#also i looked at the timestamp on this ask I'm so sorry this took a while to get to i didn't even see it 😭

[spirit-tracks]

not in a position to make fanart rn but I think about THoH a normal amount and have been for months

Anon I would like you to know this ask has single-handedly rejuvenated my motivation to work on THoH this makes me SO HAPPY

I have been wanting to work on this story for AGES and it's just so nice to know there are people out there that actually want to see it 😭😭

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi! Sorry if the question sounds weird…but I feel like this is a safe place to ask this.

How do you think Jikook handled their intimacy during The Soop, Bon Voyage etc? Also considering the ramen joke, the analysis going around about Jungkook putting on that jacket in BV and so on. Thank you!

I don't understand the question

But I think I get u. Maybe. I'm not sure. Okay we are gonna start from the beginning and I'm just gonna hope this is what u asked 🤭🤭

Bon Voyage season 1:

Well, we know JK ditches Suga to go sleep with Jimin in the living room. Which awwww 🥺🥺🥺

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BUT, I dont think the SEVENing took place in there. I'm thinking the laundry room. It would explain why they liked doing laundry so much 🤭🤭🤭

I imagine the boat would have been harder, too many people in one room. But if they wanted I'm sure they found a way 😁

Bon Voyage season 2:

This one is easy. They play for rooms, JK looses and he ain't happy to be sleeping on the couch. So Jimin sees his baby is sad n he naturally offers to switch

But JK chooses to sleep on the floor, turning down the offer. Surprising since he knows Yoonmin are sharing a bed. But maybe he'd rather not sleep with Suga 🤭 I'm kidding... I'm kidding 😂😂😂 This was probably JK's hyung kink at play where he likes to look after Jimin. So he'd rather be uncomfortable than have Jimin be uncomfortable.

Anyway, this is further down into episode 7 but u can see Yoonmin are in bed right before Jimin sneaks out the room.

You know he's not just leaving but sneaking out coz he's checking to see if Suga is asleep.

Justice for Suga. Jikook always be ditching him for eo 😂😂😂 anygays, seeing Jimin sneak out in ep 7 tells me he probably did it for the duration of their stay in that house. Coz in the next house, JK lost on purpose and they ended up sharing this room that we never saw the inside of

All we got was a sus photo of JK with smeared lipstick.

Anyone having flashbacks of Osaka Vlive?? 😂🤭 He he he heee...

Then we have the origin of Jikook doing laundry. Of course this is suspicious off the bat. But even more reason is because their stories weren't matching. According to JK, they stayed up till late doing laundry. So from him, they were doing laundry for most of the night.

But according to Jimin laundry was done in the morning???

Well, which is it Jikook????

Anon, these motherfuckers were SEVENing plenty in Hawaii. 👀

Bon Voyage season 3:

I don't really need to delve into this one, do I? Even the most out of touch person knows Jikook were sharing a room. I mean, Jimin was not only supposed to share a room with Suga and Jin, but he was supposed to share a bed with Jin. Now, why tf would he do that when his boyfriend had a room all to himself??

Anyway, analysis by Mizgator here. Timestamp 7:00

I also believe Jimin continued to sleep in that room even after V showed up. Jikook were on their honeymoon after all 🤭🤭🤭

Real talk though, this is what friends do for eo. Members have excused Jikook when they needed the privacy. That's just what people do. I know its bros before hoes, but who is the ho to V if both are his bros?? 😂

Moving on to Bon Voyage season 4:

I already covered how in the first house the SEVENing took place in the RV. So let's move on to camping. Now this is a bit hard to gauge when/where intimacy would have taken place. It was only 2 nights that they camped anyway, so maybe nothing happened during this time? BUT, like I will say many times during this post; it dont matter. If they wanted to SEVEN, it happened irregardless of location.

(There was however some camping sleeping drama that took place. I talk about that here. It has nothing to do with the topic at hand, I just like to bring it up coz I like drama 🤪)

Now onto the second and final house. First of all, we are going to quickly gloss over JK following Vhopemin into this room with all his luggage.

He has no business being there seeing as his roommate was RM. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Oh how satellite Jeon i do love you. 🤭🤭

So anygays, at some point you hear Jimin calling Jhope's name urgently

And then they start whispering and giggling like little kids.

Now that could just be Jihope well, Jihoping but this was when people were going to their rooms. I wouldn't put it past Jimin to enlist his bestfriend's help on Jikook getting a room to themselves at some point.

Like I've mentioned b4, cameras aren't always filming, and friends do each other these kinds of favors all the time. In any case this was a big ass house if Jikook wanted to get their groove on, they got it done.

I think we are good on the BVs so let's move onto In the Soops.

In The Soop season 1:

Here i talk about how JK used to spend the night in what was supposed to be Vmin's room. So that's that. Also if I was them I would have considered using that boat to SEVEN for sure. I hope they did. I mean, they wouldn't have to do nothing. Just let the waves do all the work

Mosquito net incident i dont think they did anything beyond making out, really. JK lost his hoodie, yeah. But Jimin looked the exact same way coming out like he did going in.

So clearly he didn't shed his clothes.

In The Soop season 2:

First there was Jimin's room. And then JK's and Bam's house... I can see it. Especially when JK asked Jimin if he wanted ramen and Jimin ran towards JK's house. I think he got his ramen 😏😏 Something tells me Jimin didn't actually leave, here.

He pretended to, but i don't think he did. I think he stayed and they either turned off the cams or covered them. But I've always had a feeling he didn't actually leave.

But while that's speculation, this however, I think this is a given---> I talk about the drone incident and them going to the forest/bushes 🤭 here. Why would they need to get rid of the camera unless they went to shout in each other's briefcases? 🤷🏽‍♀️ or even to SEVEN? One can get real creative on that ATV. Just saying... 😌😌😌

I knew it was game over because of the way Jimin looked at the camera here.

Look at his faceeeee

He was NOT a fan of that camera in that moment. It's giving flashbacks to this summer package

And then the way they both look at the camera again before taking off

He he heee.... if you ever watch these reality shows again just pay attention to how many times they glance at cameras. Its so funny. It's not really a surprise they waved away that drone for some privacy.

Thanks for the ask, anon. I believe that about covers it, yes?

[accessible-art]

how does one describe an image?

hello! sorry for how long it took to get to this ask

so. an image description. first of all, why are they there? to provide accessibility, to clarify details that might've been lost/misunderstood etc. (which is why it is important for original posters to provide the description, but that's not the point of this post)

this means we should provide an image description that touches upon every aspect of an image. remember: the viewer won't know anything about the image unless you tell them. even for plain text screenshots, a screenreader won't be able to read it. therefore, we must provide a transcript for even the clearest of text images

but then, how to actually describe an image?

try and put things that pull your attention or give context. imagine you are telling someone about an image you saw – which parts would you emphasize? what details would you give?

aside from that, let me start this off with a small disclaimer: descriptions of art like we do here and general image descriptions have different principles.

for general image descriptions, details aren't of that much importance. the goal is to state the reason why the image is there: what is it telling you?

thus, unless it provides a relevant and important piece of information, you do not need to go into details of an image

for example, imagine a twitter post screenshot. when describing it, you would put the user and the post itself. unless the timestamps or like counts give context or add to a joke or something similar, you need not include them

art descriptions are a bit different. because there aren't any parts in an art piece which the artist didn't intentionally place. therefore, all of it must be accounted for.

does this mean list each and every little thing? no, not particularly. we are trying to paint an overall picture in the viewer's mind's eye. while details are important, don't drown the description in them.

then what to do? how do i know what to list and what to not list?

well, in describing art, you should first and foremost describe things you immediately notice. touch upon the different aspects placed in the artwork.

there are also a few things that are bound to give context, like medium, materials, art category, style. listing these are also important. you can start out with them, so the viewer knows what to envision

for example, putting the statement "an abstract installation done with metal wires," would help the viewer know what is going on in the artwork. if you then list that the metal wires are loosely shaped like wings, they would know that this is an installation, and not a painting of metal wings.

another thing of note, if you are using jargon, whether in art descriptions or general descriptions, not everyone might be privy to it. descriptions are for accessibility for all. therefore, if using jargon, a brief detailing to explain what it is will be suited

if you don't meet each and every point of this post, don't worry. don't feel pressured. any image description is better than none

lastly, here is a post also about image description. there are a number of links. i would suggest checking it out

hope this helps!! i tried to go over as many points as i could think of. in the end, if you don't know how to describe something, you can always ask for help!!

[fuck-customers]

👕 anon again with an update. (Sorry if I repeat anything, I don't remember all what info is and isn't new relative to the other ask)

So the go-back cart that got blamed on me. Something rubbed me the wrong way about it, what with one coworker showing me "timestamped pictures" (minus the timestamps) and the vehement insistence that I was wrong and all that. I took another look at that cart, and realized I did recognize the clothes.

The way the late crew does their go-back turn is to round up the fitting room, putting it all away alone aside from items they can't find (which I did). Then they go to the customer service desk to get clothing go-backs from the registers. That person then sorts it, and then they and everyone else grabs the items from their respective sections to put away. The clothes were all from my desk go-backs.

Which means my coworkers took the clothes out of the cart, threw them into the fitting room to take incriminating photos, then threw them all back into a DIFFERENT cart so they could make me do it all.

Naturally this angered me once I realized. That was a few days ago. Today, I was griping to a different coworker about it (a friend from morning crew), and my bosses overheard and then reamed me out for not putting it away, because "I should have done it if it was my go-backs." (To clarify, morning crew likes to do their go-backs fully solo even though it's less efficient, thus the bosses who work mornings figured I was doing things wrong by their definition.) This is also ignoring the fact that I literally couldn't put it away until it was too late to because the clothes disappeared for like three hours.

Still, all of us realized that the closing crew has been singling me out for a long time. The framing thing is new, but it isn't uncommon for them all to buddy up, then dump my share in a random part of my section in a pile to deal with if I don't notice them in time. This also isn't the first time they've tried to rope me into extra fitting room work.

Regardless of the bosses' opinions of how go-backs should be handled and who should do it, they agree that it isn't fair that I'm the only one the closers expect to do the extra work whenever they don't feel like doing it. So now they want to organize a meeting with the closers to lecture us on proper go-back protocol, but it seems like they also want to address the incident, and I'm really scared that that'll just make things worse. Sooooooo wish me luck I guess

Posted by admin Rodney

[gren-arlio]

When was the last time I did this? Oh well, welcome to Season 2, Episode 4 of Waku Puyo Translations.

(Have you seen this animal? This DWEEB?)

Heya guys, I'm finally back doing this funny nonsense since school has finally ended, or basically ended depending on when I post this. I have much more time to do stuff, and I'm hoping for a good summer.

I like doing these mock translations, and yeah, I figured out the word for the thing I do. They're not professional, but they're just a mock-up, a way to get the general information in for the people. And it only took me a whole...year to figure it out.

I'm a tad foolish.

For people who dunno, I just kinda do this stuff on my spare time. I do plan on making a big Google Doc about it sometime, revisions and all, but that'll be months and months of work. Since I got a new laptop, I can type these things a whole lot more quickly, at the cost of trying to figure out what the hell what PC Tumblr looks like. I'll learn within due time.

Well, in that case, here's the video in question:

Timestamps:

Door: (0:07)

Merchant Nonsense: (0:25)

MORE Merchant Nonsense: (1:40)

EVEN MORE Merchant Nonsense: (2:03)

Rulue Encounter 1: (3:05)

Schezo Encounter 1: (3:50)

Info Booth: (4:38)

Sasori Man Encounter: (8:00)

Schezo Encounter 2: (9:23)

Rulue Encounter 2: (9:58)

Cockatrice Midboss: (12:20)

Skeleton-T Encounter: (13:50)

Owlbear Boss: (13:50)

Info Booth 2: (19:04)

Lets see how this goes. Hope you enjoy.

And on a serious note, I'm so, so sorry this took so long. Life got super busy, and still sorta is, I even got myself a summer job. I'll try to continue these, I promise. I'll post more informational stuff too, I think people are getting really tired of my super casual posting, so I'll begin to balance them more. And I'm also going to stop putting the timestamp on the translations, since they're...already at the top.

Door:

Arle: Huh? What does it say here...?

Door: They who has 6 orbs, raise them.

Arle: ...6 of them? I mean, I have a few, but not six of them.

Carbuncle: Gugu?

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Merchant Nonsense:

Fufufu: Welcome.

Arle: Oh, heya there.

Fufufu: Fufufu, you're here to buy something?

Arle: So you're a merchant as well, I assume?

Fufufu: Fufufu, well, I got a lot of interesting stuff for you.

[This opens up a menu for the shop, and I'll just go by page number rather than what the player here does. Some of the names might be wrong, my apologies.

Page 1: Rugged Stone Life Stone Soul Stone Ruby Sapphire Emerald Useless Wand (Could also just say Worthless. Either or.) Transforming Wand (I'd assume it does, since the text says it'd transform something, so it's what I'll be going with.

Page 2: Golden Wand Multi-trap Scroll Monster Scroll Cursed Scroll Super Cursed Scroll (It's basically still a Cursed Scroll, so I'll just call it this.) Forgetfulness Scroll Slowness Scroll Rotten Soup (Part of Medicine.)

Page 3: Poison Illusion Medicine Blindness Medicine Dizziness Medicine Sealing Medicine Sleep Medicine Forgetfulness Medicine Slowness Medicine

Page 4: Rotten Herbs Hunger Herbs Falling Herb (I asked like three people and we all pointed to this) Drain Herb Rotten Apple Poisoned Apple Explosive Apple

Page 5: Rotten Curry Plain Curry Rugged Book Heavy Book Difficult Book

And that'd be all the items here. These are easily the hardest things to do.]

Fufufu: Fufufu, I see you haven't learned to fuse yet. (In-game, it's sorta called Synthesize, but the gameplay mechanic is virtually fusion. So for clarity's sake, I'll call it Fusion.)

Arle: Fuse? I mean, you're not wrong.

Fufufu: Please bring me a Flame Ring (1) then.

Arle: So if I bring it, you'll teach me?

Fufufu: Fufufu, indeed.

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MORE Shop Nonsense:

Momomo: Welcome to the shop.

[...More Menus. Yay. So it says:

Rings <-

Amulets

Scrolls

Books

Medicine

Herbs

Food

Accessories

Page 1 of Rings:

Plain Ring Rugged Ring Flame Ring (1) Ice Ring (1) Lightning Ring (1) Thunder Ring (2) Supernatural Ring Rock-Punch Ring (1) (I'd assume this is from Rulue's Story.)

Page 2: Flame-Strike Ring (2) Ice-Strike Ring (2) Player buys a Flame Ring (1) and leaves.]

Momomo: Thank you for shopping with us.

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EVEN MORE Shop Nonsense:

Fufufu: Fufufu, welcome. Did you get the Flame Ring (1)?

[Menu pops up saying "Do you want to give him the ring?" We say Yes.]

Arle: Yeah, here ya go.

Fufufu: Now watch carefully, because something interesting is going to happen.

Arle: What're you gonna do?

Fufufu So, look at this Flame Ring (1) and Ice Ring (1). We combine the two, and...

Arle: Huh?

Fufufu: Look. Now we have the Thunder Ring.

Arle:

What!? How'd you do that?

Fufufu: Fufufu, you really want to know?

Arle: I wanna know, yeah! Can you tell me?

Fufufu:

Fufufu, you sure ask for quite a good bit.

[Arle has learned the Fusion skill. Now, you can Fuse your Rings and Amulets.]

Arle: Wow, thanks!

Fufufu: Fufufu, good luck on your journey.

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Rulue Encounter 1:

Rulue: Oh-hohoho!

Arle: ...What's up with you today?

Rulue: You don't have a VIP Ticket, huh?

Arle: Ticket? Hmm, so Rulue got one as well...

Rulue: Wait a second, you said "As well". Arle, where did you get a VIP Ticket?

Arle: Oh, from Sasori Man. I could ask you the same question, how did you get yours?

Rulue: Well, how I got it is not important at all!

Arle: Alright...But it's not fair for you to ask about my ticket, but not vise versa.

Rulue: Oh, can it! I don't need to be hearing this from you!

Arle: I didn't even do anything wrong! ...C'mon Carby!

Carbuncle: Gu...

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Schezo Encounter 1

Arle: Heya Schezo.

Schezo: What is it?

Arle: Did you know that there's more than 5 floors in the PuyoPuyo Dungeon?

Schezo: Oh, of course I did. That lady I spoke to wasn't my enemy, after all.

Arle: Lady? I dunno any girls who you're exactly close with. Oh right, I remember! You're here to pick up girls!

Schezo: No, I'm not! ...Wait, you didn't meet that perverted woman?

Arle: Pervert? But aren't you the pervert?

Schezo: That's enough from you...Just don't say another word.

Arle: And he's gone...Odd.

Carbuncle: Gu?

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Info Booth:

[I've done these so many times...

Menu appears saying:

Listen <- Rank Bulletin Back

Kiki says "What do you want to hear?"

More Menus appear:

About Completed Attractions About Rare Items <- Black Market Tales When in Trouble Back]

Kikimora: There's quite the number of items in these attractions. And with these items, there's also rare ones that can't be found in stores. These items change depending on which attraction you are at, so if you want anything specific, let us know. Think about the attractions you're entering before trying to find items. As well, at the store, when you sell the item, they'll always be in stock, so you can sell anything you want without much worry.

Arle. Huh. Neat.

[The player then goes into the Bulletin, where it says:

Horror House Wonder Jungle Merchant Fufufu Recommendations For Bottling Fusion Manual <-]

Incubus: Hello!

Arle: Hey, just teach me about Fusion.

Incubus: Of course! It's quite a long story, so listen carefully, alright honey?

Arle: Who's Honey...?

Incubus: Fusing is combing items in order to make new ones. It can only be things like rings with rings and amulets with amulets, so no mixing. Okay so far?

Arle: Mhm.

Incubus: Lets continue then. Fusing also drains some MP.

Arle: D-drains?

Incubus: Imagine it like using a spell, it'll also cost MP to use it. But once you do it, you gain EXP. Of course though, gaining EXP through other means also levels up your fusing ability.

Arle: Well, what'll happen if I level up?

Incubus: More MP is needed to fuse stronger and rarer items. But if you level up, you can fuse with less MP drain as well. If you're a low level, you'll just fail at fusing a lot. And even if you fail, you'll still lose that MP.

Arle: This all sounds really complicated...

Incubus: Come on, it's actually pretty easy. Higher leveled items are much more difficult to fuse than lower leveled ones. But the higher the level of the item, the stronger the combined fusion will become.

Arle: Ahhhha...

Incubus: Once an item is at its max potential, it'll say (EX) right next to it. It just means that it's at its strongest. Well, that just explains most of Fusion.

Arle: Woah...

Incubus: Ha! It's not EVERYTHING, I'll explain more when we meet again.

Arle: Wha!? There's more?

Incubus: The road to mastering Fusion is a very long and difficult road, you know. But see ya later! Buh-Bye~!

Arle: Err...

----- Sasori Man Encounter:

Sasori Man: Hey hey.

Arle: Hmm? What's up?

Sasori Man: I got one thing to tell you before you enter this place.

Arle: And what's that?

Sasori Man: It's about the big boss of Wonder Jungle.

Arle: And this guy...well, is he strong?

Sasori Man: What he lacks in power, he for sure makes up in technique. Here's the real kicker; Apparently he can read minds.

Arle: Wait...what?

Sasori Man: Yeah, he can read the minds of the opponent he faces and avoid the attacks they throw. Swords, magic, anything! It doesn't matter how strong your attacks are if they just miss. He's a real doozy. Be careful out there.

Arle: I'm not sure I can just be careful... I mean, if they just avoid my attacks, then it'd be impossible for me to win.

Sasori Man: Well, you're right on that.

Arle: Uhh...

Sasori: Sorry that I can't exactly help any further.

Arle: Nah, it's not that. If I just went in without a care in the world, I would've been beaten in a heartbeat. There just HAS to be some sorta way to beat him. I'll have to really think about it, though.

Sasori Man: Huh, I see. You got this, good luck.

Arle: I sure do. Thanks.

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Schezo Encounter 2:

Arle: Oh, Schezo!

Schezo: Arle! ...By any chance, are you planning to enter this attraction?

Arle: Mhm, you're right on the mark.

Schezo: ...Then I'll enter first!

Arle: I mean, aren't you familiar with the phrase "Ladies First"?

Schezo: Ladies first? Never heard that one before. And besides, I'd never do that thing to begin with, I'll never give up my own turn!

Arle: Isn't he a persistent one...

Carbuncle: Gu?

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Rulue Encounter 2:

Arle: We should go in soon.

Carbuncle: Gu!

Arle: ...Hm? What's this?

Minotauros: Lady Rulue, please wait...

Rulue: Hey, Minotauros! Move faster, will ya!?

Arle: It's hard to believe that this lady only two years older than me...

Rulue: And who's this "old lady" you're talking about!?

Arle: Oh, you heard that? ...And I didn't exactly call you an old lady, either...

Rulue: No excuses! I swear, I can't handle you sometimes. A girl like you can be unbearable to be around! (Not exactly what it says, but I'm deciding to just try and make it more cohesive.)

Arle:

...Growing up is a interesting thing. I wonder if I'll turn into a selfish, self-conscious meathead! ...That was just my Rulue impression, heh!

Rulue: I beg your pardon!? And WHO is this selfish and self-conscious person!? Oh, I'm just some idiot because I can't use magic, I see how it is! I'll remember that! (Rulue will remember that.)

Arle: ...Carby, I didn't say all of THAT, though!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

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Cockatrice Midboss + Defeat:

Cockatrice: Ca-CAW!

Arle: Huh? Is this chicken mad at me or something?

Cockatrice: CA-CAW! (You're nothing but a fool!) [The parenthesis is what they're actually saying this time, so heads up for that.]

Arle: ...Do I really need to fight a chicken, of all things?

Cockatrice: Ca-CAAAW! (Oh, you're SUCH a goner!) [Believe me, that's...basically all they say.]

[Blah blah, Cockatrice gets beaten, this is the most amount of attention they've gotten in months]

Cockatrice: Ca-caaaw...

Arle: ...Huh. What an odd animal.

----- Skeleton-T Encounter:

Arle: Oh, it's you!

Skeleton-T: Ochaaaa!

Arle: ... ... (Yeah same here Arle.)

Skeleton-T: Sorry, I'm all out of tea this time.

Arle: Eh?

Skeleton-T: I apologize for the inconvenience, I wish I could give you a cup of tea.

Arle: Errrr... You don't need to sound so...professional.

Skeleton-T: As an apology, I'll give you this instead.

Arle: And what's this for?

Skeleton-T: Well, what it's for is in the chest.

[He leaves]

Arle: Wonder what the thing exactly is.

(In the chest was just a book.)

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Owlbear Boss + Defeat:

Owlbear: Stop right there! You got some guts challenging me to a fight.

Arle: Huh?

Owlbear: And with that, I also want you OUT of here!

Arle: Hey, wait a second...

Owlbear: I WON'T wait! I don't have time to waste!

[He promptly gets his ass kicked.]

Owlbear: Forgive me...

Arle: Huh...That was a tough battle.

[During this time, Arle finds a chest.]

Arle: Oh, there's an orb in here! It seems to be the green one. Now I only need two more!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

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Info Booth 2:

[We're back at the booth, and this is the final stuff, THANK GOD. The player clicks on rankings, and clicks the "To the person who has a grimoire" bulletin.]

Bulletin: I've found I grimoire myself, and I got news for you. If you read the spell inside of the grimoire, you'll quickly see that it's stronger than most spells you might have. So I wonder if you'll return this grimoire I've oh-so-lost, since I'm the only one who can use the Meteor Spell. Oh-hohoho! From: A Talented Witch.

[And finally, the player clicks the "Don't just throw it away" bulletin.]

Bulletin: A blank scroll or plain water can often be seen as useless. As such, people tend to throw them away, and it's such a waste! You might as well use a different item, change the item itself. Or even just Fuse it. (I assume that's what this conversation was going for since it's a little vague.) From Sasori, Behind the Scenes.

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And for the first time in months, we finally finished an entire episode. Once again, I'm so sorry for the delay, life got the best of me and free time DOES exist, but I REALLY have to manage it well now. But still, thank you so much for reading this. I plan to make a Waku Puyo Extras about maybe cut content or even a game I probably haven't covered just yet, so who knows?

But that'll be all from me.

Adios.

[captcutshaw]

That thing you said about Bruce Robinson stating that Withnail and Marwood not having girlfriends, because they are poor. That’s really funny and it does make sense! However, it’s really noticeable, if you’re used to forced heterosexual references in buddy films, that women as a whole are never mentioned by the two, never mind attraction to them. The closest we get to this are pictures of women in their walls, but most of these are press photos of actresses. As Withnail and Marwood are thespians, it looks like their interest is an artistic, rather than sexual. And as you pointed out, the only sort of attraction referenced is homosexual. As you rightfully said, Marwood comes across as almost absurdly afraid of it, but interestingly never asserts heterosexuality to compensate, as many characters in similar films do. I’m a big dummy when it come to reading films properly, but it’s interesting that while none of these things alone make Withnail and Marwood explicitly queer (gay, bisexual, asexual, etc), there is absolutely zero effort spent on trying to convince you they are straight. If it took an interview to bring it up, Bruce Robinson probably just did not think it relevant. Again, the relationship between them is treated with greater importance. Of course, we are not sure by the end that it is completely platonic, and I don’t know how intentional that was (definitely was on the part of Richard E. Grant) but the point still stands. Sorry, this is such a long message, I hope it makes sense!

Absolutely! Thank you so much for sending me this, you've given me an excuse to go off on a rant. I've put some of my own ramblings and scattered thoughts under the cut. Sorry in advance for a complete lack of coherence.

Totally agree that it's unusual for a buddy film to have Marwood simply deny he's homosexual, then not show any interest in women to prove his point. No aggressive assertions of heterosexuality or forced female love interest, hell, no mention of women whatsoever (Mrs Parkin doesn't count)

I know he's essentially Bruce Robinson's self insert, hence Marwood being sexually harassed by Monty, who was based on Franco Zeffirelli, the director who sexually harassed Bruce Robinson (sorry if I'm just saying stuff you already know here). But yeah, Marwood isn't an aggressively heterosexual character, which makes him very inviting for a queer reading, among the various other reasons. I mean....look at him. Tboy swag off the charts.

I could list all the queer codings and references in the film but we would be here forever. Don't even get me started on all the ways Withnail is easy to read as queer. But yeah, in summary, I agree with your point that the complete lack of heterosexual attraction in the film can support that queer interpretation.

That's a good point that the photos of women/actresses in their flat could be purely for aesthetic reasons because they're thespians.

As for Bruce Robinson's intentions.... There was an interview where someone asked if Withnail was gay, which Bruce Robinson and Richard E. Grant refuted (timestamp about 21:09). Here Robinson actually jokingly (?) says he thinks Withnail is asexual because he only loves himself.... asexuality isn't caused by narcissism, but hot take!

So, Withnail was never intended to be homosexual. Which is crazy to me, what with... Withnail being Withnail. There is no possible heterosexual explanation for that man's behaviour!! And it's telling that so many people have seen the film and thought he was gay. But good news! Paul McGann has made a lot of comments about Marwood and Withnail being "young marrieds" in his commentary of the film. Also, in this interview (timestamp 6:58) he says Withnail was probably in love with Marwood. Big win for the gays. Overall, Bruce Robinson did not intend for Withnail and Marwood to be read as queer, but everyone say thank you to Paul McGann. Thank you Paul McGann

(Goes without saying, the creator's intentions don't prevent people from interpreting the film the way they want to. Death to the author etc etc. I've always liked to see Marwood and Withnail as queer because that adds another layer of meaning and just....makes sense if you ask me. Their relationship is compelling, platonic or otherwise. I personally found that it doesn't make sense for either of them to be 100% heterosexual, and asexual or bisexual readings are really cool as well.)

(On that note, not sure if it's worth mentioning... I read here that Vivian MacKerrell, the man Withnail was based on, was bisexual. So. There's that. Bisexual Withnail 2023)

[aching-tummies]

I come home from working the night shift to see you lying in bed while rubbing your stomach. "Is your stomach upset?" I ask trying to look sympathetic. I feel bad that you're stomach is upset but I love seeing you like this, your shirt ridding up your taut belly while you moan in discomfort. I rub your belly gently and soothingly at first, but gradually start applying more pressure. Your stomach gurgles loudly as my hands continue prodding it.

Thank you for waiting! I'm sorry it took so long. I haven't had time to sit down and write a proper response to this lovely, RP-Scenario/Ask. I hope my response did it justice!

Glup…rrr…ble…

There's barely enough light from the window to illuminate the room. I blink the sleep from my eyes, looking toward the bedside clock even as I feel the material of your sleeve lightly graze my navel as your hand runs a barely-there circle over my belly.

7:12AM. I lie back with a groan, a gurgle from my stomach resonating with my noise of complaint. A small belch cuts off the sound of my annoyance. I've been 'asleep' for less than 40 minutes. The last timestamp I remember seeing was 6:37AM. I remember it because it was right before I rolled over to be slightly on my left side and my stomach had reacted to the shift so painfully that I honestly thought it had ruptured within me.

I'd gotten home late last night. You were already gone, off to meet a friend for dinner or coffee before heading to work. Usually, you wouldn't have left quite so early…but you had left me a note. Apparently, you'd made a lasagna for dinner. Unfortunately, we're planning to have guests over in the next couple of days, so our fridge has no more room for leftovers. I'd lifted the foil off of the pan to find that you had packed away the smaller half of a 9x13 pan. That left half a lasagna for me to "take care of". I'd gotten home around 9PM. It was late and I usually wouldn't eat so late at night…but I love your cooking and lasagna is a rare treat. I thought I'd be able to power through most of it to avoid food-waste if I paced myself…though I wasn't exactly hungry so late at night.

The lasagna was delicious. You aren't shy with the cheese and you make it with lots of veggies (spinach, carrots, tomato, and every so often some mushroom and/or zucchini or eggplant if we have them). I paced myself, wanting to enjoy the food…but also knowing that I wanted to eat as much of it as possible to avoid wasting anything. Honestly, I tried putting some of it away, but our fridge literally has no room for anything more thanks to the various 2L drinks we're cooling and the prep for the dishes we'll be making when we have guests. Even trying to ball up the last slice in the foil and finding room for it just wasn't going to happen.

Luckily, I have the day off today so I decided I could use today to sleep off the food coma. If I'd been less exhausted from work, I would have realized that this was your plan all along.

"Aww…is your poor belly upset?" You coo at me, increasing the pressure of your palm as though testing the sheer tautness of my belly. A couple of strong pats causes the contents to shift uncomfortably. An aborted belch crawls up my throat and I bite back a groan as my insides squeeze against the glut of food still within. The impact of your pats jostles stuff, upsetting the delicate calm I'd finally coaxed my guts into. Some point before I fully awoke, you'd bunched my shirt up and the covers are now down to my hips, exposing my noisy belly and the fact that there isn't any give beneath the skin.

GrrrrRRRk…rrrgl……rrrrrRRRrrr… My stomach makes a distressed sound. If stomachs could wail, that's what it just did. I whimper as it continues to gripe inside of me, discomfort amping up as my guts are reawakened by your actions.

"Poor, poor tummy." You punctuate each of your words with another sharp pat to various parts of my exposed stomach, upsetting the mess further.

A deep grumble causes me to wince and it doesn't escape your notice as my hands fly to cradle my ball of a stomach. You watch as I gingerly rub at it as though even the most gentle of touches aches something fierce.

"Aww…does someone have a tummy ache?" You coo at me. I send a glare at you, though I don't think it's effective given our positions.

"Urp." I answer you with a belch, brow furrowing as I swallow back the stubborn mess that tried to rise with the expelled air.

*GrrRRrrrrrr….glk…rrrrrrrrrlllllblblb…." My stomach vibrates with an angry snarl, tapering down beneath your palm. I feel like I swallowed something set to 'vibrate'…I only hope you can feel it 'cuz I now realize that all of this was planned. You knew I had the day off. You knew you'd be back from the night shift in time to enjoy this. You knew we'd have no space for leftovers in the fridge. The only unknown was going to be the state of indigestion in my tummy--and considering your striking range…that wasn't much of a variable at all.

"Poor tummy. Was it the cheese? Is all that cheese hurting you so? Or was it the spinach? I know that frozen stuff gets you sooooo upset." There's a clear distinction between your teasing tone with me and the loving coo you use to address my stomach. I know these questions aren't directed at me, but at the grumbly mess beneath both of our hands.

You continue rubbing at my stomach, pushing my hands away. I allow the action, but only because I feel so terrible and because you seem to have intentions of being gentle.

I notice, too late, that your rubs are stirring up something in my guts. They are far more vocal than they have been in the last few hours. I only managed to get a couple of pitiful rumbles and squelches to happen with my own rubs. My guts were too packed to make much noise. There simply wasn't enough room for gas pockets amidst the cheese and pasta and veggie/beef mix. There's not much room for it now either, but the fact that some of the mass of food has entered my intestines means that whatever air and empty space in my digestive tract had to be displaced.

Without warning, you push your palm down on my left, right over my jam-packed stomach organ.

"Ugh….UrrrrllpP!" A splash of stomach acid assaults my esophagus as that sizable belch is forced out of me. "Ouch!" I hiss and grab your wrist, moving your entire arm so that your palm is no longer jutting into such a sensitive part of my gut. "Ungh…aaahhh…" My pitiful moans are continuously interrupted by equally pitiful belches. There just isn't enough room in my guts anywhere to have a sizeable pocket of air. Trying to force one is painful and also extremely difficult with the dense mass inside my guts.

"Ugh…quit it." There's no bite to my words. I'm groggy from whatever sleep I managed to fall into, and the weight in my guts has made me very, very lethargic.

You're unbothered. You retract your hand a bit…opting to poke with a finger instead of with your palm. I don't know if that's much better. You swirl a finger around my navel, more exposed thanks to the internal pressure on the other side of flesh. I'm suspicious of you, but in my sluggish state I fail to grab at your wrist again before you poke sharply into the sensitive core of my navel.

I see white as the ache in my gut explodes. My guts were not happy with that poke at all.

As I regain my senses, I realize that your palm is in place…but I feel like I'm moving? You've taken to sloshing at my guts, pushing it in all directions as though you're trying to shake up the contents of my belly. Good luck with that--there's zero give or room in there for things to move. The turbulence doesn't do much about the dense mass of food, but the air pockets begin to move--ramming through the mess. For a moment, I can't get a word out edgewise because of the sheer number of burps forcing their way up and out. Nausea builds but I don't have an opportunity to tell you as you shove harshly into my stuffed guts. 'Agony' is an understatement. My poor organs are beyond distressed and upset at your idea of 'fun'.

Hopefully, with all this movement the glut will be out of my system by tomorrow. I've got to work and then we're entertaining some friends for game-night and I really, really, really am not looking forward to tackling that day with an achy, upset tummy. I really hope this is a one-off session and you don't have more planned for me. My stomach can't take any more.

[brettdoesdiscourse]

With more allegations coming out every day, I also want to remind people to be cautious believing everything you see online and using it to harass others. I see "well there's text messages" used a lot and I want everyone to remember how easy it is to be faked. It took me less than ten minutes to get a text from both Michelle and Barack Obama

If I took a little longer, I could fake whole conversations. I could even provide a number that isn't my own. I could include timestamps over days, weeks, months even. Screenshots are very easy to fake these days. And anyone can say anything on the internet.

It's so important to listen to victims, but it's also important to form full and informed opinions on situations. You can believe victims right away if you feel like it, but don't harass people. Don't send threats or hate. Don't harass fans or send them hate. Wait until you can hear both sides and you can form a full opinion from there.

The thing about the internet is I'm able to log online and accuse anyone of anything at any time. Which is fantastic and awful.

It's amazing because real victims are able to come forward now more than ever and tell their stories.

It's awful because if you give everyone the platform to do this, there's tons of people who will misuse it.

So, what are some important things to ask yourself?

What is the quality of the evidence provided? (Is it easily faked information? Does something about it just strike you as off? Is there a lot of it or a little? Does the evidence's tone match up with the story provided? For example, did they say this person was sexting them and the evidence provided only ever had a "you're hot" or something similar message?)

What is the quality of the account saying it? (Is it blank or new looking account? Do they have any information that could identify them in real life? Do they have an actual username or one that was given to them when they signed up? Is the accusation really recent?)

Is the person they're accusing already a controversial figure or posts about controversial things? (Do they cover politics? Do they trend a lot? Do they have a large group of people who hate them? Have they had a recent controversy?)

Similar with the last point, but does a person benefit from spreading this accusation if it's false? (Would a lot of people use this against them? Do they have a lot of fame, especially recent or massive fame? Are they more popular than they've ever been? Have they recently done something big like start a company, face reveal, start doing music, get on a new platform, etc? Does the person accusing them have something they want a lot of people looking at their profile for? Such as music they make, videos, an OnlyFans, streaming, anything they would want to promote?)

Does the accuser have a history of posting weird and/or attention-seeking content? (Do they often try to get the attention of creators? Do they post exaggerated or purposefully interaction-baity things? Do they follow or interact with accounts that do that? Do they have a history of posting accusations similar about other people?)

Obviously none of these will give you the 100% correct answer. But its always important to look critically at things before forming an opinion on it, especially when it's something as serious as this.

We've been seeing more and more people fake accusations because the same thing happens every time. A huge majority of people immediately turn on that person being accused and publicly denounce them immediately. And when it is uncovered that the accusations were false, we hear the same things over and over.

"I don't care, you should still always believe victims first."

"Sorry."

"I guess we were wrong."

"I still believe them."

"It doesn't matter if they aren't an abuser, they're still shitty because x, y, and z."

Even if the accusations turn out to be 100% false, there's always going to be people who don't see that video or update. Theres always going to be people who still believe the accuser. There's always going to be people unwilling to hear their side. Theres always going to be people who distance themselves just in case. Theres always going to be people who don't want to be associated with an accused abuser, regardless of its truth.

Stay safe out there and always try to get the full story.

[morningsunandnightsky]

Fated to be yours | Kim Jungwoo

Cupid au

pairing: cupid!Jungwoo x reader

warnings: death, mention of bullying, bus accident, I think there's one swear word (While none of the warnings I mentioned are explicitly described, I advise you not to read this if any of them trigger you.)

word count: 6.1 k

genre: angst, fantasy, fluff

synopsis: When a tragic ending makes room for a new beginning, it only makes sense for everything to fall into place. But sometimes second chances are even harder than the first. Especially when time and fate have their own way of things.

an: I finally got done with this. It took forever and It's still far from being perfect but I thought it would only be right to give you something on my birthday. I hope you enjoy and if anyone waited for this, I'm sorry I took so long. Please let me know what you think!

This is a continuation of this [03:23 pm] timestamp. You could read this on its own, but it would make more sense if you read both.

Taglist: @gangsta-dragon, @thelilyshope, @donkey-hyuck, @doeilovr

You shift uncomfortably in your seat,  

“What are you talking about?” 

Voice barely audible.  

Something about him makes you stay in your seat even when your senses tell you to run. 

“I’m not visible to you” he says once more. 

This time his tone irritates you, he isn’t even trying to make you understand. 

His cold eyes also have something else in them but you can’t quite make out what that is, it seems locked away. Only visible when you search for it. 

The sun makes his skin glow, so much that it almost looks see-through. Your eyes go down to his lips, they have the same shade of pink as his hair.  

For a split second, you see your surroundings lose colour and everything moves in slow motion. The people sitting around you look like frozen statues, none of them even blinks. Even the vehicles outside are standing still on the road. All the noise from the busy city has completely vanished. Whilst the clouds seem to be frozen in place. 

But you can still see Jungwoo, you can feel him closer to you than ever before and you hear him. You hear him so clearly even though he is not talking to you.  

Before you can even process what is happening, the sudden halt of the bus takes you out of your trance. The force almost makes you fall over. 

You grab onto the seat in front of you to balance yourself and you hear the voice of the bus driver shouting something out of his window. Everyone gets up to see what is going on, they start whispering to each other and you hear someone calling the emergency number. 

No one else seems to have felt what you just did as if you and everyone else were in two different places. 

You turn to Jungwoo, but the seat is empty.  

The gush of cold air hitting the side of your face makes you look over at the door, it’s wide open but nobody else seems to notice it.  

-- 

Jungwoo takes a deep breath to calm himself down. 

Something definitely happened, something that was not supposed to happen. 

Like a glitch almost, a spilt second where the universe was out of balance.  

The look he had seen in your eyes tells him that you experienced it too.  

How could you see him in the first place? Did he mess up somewhere?  

He takes out the small piece of rolled-up parchment from his pocket, not noticing his watch that has stopped running. 

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation. 

A twist of fate, On the destined date. 

The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined,  

Your journey of one, six and eight.” 

No matter how much he tries to understand, none of the words make any sense to him.  

But he had to be quick because time was running out, that was the one thing he was sure of. 

-- 

Lost in your thoughts you don’t notice the message you had received from your friend asking you why you weren’t at work yet. 

It’s only when you see the name of your boss displayed on your screen, indicating that he is calling you, that you realise how much time has passed. 

Your eyes glide past the name to see what time it is.  

09:45 

You were supposed to start your shift almost an hour ago. And it doesn’t seem like you will be moving any time soon so you grab your bag and get off the bus.  

Luckily you weren’t too far away from your stop so you get there relatively fast. And after explaining the situation, your boss didn’t go into it any further. Which you were very thankful for. 

As the day goes by your thoughts drift off to Jungwoo, you keep thinking about his weird behaviour. 

The more you think about it, the more you understand that he wasn’t interested in you. He didn’t even care to have a chat with you out of courtesy. 

If only you hadn’t taken the bus that day, no if only you hadn’t gone up to him. No, you should’ve never invested your time in him or even let him into your head. 

A deep sigh leaves your mouth. 

No matter how much you try to forget it, a feeling of disappointment still settles in the pit of your stomach. He felt so different to you, you were almost sure he was like no other human being. 

But of course, that wasn’t the case. He was far from what you thought of him. Maybe it was your own fault for making up this “perfect façade” about someone you didn’t even know.  

And you were hoping to fall in love during the first snowfall of the year, “what a joke” you think to yourself. 

Maybe love just wasn’t for you. 

-- 

Snowflakes are falling softly on the ground, white and glistening, almost erasing all the troubles in the world. 

Jungwoo puts his hand out to catch one, even when he knows he can’t. He looks at it while it goes straight through him. But for the first time in a while, it makes him smile. 

Because a newfound hope has started to blossom in his chest. 

It had been a good day; he managed to bring together two couples and even healed a broken heart. His list was getting shorter and the possibility of regaining his life seemed to come a step closer each day. 

From the edge of the building, he is sitting on, he looks down the streets of the city that was once home to him. It had only been a couple of years since he left but a lot had changed. 

He spots a child holding onto the hand of his father, trying to keep up with his little feet. Wrapped in a big scarf and wearing little mittens on his hands, he looked absolutely adorable. Anyone could tell how much the father adored him, by the gentle smile grazing his face whilst holding his little hand tightly.  

Parental love, a love set deep in the heart but one that is very complex at the same time. 

He can’t even remember a time his own parents ever looked at him like that. Because they never did, not even once. He tried so hard for them, to make them like him, to please them and to love them. Hoping he would be loved in return. 

A couple walks in the opposite direction, holding hands and giggling slightly. The blush on their faces is evident even from all the way where he was sitting. 

First love, the overwhelming feeling of holding someone so close to your heart for the first time, one that he recognises all too well. 

Her bright eyes are still engraved in his brain, they were his favourite. Because they made his days bearable. The very last time he looked into her eyes she smiled at him. He felt happy, for once he genuinely felt happy. 

He spots a group of friends enjoying the evening in a little coffee shop at the end of the road. Chatting away about their day, sharing laughs and enjoying their youth.  

Friendship, a different kind of love, one that is easy to obtain and hard to let go of, one that is easier overlooked but a love destined for everyone. 

The only person in the world who accepted him for who he was and who loved him because of that. He was the only person that reached out his hand to him and held it until the very end. His one and only friend, Doyoung. 

At the thought of him, Jungwoo feels a sting in his chest. Something like an arrow being shot into his heart. 

He takes a few deep breaths before he takes out the parchment again. 

“This is the final thing you have to accomplish. If you find the right people and bring them together before your time is up, your second chance at life will be granted. You must be on time, even a minute plays a crucial role. Everything you need to know is writing on here.” 

The words keep playing in his head. 

One thing he did not understand is why this was delivered separately, and why this one was different to all his other cases. 

The sound of the opening door takes him by surprise. He didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour or on a day like this.  

But he couldn’t care less because they wouldn’t know he was there anyway. 

“A twist of fate, on the destined date.” 

Something about this sentence makes him uncomfortable, it provokes worry. Because fate doesn’t have twists. It’s something that is meant to be, right? 

“Oh, you’re here too...” he hears a familiar voice say. 

He sees you standing by the door when he turns around and then he gets up and walks up to you. 

You start walking backwards but he is faster than you and before you know it you are standing with your back against the door. 

“I don’t know who you are and I don’t care who you are but if you are here to ruin things for me, spare your energy and go back to where you came from” 

You scoff at his words. 

“Listen here you prick, I got the memo this morning already! You don’t need to go on about that. But just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean you can treat me like this.” 

“Why are you here?” 

“Do I have to tell you about what I do with my life now too? Just get out of my way, I’m really not in the mood to argue” 

“Can you really see me?” 

“Then do you think I'm just talking to the air?" you answer, sighing heavily. 

Something doesn’t add up. 

You walk past him and go to sit on the other side. 

Jungwoo searches for a sign but there is nothing out of the ordinary. Even though he doesn’t trust you, he somehow knows you aren’t a threat to him. Which confuses him even more. 

“Could this be part of the assignment?” he thinks to himself. 

All he can do now is observe the situation so he decides to sit down too. 

For a while you both just sit there not saying anything, it’s strangely peaceful. Neither of you feeling anything. 

“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo says. 

“You are very rude, you know?” 

“I know, that’s why I’m apologising” 

When you turn to look at him, he is already facing you. The soft apologetic smile on his face makes your heart skip a beat.  

“It’s fine...” you say trying not to give away how much he affects you. 

“It’s not that I dislike you, I just thought- you were someone else” 

You nod at him not really knowing what to say, hearing his words makes you feel slightly better. 

As the misunderstanding is somewhat settled you slowly fall into a conversation, which goes on for hours into the night without either of you realising. 

Just like the time that is ticking away. 

The following days you still wait for him each morning but now he sits next to you and you spend your mornings with him before starting your day. And most evenings are spent on the rooftop, you meet practically every day but even so, there is never a dull moment between you two. 

You find out that you two had lived on the same road when growing up and even crossed paths when you still were in school. 

He understood your sense of humour that most people found lame. And there was always something to talk about. It just was so easy with him. Which made it even easier to fall for him. 

Jungwoo felt it too, he knew something changed. It was exciting and new to him...you felt different to him. 

-- 

He looks up to the publishing company in front of him. It was weird for him to be led to a specific place but he was sure he needed to be here for his next case. Not too long after entering, he finds the man he came for and he sees you sitting behind one of the many desks too. 

A rush of anxiety goes through his body at the thought of it being you he has to set up with him. So, he turns around and begins to walk out. But he knows can’t let personal feelings get in the way, no matter how much he dislikes it.  

He gets the little sachet filled with love and returns to the office. He looks at every move of the man after he has done what he needs to do. He can feel his heartbeat increasing with each passing minute. 

He sees him walk over to the row where you are sitting at. His fists have become white from how hard he is clenching them. But the man walks pasts your chair and goes up to a woman a couple of desks further.  

One thing leads to another and before you know it, he is down on his knee asking her to marry him. Jungwoo lets out the breath he was holding in this whole time. 

He feels selfish for being so happy that it wasn’t you, but at the same time, he can’t contain it.  

When you step out of the company that evening, you immediately spot your favourite smile across the street. Your heart does a little twirl when he tells you he has been waiting for you.  

“Can I take you somewhere?” he asks 

“Huh? Isn’t almost everything closed by now?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

You don’t even have to think about it, which confuses you. But at the same time, the question brings you peace as if it’s the most normal thing ever to trust him. 

You look at him and smile, “I do” 

He leads you all the way to the other side of the city. The further you get, the lesser the bustling of the evening gets. Almost as if you aren’t even in the same city anymore. 

Jungwoo leads you into a park. A look of recognition settles on your face when memories from high school come floating back. It had been ages since you last visited this place and you almost forget about it. 

After a while of walking in silence, Jungwoo turns to you with a huge grin on his face. 

“Close your eyes, please” 

You look at him with raised eyebrows and a playful smile but do as he asks. A couple of moments and warily steps later he tells you that you can look. 

A surprised gasp leaves your mouth as you look around. Endless bushes full of pink roses covered with a layer of thin ice come into view. 

“You like it?” you hear him ask 

“Yes, they are so beautiful” you answer as you carefully trace the icy petals of the flowers. 

You’re taking pictures when you look over at Jungwoo. He is standing surrounded by all the flowers. A soft smile is grazing his face and an unusual yet alluring energy is radiating off of him. You can’t take your eyes off of him so you decide to take a photo. 

What you don’t notice is how Jungwoo is slowly fading away on your phone. 

-- 

The pure joy on the elderly couple’s faces fills Jungwoo’s heart. Two people who had been searching for one another for more than 20 years while never giving up on their love for each other, could finally be together again. It was such an authentic form of love; one he was envious of.  

Maybe if the circumstances were different, he could have experienced it too. Spending a lifetime with one person... 

You enter his mind. 

Your curious eyes and the way you laughed at his jokes, or how cute you looked with your huge scarf that covered most of your face. He wouldn’t mind experiencing more moments like that, he wouldn’t mind at all if it was you. 

When he crosses out the elderly couple’s names, he notices he only has one more pair left. For some reason whoever, it does not make him happy. 

He was a step closer to his goal each day but something felt off, it seemed too good to be true. It was almost too easy. 

He puts the list away and strolls down the street, maybe he could see you again. 

And not much later, as if his heart led him to you, he sees you walking down the street. He hurries to catch up but then decides to stay a couple of steps behind you.   

Just as you reach the bus stop, you abruptly stop and turn around, catching him off guard. Jungwoo practically jumps in the air and you start laughing uncontrollably. 

“For fuck’s sake you almost gave me a heart attack” 

“That wouldn’t happen if you weren’t sneaking up on me, would it?” you ask, highly amused. 

“I was not sneaking up on you. I just wanted to say hi!” 

“Oh yeah of course”  

 “What are you doing here anyway?” you say as you pull your coat around you even tighter to keep yourself warm. 

“I was just in the area, are you cold?” 

“Yes, are you not? How come you are always dressed so lightly?” you ask him as you reach out to touch his cheeks. 

Jungwoo takes a step backwards but you still manage to cup his cheeks. He can feel your cold hands on his face and for the first time ever someone’s touch doesn’t go through him. 

He is at a loss for words, partly because he doesn’t understand and partly because it feels so foreign. It has been so long since he has physically felt anything. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say when you realise what you are doing.  

“No, no please don’t” you hear him say before he wraps his arms around you.  

“May I please hold you for a moment?”  

The mood suddenly shifts into something emotional, you both can feel it but you don’t acknowledge it. You allow him to hold you, sensing he needs it. 

Being in his arms felt safe, something like returning home.  

After what felt like ages, Jungwoo slightly pulls back and asks you if you have warmed up a bit. 

Not being able to look into his eyes, you nod while keeping your eyes on his chest.  

“You look so cute” you hear him say 

Now you were definitely feeling warmed up. His words made you feel butterflies all throughout your body. When you look up at him you see him looking back at you with his sweet smile. 

“You look cute too,” you say to him. 

He chuckles slightly and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. 

You stand there looking into each other’s eyes with hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

You see Jungwoo’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and feeling a bit confident after his compliment you start to lean in.  

You see Jungwoo’s smile get bigger before you close your eyes.  

Before he can lean in, he suddenly hears a ticking sound. When he looks up to see where it comes from, he sees the familiar number appear above your head. All the blood disappears from his face when he realises what it means.  

You were his last assignment. 

He pulls away from you in shock but also disappointment. Out of everyone it had to be you. 

You open your eyes when you feel him pull away and ask if everything is alright. The look on his face tells you it’s not but he doesn’t say anything. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I-I think I should go,” he tells you. 

It’s so clearly visible, there is only one day left. 

Before you can say anything else your bus arrives and he is suddenly nowhere to be seen.  

You reach for your phone to call him but you realise you never asked for his number nor that you have ever seen him use his phone. 

-- 

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he takes out his list but doesn’t unfold it. This can’t be right. It can’t be you out of everyone in this city. He wishes so desperately that he is wrong but he knows he isn’t. He saw the numbers above your head, just like he had seen them for every one of the people he had to bring together. Indicating how long he had to find the right person for them and complete his task. It was tricky at first but after the first few couples, he got the hang of it and it actually became something he looked forward to. Because the look on everyone’s faces after he sealed their love for each other, was priceless.

But not this time, every second that passes makes him want to stop. It doesn’t even matter if he can get his life back now because what was the purpose of it if you were not going to be there with him? But he has no choice, he has to if he does not want to disappear completely.  

The paper feels rough on his fingers almost as if it’s digging into his skin, mocking him for even hoping something would work out for him. He knew he should never have let his guard down for you but it’s not like he could prevent it. Not with you.  

But the harsh reality is staring back at him once he unfolds and reads your name. The golden letters shine under the city lights. Was this why everything seemed so easy? Because he would be backstabbed in the end? Was this the reason why only this mission was written in riddles? So, he could feel his heart crumbling down while he solved it? Was this all a cruel joke he had to pay for just because he wanted a second shot at life? 

Jungwoo looks up at the sky with tears in his eyes as his hand crumbles the paper into a ball. But no matter how much pain he feels, the world just goes on. The buzzing of the city doesn’t die down nor do the stars stop sparkling in the night sky. 

-- 

One more day and all of this would end. 

Strolling through the streets he sees everyone setting up the last bits of decorations for valentine’s day. Everywhere he looks he sees pink and red hearts, flowers and signs. He wishes he could be here for it, to see the full effect of his hard work. The streets would be filled with people in love, falling in love and wanting to love. 

You’d be too...once he completes his mission, you’d be loved by someone that you love too. You’d be happy...with someone else. You’d spend your days with that person from now on... 

No matter how much he tries to prepare himself for it, he can’t accept it. How could he when he was in love with you? How could he be okay with binding you to someone else while he will disappear from your life? 

The one thing that slightly calms down his wavering feelings is the fact that your partner’s name has not yet been revealed to him. While waiting does make him anxious, he feels comforted by the thought he doesn’t have to go out and find them just yet.  

Then he feels it again, the same thing he felt on the bus. Everything and everyone seems to stop moving, even the snow falling down has stopped mid-air. This time whoever something happens. Golden light surrounds him and disappears into his pocket. Once reaches down he pulls out the list and the parchment, both being lit up by the light. But no matter how many times he looks and rereads them, nothing about them changes. 

As he follows the beam of the light, he sees the same ticking clock that has appeared on his wrist. Four golden numbers reveal the same countdown he had seen that night with you. 

The world starts moving again and everyone resumes what they were doing. Yet again, no one else seems to have experienced what he just did. 

-- 

The bus stops right in front of him like it does every single day but none of it is the same. He hesitates to get on and almost turns back when he sees your face, smiling so brightly at him. He gives you a small smile back while getting on and walks towards you. Every step he takes feels heavier than the last one. The ticking of the clock becomes louder and louder in his ears. 

“You’re finally here! I missed you this morning”, he hears you say. Making all the noise in his head disappear. 

“Sorry, I missed the bus” he lies.  

The way you are looking at him tells him that you don’t believe him but you don’t pry further. 

“I want to ask you something”  

Jungwoo turns his head to you and smiles. But you can see the sadness in his eyes. It’s so intense that it makes your heartache.  

“What is it?”  

There are a million things you want to ask him but can’t bring yourself to. 

“Can I get your number maybe? I realised we never exchanged them and it would be easier if anything like this morning happens again...don’t you think?” you laugh awkwardly  

He chuckles before responding, “I’m sorry but my phone broke a while ago” 

“Oh! that’s totally fine...” 

Maybe he doesn’t want my number, you think to yourself. The familiar disappointing feeling settles in your stomach. Maybe he doesn’t like me that much after all... 

Jungwoo notices how your mood has dropped and it kills him to know it’s because of him. He didn’t lie to you, ever since the accident his phone had been broken... 

There is something he has been contemplating ever since he found out you were his last mission. Everything will come to an end if he does it. Everything he has worked for all of this time will vanish and leave this world like it never existed. 

He knows and yet he chooses you.  

“Do you maybe want to go on a date tomorrow? It’s Valentine’s Day...” he asks a bit unsure. 

With a bright smile, you look up at him and nod. 

“I’d love that!” you tell him. The feeling in your stomach turns into a million butterflies. 

-- 

03:00 

Jungwoo pushes his sleeve back up once he sees there are only three hours left for your binding. While it’s strange your partner’s name hasn’t shown up yet, he isn’t too worried because he has dealt with similar cases. 

He makes his way over to the door and grabs the handle, then hesitates. If he goes to you and the person you are meant to be with shows up, then he won’t be able to do anything but complete his mission. But if they do not show up, he’ll disappear right in front of your eyes once the timer reaches its end. 

Both of the options break his heart even more. 

Time passes by without him moving from his spot. Eventually, he lets go and goes back to sit down. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t do it.  

He takes out the parchment one last time. 

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation. 

A twist of fate, On the destined date. 

The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined,  

Your journey of one, six and eight.” 

The sun is setting already when he feels his wrist light up again. 

02:00 

You must be wondering where he is, he thinks. Your date was supposed to start half an hour ago... 

“Your journey of 1-6-8...168 hours?” he quickly takes out his list to see when he brought together his first couple of this year.  

Exactly one week ago. 

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation...But that doesn’t seem right? I didn’t hesitate with any of the bindings...” 

That’s when it hits him. 

“I hesitated to get close to y/n!” 

His wrist begins to hurt as the light seems to have become brighter. 

01:30 

You’re standing in front of the café you agreed to meet at. An hour has passed and you still see no sign of him. But you keep waiting with the bouquet of pink roses and the new phone you bought him, in your hands.  

“He will be here”  

01:00 

“The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined...The hour it’s all over! A blessing for y/n and a curse...for me?” 

So many things rush through his brain and he feels the blood streaming through his veins. His heartbeat is almost as loud as the cars passing by him. 

There is something he overlooked, something he completely disregarded in all of this. 

00:30 

“A twist of fate, On the destined date...” as soon as he reads out the remaining line, a sharp pain shoots through his arm. When he looks down, he sees the timer pulsating on his wrist.  

He grabs the edge he is sitting on as tightly as he can so he doesn’t fall off. He turns himself around and lets himself fall down on the concrete beside him. His hands are trembling uncontrollably and his breathing is staggered. There it is, the answer he has been looking for this entire time. Written in the same golden letters as your name and the clock. 

“Kim Jungwoo” 

He was the one fated to be yours.

00:20 

He gets up and sprints down as fast as he can, wishing with all that he has that you’re still waiting for him. 

00:10 

He arrives in front of the café but you aren’t there. He goes inside but you aren’t sitting at the many tables in the shop either.  

His wrist feels like it’s on fire and his lungs could give in at any moment, but he keeps running with the winter air hitting his face.  

00:05 

The tears running down his eyes disappear into the void before they reach the ground. He feels himself go weaker by the minute. Even his skin looks almost invisible. 

The bus stop is his last hope, it’s the only place he can think of and he so hopes he is right. The sounds around him start to quiet down and his surroundings become hazy. 

But he sees you so clearly. Standing at the bus stop like the very first time he saw you. 

“Y/n” he calls out with the last bit of energy he has left. 

00:00 

You turn around but there is no one. Only the occasional car passes by. The streets are as empty as you feel at the moment. For a slight second, you thought someone called your name, that he called your name. Maybe you just hoped for it... 

-- 

One year later 

“It’s that time of the year again everyone, love is in the air! And while this is a very happy day that we spend with a loved one, we’d like to remember the ones that no longer are with us. As they too deserve to be loved on a day like this. I’d first like to mention the devastating bus accident that happened exactly 5 years ago where a high school student named Kim Jungwoo, tragically left us after being hit by bus 32 while crossing the road. May he rest in peace and the people still mourning for him be given the strength to keep going forward. The second case we’d like to remember today...” 

You wipe away the tear running down your cheek while the radio beams through the bus. You're not even paying attention to what they're saying as you look at the seat next to you that is still empty. No matter how much time passes, there doesn’t go a day by where you don’t hope that he will get on and sit next to you. Tell you he is sorry for being late and flash you that smile you love so dearly. 

When you check the time on your phone, the photo you took of him is staring back at you. And a small smile appears on your face. “I’ll see you in a bit...” you whisper. 

After searching for so long, you found out where he went. For a long time, you tried to forget about him but you couldn’t. So, you searched for him everywhere. You resented him but you loved him. You couldn’t just let go thus you found him eventually... 

After ringing the bell you get off at the cemetery. 

You make your way through the different rows of headstones while you clutch the flowers tightly to your chest.  

You see a man standing at the place you were looking for. He keeps apologising for something and tears keep running down his cheeks. Eventually, you see him drop to his knees while letting out an agonizing scream. 

The sound of pure heartbreak in his voice is too much for you so you start crying with him as you can’t hold yourself back. 

After what seems forever you approach him and lay down the flowers in your hands.  

“Are you here for Jungwoo?” he asks you with a broken voice 

You slowly nod as you wipe your eyes. 

“Are you a family member? Oh, I’m sorry if I’m overstepping...” 

“No, I’m his best friend...”  

“Doyoung?”  

He looks up at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Do I know you?” 

“Jungwoo told me all about you” you explain. 

Doyoung looks at the headstone in front of him with a pained expression on his face. 

“Did he mention how I’ve been an awful friend?”  

You shake your head slightly and say, “actually he spoke very highly of you. He told me you were always there for him. And that he was glad he was able to meet a friend like you.” 

The tears keep falling down his face. 

“I don’t deserve to be remembered like that. Not- not after what I did to him...” 

“I’m sure he thinks differently. He never once spoke badly about you. He never spoke badly about anyone, to begin with...” 

“He didn’t...he loved a lot, too much sometimes.”  

“So, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like this, he wouldn’t have wanted it.” 

Slowly but surely, you both fall into a deep conversation about the one you held so dearly to your heart. 

“Could you tell me what happened, please?” you ask unsurely 

Doyoung takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands on his lap. 

“He got bullied all throughout high school. There was no reason for it but they never stopped...Jungwoo never liked conflict so he would just bear all of it on his own. I tried to be there for him whenever but in senior year this new girl joined and he suddenly changed. Jungwoo caught feelings for her and that just added to everything. She was part of that group and when word got out that he liked her, the bullying became worse. There were days he would end up in the hospital but even then, it didn’t matter to him because she cared about him. But that wasn’t the case because she is the reason he isn’t here anymore.” 

A fresh set of tears start to roll down his face. 

“He didn’t believe she had bad intentions. I-I should have stopped it....it was valentine’s day just like today, a few days before his birthday when she asked him to come help her because she was stuck at school. I warned him not to believe her and asked him not to go...but I didn’t stop him when he insisted. He said he just wanted to check if she was safe...I don’t know what happened inside but when I went after him, he was already running out while crying...he didn’t look good; they had hurt him. Then-then...he ran across the street...I was too late...I let it happen before my eyes...” 

You stroke his back in an effort to comfort him even though you barely can compose yourself. 

A heavy silence, only broken with an occasional snuffle settles in. 

“How did you know him?” you hear him ask after a while. 

“We both took the same bus home every day so we met naturally; it was spring when I saw him for the first time. I can’t believe it’s been a year already...It feels like yesterday when I went up to him-” 

Doyoung looks at you with a confused expression on his face, “What do you mean a year? Jungwoo has been gone for five years already...” 

You feel as if time has stopped yet again, your hands feel clammy and your head can’t comprehend what he is telling you.  

“That’s not possible...I even took this photo of him” you take out your phone again with shaky hands. But when you look down at your screen to show him, your phone falls out of your hand. 

He is no longer there.

[ticiie]

week 4: "I don't know what I'm feeling but there's a lot of it"

prompt from the off-season winter sport fandom challenge

length: 841 words

characters: Marco Odermatt, Loïc Meillard, Zoé Chastan, Gino Caviezel, Justin Murisier (mentioned)

author's note: happy 92 days anniversary of one of the best days in swiss sport-history! decided to take a few changes on it just because i can and also because i miss the ski himbos being happy himbos

Zoé's knees gave in the second Loïc had crossed the finish line. He had been the last one to start in the second run, Marco had already shown his best, leaving the third on the podium more than a second behind him and, now that it was official, so did Loïc. Her colleagues were too tied up with screaming in joy to understand the significance of Loïc's timestamp. But when Marco came running towards him, his force knocking them both over, one single mess of limbs and skis and happy tears, realization hit them with a sudden burst. There was no holding back. And Zoé was unable to stand, with all the pressure gone from one second to the next, all she could do was to cry. Many staff members came hugging her first before losing themselves in their frenzy. Through the veil of tears, she eventually saw her boyfriend’s face projected to the big screen. Behind them, volunteers started setting up the podium for the unofficial winners’ presentation. 

“Congratulations to this victory, Loïc Meillard and Marco Odermatt! How does it feel to be a world champion?”, the interviewer asked. The swiss fans were almost loud enough to drown her out. Marco was distracted by someone in the crowd, Zoé couldn’t tell who exactly he was waving at so eagerly, so Loïc took over answering. “Uh, I don’t know what I’m feeling but there’s a lot of it. I personally didn’t expect it to turn out like this, I was glad to have made it into the second run, let alone to stay first, I- I have no words.” 

“You really deserve it; your performance was incredible. What about you, Marco?” Loïc nudged Marco’s side to draw his attention to the camera and the journalist. His smile was bigger and brighter than the sun that was fighting itself through a layer of clouds. 

“Sorry, what was the question again?” 

Everyone laughed, including the interviewer. She showed mercy with the two athletes and only asked Marco this one question before they were allowed to leave the stage for a few minutes until the broadcaster was ready again. Marco and Loïc both hurried across fences and through the crowd of other athletes and operatives until they finally reached the spot their team had gathered. Zoé didn’t see how but Loïc managed to escape dying of suffocation and instead found her, wrapping her up in a bear hug. He was aware of the cameras that were probably pointed at them this very second but for once, he didn’t care about it at all. Having Zoé pressed to his chest, hearing the team rejoice, was enough to tear down each and every single wall inside of him. He felt the tears streaming down his cheeks. Marco wasn’t doing any better either and considering the fact the pressure on his shoulders had been quite a bit larger than what Loïc had experienced, it wasn’t a surprise at all to find him still standing, but sobbing. Zoé was the first to regain her composure. She let go of Loïc only so much she could look at him.  

“They’re waiting for you; you need to get back-” Loïc interrupted her with a kiss. Marco didn’t remember half of what followed, someone awarded him a flower bouquet and he assumed he had sung along the national anthem but he wouldn’t have wanted to bet money on that. His body acted on his own accords while his mind was somewhere else, still trying to wrap itself around the fact that Switzerland had just conquered not one, but two gold medals in a single race. He did as he was told, gave an interview here, smiled into a dozen cameras there, answered the same questions repeatedly when all he really wanted to do was to be with Gino and also Justin because victory tasted best alongside cheap beer and terrible music, he remembered that much from China. And finally, after what felt like an entire year, all TV stations uttered their contentment. Marco was out of the building in a matter of seconds. He had lost an overview on their obligations that followed a victory this big about two or three glasses of champagne ago and therefore had no clue where Loïc was. Marco had felt his phone vibrating in his pocket throughout the entire last interview and now found it covered in texts and pictures, all regarding the party that was going down in the house of Switzerland. 

Gino was waiting for him at the back entrance. He met Marco halfway once he saw him coming and didn’t miss another second to finally kiss his world champion. The world around them slowed down, allowing Marco to breathe. He felt nothing else than Gino’s lips on his, Gino’s arms around him, Gino, Gino, Gino. And when they parted again, their foreheads pressed against each other, both trying to savor every last fracture of the moment, Gino asked how Marco was feeling. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than this very second.” 

[enhypia]

HS ; couples

couples answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint really hard

words: roughly 1.4k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - heeseung speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and heeseung speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hi! i'm (y/n)

hello, my name is heeseung!

and we're together

we're couples!

[you guys were invited here today as couples for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

we are

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

let's go, i can't wait to drink

so you won't be answering the questions?

i mean, it's free alcohol

*hee shakes his head in disbelief

[how long have you been together?]

we actually just had our 3rd anniversary last week

so 3 years now <33

[how did you two meet?]

pffft- *(y/n) laughs

can we just choose pass

shot!

*hee offers the shot glass to (y/n) and both take a shot, laughing after

we're drinking this early on damn

we met through a mutual friend

i was brought as a wingman

i think you can guess how it went

[but how did you guys become a couple?]

we got closer after meeting and i think it was obvious to the both of us that we were interested in each other

yeah but it still took a lot in me to ask you out

he stuttered the first time he asked me on a date

did i?

*(y/n) laughs at the memory

you went "hey, so uh you wa-"

*hee cuts (y/n) off by squishing their cheeks

we don't need a reminder

*(y/n) swats his hand away

but it was cute, don't worry

*(y/n) pats his head making heeseung smile

[okay, how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

*(y/n) reads the card and chuckles

[was it love at first sight?]

it wasn't

like i said, i was supposed to be a wingman so in my head, they were already off limits

i don't believe in love at first sight so *(y/n) shrugs

[do you have/did you have doubts with us being together?]

goddamn *(y/n) drinks

*heeseung is wide-eyed

no honey, not like that, i will answer, it's just that i need the alcohol boost

*the shock goes away

i was about to shed tears not gonna lie

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

when i agreed to becoming heeseung's significant others, i had no doubts, i knew what i felt was true and i knew his was too. the doubts were mainly on myself?? like "what if he just wakes and he doesn't love me anymore" but everyday heeseung proves to me that that will never happen

*(y/n) smiles at heeseung

*heeseung looks away trying to hide the smile and blush appearing on his face and he takes a shot refusing to meet (y/n)'s eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[if i become a zombie and had to eat people to survive, would you stick by side?]

heeseung gets scared easily i don't think he will

but if it's you...

*(y/n) raises an eyebrow

wait let me think about this more clearly

see! *(y/n) laughs

*heeseung continues to think

omg just say no!

but it's you !!!

i know it's me but baby we both know you'll run the other way once i start to eat people

...... you still love me right?

yes heeseung, i still love you

*hee :D

okay! next question!

*he picks up a card and laughs

oh i like this one.

[would you date any of my friends?]

*(y/n)'s mouth drops in shock

*(y/n) ultimately decides to play with heeseung

i mean.. *(y/n) reaches for a shot

*the grin on his face disappears

yah!

*(y/n) bursts into giggles and takes a shot

yah~ !!

[would YOU date any of my friends?]

*hee's eyes narrows and takes a shot for revenge

*both laugh at their antics

the answer is no guys, i love his friends but they're pretty much like annoying siblings

sorry (y/n)'s friends, (y/n) is the only one for me

but i'm pretty sure someone who used to be in my circle would jump at the chance

really ?? who ??

*(y/n) gives the look

AH! -

*scene cuts as he says a name

moving on.

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[do you wish i offered to pay for more dates?]

MAN I WISH I COULD PAY MORE ON DATES

i like paying for our dates, but arguing with them is hard

yeah there was one time we spent 10 minutes bickering about who will pay, so we just made an agreement

we take turns per month, like for this month i'm the one paying for all the dates, then on the next month (y/n) will be paying

but everytime it's his month, he always tries to go out a lot, and when it's my month he opts to stay in

hehe

hEHE ??

*heeseung picks up a card and reads the question intently

*he is in deep thought

what is it?

[will you agree to an open relationship?]

ohhh

open relationship is when it's okay if you see other people right?

yup and i don't think i'd agree to it. you?

me as well

sorry im selfish, heeseung is mine, i do not share ;)

*heeseung laughs

yeah, sorry it's not for me, i don't think i can stomach seeing another one hold (y/n) , find your own

*(y/n) raises glasses to cheers and both take a shot

[it's okay not to drink if you answer]

yeah we know

but it's free alcohol

and drinking makes it more fun

*they hi-five

okay! next question,

[if i had to move away for many years, would you wait for me?]

yes.

wow no hesitations

yes i would wait for you

*(y/n) :O

yes

okay we get it

*they laugh

but i will, you're worth waiting for

your patience says otherwise

are you doubting my ability to wait?

do you hear yourself when you're playing?

that's with games, you're not a game, you're not something i play

*(y/n) blushes making heeseung laugh

shut up okay i get it

i also do not actually trust my patience

SEE ?!

*heeseung bursts out laughing

so instead of waiting i'd probably just go to them and/or visit them a lot

or just move in with me

*(y/n) avoids heeseung's stare

is this still related to the question or the present

huh? *(y/n) acts clueless

WAIT-

*camera cut

*we see both of them sporting a blush with big smiles on their face, and the alcohol evidently lessened

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

wah, i don't know what to ask

*he is thinking, everybody shut up

just keep it simple

no i want it to be hard

i can just actually follow the rules and drink instead of answering

*hee pouts

no you won't

*(y/n) :P

okay!

[did you like ... when we first met?]

oh the 'friend'?

yeah

*(y/n) drinks

*heeseung :O

*(y/n) xD

no heeseung, i did not like them, i really just saw them as a friend

ohh ouch sorry buddy

*they share a laugh

oh it's the last one

[question for both: what does loving each other feel like?]

awww that's a cute one, i'll go first

loving heeseung feels like the comfort your favorite songs bring you. it feels like the excitement you get whenever your favorite show releases a new episode. it's the deep sigh in content you release whenever you smell your favorite scent. it's just, loving him feels like everything your favorites make you feel.

*heeseung is not tearing up, definitely not, that's just sweat, he is also 100% not blushing, it's just hot

*he takes a shot and (y/n) laughs at his antics

now how am i supposed to beat that?!

let me be more romantic gosh

respectfully, no.

*both laugh

okay uhh, loving (y/n) feels like riding a rollercoaster. from all the emotions while waiting in line to exiting the ride. loving them is like the feeling of hitting a high note you previously couldn't. it's winning multiple prizes at the arcade. loving (y/n) is like the softness of a sunrise and the absolute wonder in staring at a night sky.

*(y/n) takes a shot not even bothering to hide their blush

why are we so cheesy and poetic when we're intoxicated damn

*heeseung laughs and agrees

forgive us if we're cringey

not our fault you're single

heeseung! :O

*he stays unapologetic

and that's it!

thank you for having us~

bye~

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a/n: sorry this took so long, i caught up with everything i missed in my classes, i'll try to update the series more frequently. i will also be posting timestamps later since it's been days since i last posted. i hope you also like this one!! jay's will be posted next, please look forward to it <33

[admiringlove]

ahahaha. this but with zhongli?

'there is no sun, there are so stars, there is no sea. nothing else exists when i'm lost in you, and you find yourself in me.'

- nikita gill.

(i'm crying if you do something like that zhongli timestamp again i will ask your hand in marriage)

things we love about love.

i’m so sorry this is so late lmao, hopefully i can make up for that with the writing <3

there is no sun, there are so stars, there is no sea. nothing else exists when i'm lost in you, and you find yourself in me.

— nikita gill.

morax, also known as the god of contracts and rex lapis, was the previous geo archon and one of the seven who presided over liyue. he currently wanders the world as zhongli, a consultant for the wangsheng funeral parlor, and goes by a plethora of names and titles, including the prime of adepti, the god of contracts, the god of commerce, the warrior god, and the groundbreaker. once a year, rex lapis descends during the rite of descension, giving guidance to his people for a prosperous year and dictating trade, which is the region's focus.

you? who were you?

an adventurer. that was all you were—until you stepped foot in liyue and attracted the attention of a certain funeral parlor's director. she was in the middle of fooling common folk into her tricks(well, more or less). you stepped in to help with the monsters at a ley line monolith, and then you fell to her tricks as well(something about a thousand mora per hour as pay). and then here you were, working behind a desk as a consultant at the same funeral parlor. you took customers sometimes, and it became like a home you never had(even though it's kind of dark to call a funeral parlor a home).

you don't remember how you fell in love with him, or how he fell in love with you. you do remember meeting him and immediately befriending him(well, not exactly, but we'll go with it anyway). you bumped into him in the office, face first into his broad chest as a scarlet tint took over your face when you looked up at him. you'd apologized, and then said you'd compensate by buying him dinner(to which he immediately agreed).

slowly, like the cherry blossom slowly growing back after winter to bloom and fall into your palms in the most beautiful way—you ended up in love with him and him with you.

what could you say about him if you were asked what you loved about him? anything you could say would probably be not enough, something like there are endless combinations of words to describe the amber-eyed man and you could never get the perfect one. he was humble, sincere, passionate, caring—and so, so much more. he was gratuitous, thankful for every little thing and not being afraid to say "thank you" out loud when you push over a cup of tea next to him, or when you hand him a book he almost forgot. he was earnest; having such depth of kindness woven into his words and actions, such tranquility in his actions, tenderness in his touch. his eyes always held this intelligent glow, full of curiosity and knowledge. somehow, he always had the answer to your questions. whether it be help with something to wear, a mathematical equation, or a historical doubt. his smile always had that little upturn that made your heart leap; it told you that he was everything you ever dreamt of and more, that he contained everything you could ever ask for. he was sincere—he took your bad days with your good, walk you through a storm or on a calm spring day. he didn't care about your highs or your lows. the fact that you were stubborn and refused to admit that your heartstrings lay in the palm of his hands, but you still hope that he catches you when you fall. like the moon and stars lighting up the night sky, zhongli lit up the velvety blankets in your heart like the lantern rite festival.

and you? what did you mean to him? what made him love you?

imperfections. all throughout the six-thousand years that he'd been alive, zhongli had noticed something about humans that he found very special and endearing. they all had imperfection—and while archons themselves had them too, he found it that every human was different. every imperfection was different. every imperfection was what completed a human being into being perfect.

the first time he saw you. he did notice that blush on your cheeks, the red embarrassment that flowed throughout your face made him feel something tug at his heart. what drew him to you in the first place?

your tendencies. the way you would blink a couple of times(and you looked as if you were voluntarily doing it even though blinking is an involuntary movement) after every time you spoke a few sentences. or the way you closed your eyes before every meal and inhaled the aroma surrounding you before you actually dug in. he remembers the first time he was over at your house, you'd apologized almost twelve to fifteen times for it being a mess(which it sort of was). there was laundry pushed off to the side, books, and files scattered on a corner table and the ottoman. the dinner table was probably the only clean space, and you were quick to set the curries and the noodles and rice up for him to marvel at your choices. he'd complimented you and thanked you for the meal before he begun eating, but when he looked up to see you(chopsticks mildly suspended in the sir with a piece of tofu that they held), your eyes closed and your hands joined together as you prayed silently and inhaled the delicious scent radiating from the foods on the table.

he loved every part of you. from your insecurities to the way you fought valiantly with a sword. he loved that you were stubborn, that you were stood up for what was right. he loved that you had a glimmer in your eyes whenever you rambled about something you were interested in, in contrast to his melancholic tones. he found it endearing that you liked to try new things all the time—from it being the new spicy curry in town that vendor chen came up with to fighting monsters you had never heard of.

zhongli and you, both, didn't think you could fall in love with someone such as one another until you met. until your worlds crashed together and you were pulled from one axis and put into another. it was coincidental—until it wasn't. until you wanted more and more of the other until you were in one another's arms and whispering sweet nothings. you never knew that an archon such as the great rex lapis had a heart of himself.

until you were in love with him yourself. and the great archon of geo himself didn’t think that he’d be head over heels for a simple human either. 

until he realized that he could willingly go through another six-thousand years if it meant he could have you alongside him. 

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[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

[2:47 PM]

Angels and Demons AU; Star Crossed AU

TW: Language

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

[Main Masterlist] | [Timestamp Masterlist] | [Star Crossed Tag]

I've yet to release any actual fics for Star Crossed, it's just a concept at the moment with a lot of random musings here and there about it in the tag

Star Crossed Quick Summary: You're an Angel and Jeno's a Demon. For the longest time, you were tasked with the impossible job of eliminating the other, until after eons of fighting, you both realized that the only person who'd ever understand them on a deeper level was them themselves and, well, turns out all that fighting was fueled by unrequited feelings. With that, you both decided to call it quits on the fighting and started dating instead. However, you both quickly find that the true struggle wasn't in the obvious cultural difference, the difficulty stemmed from living amongst humans and being sure not to be found out.

You hummed a soft tune while you dusted the shelves in the office room, the duster brushing over tomes older than recorded time. You felt your rings ruffle behind you before jutting out and slamming into something. Or, more accurately, someone.

"Argh..." Jeno shook his head, the area your wings slapped him on growing red.

"I am so sorry! They have a mind of their own," you quickly apologized.

"I don't blame them," he groaned.

"Remind me not to keep them tucked away for too long, they get fussy. They've been knocking things down all day."

"Are you sure that's them or just the fact that they're ridiculously large?" Jeno teases you.

"Oh, shush, like yours are any shorter, I didn't forget about when you just knocked over an entire fruit stand with them."

"Hey! If you just told me the spell to get rid of them, I wouldn't have to just make them invisible and blow our cover!"

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" You laughed. Jeno pouts, but shakes it off.

"Either way, I was just going to tell you not to touch that one," he points to one of the books. You turn to the shelf and look at the book.

"Do you mean the one that eerily glowing in red?" It was an intricate thing with chains being its primary design feature. When did that get there anyway?

"Yeah, if it's disturbed you could release a demon."

"And you're keeping that on our bookshelf?!" You looked back at him with wide eyes.

"Eh, it's packed pretty tightly in there so we should be fine," he waves it off. You stare at the book longer, it was almost like you could hear voices from it.

"Dare I ask who is being kept in there?"

"You don't want to know. Let's just say it took forever to get him in there, so it'll take forever for him to get out," Jeno frowns. "Oh, I also brought cookies!"

"Oooh! What kind?" You drop the duster and now notice the platter of cookies in his hand.

"Chocolate chip, made them myself!" You took a bite and hid the grimace. It was much too sweet than normal.

"What's the occasion?" You asked with skeptical eyes.

"No reason," Jeno waves it off with a sly look.

"Jeno. You can't go to that cooking class with Mark," you deadpan.

"What?! Why? I can handle myself!"

"Jeno. What is one of the staple ingredients to cooking?"

"Water?"

"Salt."

"Okay, and?"

"What do you mean 'okay, and?' You'll literally burn!"

"That's why I'm going with Mark! So he can handle that stuff,"

"And what are you going to do if their utensils are made of silver?"

"Well..." Jeno falls silent. "I did my research and they're usually made of steel!"

"Oh my... fine, fine! But, if anything happens, don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Yes! Nice," Jeno laughs. "I'll call you when I'm done! Mark's waiting outside."

"Just be careful, yeah?"

"Yes, absolutely, I'll be back before five!"

"Okay, just go already!" You waved your hand and Jeno shoots you a grin before ducking out of the house. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

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[kyotarou]

text me now - part 8

previous | masterlist 

title: end of the line; the start of something new

warnings: fluff, angst, cheesiness, mild swearing, making out

word count: 1.1k+

special notes at the end (be warned it’s pretty long)

It felt like the whole world was on your shoulders, pushing you deeper underwater. You couldn't breathe despite the crisp air, your lungs aching with every breath. What would be comforting silence was unbearable, especially when Tendou's eyes refused to meet yours, a hint of a scowl hiding beneath his forced neutral expression. It was a bad idea to invite him out, but he did agree to this. You sat on the soft grass of a park near school, watching the shiny blue ripples of the pond rock back and forth. Spring was supposed to be a time of clarity, but your mind was more muddled than ever. The sweet scent of fresh blossoms made your head spin and your stomach churn. More than anything, your heart felt heavier with each passing second. You were unaware Tendou shared the same weight as well.

With you beside him, he was at a loss for words. He was stuck in a cave of his unspoken thoughts, unable to see the light. He wasn't sure where to start or if he had the courage to speak. He pondered on Semi's words, cursing him for clouding him in that air of mystery. He glanced at you, chest growing tighter upon seeing your pained face. Could he fix things? 

Tendou took a deep breath.

He turned to you and all his thoughts slipped away. The words weighing on his tongue disappeared, leaving him with a blank slate and a frozen mind. You looked perfect like this, the slight flutter of your lashes as the wind kissed your cheeks, your fingers entwined in your lap—how he wished it was his lips on your skin and his hands tangled in yours. His cheeks grew hot in adoration and shame. He couldn’t believe he nearly let you go.

"(Y/N)..." Tendou immediately bit his tongue. He hadn’t mean to say that.

You turned toward him with a pained smile. "Yes, Satori?"

He could've melted right then and there. His name sounded so sweet on your tongue, so soft and fragile. You treated it with delicacy, a treasure to cherish. He wondered if you'd ever say it like that again.

He looked away. "I... I'm sorry."

"For avoiding me."

It wasn't a question, but rather a statement you both knew the answer to. Tendou was sorry for that, and he was sorry for himself for being blinded by his jealousy and rage. He hurt you and you still stuck with him. He was still hurting you now, refusing to give you any hint of the storm brewing within, all his feelings encapsulated in his fragile body, forcing their way out.

"How do you put up with me?" Tendou crushed a handful of grass. “I’m a piece of shit.”

Your eyes widened, brows furrowed in shock. "You’re kidding, right?"

Tendou let out a harsh scoff and shook his head. Of course he wasn’t. He’d rather you push him away, scream at him to leave, than have you toy with his heart. He wasn’t cut out for love, but he was than willing to try for you—no, with you. The question was, did you want that?

Of course you did, but he was oblivious.

Tendou gulped. "I've been terrible to you, (Y/N)."

"You're far from that."

"(Y/N)-"

"Satori." He jumped when your hand landed on top of his, gentle but firm. Despite your warm smile, he saw how frustrated you were. "Stop saying all those things about yourself. You’re a hell of a lot better than I am.”

His lips parted in shock, throat becoming tight while your grip loosened. You looked up to him—it made his chest swell with pride, but he also felt worse. You left him open to your next attack. You stretched him thin, made him soft, cradled his heart in your hands. You had the power to change him, to either create or destroy something great. Tendou had no means to defend himself. What could he do now besides listen? 

You made him vulnerable. You made him happy. You made him feel loved.

The storm inside him was beginning to creep through, the first sign being his thumb wiping the stray eyelash on your cheek. You saw everything—the regret and agony swirling behind his eyes, the slight quiver of his lip. For the first time, Tendou would no longer try to block anything or anyone; he'd bare all his feelings for you.

You let out a shaky breath. Your body had gravitated towards his, shoulders pressed against each other. He sensed the hesitation and fear behind your next words. "You're my first love, Satori. I want you to be my only love."

Tendou lost himself in your gaze, drowning in the endless adoration. Your noses were almost touching now, and he could feel your breath on his cheek. His line of sight flitted to your parted lips. He found himself leaning towards you until his skin was on yours. You kissed him, a wordless conversation shared between two pairs of entwined lips. Tendou didn't need them; his body did all the talking. Your hands snaked into his hair, his gently gripping your wrists. Your kisses were intoxicating, slow and passionate, and leaving him to ache for more. It was ten times sweeter than the accidental kiss now that he knew where your heart lay. 

The storm had finally escaped, but rather than a violent downpour, it was a ray of warm clarity and sunny skies. Your bodies felt lighter ten times than before, the tension on your shoulders lifted. You fit so well in his arms as did he, like the final piece in a complex puzzle. His movements continued to grow bolder until you lightly pushed him away with a grin, forehead resting against his.

A heavy fog clouded his mind, but one thing was clear; he could do this for the rest of his life. He was speechless but satisfied, a grin tugging at his tingling lips. Tendou already craved the feeling of yours on his, and he longed for when he could do it again, though he knew it would be soon. The four words that followed after solidified the warmth that spread within, a sense of content and harmony in his previously nerve-wracking day. 

“I love you, Satori.”

His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you against his chest. He didn’t mind if you could feel his thumping heart. If anything, he wanted you to—only you could make him feel this way. Tendou was glad his guesses had been wrong for once. Your heart belonged to him, and his to you. 

He kept his nose pressed against your cheek, smiling. The tips of your ears grew hot when he placed a featherlight kiss on your jaw, all ounces of shame and uncertainty washed away.

"I love you, too, (Y/N)."

“So-” You murmured against his temple, fingers slotted between his. “Turn this into a real date?”

He grinned. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

a/n: okay...where do i begin? i started this smau back in january after i reblogged a fic title game and an anon sent in “text me now with a member of shiratorizwa.” i chose tendou and thought it was a cute idea. i even said that it’d be a great smau but had no intention of doing anything with the idea, until @theuntamedmulti reblogged and said she wanted this potential smau to exist—and out came this series.

tbh i was really excited but also hesitant. the last series i tried to make when i first started my blog ended up being deleted and discontinued. i’m really bad at completing series in general, so to have this one be a success is a huge accomplishment for me.

i remember finishing all of the smau parts within a span of 2-3 days (which is why some of the timestamps are set in january lol).

as cliche as this sounds, this series has a very special place in my heart. i am very thankful that so many of you enjoy this smau, even if it’s quite short compared to several others. thank you so much for your support. thank you to the anon who sent in that ask, this couldn’t have started without you. thank you to vivian, aka @theuntamedmulti​ for giving me that little push to start this.

i love you all <3

taglist (closed): @zozodreamy @theuntamedmulti @tsukkim0on @elianetsantana @dekustowel @aideen00 @justfandomlover @rogueofbullshit @giogama08 @squiddlie @captaincyberqueen @kutozume @nachotrash @ems1des @ish-scribbles @salty-satan @darkmbti @rintarosslut @zbops @dumbb1tc4 @candyyrushh @ro-ro-noa @aghasetzen @fi-chanwrites @tobiosaphrodite @panflowerlii @shinah-satoru @lucacangettathisass @maneazuasahi @bokutosbabyowll @fantasycantasy

series completed.

[inessencedevided]

(You can find the set that this gif belongs to here 💙)

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES: When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours

I was tagged by @aheartfullofjolllly. thank you so much Pat! it was really fun to reflect about my own process 💗 You can find her post here and @lan-xichens' post that started it all here :)

Also thank you @huigusu 🥰 (who tagged me for my nie brothers set) I'll get to that one in a few days!

Now Pat gave me two sets to chose from to show my process, so obviously I chose the more complicated one :P

I only work in Photoshop CC 2018. I know that there are programs out there for easier cutting and sharpening but I have only just figured out how to do that in PS and I am too lazy to figure out any other programs right now xD

1. Idea and Planning

This set, like most of my sets with lyrics started with me reading the poem, clutching my heart and going "oh shit this fits my favourite characters!!". The idea actually started with me thinking that the first stanza of the poem would go really well with wwx during the burial mounds arc. Then I realized that the last stanza fits lwj better than him and from there came the idea to contrast the both of them next to each other. This is when I realized I wanted to do a dark-light contrast set, though I did not know that I would go with red and blue at that time. My idea in the beginning was just to do a black and white set

I was really impressed by how Pat said that she plans her sets around exact timestamps. Because I don't do that at all ^^ I just get ideas for which scenes would fit (in this case the wwx burial mounds scenes and lwj's kneeling and punishments scene) and then I watch the scenes to narrow them down.

Back when I made this set, I still used a screenrecorder (AceThinker Screen Grabber Pro to be precise. They have a test version that allows you to record up to 3 minutes) and recorded the scenes I needed from Netflix. This worked well enough but now I have the entire show saved on an external drive and it makes a world of difference when it comes to gif sharpness

Now, in this case I had to repeat this step once because when I was almost finished, I realized that I wanted a gif for the lwj corner but let's pretend I didn't do that and that's the way this gif was always going to look because otherwise this post will be way too long ^^

2. Creation

Short disclaimer: The creation process for this gifset was anything but linear. Multiple effects I used here were things I had never tried before. I just had a vague idea and tried to realize it through trial and error. So whenever I say "then I did xyz", it is implied that I ultimately went back to that step several times and changed stuff ^^

I started with the Wei Wuxian part of the gif. I usually use a frame rate of 0,06 (with some variation depending on gif length and size). I work in timeline so I converted all the layers to a smart layer. Then I resized the gif into a square, leaving big chunks of the gif empty (as can be seen below.) I flipped the gif horizontally, so he is looking inwards. This was simple because I felt it fitted the composition better. Then I imported the Lan Wangji part of the gif, again with a frame rate of 0,06. (Image 2)

After that I created a layer for masking in a separate PS document by rotating a square until it was point down (is that a rhombus?). I sized it to match my gif (540x540 pxl) and copied it over. (Image 3) a bit of masking magic and ta da! There's the basic layout (Image 4)

I put a layer of solid black behind wwx to get rid of the transparent bits (Image 5) and then started adding more white and black to both sides by adding solid whit and black layers that i put masks on and changed the opacity as i needed (Image 6)

("reading" direction: from the upper left to the lower right corner)

Then I fiddled with the colours a bit. The first thing I always do is using the curves layer to get more contrast. Then I use the colour balance tool and the selective colouring tool to get rid of that cql-typical cyan tint after that it's just trying to have it look "natural" while the colours still fit the overall scheme. This was difficult here because wei Wuxian’s side of the gif was very dark and when i turned up the saturation to see which colour dominated it was a very weird mixture of multiple colours. That's when i decided that I'd just go with red on his side, since lwj's side was already so blue and those to look great as contrasts.

After that just came a lot of fiddling with selective colour layers and brightness and contrast unti I has happy. There really wasn't much to it ^^. (Image 1)

After that I added the text. I knew I wanted the two lines to for a square of some kind. So I tried different fonds until I arrived at the one below. The two lines are in seperate layers so I could move them around and change the spacing between the letters until I was happy with the layout. I also changed the layer mode for the text to "difference" (is that what it's called in english? my PS is set to german sorry ^^), keeping their colour white. (Image 2)

I originally hadn't planned adding anything else but I felt like the gifs (plural because I switched between the gifs of this set) was still kind of empty and lacking, so I added the tear down the middle (a tutorial for that is either coming up later or already posted. I recently got an ask for this :)) (Image 3)

It still felt empty after that, so I tried different overlays. Okay no, first I wasted a lot of time on different free image sides but then I tried out different ones until I chose the one you can see in the finished gif. I liked that one because a) I felt the round shape was a nice contrast to all the straight lines already there and b) because once I applied a black and white filter to it and switched the layer setting to "difference" (again, i hope this is the correct translation) it looked a bit like a moon. (Gif at the top)

("reading" direction: from left to right)

And that's it! :)

Although in general, these gifs took so much fiddling! I went back and forth between them a lot and sometimes almost redid the entire thing because I had no idea what I was doing in the beginning and by the time I noticed an error, the only way to fix it was ti redo everything. So yeah, this set definitely is the the one that took me the longest out of all the ones I've posted so far.

3. Posting

I save all my gifs to my drafts first to see what they look like put together and to check if they look any different on mobile. Usually i do this several times and change stuff until I'm happd enough with it to hit post. Once i am happy enough, i can't hold back. Doesn't matter if it's at a time when nobody is online, i hit post 😅

And that's it!

Tagging:

@lanwuxiann for this gifset (I adore it so much. I've looked at it and read it severat times since you posted it and the poem just kills me every time!)

@suibianjie for this gifset (The combination of static images and gifs in your gifs is always absolutely perfect! This one is only my favourite of yours because the light coming from behind wwx is just so pretty!!! ^^)

@sweetlittlevampire for this piece (It was soooo hard to pick a piece of yours because I have so many favourites! But this one is just so out if this world, I want to know how you worked that magic :D)

@wei-gege for this set (sparkling shijie! 😭 that set is so incredibly beautiful! I love how you matched the colour of the overlay with her dress!)

@purplexedhuman for this set (your gifs are always incredible! I chise this one because it showcases both your colouring skills and some really intricate effects)

If any of you have already been tagged or don't have the time or energy for this, obviously no pressure to do this at all! 🥰

(btw, I originally tried to place the actual text of this under a "read more" cut but somehow it always messed with the order of the images, so this ended up as a rather long post. sorry!)

[shihozaki]

Heyo I would like to request a haikyuu match up❤️

General facts:

I'm luri a 21 old, female, hetero, ESTP/ESFP, aries, Gryffindor. I have an undercut hairstyle. (length kinda like ushijima so my profile picture isn't that accurate anymore)

Basically I'm a open and humorous person who likes to laugh :) I don't have a particular fashion style, I wear mostly everything from sweat pants and Hoodie with sneakers to mini skirt or rockabilly dress with high heals. I have no favorite color but I don't like pink...

Personality/character :

When you first meet me I am nice, polite but rather quiet. Knowing each other better I am very direct and straight out with my emotions of any kind. Whether I'm mad, sad or in a good mood. Even then I'm quite humorous. I am like an open book for most to read as you can tell by my nonverbal body language what I am like right now. I can get very aggressive and angry if someone is stupid towards me or starts a fight with me or my friends. On the other hand I speak before I think without any filter ... And I only notice that afterwards... But if someone points my inappropriate behavior out to me I would apologize immediately :)

- I'm a very helpful and nice person. I would do everything for my friends and family if they ask

- I'm a good listener. And because of my own family history I know If someone’s having a bad day and needs emotional support.

- I'm really good in organizing things

- I'm faithful and loyal. If you mess with me or my friends I will fight everyone.

- I'm to stubborn and straight forward. When I have a goal in mind, I don’t give up so easily. It can also backfire.

- I speak before I think. So I may say inappropriate in front of others...

- When I'm interested in something, sometimes I just focus on it and only want to talk about it, which can really get on others' nerves

Hobbies:

My hobbies are

producing my own little video clips or drawing,

I like to bake, and

practice my Krav Maga skills (Israeli Military Self-Defense Technique) :)

I can play violin but I don't get any lessons anymore :)

I am interested in technology especially IT and love to make, build and program things and websites myself.

I love helping with repairs on the house, but also building furniture, as well as electronics and electrics.

What I dislike about people:

-I don’t like being underestimated by my intelligence and physical strength and behaving towards me as if I were a fool.

Fun facts:

-I have an extreme visual defect (nearsightedness) + I can't see in three dimensions, so I'm kinda blind in some way xD

(if I don't wear glasses it's as if I see my surroundings as a picture...)

- so basically I'm looking for a guy who shares my humor and is able to handle/accept my flaws :) and he shouldn't underestimate me.

- I think I would go to Karasuno.

- in my opinion I'm a Iwaizumi kinnie :)

- I love movie soundtracks! the whole soundtrack, original music from the composer + epic soundtracks from two steps from hell, audiomachine, John Williams, Hans Zimmer, Rachel Portman etc.  So they are my favorites(recently my favorite soundtrack is the whole haikyuu soundtrack!).

But i also have pop and rock on my playlist along with some electronic songs and classic music. So basically a bit from everything :) 

- I can't handle horror. I am a upfront person and straight forward but I'm such a softie BUT can't handle anything with horror (like movies or dungeons) xD

- in the HQ universe: I think I would be a senpai for the third years. I like the thought of visiting them for their weekend practice and film their activities :) and I'm kinda into being the older one in a relationship :) but I don't have to. But I also like the thought of being a third year and watch them play and record them. (I don't want to choose a high school, but my favorites are Karasuno, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani. But I think I'm a Iwaizumi kinnie.)

Love language & what I look for:

- When I'm in a relationship with my boyfriend I would spoil him physically(massages) , with gifts and emotional equally (showing up ar his work place, preparing dinner, organize quality time in front of the TV with cuddling and watching favorite movies, etc.)

- I look for a guy who match with my humor or at least doesn't hate it

- I like it when guys handle my flaws and are ok with them

- I would take everything as a date. City trip, shopping if it is shopping for technology or Mangas, movie date (without horror), just stay at home :)

Soooo I hope that's not too much information, and I hope I included everything you need :)

Thank you in advance ❤️

I pair you up with Ushijima Wakatoshi!

- So you used to go to Karasuno High, becoming very good friends with the volleyball team. Even after graduation, you occasionally visited the team.

- One day, when you had visited the baseball team’s practice, Hinata and Kageyama had gone on a run and hadn’t come back for while. You offered to look for them and went on your search. You found them talking to the famous number one ace in Japan. He asked you for his number after you tried to drag the boys away.

- You started texting him after that, and surprisingly, you guys quickly became friends! He found your “wear your heart on my sleeve” personality very amusing, while you found his “I swear I’m laughing on the inside” personality amusing. You guys went into a relationship pretty quickly too

- He was surprised that you were older then him- he thought you were younger at first. In fact- that’s what his teammates thought too

- Adores your talking. Since Ushijima is a man of few words, he loves listening to you talk about your recent obsessions. He find you admirable for being extroverted and finding what you love.

- He doesn’t think you have any flaws? Like he doesn’t seem to find any but even if you do have some, why would that matter? He believes that humans were meant to have flaws. And he thinks “flaws” are just “special personalities”.

- He’s surprisingly very soft and warm towards you. He says it’s because he’s comfortable around you. He tries his best to be a good boyfriend too, by always trying to spend time with you. He gives you his full attention.

- He does have humour- but he just says them in a straight face. Which makes you crack up even more.

- Loves you taking care of him. Your little massages and your little gifts make him feel fluttery inside, and poor boy doesn’t know how to react. He gets so cute when he’s silently flustered.

Overall you guys are both very straightforward and dominating couple, where each of your teams make fun of you guys for being whipped at each other :)

Scenario: First meeting!

‘Where did they go?’ You thought as you wandered around the streets. You should have know that Hinata and Kageyama would get lost- they weren’t exactly the brightest. It was still odd, they couldn’t have gotten that far. ‘Don’t tell me…’ You thought before running to the Shitatorizawa school. You made your way to the field, and there they were. Hinata, Kageyama, and… Ushijima? They were standing beside the door to the Shiratorizawa’s gym. As you got close to them, you could hear Ushijima talking about someone named Oikawa..? It didn’t matter. “Hinata! Kageyama!” You yelled. “The team is waiting for you, what are you doing here?” Hinata and Kageyama immediately turned to you, there faces filled with determination. “We were talking to the ace!” Replied Hinata. You quickly bowed. “Sorry about them, I should have supervised them correctly.” You motioned for Hinata and Kageyama to follow you back to Karasuno. As you were about to leave, your hand was pulled. You turned around, your face meeting with Ushijima’s. “If it isn’t too much to ask… May I have your phone number?” Said Ushijima in a monotone voice. He looked away to the side after, as if he was embarrassed. It was surprisingly cute. You blushed, then took his phone and punched in your number. He quickly thanked you and went into the gym. You turned back, your heart beating faster and faster. “What- he- you can’t- why did you-“ Hinata stuttered while blushing and pointing at you. “Are you dating Ushijima now?” Asked Kageyama. You became even more red from the blunt comment. “No…” You replied, walking towards Karasuno high with the boys trailing behind. ‘Not yet.’ You thought with a smile.

Song: Miss Independant by Ne-yo!

Thank you for requesting, I enjoyed writing this. The episode this scenario is based on is episode 1 from Season 2 (Timestamp 13:30). Please let me know what you think about it, and I hope to see you again soon :)