off to bed since she has to wake up extra early tomorrow. I looked back on our evening feeling bad that I was so mellow and uninteresting. Its because I don't have anything on my mind to talk about lately with anyone really. Like I haven't taken in any new information to use. Its also possible I'm not treating myself with enough respect to speak my mind. Maybe I'm just thinking about things I don't think are worth sharing. Or maybe it's okay to have nothing on my mind really so I can just enjoy whatever is happening.

I tried playing some Roblox but my internet was cutting out like 1 out of every 3 minutes. I joined BR's server where they were watching the old ninja turtles movie which they still are as I write this.

My parents got home today so I don't have to tend to the dogs anymore. I did very good work today which I'm proud of, I have no regrets about my work ethic today. I just hope I can get out of this social rut, I don't feel like Im building relationships at all.

[hastings727]

I'm Starting to Figure out Living Better.

It took 31 years to figure out "oh yeah just go back to school and learn stuff". I guess I hated school as a kid so much (not to mention the buckets of childhood traumas, thanks mom and stepdad) that I couldn't even see potential for anything in my life.

I'm in school right now, a local community college, for a videography course. Multiple courses to get a certificate, which is not a degree but its something. I have a friend who works for a production company and I'm fairly certain I could get a job with them, whatever it might be.

So I'm taking the courses, and they're fun. They are the literal first in-person courses I've taken since 2011, when I was barely 20. And those were literally just the pre-req classes for english and math, all for me to take a programming course after, and give up 3 weeks in. Ugh.

But what makes me so happy is that not only are the projects interesting, I actually accomplish them. Not only do i accomplish them, I'm getting multiple ideas for videos, doing all the extra work like doing a storyboard (which was so hard at first until my teacher was like "you dont have to be good at drawing"). We have our final project right now and I'm shooting it today, but i also have a different idea for it that I wanna do just because.

This sort of enthusiasm hasn't been present for me like, ever. The only time I enjoy stuff, its entertainment. I put myself down way too hard whenever I tried to create stuff before. Drawing, gave up Web design, gave up Blender, gave up.

And more "boring" jobs just felt like a chore to learn, like I took a class for medical coding but it all felt like being back at high school again. Worksheets on worksheets, all online so I had no one to help or push me along. I think being in a classroom and having creative assignments being given by actual teachers, in person (And have been so nice and helpful), has helped me so much.

My teachers have been so good, not only in instructing but in making me feel like I can accomplish this stuff. They never make me feel dumb for not understanding something. When I finished the first major project, I remember feeling so bad about it, and I told my teacher "I think this is bad, I did a bad job, i dont want ppl to see it" and he said "I understand how you feel, but you have to understand that you're a beginner, and so is everyone else. You can't expect to be good right out the gate. We all critique each-others work together, and its not to put eachother down, its to give valid criticism so that we can get better."

And that one little speech he told me broke a lifetimes worth of negative attitude. I was so changed, I told him I'd like to be first or 2nd to present my video, because I wanted to know what I did wrong. And after the video was over, all my classmates told me "I don't know why you were worried, that was great!" They all still gave me their criticism, and so did my teacher. And we did that for everyone. It was such a respectful and kind atmosphere.

Someones gonna read this and go "Revima, that is literally a normal educational space." To which I'd say "I'm sure you're correct but I have *issues*."

[nyadversary]

well hey we made it to a cool number on duolingo so i guess it's time for a progress update?

duolingo had a pretty big overhaul a couple months back and the lesson plan is laid out differently now from how it was when i started. that's made it a little confusing to keep track of my progress through their lesson map tbh, but using their new system i'm currently just finishing up unit 32 (out of 90 total). most of the vocab it's giving me right now is stuff related to work/careers/education. previous unit had a lot of lessons focusing on science experiments and traffic accidents, which was fun.

i'm still pretty shit at kanji but i have been making progress, it's just slow going. duolingo is lousy at teaching kanji and i would recommend using like literally anything else for that. half the time it gives you the wrong reading, e.g. i'll be trying to write 一人 (hitori) and when i click on the characters duolingo reads them individually so it's like "ichi! hito!" lol. duolingo barely even touches on the difference between kunyomi and onyomi readings and in general gives you very minimal explanation for this stuff so again, i recommend using literally anything else for learning kanji. i still think kanji garden is pretty good but unfortunately you do have to pay for the full version and i don't have extra cash to drop on that right now.

as for hiragana/katakana. tbh i haven't really had trouble with hiragana for a while now and i probably mentioned that in a previous update. katakana's still a little shaky but improving. i really need to actually practice writing, as opposed to typing, more, but as far as reading goes that's getting way more comfortable.

listening comprehension is improving pretty steadily i think. not much to report on that front but it is cool whenever i recognize a phrase i recently learned in media i'm already familiar with (music/games/anime/etc.). the lessons now are getting into more complex sentence structure stuff but i feel like i've mostly been following along okay, compared to how it was trying to power through some of the earlier lessons. so i guess that's reassuring?

anyway. honestly this has been neat and has given me more confidence in my ability to learn new languages — i would still definitely consider my japanese to be beginner level but i've made more progress in the past 333 days than i would have expected to. this has additionally been much more fun than i was expecting and i'm definitely going to keep at it. hot take i think languages are cool

[tincansamurai]

like i still made things before. but looking back i feel like so much of it was like... subsistence art. like i needed to make it, i didn't want to make it. whether that was literal need like commissions, or the deep need in my soul that says i'll die if i don't make something, anything. drill a bunch of sticks together, whatever. but i wasn't doing stuff that felt fulfilling and purposeful, yknow. it just had to be made. and when i did something fun, the fun was braced by how out of practice i was from only doing the bare minimum amount of art to keep myself alive. i think i tried so many different mediums and art forms because it would mitigate that - i wasn't woefully out of practice and unable to make stuff to my own standards, i was just a beginner

so sure it feels a liiiiiittle stupid to feel this fulfilled and purposeful essentially only making art where the subject is two dudes i made up in 2009, but i haven't made art this consistently since i graduated first college in 2014. the last spurt of regular output was 2016. but this past year i've worked on at least 2-3 pieces a month, which is wild even if a bunch of that is sketchy or not super finished. so it doesn't really matter what i'm making right now, what the subject is, how wonky or shit some of it is, i'm legitimately retraining all my art making muscles after years of atrophy. if i never make something else that's also fine. because i'm having so much fuuuuuunnnn :D

i feel like i finally remembered how to make art tbh. first year of getting back into it was all warm up. now i just need to keep doing it forever. i WANT to keep doing it forever!!

[machifuwa]

We Who Don't Learn | Episode 1

First Year of ES Establishment. Late February, Reimei Academy Classroom

Hiyori: Yoo-hoo! So you're the new student I've heard so much about.

Jun: ......

ーNo, um, I'm not...

Hiyori: Yes, over and out! Unfortunately, the broadcast of "Bankara Academy" has come to an end today!

I always thought you were an uninteresting kid, but I never thought it would go this far! I'm disappointed in you, Jun-kun!

Jun: Why do I have to be so vilified for just telling the truth...?

Tatsumi: Now, now, you both need to calm down. You should first pray to God to calm your minds, and then listen to what both sides have to say.

Hiyori: I feel like I've taken some unnecessary steps, but Tatsumi-kun's right! You'd better reflect on that, Jun-kun!

Jun: Yes, yes, it's always my fault. I'm sorry about that...

Hiyori: Jun-kun! Don't act like "a dog barked at me on the way to school this morning"! You should take me seriously!

Jun: To be frank, it's a hassle. It's a bit of a mess, but is it going to be alright like this...?

Tatsumi: I don't think it's okay. I've never been on a reality show before actually.

Come to think of it, we still don't know what's right and what's wrong here.

Jun: As expected of you, Tatsumi-senpai! It's your first experience, yet you're so calm~☆

Hiyori: Tatsumi-kun! Don't get too carried away!

Tatsumi: Yes♪ Of course, as a newcomer to the ES, I have my fair share of problems.

That's why I want to be trained by senior idols like yourselves. ーI was called in before I knew what I was doing, but to be honest, what can I do?

Jun: What the!? Tatsumi-senpai used youth language! That's rare! I should have recorded it!

Hiyori: I don't want my Jun-kun to be a mere fan in front of Tatsumi-kun!

Tatsumi: I'm embarrassed. I don't feel bad that you like me, but in case you're wondering, we're still filming, so I'd better refrain from any outlandish behavior.

Jun: Yes! I will do as Tatsumi-senpai says!

Hiyori: Just like a dog wagging his tail... You're such a disloyal person. Well, whatever.

Let me explain for the sake of the beginner, Tatsumi-kun.

This "Kara Academy" is an internet programme that films us enjoying our high school life in real time and broadcasts it.

Tatsumi: It's an internet programme? It seems unusual that it's not even on TV.

From what I've heard, this "Bankara Academy" is controlled by CosPro as part of the 'COMP'.

I had the impression that CosPro preferred TV programmes that were broadcast on the high street and on terrestrial TV, rather than internet programmes, which have a limited audience.

Jun: It's niche content, isn't it...? It has a surprisingly long history, but I heard that it was discontinued due to a slump in popularity.

Even if we are able to leverage the situation by appearing on TV, we take on a certain risk if we fail...

It's like, a low-budget network show just for seeing how far it'll go, huh?

Tatsumi: I see. Is it really okay to talk about this kind of stuff though? This is being broadcast live, no?

Hiyori: It's like a live broadcast. If we really broadcast everything, it would be dozens of hours, so it will be edited to some extent.

It is more important to act naturally and spontaneously. The viewers want to see us in a way that we don't normally show anyway.

Tatsumi: Is that how it is? Well, then, let's make an effort.

But I'm in a delicate position, too, as I belong to StaPro, not CosPro...

Also, is it really okay for Hiyori-san to participate in the project as a high school student, even though he has already graduated?

Isn't that fraudulent, or strictly speaking, different from 'bare bones'?

Hiyori: It's okay, it's okay, it's just called "high school style", so it doesn't matter if you're not a real high school student.

Tatsumi: There's a lot of "wind"...

Jun: Well, it's a stinky show... basically.

Hiyori: However, this is an official job in a way, so we'll just have to make the best of it. At best, let's show everyone what fun youth is all about, all together♪

Jun: Haha. Are you a high school student having a fun adolescence? ...That's harder than playing an alien living on a distant planet.

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[everlasting-stories]

To Feel Again [M]

Genre: light angst, romance

Warnings[!]: smut, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of adult toys

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

Words: 4.4k / One-shot

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Valentine's Day: the day of roses and hearts and chocolates and romantic candlelit dinners. When people proposed marriage and professed undying love.

You sighed, staring unseeing into your bowl of cornflakes as they succumbed to their milky grave and turned to soggy goop. Funny how a date on a calendar could open the pit of despair that lived somewhere near your stomach. It had to be near your stomach. You've been reasonably hungry until you've noticed the date and the pit opened. Your hunger had fallen into it, and the memories and pain rose out of it.

There was a time when this day had been wonderful. Life had been wonderful, you didn't need Valentine's Day, but you celebrated it with reverence and, sometimes, wild abandon.

You knew what love was, what it felt like to love a man and how it felt to lose him. You remembered what he'd said that last morning, how he'd kissed you; how the sun had lit his face as he smiled, promising he'd be back. You also remembered the police, how the sun seemed to dim as they told you the phrases out of courtesy. They were sorry for your loss. They will let you know of details as soon as the investigation on the accident comes to an end.

Since that time, Valentine's Day had passed unheralded, unheeded and uncelebrated. You knew you were a joke of the office - entering thirties soon and never been fucked, that's what they said. The borning woman who had no idea what fun was, wouldn't have known what to do with a man if by some miracle you did catch the attention of one. They were wrong, of course. Not that it was any of their business; it certainly didn't affect your ability to do your job.

If you chose to act and dress your age and spend your evenings quietly, rather than as mutton dressed as lamb in some gaudy nightclub, surely that was your right?

You sighed again, getting up from the table, taking your cereal bowl and dumping the gloop down the sink. A bleak day of petty jibes and pitying looks lay ahead. At least you knew what to expect this year.

Last year had been your first Valentine's Day with this particular company and, therefore, your first with this particular bunch of malicious people - your fellow employees. As front counter receptionist, you were the company's first "public face" and some of your co-workers had decided it didn't look good if that face wasn't surrounded by gifts from admirers on this day.

When the first bunch of anonymous flowers had arrived, you've been flustered, flattered and flabbergasted that anyone would send you flowers. You had hurriedly cleared a space on the counter for them, proudly displaying them, fussing with them to show them off at their best and make them visible from the greatest distance. You kept touching them, moving them slightly, reaffirming they were really there. Your heart sang; someone had noticed you. Maybe he was too shy to reveal himself; maybe he was married and couldn't: your mind was alive with questions, trying to solve the mystery of their origin. You were all in all happy.

Then a large box of chocolates arrived, closely followed by more flowers. By lunchtime, these had been joined by a little plush cherub, two red plush love hearts, a pair of earrings, three more bunches of flowers, four assorted boxes of chocolates and a large jar of candy hearts. They all carried the same anonymous message. And you knew then and there what is the catch behind this.

By the end of the day there were nine flower arrangements, ten boxes of chocolates, three cherubs, the two red love hearts, three teddy bears, two jars of candy, the earrings and a gift box containing four pairs of edible undies. Just before the close of business the final humiliation came - a fantastically wrapped see through box containing an inflatable male doll with vibrating tongue, a massive purple vibrating dildo and a copy of the Sex for The Beginners book.

You had to stay at your post until the last visitor or client left. But the rest of the staff was already heading out of the building. Some boggled at your desk, some snickered, a couple made loud crass comments and a very few had appeared horrified at the pile of stuff surrounding yourself. The building had almost emptied before that last visitor departed. You were sure that, too, was a set-up, particularly when you saw it was the client that had been visiting quite frequently lately.

Myungsoo ushered the man to the street and turned back to you as you gathered your coat and handbag, ready to escape.

"Gee, you're a popular girl. Who would have thought?" He reached your counter and began collecting up the flowers, grinning madly. "Let me help you with all that."

Before you could say a word, he bundled all the flowers, chocolates and assorted other items into your arms. You could barely see where you were going. Myungsoo put his arm around your back and shepherded you out the door, peeking at the vibrator in its transparent box. "There you go, sweetheart. Looks like you're definitely gonna get some action tonight." He turned smartly away, laughing as he rapidly put distance between the two of you.

You obviously had thrown the whole lot in the nearest dumpster and hurried to the relative sanctuary of your car before breaking down and sobbing, burying your head in your hands to hide from prying eyes of curious passer-bys.

Standing at your kitchen sink, you wondered what they'd pull this year. It couldn't be worse, could it? You sighed again and then abruptly shook your head, standing straighter. To hell with it - you were not going to let them get to you today.

It had already begun when you arrived. A bouquet of irises sat at the front of the counter. You were tempted to throw them straight in the garbage, but decided they were too pretty, too unusual. So they stayed. Curiosity got the better of you as you looked at the card, expecting it to say something sappy and insincere, as last year's cards had.

"You are worth far more than they will ever realise. Hear the flowers."

You pondered the card. Hear the flowers?

What on earth did that mean? You raised an eyebrow as you settled into your post: at least it seemed this year would be more intriguing than last. During quiet moments throughout the morning, you'd pick up the card, reread the cryptic message and study the beautiful bouquet, but its secret was never revealed.

No gifts arrived for you, no more flowers. You were relieved, but it only served to deepen the mystery of the flowers. As your lunch hour approached, other staff began filtering out of their offices to take a break. They all noticed the irises. Several of the women stopped and commented on their beauty. No one laughed.

As always, you left the building for lunch. You would usually grab a sandwich somewhere and do a bit of window shopping. Anything to get away for an hour - if you stayed in the office, someone always "needed" you for something.

When you returned, a neatly typed page was on your desk: "The meaning of flowers". One line was highlighted in blue: "Iris: Have Faith. Don't Give Up On Hope." A single purple violet was pinned to the page. You scanned the page to find "Violet (Purple): You occupy my thoughts". You put the page to one side, but still in view, unsure whether to laugh at it and throw it along with the flowers away before the punch line or wait it out. This was definitely a far more sophisticated assault than last year.

Throughout the afternoon a steady procession of couriers arrived, carrying flowers and gifts. You nervously watched each one approach your counter, only to breathe a sigh of relief as the teddy bears and hearts, the chocolates and flowers were all destined for other souls.

At 4:30PM a man approached your station: nothing unusual in that; everyone that came to see someone had to check in with you. What was unusual was that he actually saw you as a fellow human, not a robot programmed to take names and give directions. He smiled at you, a real smile that reached his eyes and warmed your heart. Something familiar in his eyes...

"Good afternoon. My name is Kim Doyoung. I have an appointment to speak to Choi Myungsoo. Would you mind letting him know I am here, please?"

Quickly, you dialled Myungsoo's extension, giving him the information. Myungsoo, as usual was brusque to the point of rude, telling you to "entertain the idiot 'till I'm ready for him - he's not supposed to be here for another 15 minutes".

You were tempted to tell the polite gentleman exactly what Myungsoo had said, but instead used your tact and diplomacy (that was why you were hired after all) to tell him that "Mr. Choi is a little delayed. He will be available in a few minutes."

With that being said, you offered him a seat.

Again he smiled. "Those are beautiful flowers," he said, nodding towards the iris bouquet. "A discerning choice for a lovely lady."

You lowered your eyes, feeling the heat rise in your face, knowing you were blushing.

His voice softened and became much quieter. "You don't remember me, do you?" Your eyes flew to his face, confused. Were you supposed to know this charming man?

"I had an appointment here at the same time, on this day last year. I was waiting outside for a taxi when you left. That was uncalled for, the whole situation that happened - mean and heartless and exactly what I would expect of Myungsoo and his friends. I deal with them only because I must. They offer a service unparalleled in this town."

He leaned across the counter, his voice so low only you could hear. "How they manage it, I cannot tell. They are pig swill and don't know a pearl when confronted with one." Doyoung paused, seeming to weigh up his next statement, then leaned closer to you. "Did you hear the flowers?"

Your eyes again flew to his face, your mouth falling open a little. "You sent them?"

"I did. And the violet. I had hoped to counter whatever crass display they had planned this year. Would you possibly consider spending the evening with me?" His face was eager, hopeful. "A nice dinner?"

You were stunned, flattered, amazed - but also wary. This was Myungsoo's client. He could easily have been put up to this. You studied his face closely, seeking any hint of a lurking cad. His face fell. "But, of course, you have other plans. I apologise for embarrassing you." He moved away and sat, abashed, on one of the hideous lounge chairs to await his appointment.

You studied this man. He didn't seem to fit the mould of Myungsoo's usual cohorts. For one thing he was unerringly polite. He was also good looking, very, very good looking, without being outstanding or flashy. He was also much closer to your age than Myungsoo's and had an air of quiet confidence, like he had nothing to prove to anyone and nothing to fear from them either. You looked at the flowers. Could Myungsoo have possibly thought of something this elegant? You didn't think so. You took a deep breath: to hell with it.

"Mr. Kim?" He looked up. "What time would you like to pick me up?"

In your bedroom, staring at the clothes hanging limply in your closet, the cool bravado that had claimed you as you agreed to the date vanished. In its place indecision, doubt and outright terror took hold. It seemed painfully obvious to you now, away from the office and that lovely man, that it was all another twisted joke, something for the office beautiful people to laugh at during tomorrow's coffee breaks. Why did you say yes? Your wardrobe was woefully inadequate. It was years since you'd been out with a man; you were bound to make a fool of yourself, even if it wasn't a set-up.

At that thought your heart jumped and lurched. The possibility that Mr. Kim - no, Doyoung; this was a date not a business appointment - was sincere in his wish to take you out only heightened your confusion and indecision.

Finally, in desperation and the realisation that if you didn't decide soon, you'd still be in your underwear when he arrived; you chose a chanel-knee length cremé skirt and baby pink cashmere sweater, topped off with knee length boots. The heels were quite high, but you remembered him being tall, so that wouldn't be an issue, as long as you didn't fall over in them.

You were saved from an overcritical examination in the mirror. You had just completed applying your makeup when Doyoung arrived. You grabbed your coat and quickly walked out the door, before you had time to rethink and back out.

"You look lovely," Doyoung said, smiling down at you. Feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks; you weren't used to receiving compliments, particularly from someone like him. You mumbled a shy thanks as he helped you put on your coat and led you to his car.

Sitting in the car as he drove, you were able to study the mysterious man that is Kim Doyoung. He was extremely handsome, not in the classical sense, but he certainly was far from a plain looking man - a man at peace with himself. He knew who he was and was content with that; he knew what he wanted and how to get it; and what was beyond his capabilities and lost no sleep over it. He obviously managed quite well; his car was expensive but not too flashy.

The restaurant he took you too was a quiet small place, away from the standard eat-and-entertain strip. It was intimate without claustrophobia; the decor was elegant without being overbearing; the lighting low but not dim; the service attentive without being intrusive. The food you could not describe - later, you barely remembered what you had eaten beyond it being "nice" - your attention was totally taken by Doyoung.

He was gallant and charming; helping you with your coat and holding your chair for you at the intimate table for two tucked away in a corner. Doyoung quietly suggested items on the menu he thought you might like. It was obvious he'd been here before, was a regular, but usually without company. His choice of wine was perfect to go with the excellent food as you enjoyed each other's company.

And you talked.

You learned a lot about him. Doyoung was 34, older than you had thought; he had been engaged, but his fiancé decided to break off the engagement for simply falling out of love. He had had a series of short term relationships that had petered out and, for the past several years, had lived a solitary life, rarely going out with women. He didn't work as such; his livelihood came from investments, which explained him being a client of the company you worked in. Myungsoo may be a jerk, but he was the one of the best investment brokers around.

He had been attracted to you the first time he met you, a year ago, but had been intimidated by the evidence of all your admirers. When he realised it was all a cruel joke played by his adviser and the other brokers, he was mortified. He had seriously considered changing brokers, going to another organisation but that would have meant he had no chance of meeting you again. So he stayed. He had been in your office on three occasions since then, and each time had seen your quiet, unflappable charm and how your talent and lovely nature were either ignored or taken for granted by those around you. He was determined to gain your attention, but without the office cricus freaks being able to use it against you, hence the mystery flower delivery this morning.

You found yourself opening up to Doyoung. He seemed sincerely interested in hearing what you had to say, hanging on your every word. It was a liberating and wonderfully powerful feeling. You weren't used to being the centre of anyone's attention. You told him of your pride at the independence since the loss of your lover, all those years ago. You were happy in your little home, content with your work, rarely coming to the attention of the office jokers.

It was over coffee that you admitted to Doyoung something you haven't admitted to yourself: your life was lonely and you missed the affection of another person. You missed the companionship of sharing your life with someone.

Immediately after the words had left your lips you regretted them. You have given away too much of yourself, been too forward. You lowered your eyes, not wanting to see the closed expression you knew would be on his face, so you didn't see the fleeting look of pain, quickly followed by understanding and hope.

However, you did feel his hand close over yours and squeeze lightly. You looked up into a face of gentle eyes and soft smile. "Would you like to take a walk with me," he said quietly. "I think it's time we leave - they want to close the restaurant anyway."

You looked around yourself noticing that you two were the only people other than staff left in the restaurant, and many of the lights were dimmed. You gasped in wonder - you had no idea you've been there so long. "Yes, a walk would be lovely."

Doyoung ushered you along the street and across a small, neat park to a promenade along the riverbank. It was enough lit to feel safe and you walked along arm in arm. You felt his arm snake around your waist hugging you closer to him, and you snuggled against him, your arm around his back. The moon was up, the stars were out and the night was peaceful and clear.

Your heart was singing and your eyes sparkled. You've been right to take this gamble. He was sincere, and it was wonderful. But the night was late, and it was rather cold.

You shivered. Doyoung felt it immediately and turned off the promenade proposing to head back toward the street where he had left the car. "I'd better take you home. It wouldn't be much of a date if you ended up ill."

At your door, Doyoung formally thanked you for a lovely evening and asked if he could see you again. You smiled and surprised yourself only a little by reaching up and kissing him lightly on the lips before saying: "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

Doyoung blinked, looking mildly bemused for a moment before studying your face. "Are you sure?"

Oh, most definitely, you were sure. You have thought of nothing else since you two have left the river. He looked right, he felt right, and he smelt right. You wanted him but was sure he'd never make a move. He was too much of a gentleman to ever force the issue.

You took his hand and led him into your home, kicking the door closed with your foot, shutting out the rest of the world with its mean people and ugly attitudes. You reached up to kiss him again. This time he lowered his head to yours, cradling your face in his hands as he returned the kiss. The lips met and parted, allowing the tongues to join and caress each other. His hands moved down from your face to caress your body, yours moving up from his hips. Both of you parted, searching each other's faces for confirmation of your desires.

"I think we're on the same page," you said. "Why don't you leave your coat on the couch? Do you want the nightcap now, or after the tour?"

"I'll put a hold on the nightcap," Doyoung answered, reading the desire in your eyes and knowing it was mirrored in his while stripping off the coat.

"Right."

You took his hand again. "This is the lounge. There," you pointed to the right, "is the kitchen and dining room. This way," pulling him down the hall, "is the second bedroom, the bathroom and," dragging him through a doorway, "here is the main bedroom."

"Very nice," he said, looking around, trying not to focus on the bed.

Suddenly shy, you both looked at anything but each other, awkward in a lack of intimate knowledge of each other. Doyoung tentatively reached out a hand to you, aiming to caress your breast, veering off at the last moment to your shoulder, but still lightly brushing your breast with his fingertips. Your gasped breath emboldened him and he reached his other hand, caressing your other breast lightly as you shivered under his touch and sighed.

Your own hands went to his chest, running down the front of his shirt and back up, then beginning to undo the buttons, pulling the shirt from his trousers and teasing his bare skin with your fingers.

Doyoung pulled his shirt off and then raised the sweater over your head and off the arms, moving in to kiss you as his hands went around your back to undo the clasps of a bra and returned to cup your breasts. The sensation on your breasts as he caressed and pinched the nipples sent a sharp message straight between your legs. You could feel yourself becoming moist and shuddered under his touch; breath becoming uneven.

Pushing him away you removed the skirt, letting it pool at your feet while looking into his eyes. Doyoung took the hint and began unbuckling his belt, then grinned foolishly and sat beside you to take off his socks, sneaking kisses of your neck and shoulders as he did so. You both stood again, slightly apart. He dropped his trousers and you could see his briefs pushed out of shape by his erection, the fabric straining.

Doyoung stepped up, taking you in his arms, kissing down your neck and across the collarbone, his hands lowering to your hips, sliding under the elastic and beginning to tug your panties down. Your own hands flew to the top of his briefs. Together, you pulled down the underwear, stepping out of them and standing naked before each other. Again Doyoung moved first, holding you and gently pushing backwards onto the bed, following after you onto it.

He ran one hand down the body of yours, teasing and tickling the beginning of your womanhood and beyond, teasing you with his fingers, tickling across your mound and easing around your damp centre. You moaned as he explored, your hips twisting and twitching. It had been so long since another man had touched you there. It felt amazing, wonderful, but achingly short of what you needed. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. Reaching down, you took his cock into your hand. It was hot, hard and pulsed under your touch. Doyoung groaned and his hips jerked convulsively. You kissed him hard and whispered fiercely, "Please, it's been too long. I need you, now."

"For me too, far too long," Doyoung gasped back, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself before gently splitting your lips and sliding steadily but firmly into you. Your moans were prominent in the air as he stretched and filled you right, not stopping his steady thrust until he was wholly inside you, your warm walls gripping him tightly. Your eyes met and locked as you lay still, immersed in the feeling of each other's body.

Being warm, wet and a safe haven, you were engulfing his cock. Doyoung was filling you with his hard heat, owning your body completely. You fit each other perfectly; you could see it in each other's eyes. You belonged together.

As great as this feeling was, you needed more. Doyoung slowly withdrew, till only the very tip split you. Both groaning as he pushed back in, again slowly feeling each other with delectable inch. Slowly in and out, in and out, revelling in the feeling of each other's bodies, gradually building up speed as your need increased.

You could feel the fire building, the tension increasing as sensation on sensation smashed into you with each thrust, your body twitching, your hips writhing. Still it built; higher, tighter, fiercer. Your entire being was wrapped around Doyoung's cock as it pumped in and out of you. You could hear him grunting with each thrust, feel his body trembling as he got closer to his climax. His speed increased and you breath got caught in your throat, your back arched, legs went stiff as you began to twitch when the white light exploded through you, spreading warmth and scattering your senses.

You felt, from far away but deep within you, Doyoung losing his rhythm before coming, pumping wildly into you, grunting and thrusting hard one last time as he shot deep inside you feeling spent but overly fulfilled.

Your hand was making lazy circles on Doyoung's chest as you lay, curled against his side with a head on his shoulder. You weren't sure how you've come to be in this position, but it felt so right and he smelled so good.

You were at peace while drifting off to sleep.

Waking up without feeling body by your side, you immediately felt the loss. Doyoung wasn't there. Your heart dropped, the pit near your stomach threatened to open and engulf it. Sensing the tears coming up, you accidentally feel something on your side with a hand.

He wasn't there. But there was a note.

"I am so sorry. I hate to leave you, knowing you will wake alone. There is something I must do."

You had just finished reading when the phone rang, disturbing your thoughts. Grudgingly, you moved to answer it. "Hello."

"Wish I was still beside you."

Your heart flipped again. The pit dissolved so you could breathe again before whispering, "Doyoung."

"Y/N. Tell me, what are you planning for breakfast?"

"Uhm. Coffee? Maybe some toast. Why?"

"Don't move. I'm on my way. With breakfast. And it's better than toast."

You lay back in bed, listening to the dial tone after he hung up. Surprised, you smile softly. You must remember to thank Myungsoo for introducing them.

If this is how you will feel loved and feel free to love again, you have no complaints.

Your new chapter is about to begin and hopefully, it will last for a very long time with a man named Kim Doyoung.

[jungw8ns]

ROAD TRIP WITH ENHYPEN's HYUNG LINE !

PAIRING: bf! hyung line enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, reaction, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: subtle mentions of car crash (in a joking manner). WORD COUNT: 200-300 words.

HEESEUNG: driver's seat.

obv this man is the only one we can trust in driving, so even if he refuses to drive he doesn't have any other choice unless he wants the car doing breakdances on the road 🥰‼️‼️

STAY AWAKE AT ALL TIMES

if you fall asleep on him then you lose bestie i'm sorry to say this but you HAVE to talk with him the whole ride cause this man will actually ask you to pay him a few bucks by the end of the road trip.

well... Maybe you can sleep but that's only if you put up the aux for him so that when he's driving he can sing and listen to music <3

loves it when you're in the freeway and you guys are just vibing to the songs playing, ESP when the windows are down and there are barely any cars in the road

he'd actually stop the car on the side if you guys happen to pass by a really nice place while travelling and the both of you would take pics and all that stuff

likes it a lot when you hold his free hand while he's driving, it makes him feel really giddy inside. he might even place it on your thigh if he's ballsy enough

would most likely be the one to stop by the convience store and hog up all the ramen cause he just KNOWS you will be asking for food every once in a while and he is not about to spend like fifty dollars for your cravings 🙄🙄

UNLESS YOU PAY THO, HE'LL BE PARKING THE CAR TO THE FOOD PLACE AS SOON AS YOU SAY IT'S ON YOU

"riki can you change the song? I don't like this one"

'what you know about rolling down in the DEEP END–'

"NO NO STOP THE CAR ANYTHING BUT THAT 😭😭"

"hyung you're the one driving 🕴️"

don't ask why riki is in the car with you guys cause i also have no idea 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

JAY: the only one allowed to touch the aux.

CANCEL IT, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING TO THE CAR

you're planning on doing a road trip? but jay says he's busy????

let me tell you, jay is the PERFECT road trip partner

not only does he have the most immaculate music taste, he knows how to make it fun and memorable.

the only con about it is that he might end up sleeping thru the first half of the trip, but you don't blame him for it tho, mans has a packed schedule 😔

#bookedandbusy #girlboss

he would drive the car, but...

he's still a bit scared of passing the highway esp when there's a bit of traffic going on, but don't tell him i said that 🤫🤫🤫🤫

since you're the one in the wheel, make sure that you practiced how to look good while driving cause by the end of the trip you WILL want him to be AS WHIPPED for you as before

maybe even drive with one hand and roll your sleeve up a bit if you're wearing one cause HE WILL BE LOOKING AT YOU WITH HEART EYES, I GUARANTEE YOU THAT

maybe even talk about you to the members in their groupchat 🥰🥰🙏🙏

don't even be surprised if he gets a bit clingy after, he likes that he gets to spend some time with you like this

even if you guys were kind if cramped in the car, atleast you guys had fun with each other's presence

10/10 would recommend ‼️‼️

"babe you brought a jacket or a hoodie with you right? I don't want you to get cold cause i know very well that button up is thin"

"yes my wuvy muvy pumkin pie bubba 😈🥰 i did"

"UHH WHAT THE FU–"

when jake said he didn't know how to drive you thought like he was like a beginner that didn't know how to park and all that stuff BUT NO.

ALL HE KNEW WAS HOW TO TURN THE CAR ON 😭😭😭

"don't worry babe after this quick practice i'll be able to drive in no time 😎😎"

JAKE: wannabe driver.

when you guys did a test run on an empty road boy you really thought this was going to go smoothly but you should've never really expect anything cause the second he released clutch and accelerated YOU WERE SENT FLYING ✈️✈️✈️

HE STEPPED ON IT TOO HARD AND THE CAR TURNED OFF

you were thanking the person who invented seatbelts cause you guys would've probably be done for if they didn't exist

you tried again tho, you weren't about to give up on him (even tho you were on the verge to 😔)

you taught him how to get the car moving but turns out you were talking to a brick wall with a dog wallpaper

"jakey listen to me, you won't know the basics if you don't listen"

"i'm sorry :(( you just looked so cool explaining all that stuff that i got distracted"

but after that he did focus on learning.

you let him try again and this time you told him that he shouldn't rush releasing the clutch, and wouldn't you know it HE GOT THE CAR RUNNING 💃🕺💃

the both of you were so surprised but jake still had to keep his eyes on the road so you just ruffled his hair and told him he did a great job

he was so smiley after that omfg 😭😭😭😭

"love, once i get my drivers licence i'll be the one dropping you off to work, i promise 😉✋"

yea.. This man isn't touching the wheel anytime soon

SUNGHOON: the curious cat.

he watched you drive the car with ease and was like:

'my s/o is so perfect omg ❤️__❤️'

but he was very interested in driving tho, or more like he was interested in the one driving it (yes sunghoon is indeed apart of the y/n simp nation 😌)

his eyes then shifted from your face to the stick shift, there were a lot of numbers on the side and he got so confused

'wonder what that's all about'

and so he asked you 😩

"y/n what do these mean?"

he was asking with doe eyes and it was so adorable 😭

you explained it to him and he was so enthusiatic about you doing a few tricks up your sleeve and you just looked at him like 🤨🤨

"excuse me mister, do you want me to crash the car??"

"BOO LAME 🙄 /j"

"yes yes sure park sunghoon, if keeping us safe means i'm a boring person then that's fine with me 😊😒"

NOTE – hellooo writers block has been getting to me these days but i hope you liked this little enha reaction, have a nice day!