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uwumessenger · 4 years ago

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random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

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bihansthot · 5 years ago

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Well would you look at that? Two Bi-Han requests in a row! This truly must be what heaven looks like and I don’t know what I did to deserve such a gift but I am LIVING for this right now.

Thank you so much @sapphirenightsworld for requesting this, I had such a great time writing this! It was pretty challenging to write Noob as a bottom since the man screams top (to me at least). I think I figured out out though. :) So, under the cut is about 5 1/2 pages of Noob being a drunken, bossy, sassy, loud and demanding mess of a bottom. It’s probably a bit OOC for Noob, but hey alcohol. I hope you guys enjoy it, please like, reblog and comment if you do enjoy it, encouragement keeps me motivated.

Also please feel free to send me more requests! I know some of you might be put off by me not taking anonymous asks anymore, but please keep in mind you can always DM and I will keep them anonymous. As always Tomoka Land is a judgement free zone, just like I am so I’m never going to judge you or think poorly of you just because you might have an unusual request. :)

Time for another Chinese lesson from a Japanese speaking dinosaur! LOL I consulted the Elder Gods (aka google) and Reddit for all the Chinese in this fic so, it should be pretty close to what modern Chinese people actually speak.

qīn : bae/term of endearment

Tā mā de : fuck

duìbùqǐ : sorry

qǐng : please

lái ba, cāo wǒ : come on, fuck me

Wǒ cāo, gǎo shénme fēijī : what the fuck

Gèng duō : more

“Fuck me,” the wraith rasped huskily as he stumbled backwards falling awkwardly back on the bed you shared with him, -when he actually stayed-.

“Wh-what?” your words get stuck in your throat as you feel your mouth go dry at your lover’s demand.

“I said fuck me. What’s wrong? I thought English was your first language; did you suddenly forget, or are you getting old and losing your hearing?” He leans up on his elbows, giving you a lopsided grin as he stares intensely back at you.

A shiver runs down your spine as you meet his unnatural, milky white eyes, “Noob we’ve never, I mean not like this, I uh. Fuck. Come on stop messing around.”

“Did I stutter? I’m serious. Fuck. Me.” The wraith repeats slowly and deliberately, a difficult task given his current state. “You never shut up about how good my cock feels in your ass. ‘Ah! Please Noob fuck me harder! Oh! Your cock is so big! It feels so good in my tight ‘ittle, fuck, little hole!’ I want to know what I’m missing.” The former cryomancer’s slurs punctuates his sentences with loud over-exaggerated moans as he shoots you a defiant and challenging look.

“Noob you’re drunk, stop teasing me and go to bed,” you sigh loudly while pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. You feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment before mumbling, “I’m not that loud.”

“No, you’re louder qīn, besides Death has no need for sleep,” he retorts smugly as the grin on the wraith’s handsome face grows wider. He tugs his casual black shirt over his head, leaving on only a pair of dangerously low-slung sweatpants which did absolutely nothing to hide the shadowmancer’s prominent erection.

You groan in frustration as you feel your cock stirring in your pants as his perfect chest is suddenly on display. The sweeping expanse of dark, ashy skin stretched tightly over his muscles seemed to make his pecs and abs bulge and strain even more, you can’t help but lick your lips as your eyes trail hungrily over his flawless body. “Death is going to be pissed at me in the morning when his ass is too sore to sit down,” you grumble ruffling your hair in frustration as you wrestle with your choice.

“You dare defy your Emperor?” Noob Saibot growls as his milky eyes narrow and his lips purse tightly in frown.

You throw your arms up and let out an exasperated groan, “what brought this on all of a sudden? You’ve never once offered to bottom, in fact I’m pretty sure you’ve told me ‘don’t ask, I don’t fucking bottom for anyone’ on more than one occasion.”

“Tā mā de” he curses in frustration before adding “I’m too fucking drunk to top, unless you want me to fuck you like my pathetic little brother would. I’m not that fucking disgrace to my name though and I want more than just a blow job, so fuck me,” he demands as he glares at you. It takes him two or three attempts to finally hook his thumbs on the waistband on his pants as he pushes them down. The wraith groans loudly as his cock is exposed to the cool air around him, he rakes his hand over his toned body before wrapping his hand around his leaking member.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him teasing himself on your bed. Little whimpers fall from your lips as you palm yourself through your increasingly constricting pants. It was cheating for him to speak Chinese and he knew it; you don’t understand much of it yet, but there was something that made Noob seem even sexier and more irresistible whenever the cocky jerk used his native tongue. The words make you shiver with desire as you find yourself taking slow, hesitant steps toward the wraith still wrestling with yourself on whether or not it was worth giving into his demands. It had certainly crossed your mind more than one time what it would be like to fuck the wraith instead of always taking it up the ass for him, but you still had to weigh your decision carefully as a pissed off shadowmancer was not something you wanted to deal with in the morning.

“You’re not going to get this offer a second time,” he groans swiping his thumb across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum messily around the tip. He bites his lip to stifle a little moan as his hips buck up into his hand, “fuck me,” he repeats, his raspy voice sounding hoarser and almost needy. “Stop being such a little bitch about it,” the wraith adds.

You make up your mind as you let out a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding as you disrobe hastily, cursing as you almost trip and fall trying to pull your pants off. A few seconds later you do trip, falling on top of Noob Saibot as you shoot a glare over your shoulder at his clone mocking you from behind, you swear you can see the shadow smirking at you. You let out a loud moan as you straddle the wraith’s hips. Your cock rubs up against his and your lips find his in a quick and sloppy kiss. You whine into his cool mouth as your tongue licks along the roof of his mouth before tangling around his. Noob’s mouth is relentless and dominate. You grunt when, in his drunken, sloppy haste, his teeth click against yours painfully. You try and change the angle of the kiss but find your head immobilized by the wraith’s strong hand gripping your hair painfully tightly. The wraith nips and bites at your lower lip before snagging it painfully between his sharp teeth causing you to yelp in surprise as blood wells freely in your mouth before being greedily lapped away by Noob’s cool tongue.

He groans against your searing mouth as he sucks incessantly on the wound, making sure not even a single drop of blood goes to waste. Noob’s hips roll up against yours before finally releasing your abused, swollen lip, “Well? What are you waiting for? Get on with it!” He barks out running his tongue along his lower lip and grinding his cock up against yours.

The action pulls another low cry from your lips as you look down at him, noticing that his eyes look somehow even more unfocused than usual as he tries in vain to blow his short hair out of his face. You frown at him as you press you hands down firmly on his thrusting hips, “it’s not like I can just stick it in ya know? We need lube not to mention you need to be stretched, it can be pretty painful and a lot to handle the first time, though I’m not quite as blessed as you are.” You roll your eyes at his demanding, almost child-like behavior as you lean forward to grope around on the nightstand for the bottle of lube.

Noob narrows his eyes at you, “is that a challenge? You think I can’t handle the pain?” He bares his teeth in a feral grin as he holds his thumb up to your face, at a speed you can barely even follow he brings his other hand up to snap the digit back with a sickening crunch, cleanly snapping the bone in half.

You wretch as you feel bile rising up in your throat as you hastily cover your mouth with both hands and squeeze your eyes shut as you try and take slow deep breaths. After a few moments you crack one eye open to look down seeing Noob’s hands both folded lazily behind his head, “Jesus fucking Christ Noob, can you not? I get it, you’re a badass assassin, ok, but fuck, that was unnecessary and disgusting.”

The shadowmancer gives you an infuriating smirk, “your cock doesn’t seem to care, in fact I can feel it twitching and dripping more.” He pulls his hand with his newly broken thumb from behind his head and brings it down to rub it over the opening at the tip of your cock running it through the translucent fluid.

“F-fuck. Ugh. That’s so gross. Stop it Noob. Do you want me to fuck you or what?” you growl at him, surprising yourself with how strong and forceful your demand comes out.

Noob Saibot pouts at you like a five-year-old that just got caught stealing a cookie as he pulls his hand back and tucks it neatly behind his head again. “Fine,” he huffs before muttering, “duìbùqǐ.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re sorry,” you mutter to yourself as you frown and take a deep breath, not entirely sure where to begin with Noob. You’re no stranger to stretching yourself, but you can’t remember the last time you had your finger’s in someone else’s ass, let alone death incarnate. You blow out a shaky breath, feeling your whole body trembling with a mixture of trepidation and arousal as you decide to take it slowly, you’d rather have Noob yell at you in Chinese tonight than have to deal with him in English in the morning. You lean back onto your knees earning a forlorn whine from Noob as he no longer has your cock to buck up against. Slowly the noise becomes a breathy gasp as you lean down lazily as you draw your tongue down behind Noob’s balls, nipping at his perineum before circling your tongue languidly around the puckered ring of muscle. He looks so different like this, relaxed with his eyes half closed, hair a mess falling all over his handsome face as his nose crinkles up at the unfamiliar sensation. It’s a sight you are determined to memorize knowing full well you’d probably never get to see it again, at least not without his cock in your mouth.

The wraith makes a noise you’d never heard from him before, it sounded like cross between a sharp inhale and a loud whine. You can’t help but grin and feel a sense of pride at earning such a rare display of vulnerability from the shadowmancer. You look up to see the Noob panting slightly as he threads his fingers into your hair gently nudging you forward.

You drag your tongue over the pucker again before wiggling your tongue inside the tight ring, smirking against Noob as you feel a shudder run through the wraith’s body. You pull back to nip at his inner thigh before licking a thick stripe across his quivering hole, teasingly tonguing the underside of his balls before swirling your tongue around the wraith’s pucker again.

“Ah! Un! Nng! Tā mā de! Ah! Qǐng! Q-qǐng!” Noob moans and cries as your tongue slips inside the wraith’s tight entrance again, licking him open with long hard strokes. He gasps loudly as you work the organ all the way in as his hands tighten painfully in your hair and his thighs tremble.

You reluctantly pull back deciding that maybe a rim job was a little too intense to start with as you pop the cap off the lid to the lube and smear it on to your fingers. You press your wet finger against the wraith’s entrance as you circle the tight pucker between his perfectly muscled thighs.

“S’different an stickier than your tongue,” he slurs out before wriggling around as your finger works its way inside the still tight ring of muscle. Noob leans back a bit, fingers combing through your hair before settling at his sides, “it’s weird.”

You chuckle softly and press the digit forward slowly, set on taking your time, making sure you don’t hurt the drunken mess beneath you. You bite your lip as you force yourself to ignore your aching erection, which is steadily dripping pre-cum against Noob’s chiseled thigh and focus on opening the wraith up. He’s still impossibly tight though, he hadn’t been bluffing at the beginning of your relationship when he forcefully insisted, he was a top and only a top.

You snicker softly at the low whine Noob tries to bite back a cry as your finger breaches him, his milky eyes are closed tightly as he tries to process the sensation of being penetrated that you’re so familiar with. He bites into the palm of his right hand as you work a second finger unto his unforgiving tightness, as he tries in vain to quiet himself. “Ah, tā mā de!” he curses, “why does that feel so fucking weird! That can’t be right, you must be doing something wrong. Fuck me properly.” His demand seems less confident as you start to wiggle your fingers around in his tight ass, trying to loosen the tense muscles clamping down so hard around your fingers.

“Relax Noob, it’s only going to hurt if you keep this up. You might not have had fingers up your ass before, but you know how tight my ass is when you try and work your gargantuan cock in it. You have to relax and get used to it.” You fuss at him, already frustrated that it seems to be so difficult just trying to stretch him with the way he’s squirming. “Fuck,” you pant out as you pull your fingers out slowly before pushing them back in, you crook them in search of Noob’s prostate. You can feel the wraith jolt under you as you twisted your fingers in and out. You’re determined to make sure you stretch his tight hole until he’s a panting, wet mess -revenge for all the times he’s done it to you- as you sink a third finger in.

Noob can’t stop himself from choking on a sob and shuddering violently as he throws his arm over his face in an attempt to cover up his flushed, embarrassed expression. “Unnnghh. Q-qǐng,” the wraith pleads, his raspy voice thick with lust as he tentatively bucks his hips against your fingers.

Even in your wildest dreams you had never imagined Noob would beg for more and the sight made your cock ache harder than you thought possible. You start to stroke your cock slowly as your fingers twist and screw out of the wraith’s tight ass, you gasp loudly as you feel the delicious pressure of your hand squeezing your cockhead, trying desperately not to get too wound up. You work your fingers in and out over and over, scissoring your fingers open and close stroking the wraith’s prostrate with each stroke.

Soft little whimpers fall from the wraith’s parted mouth as he grinds himself against your fingers. “L-lái ba, cāo wǒ,” he demands in a shaky tone as he wraps his strong legs around your torso and nudges you closer.

“F-fuck, shit. Ah! Fine, fine. Hold on a minute,” you fumble with the bottle of lube again, hissing as you squeeze the cold liquid all over your cock. It’s such an odd sensation, you aren’t used to being the one with lube all over your dick, it wasn’t all in all unpleasant, but it definitely makes you pause momentarily.

“Ah! Wǒ cāo, gǎo shénme fēijī,” Noob cries out at the sudden loss of your fingers, he grits his teeth and squirms under you as his legs nudge you closer and closer.

You look down at the panting mess beneath your, Noob looks wrecked and you haven’t even fucked him yet, you’re so tempted to make him beg the way he so often does to you, but your desire to be inside the wraith wins out for now. “Let me know if you need me to stop,” you rumble softly against his ear before pressing a light kiss beneath it. You brush your thumb idly along Noob’s prominent hip bone as you line your cock up with the wraith’s entrance. You groan loudly as you start to sink into the wraith’s unyielding ass but the sound it quickly drown out by Noob’s loud, high pitched whine as you start filling him up.

“Nng. Un. Ah! Tā mā de! Gah! Tā mā de,” Noob cries out before biting down on his lip as his back arches slightly off the bed. He pants and screws his eyes shut, shaking his head back and forth as his heel dig almost painfully into your back while he tries to get used to the foreign sensation.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re tight,” you moan shakily as you grip the wraith’s hips tightly. You still your hips as you wait for him to used to the stretch, you can’t help but breathe hard even though only the tip of your cock was inside the wraith. This isn’t the first time you had been on top, but you’re pretty sure it was the first time you had been the top with a virgin and it made your heart skip a beat that Noob choose you of all people for the honor. You wait patiently until the wraith’s breathing evens out a bit before sinking more of your length in, you don’t get far before you grit your teeth as Noob’s ass clenches around you painfully. “Unnh, Noob, come on baby, you’ve gotta relax for me, I know it feels like a lot but just relax ok? You’re doing so good, I know you can be a good boy and relax for me,” you coo at the wraith risking the ass kicking that might ensue for words of encouragement.

It’s hard to make out due to the wraith’s dark complexion but you can faintly see the blush spreading across his cheeks as he whimpers and winds his fists tightly in the sheets beneath him. He blinks up at you and you swear you can see tears pricking at the corner’s of the wraith’s eyes as he nods softly and tries again to even out his breathing. “S’t’s too big,” he half slurs half hiccups as he wriggles his hips around grimacing.

“Oh shush, I’m no where near as big as you are and I manage just fine, you just need to relax,” you roll your eyes before grabbing the wraith’s leaking cock with one hand. The action pulls a more familiar, deep groan from Noob as you start stroking his length trying to distract him from your throbbing cock lodged halfway in the wraith’s entrance. “Better?” you ask waiting for him to nod and start to buck his hips halfheartedly. You give his cock a few more long strokes before sinking more into his dripping hole, you bite your lip to try and quiet yourself as you’re finally sheathed in the wraith’s unforgiving tightness.

Noob lets out another long, bitten off cry as you finally manage to work your cock all the way inside him, the little pants and whimpers he lets out are so out of place for the usually cocky and far less vocal wraith. He blinks his eyes rapidly as his lip curls up at the unusual feeling of penetration, gradually he lets go of the death grip he has on the sheets and squeezes your torso with his strong thighs.

“I’ll go slow ok?” you reassure, brushing some of the wraith’s messy hair out of his face, you weren’t going to miss seeing his expressions for anything. You pull out slowly -not wanting to hurt Noob and put him off on the idea of bottoming in the future- and ease yourself back inside pulling a breathy cry from the wraith beneath you. You’re in no hurry to be too hasty with the shadowmancer as you roll your hips against his, keeping your thrusts shallow and controlled as you wait for him to give you the go ahead to fuck him for real.

Noob groans and grunts as your hand keeps pace with your gentle thrusting, he throws his head back in frustration. “Cāo wǒ, cāo wǒ,” he half whines half demands as his hips begin to buck forcefully against yours before grinding the heels of his feet painfully into your back.

“Ah! Shit!” you yelp before giving him a playful smack on the hip, “fine! Don’t you dare complain tomorrow when you’re sore.” You switch your grip so you can grab his thighs and roll him a little farther on to his back to give yourself better leverage as you snap your hips forward forcefully earning a startled shout from the wraith. You groan as you feel the wraith’s hips rise to meet your thrusts, his body finally relaxing enough that you’re able to pull almost all the way out before slamming your cock back into Noob’s tight hole, with a satisfying smack. The high pitch cry you force from the shadowmancer is more than enough to let you know you hit home, you focus on hitting that spot with each thrust as your hand returns to pump Noob’s cock with each hard stoke.

Noob covers his mouth with both hands as he tries to stifle his loud cries as he’s reduced to a whimpering mess with each thrust of your hard cock inside his tight ass. “Ah! Gèng duō! Tā mā de, gèng duō,” he demands as his hips meet each of your thrusts with enough force to drown out his bossy demands and all you can hear is the slap on skin on skin.

Your thighs tremble with exertion as you keep thrusting into the wraith, you aren’t going to last much longer and based on the high-pitched whines and cries falling from Noob’s parted mouth neither was he. “C-can I cum inside,” you manage to grit out as you keep pumping the wraith’s dripping length, you let out a startled cry as he clenches around your length. “Ah, fuck. Noob fuck you feel so good, please, please. Let me cum inside,” you find yourself begging, immediately regretting not making him beg earlier when you had the chance.

The wraith is beyond words and all he can do is nod rapidly as his hips tremble and sway. His thighs squeeze you tighter. He bites his lip hard, drawing blood as his back arches off the bed while his ass clenches and pulsates around your thrusting cock.

“Oh fuck, oh come on Noob, I wanna see you cum around my cock, please? You can be a good boy for me and cum for me, right?” your hips start to falter as you drive your cock deeper inside the trembling wraith. Your hand tugs on the wraith’s length harder now, twisting it around his head of his cock as you desperately try not to cum before the shadowmancer does.

“Ah! Nng! Ah! Tā mā de,” Noob cries loudly before his hips jerk and spasm uncontrollably as he clamps down around your cock. His body heaves as he paints his chiseled stomach and perfect pecs snowy white with thick ropes of cum as his orgasm crashes through his body.

You pant and cry out loudly as your nails dig into his hip as you manage a few shallow thrusts before burying yourself as deeply in his ass as you can before filling the wraith with your release. You groan deeply with satisfaction as your hips stutter against Noob’s, his ass milking every drop of cum from your spent cock. You stay like that for a moment, too tired and too scared to move.

Noob’s legs finally release your torso as he lays there panting, trying to catch his breath as he slowly comes down from his high, “that wasn’t so bad,” he grumbles.

He won’t look you in the eyes, you can tell he’s already embarrassed by how loud and demanding he was, but you on the other hand you were on cloud nine. You reluctantly pull your softening cock from his spent ass, “not so bad huh? That’s rich coming from someone who moaned like a bitch in heat the whole time.”

The glare the wraith gives you makes you immediately wish you hadn’t said a word, “just wait until tomorrow, you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of your life.”

You chuckle as you lay down next to the wraith and throw your arm around him, “it was worth it,” you mumble trying to stifle a yawn.

Noob grimaces as he shifts in bed to pull you to his chest, “shut up and go to sleep.”

You don’t need to be told twice as your sleep into a deep satisfying sleep, happily curled up around your lover, life with the wraith wasn’t always easy but moments like this made it more than worthwhile.

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You’re awoken by a loud string of Chinese curses before finally hearing a rather punctuated, “FUCK!” Groggily you rub the sleep from you eyes and stretch your arms over you hear Noob’s ruckus from below.

“Why the fuck is my thumb broken?!” you hear him bellow as you snicker quietly to yourself before rolling your eyes and throwing the blanket over your head.

#mortal kombat #bi han #noob saibot #bi han x reader #noob saibot x reader #m!reader x noob saibot #male reader #reader insert #bottom!noob saibot #bottom!bi han #asks #tomoka answers #asks turned fics #mortal kombat asks #asks are open #sapphirenightsworld

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what-breaks-my-heart · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @its-chelisey-stuff (WE LITERALLY JUST KNEW EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF MORE THAN FRIENDS)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? I don’t have a hairbrush but I have a comb 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

2. Name a food you never eat. Seafood because of allergies. I can eat fish and crabs though. Basically anything that stores sea water (apart from fish).

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? IT’S ALWAYS TOO HOT HERE. I miss the UK where I can just layer up if it gets too cold.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I just woke up 😂😂

5. What’s your favourite candy bar? Are there candy bars which are not chocolate???

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Does esports count? I went to Kuala Lumpur DotA 2 Major in 2018. Otherwise, I didn’t go to any.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “I’m printing it!”

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Strawberry. Life is already bitter as is.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Tea. I just had breakfast.

10. Do you like your wallet? Indifferent.

11. What was the last thing you ate? Fried rice. Not Uncle Roger’s style because I am not Chinese.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Big fat nope.

13. What was the last sporting event you watched? DotA 2 online tournament. I have a team I have been supporting since I started watching it in 2015 and their game started really late last night (time zone thing)

14. What is your favourite flavor of popcorn? Just the plain one.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to? I texted my friend (whom I managed to make him watch his first kdrama) from school to prepare a box of tissue before watching episode 15 of More than Friends.

16. Ever been camping? Camping was an annual thing back in my primary school.

17. Do you take vitamins? I don’t go out under the sun, if that’s what you mean. But no, I don’t take supplements because I am too lazy.

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? Not since the pandemic.

19. Do you have a tan? At this rate, I call it sunburn. But I haven’t gone out much (apart from going to work as and when needed, groceries, and taking my car for a spin) since the pandemic so the tan line is becoming fader.

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? Pineapple on pizza. Sue me!

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? I pour it into a glass and drink it like a champ. But I also try to reduce single-use plastics in my daily life.

22. What colour of socks do you usually wear? Black is always the safe option (yes it tells a lot about my personality huh)

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Yes, but only where the speed limit is stupidly too low. Otherwise, I rarely drive above 100 km/h.

24. What terrifies you? The list is too long, it should probably be a separate post. I project my issues on the shows that I watch so every now and then you would see me analysing characters or incidents while projecting my issues.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? A broken mirror (in my bedroom), just the perfect metaphor for my twisted perspectives in life.

26. What chore do you hate most? Scrubbing the toilet.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Please talk slowly so I can understand you (also applicable to any other languages tbh).

28. What’s your favorite soda? Carbonated lemonade.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I prefer hitting the Drive Thru so I can eat my food in front of my laptop in peace.

30. What’s your favourite number? 3 and its first 3 multiples

31. Who was the last person you talked to? My brother, when I passed him the printed material he asked me to print early in the morning for his chess coaching session (he’s a chess coach, yes).

32. Favourite meat? Chicken, because it’s the easiest to be eaten.

33. Last song you listened to? Late Regret by Ong Seong Wu (More than Friends OST). I even listened to the 1-hour loop on YouTube while editing my screencaps last night. And it took longer than the editing process so I also listened to the video with hangul and English lyrics afterwards. I am more comfortable with hangul than the romanisation so I guess my pathetic Korean lessons paid off.

34. Last book you read? I can’t even remember the last time I read a book. Probably mid last year?

35. Favourite day of the week? Saturday.

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Haven’t tried 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

37. How do you like your coffee? Latte. But I am not a coffee drinker and only started drinking occasionally this year due to the amount of work I had to put in during the first half of this year (yes, even during the pandemic)

38. Favourite pair of shoes? I only have 2 pairs of shoes to even have any favourite. 1 pair for work and another for casual wear.

39. Time you normally get up? Half past 6 if I have to go to the office. Otherwise, I’ll wake up for morning prayer and continue sleeping until half an hour before I have to clock in. On weekends, I continue sleeping until closer to 10 o’clock. If I stayed up the night, probably closer to noon.

40. Which do you prefer, sunrise or sunset? Sunset all the way, because it’s the beginning of my favourite time of the day. Yes, I’m a vampire who loves the night. I also love necks

41. How many blankets on your bed? One and only. It’s too hot to wear even a thin blanket but it gets cold around 3 am so I have to be prepared.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. I like the design of Portmeirion table set from the early 2000s.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment. It’s not photography material, but it’s not dirty or messy or anything.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink.

45. Do you play cards? No. I don’t play anything that requires other people to join me (yes, I am a lone ranger).

46. What colour is your car? The Nissan partner and distributor in my country calls it Dark Metal Grey. It does look nice.

47. Can you change a tire? I can, but I wouldn’t. With free towing service, why should I bother?

48. Your favourite state or province? I was practically born and raised here so I cannot pick a favourite.

49. Favourite job you’ve had? I would say my previous job, because our team had a fantastic working relationship, and everyone was crazy enough to entertain my antics as the maknae.

tagging: @kdramastuff (I know you don’t do this stuff but I just wanna tag you :p) @becausenothingtodo @aromaticcedarwood @dramaintherain @dohyunsoo @kuronekonerochan @park-joonyoung @psalm40speakstome @myechoecho @ambedoanxiety @outside-seoul (that is 10 tags right because I only tag the first one to annoy her :ppp)

#i got tagged #tagging stuff #tagging game #tag game #I don't remember how to tag this lol #personal

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najatheangel · 4 years ago

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Written Ship 💕💕

hii!! i was wondering if i could get a written ship for NCT, BTS and (G)-IDLE. thank you in advance! 💕

i’m overall quiet laidback and low-energy. i often come off as aloof and standoffish due to my quiet and very, very (very) introverted nature. i’m deadpan and unenthusiastic, both in my humor and overall communication skills, so it’s very hard for me to express my affection (without dying of embarrassment).

i’m a devoted nerd and really enjoy learning. i spend a lot of time broadening my knowledge in anthropology and personality theory, as well as spiritually and astrology. i love reading and writing, spending my time (that i’m not randomly reading someone’s astrological chart or typing every single living being with personality labels) writing new drafts for fantasy books i can only wish to publish.

i’m a libra, INFJ and ravenclaw. i speak fluent portuguese, english and spanish, and am learning french and chinese mandarin — i study linguistics in college. i love conspiracy theories, and have full length 12 pages theories of my own. i also love fashion and dressing up, often getting comments on my “preppy” style. i’m not that in tune with the physical world, so i can often forget to “live” outside my head.

thank you so much for reading this far!!! 💘

Hello honey boo, thanks so much for requesting and telling me about yourself. Your a very interesting person. Anyways here’s your ship...😊😊

From Nct(ot23), I ship you with...Kun

Positive Side: When I read your description, for some reason I just felt like someone like Kun would be the perfect fit. Although your personalities and energy levels are very different, Kun can motivate you for simple things like waking up early in the morning, do something productive and even try new things you’ve never done before. Don’t worry about embarrassing yourself sometimes Kun has his very corny yet cute moments so, he has no shame in feeling embarrassed with you. As we know, he’s the ultimate mama/husband material for you and the Wayv members so sometimes he’ll need someone laidback as you to help him relax, get good sleep and talk about his day with. So this opposite attract situation works for the best! As far as hobbies, you both have a lot of interests and share your love for knowledge on certain topics. Kun is very wise and is willing to read the latest books you recommend to each other and later on will have discussions on them. He would send you his secret cooking recipes to let you cook by yourself if he wasn’t around to eat together with you. While he was off on his comebacks, backstage he would read up on personality types and his astrology natal chart that you have sent him so he would discover more about himself. He’s very fluent in Chinese and Korean, but he would also want to learn other languages from you since ten be teasing him like crazy so he decides to take weekly language lessons from you. Overall you both can learn to adapt to each other’s personalities yet at the same time bring the best versions out of yourselves.

Negative Side: Once you two started getting serious, the scarier it got for the both of you because now friends and family were involved in learning more about your relationship together. The pressure got to you not only because you wanted to make a good impression on them, but it was all starting to move too fast for you. Kun asked you out after 4 months of being with you and you didn’t want to break his heart by saying you need more time or this is moving too fast, so you just rolled with it. Knowing how introverted you can be, the anxiety started kicking when you were meeting his family. They seemed very sweet and supportive, but they were asking a lot of questions and it started to get to your head. You panicked and decided to leave early not wanting disappoint Kun. “Kun, I think we’re going to have to slow down a bit. I’m not ready to face your family yet.” He tries to grab your sleeve to keep you from leaving his parents house, but you ran off shedding a tear. “I guess she’s going to need some more time.” Leans against the door looking up to the ceiling sighing.

But...: After a few weeks of not speaking or visiting Kun, you’ve decided how much you wanted to be with him and are willing to face through this awkward moment with him together one last time. Once you’ve called him you didn’t even have to tell him where you were, he was already behind the door and ran upstairs to your room to pick you up bridal style spinning you around. You were home alone for a split second enjoying your long awaited reunion until you hear your parents knocking on your door dropping off some food for you. You were a bit nervous, but more confident than the last time to let Kun meet your parents first. You walk down stairs hand in hand smiling at each other before opening the door. “Let’s invite them in and eat together Kun.” “There’s no turning back after this are you sure?” You kiss him on the cheek and then on the forehead to calm the nerves. “Oh I’m sure.”

From Bts, I ship you with...RM

Positive Side: You two are unstoppable together, the beauty and the brains couple. You were infatuated by each other the more you get to know each other by the minute. Although your a ravenclaw and he’s a griffindor, you both compliment each other very well and adore each other’s characteristics. He love how intelligent, sharp and creative you can be when you put your efforts into your writing and your ability to learn multiple languages which is a used skill to have. Just like Kun, you can learn from his leadership skills and you love how caring he is amongst the people around him. RM loves his alone time when it comes to reading a book to find inspiration in the mountains or traveling to different art exhibits to take his beautiful photos, but the he’s much happier bringing you along. He was your biggest inspiration and you wanted to follow in his footsteps which along the way developed into a romantic relationship. He also had that ability to help you achieve your dreams by sending you motivational quotes, giving you advice and giving you feedback on your writing so you can publish your books with his help. Although he has his clumsy moments and might makes mistakes every once in awhile, he still wishes to do his best to be your life partner and mentor for the long run until you both retire.

Negative Side: It was a tough process trying to make it official with him, because most of your conversations were about astrology, conspiracy theories and hardships you’ve experienced throughout your pasts. You saw him as a mentor and a reliable resource and you thought that was all he would ever be. However, he was the first one to fall for you and worked really hard to make you notice, but never out right said. When you even started going on blind dates, he was still being the sweet man supporting your love life. This one time you even introduced the guy you were dating for awhile in front of him and he was trying his best to smile and be happy for you, but it was obviously getting to him. “Y/N, I think I’m going to head back out to the dorms, I’ll see ya later.” He tries to reach out to hug you, but the guy your with clings you closer to him glaring at him. Ever since it was awkward for the both of you to face each other.

But...: After months of being with your current boyfriend you start missing RM and you start feeling bored with your relationship. The excitement, feeling and passion just wasn’t the same without being with RM. You decided to meet up with now to be your ex and told him that you should see other people because how you fallen in love with RM. For the most part he expected that to happen and offered you to drive you to the airport to catch up with RM before he flies away to L.A. for his album promotions. It was like straight of a k-drama, you ran as fast as you can to find Bts and as soon as they were going to walk inside the airplane, you saw them and screamed “Namjoon!” to get his attention. He was confused at first, but as soon as he heard your confession he cut you off with a kiss. “You don’t even have to say it. I love you too. I have for a longtime.” He looks down at you smiling, but realizes he has to leave in 1 minute. “Go ahead Namjoon, I’ll be waiting for your return.” You both wave at each other blowing one last air kiss each other waiting for the next reunion.

His future wife is going to be sooo lucky. ✨

From (G)-IDLE, I ship you with...Yuqi

Positive Side: She was your saving grace. This is another opposites attract situation where your personalities oddly blend so well together. While your more introverted and prefer to stay in small groups, she’s more on the extrovert side and prefers to hang out in big groups. Since she likes you so much, she doesn’t mind being alone with you and spending quality time with you. Once again she can be very funny and sometimes have her clumsy yet cute moments just like RM which makes you fall in love with her even more. When you show her your stories and need feedback on it, she reads it over as many times as you need to with her deep satisfying reading voice. She might not know a lot on your subject as far as astrology, personality types and linguistics, but she’ll know what study tools that’ll help you pass your exams, take time out of her schedule to help you finish your papers and reward you with a good meal with her members after your done. Lastly she would love to learn multiple languages from you and even ask you how to say certain words so she can say things like “I love you” or “I want to cuddle”, but when’s she’s away she wants to say “I miss you. I can’t wait to see you again”

Negative Side: For the most part Yuqi is very sweet to you and there’s barely any arguments about anything, but except when you have your days when your stuck in bed or prefer to have some time alone. Yuqi is very friendly and would want to spend as much time with you as possible, because of her schedule so when your not in the mood to hang out or prefer to sleep on your own it does upset her a little. She would be a little irritated for the most part, but she wouldn’t try to have a full outburst over it because she has other things to worry about. She would even tell her members about it which would upset you, because you feel like she’s fed up with you and cause a misunderstanding.

But...: After talking it over with the members, she realizes that sometimes you just need your time alone to rest from school, writing and doing research all day. Just like for her when she had to be in the studio and practice her choreography all week for her comebacks, she needs some time to rest, but have her members if she can’t reach out to you. You both apologize for upsetting each other and for now on will work the issues out by talking to each other. Your both also very forgiving and don’t dwell to much on the past so it’s best to focus on the future.

Out of everyone, I ship you the most with...RM💜

@nephilete Thanks so so much for requesting love and I hope this somewhat made your night/day. Feel free to request again.

#submission #kpop ships #written ships #nct 2020 #nct ships #nct ot23 #Kun #bts ships #Bts #rm #(g)-idle ships #(g)-idle #yuqi

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miraclesnail · 5 years ago

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Stolen Hoodies and Chicken Notes

Summary: Most people wake up to their significant other giving them a sweet, morning kiss. Maybe a cuddle that’ll devolve into a tickling fest. Maybe a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee. Will wakes up to his hoodie stolen.

Relationship: Travis/Will

Rating: G

Warnings: Brief mention of trauma/nightmares

Length: 2k

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At the first light, when the dark skies give way to navy blue and one can just barely see the wisp of sunlight, that’s when all Apollo's children wake up. A gift from their father, he guesses considering his role as an Olympian is to pull the sun.

Start the day early, get the most out of life.

Some hate it, waking up so early, a full hour before they really need to get ready for the day. Will can hear some of his siblings groan and shift in their bed, most falling back asleep.

He used to hate it too. Hate waking so early and having to just lay there until it’s really time to get up.

Now he cherishes this little gift their father blessed them with.

Most people wake up to their significant other giving them a sweet, morning kiss. Maybe a cuddle that’ll devolve into a tickling fest. Maybe a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee.

Will usually wakes up to his hoodie stolen and a chocolate chicken sitting on top of a piece of paper.

Travis is weird that way.

And today is no different.

Will wakes up from his internal clock and takes a second to gather himself. Then he rises to his elbows, looks to his night table, and sees the faint outline of the chicken from the nightlight. It’s hard not to smile as he gingerly takes the chicken into his hands and grapples around in the dark for the note that always accompanies it. He finds it and from that cursory touch, it feels like a standard flashcard.

Will flips around and silently wiggles his way to his drawer at the foot of his bunk bed. A quick check inside confirms one out of the two hoodies he owns is missing.

He never knows when Travis does this. He tried staying up all night to catch him in the act. But a little blink and maybe a five-minute doze, and poof, the items were on the table and his hoodie gone without a trace. Locking the door. Locking the window. Setting a tripwire or a net or flour all proved to be ineffective.

Will sinks back onto his bed, reaches for the flashlight he hides in the space between the mattress and the frame of the bunk bed. Then he ducks under his blankets.

He switches the light on, stifling a laugh as he gets a view of the chocolate. The expression on the chicken is definitely getting more detailed. Before it was just a single dot for the eye, no beak, and just the general shape of a baby chick. Now, the chicken is much more complicated. He can see the details of the feather. Can count the number of tails feathers. Can see the claws of the chicken.

It’s so stupid. Adorably stupid.

Will shines the light on the notecard.

There’s three lines of text, the top two in Japanese. He knows for sure the top line says, ‘Good Morning, Beautiful. You know who it is :D’. The middle line he isn’t too sure. And the third line, like always, is the romanization translation, ‘enpitsu’.

Will reaches under blindly and pulls out all the dictionaries he has under the night table. A little quick check and he has his translation.

“He’s so extra,” a voice whispers.

Will turns his flashlight off and lifts the blanket. On the bed next to him, Kayla is grinning fondly, laying stomach down and her cheek against her pillow.

“I think it’s cute,” Will whispers back as he stands and looks around for a pencil. He finds it on the window sill his night table is against. With practiced ease, Will opens his drawer, removes his only other hoodie, a blanket, and sneaks out of his cabin.

***

Will doesn’t know why it started. He never told Travis about his father’s gift. Or maybe he picked it up during the week or so gap Apollo usually has before claiming his kids. Travis is certainly observant for that despite the general consensus the camp seems to have about Travis and Connor sharing one brain cell. Either way, Travis knows and Travis somehow uses it to make a game.

The first time it happened, Will didn’t even catch it until Kayla pointed it out for him late in the morning as he searched for his hoodie.

“Hey, Will, what’s this?”

A blob of chocolate sits at his night table with a flashcard.

“Guess who! :)” Will translates from the Greek text. On the back, it also says in Greek, “I took your hoodie.”

And from there it evolved.

The chocolate blob becomes more refined, more chicken-like.

The notecards change language every day. Greek one day. Latin the next. Spanish. French. Chinese. Korean. Arabic.

Will acquires his needed dictionaries from Annabeth and a low-power flashlight from Leo.

It became a fun little game to wake up and translate the text while nibbling on the chicken.

“Good morning”

“I finally learned how to bake!”

“I named the chicken Pip.”

“I’m also learning how to make coffee latte art.”

“Guess how many languages I know.”

“Do you mind me stealing your hoodies?”

Simple. Harmless. Little things he can do while he waits for the time to really start the day. (Much, much better than just lying in bed and thinking about the war, about Lee and Michael, about the friends he lost, about the friends who left, about the people he couldn’t save, the people he had to kill, the people he—)

It’s nice.

To focus on something else.

Then it stops becoming simple and harmless. (“It’s still pretty harmless,” Travis would probably argue.)

“Come to Zeus’s Fist?”

Leave the cabin? Before curfew is over? That’s breaking the rules. He can't.

It takes a whole fifteen, agonizing minutes before Will finally stands up and puts on his sneakers.

He gets to Zeus’s Fist after another 15 minutes. Before he could climb the pile of rocks though two voices, similar in tone and pitch, say, “Oh my god, he actually did it.”

“What? Who? Will?”

Will glances up to find Travis and Connor, hopping down Zeus’s Fist. One smiling. The other frowning. One wearing his hoodie. And the other wearing not his hoodie.

Will hates to admit it, but he still can’t tell them apart even though he’s dating Travis.

“You actually did it,” the one wearing his hoodie says with a bright smile. He turns to his brother and holds out a palm. “Where’re my five bucks, Connor?”

Connor grumbles and stuffs a crumpled bill in Travis’s waiting palm. “You couldn’t be a good boy for once in your life like you always are, huh?” Connor says. “Had to sneak out of your cabin like Travis asked.”

“If it makes you feel better, I got caught by a harpy,” Will offers with an apologetic shrug.

“How did you get her to let you go?”

“When you have a good reputation, you can get away with anything.”

It takes all about two seconds for Connor to figure it out. “Oh my gods, you lied to her!”

Will flushes as Travis wraps a shoulder over his arm and laughs. “Aww, we’re such bad influences on you. Next thing you know you’re going to be the third person in our pranking schemes. Come on, since you’re here, want to watch the sunrise with us?”

And it evolves more from there.

More complicated messages. More dictionaries. More detailed chocolate chickens. More sneaking out. More losing his good reputation with the harpies. Then having lessons on sneaking out. Having lots of lessons on sneaking out. Becoming extremely good at sneaking out.

No more encountering the harpies. No more endangering his good boy status though that may be questionable now with the way he keeps breaking the rules.

But like Travis always says.

Everything goes as long as one doesn't get caught.

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Translate the note. Get the item. Make it to Zeus’s Fist.

That’s the game.

“You know my dad’s animal is the raven? Not the chicken?” Will says as he trudges up to Zeus’s Fist.

Travis’s head pops over the rocks and even down below, Will can see the smirk and his stolen hoodie on Travis’s lean body.

“No entry until you brought the secret item,” says Travis in a dramatic, booming voice.

Will waves the pencil.

“Alright, you can come up.”

It takes a few minutes for him to climb Zeus’s fist. Travis is standing at the top with a hand to help pull him up.

Will says it again, “My dad’s animal is the raven, not the chicken.”

“What?!” Travis gawks at him. “They’re not? Really? Really? So all this time, I've been making the wrong animal?”

And it’s so stupidly cute, but Will maintains his composure. “It’s fine though. I mean, it’s cute.”

Will looks around, noticing the lack of a third person.

“Where’s Connor?”

“Sleeping peacefully for once. No nightmares tonight I guess.”

“Nightmares?”

“From the second titan war, you know?”

Will’s throat dries. “Ah. Right.”

He coughs into his fist. “Do you, uh, get them too?”

Travis fidgets with the hoodie, chuckling. Will comes to learn something about Travis. He’s not the open type of a person despite him being such a talker and as good as a liar he is, he has certain tells that give him away.

“Sometimes,” Travis chuckles, looking down and scraping the heel of his shoes against the rock. Translation: every day. “ But it’s nothing too bad you know.” Grinning after flexing his hand. Translation: it’s pretty bad . “I keep myself busy though. It’s easy to not think about it when you’re busy.”

Hence this. Hence the nightly escapades. Hence the little games. Distractions. They’re all distractions and distractions work great.

“Well, I brought the blanket.” And Will holds it up. “Wanna watch the sunrise?”

“You know it. Oh! Let’s have a competition. Whoever can name the most constellations.”

“Sure.”

Will lays down the blanket and sits, leaning back on his arms. Travis sits down beside him, dropping gracefully and resting his head on Will’s shoulder.

“But before that, why don’t you try speaking to me in Japanese?” Travis says with a cheeky grin, “You got the basics down already, right? I can supplement what you don’t know.”

“It’s going to sound pretty awful. My pronunciation will probably be all wack,” Will snorts.

“And I told you that it is fine, buddy,” Travis says, nudging him with his shoulders. “Let me hear it. I can help you with the pronunciation. Plus~” Will doesn’t have to look over to know Travis is wiggling his eyebrows, “I know some pretty nice, interesting facts about Japan culture too. Like, did you know on Christmas Eve, couples go out for fried chickens and exchange presents?”

“And you want me to buy you fried chicken.”

Travis grins charmingly. “I mean, we would share, but yes! I do want you to buy me some chickens.”

Will takes a breath, digs deep in his memories, then says in Japanese, “‘ I want to go to Japan one day.’”

Travis is silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowing, mouth moving like he’s saying the phrase himself, before beaming. “Nice! Pretty accurate. Pronunciation is pretty good. But change the particle ‘de’ to ‘ni’.”

“So what about ‘ I ate cake yesterday’? ”

Travis hums. “Not as accurate this time. Move yesterday to the front of the sentence. But still pretty good pronunciation.”

“Then what about my name? How do you spell that in Japanese?”

“Let me see your palm?”

Travis takes his hands and writes the katakana on his palm with a pen. “Here you go. One more sentence. Use the word pencil in it.”

And that’s how it goes.

Will sneaks out, breaks a couple of rules, attends a language class 101, and watches the sun rise.

And for one hour, he forgets it all and lives like nothing is wrong.

#pjo #will solace #travis stoll #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #non-canon relationship #romance #and now it's back to watching spn #Willvis

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runeiisms · 4 years ago

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hi hello everyone !! i’m h , i haven’t been roleplaying for almost a year so apologies if i seem rusty ( that’s bc i am , lol ) ! i won’t be joining the dc server since group chats make me nervous but please feel free to hit me up to plot , or just give this post a ♡ and i’ll come say hi when i can ( which’ll probably be tomorrow morning since it’s almost midnight for me and i have the sleeping schedule of an old lady - or a baby ) !!

« lalisa manoban. female. she/her. » — ruthai sion just accepted the offer from impact and will be heading to the airport soon. rune is a twenty-two year old from seoul, south korea who creates conspiracy videos on youtube. when they’re not making videos they enjoy pulling pranks on friends and doing research and they dislike sharing too much personal details about herself. their subscribers will tell you they’re joyous, while their haters will tell you they’re unstable. a room that is completely dark except for the glow of a computer screen, a face with dark circles, a wide, lying smile and eyes devoid of light, and watching the stars through a blurry window.

THE BASICS

full name: ruthai sion

age: 22

zodiac: gemini

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

ethnicity: thai

nationality: south korea

mbti: entp

hogwarts: slytherin

orientation: bisexual & biromantic with a lean for women

language(s) spoken: thai , korean , english , and a little chinese

height: 5′ 6″

weight: 103 lbs

BACKGROUND

alright so !! i’ll try to keep this short bc i’m sleepy and i feel like if i let myself ramble i’ll have to deal with a million typos and grammar mistakes tomorrow dfgfd ( edit�� : i have failed )

rune was born into a very poor family ; an alcoholic single mom , a little sister who she had to take care of considering their mom was only interested in them when it came to snatching some money from their absent dad ( which , surprise , she spent on alcohol ) so ... yeah, your classic tragic backstory , haha ... ha ...

anyways it’d be cool if it all ended there but APPARENTLY i won’t rest until i make my characters suffer more ?? oh well .

rune would often escape from home in order to work at several places and bring food to her little sister . one time , a person she met during one of her escapades came to her with an offer . you see , this person was like an older brother figure for rune and he was looking for a way to get her out of that house - he offered to teach her how to hack , which’d take time , but if she learned well he could get her a position in the agency he works for . rune spent years reading books about computers , programming and such , having lessons from that guy , while also working her jobs but eventually she got much better at hacking than the guy predicted .

though she had to cut ties with her sister while working for the agency , so she had to leave her alone for a year while she tried to get enough money to find her a house where she could handle all the legal requirements and keep an eye on her while also ,,, staying away from her . rune still blames herself for leaving her alone with their mom for a year but eventually she got to make her plan happen , although it came with the cost of having her sister ( rightfully , if you asked rune ) resent her .

she spent years working in the agency under an anonymous nickname while trying to keep the persona of ‘rune’ in real life , although she never dared to get too close to anyone , scared of putting them in danger somehow .

however , being a good hacker came with the perks of being able to erase any and all suspicious traces of her online , so rune was able to start her youtube channel where she could make money , talk to people , and all without the risks of getting close to them .

eventually , with the help of the older brother figure i mentioned earlier , she was able to quit the agency . she still does jobs that specifically require her skillset from time to time ( because lbh , it wouldn’t be that easy to get rid of them ) but since her online personality got more and more famous in years , everyone is aware of the risks of what’d happen if people found out , so she very rarely gets jobs at this point .

more about her channel !! rune loves , LOVES all the fantastic , dreamy concepts which includes everything from aliens and fairies to ghosts and myths , so she does several activities in her channel such as talking about myths and dressing up as the creature in the topic of that day’s video ( she even cosplayed big foot once , she just loves cosplaying ) and going ghost-hunting in the craziest places .

rune still sends half the money she earns from her channel to her sister , who still refuses to talk to her ( even if they’re finally able to ) .

there’s two versions of rune ; the jokester who’s energetic and almost overly enthusiastic . she displays a happy-go-lucky, outgoing, and very bizarre personality in front of other people and especially in front of the camera . she also likes playing pranks on her friends and making fun of them - all in good fun , of course . and , yeah , sarcasm is her BIGGEST defense mechanism .

however , the other version , the version rune believes to be the ‘real’ her ( and hates herself for it ) is the exact opposite . behind the humorous front she puts up , rune is actually quite depressed and serious , and she refuses to believe that anything good can happen to her due to everything she has done in the past . due to all the trauma she went through and having constant fear most of her life ( until the recent few years ) rune believes that not letting people get close is the safest way for everyone , maybe there’s no longer a danger worth mentioning , but she still gets these warning sirens in her head whenever she lets someone see too much of her , or when she gets just a bit too close to people . she has friends , she even has friends who she’d consider ‘close’ , but they’re close to the wall she puts around herself - not to the person behind the wall .

also !! rune has adhd , although she’s never been diagnosed and isn’t completely aware of it / doesn’t care enough to dig into it . ( and since i’m v paranoid when it comes to these stuff i just wanna say that i’ve been diagnosed with adhd so ik what i’m doing , you don’t have to worry !! )

she’s also always curious to learn the strangest and most absurd things and coming up with even crazier ideas ( like trying to build robots ) .

#impact.intro #sorry in advance for all the mistakes !!#abuse mention tw #alcoholism tw #depression tw #hacking tw #idk if this is how i should tag it but-

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FLUFF!

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It had been about a week since that day on the Seine. Marinette and Adrien were taking things slow as agreed. Little moments and actions to help ease them into their new relationship. Not that they did any of it in public. They wanted to keep this to themselves until they could truly define what exactly this was between them. It was also nice to have this time alone without outside interference or opinion to rain on their happiness. They hadn’t even told Alya or Nino yet. Not that the pair hadn’t been digging at them for information about what happened that day. But Adrien and Marinette agreed that this was something to be kept in the utmost of secrecy for now.

It was actually going rather well. They got their good morning texts complete with too many emojis and their late night goodnight phone calls. They’d find cute notes tucked inside their lockers. Adrien tried to walk her home most days before he had to race back to his own house.

The relationship had also gotten them to relax around each other a whole lot more. It took a couple days of whispered pet names, and hesitant touches, but they had fallen into a comfortable rapport. Adrien liked giving her pet names whenever possible and Marinette found herself tracing patterns on the back of his hand when they were sat near each other. It wasn’t much but it was a promising start.

If anyone suspected that something more was going on they didn’t ask. Discuss about it behind their backs via group chats? Yes. Was there a betting pool going on? Most likely. Did Chloe call him in a fit demanding answers once the rumor got to her? Of course.

Through it all though Adrien and Marinette had their own bubble that no one could pop.

So of course the moment they were finally happy something had to come along and ruin it.

Marinette’s phone pinged alerting her she had received a text. With bleary eyes she reached for her phone and smiled when she saw it was Adrien.

Morning sleepy head, do you wanna have breakfast together?

She rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes and texted him back.

Good morning! I’d love to! Where were you thinking?

Your place?

Are you inviting yourself over to my house at the crack of dawn? I thought we were keeping this from the parents.

Can’t a good friend come over for breakfast? ( O ^ O )

I guess a very good friend wouldn’t be amiss in this house ( > ν o) How are you getting out of the mansion?

I have my ways

Is this in any way going to get either of us in trouble?

Perish the thought. I would never risk your reputation

I’ll tell my parents you’re coming over and I’ll make sure my dad doesn’t go overboard. See you soon, sunshine! Xoxo

Can’t wait! See you soon, doodle bug! <3

“Doodle bug?” Tikki whispered in Marinette’s ear.

“Because I doodle a lot.” Marinette hid her face in her pillow. “Shut up.”

“It’s cute.” Tikki patted her head, “Now you should tell your parents he’s coming over, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going,” she squirmed out from under her sheets and popped downstairs to tell her parents Adrien was coming over for breakfast.

“Awe!” Her mom cooed, “Are you two finally together, sweetheart?”

“Mom!” Marinette flustered, “It isn’t like that. We’re just friends.”

She knew she could tell her parents the truth. They would keep it a secret and would be really happy for her. With everything going on though it just seemed like another step forward that her and Adrien weren’t quite ready for. In time they would tell the parents but not today.

“Of course, dear,” Her mom said, “Sorry to presume. You go get ready, we’ll get breakfast started.”

“Thanks mom, dad, love you!” she sped back up to her room and started getting ready. It was only breakfast so she didn’t need to dress elaborately but she also didn’t want to be bumming it when Adrien came over. She really didn’t want to put on jeans today though. Black sweatpants and chic oversized sweater it was!

A knock on the door sent Marinette shooting down the stairs and careening around her parents to get to it before they did. She opened it and Adrien was waiting patiently on the other side. While he may have been dressed properly for public his hair was all messy as if he had barely taken a brush to it after he woke up.

“Hi,” Marinette giggled as she started to smooth out his bedhead, “Nice to see you groomed before coming to my house.”

“Nice to see you dressing up for our breakfast date.” he quipped back.

“My house, I get to dress however I want.” Marinette crossed her arms, “You should be grateful I deigned to change out of my pajamas for you.”

“If you wanted me to crawl into bed with you that badly you could have just said so.”

“Adrien!” Marinette’s face pulsed red, “You can’t make those kind of jokes where my parents may hear you.”

“What? What did I say?” he frowned, confused, “Is it so bad to want early morning cuddles with my girlfriend?”

“Oh! Cuddling. That’s what you meant.”

“What did you think I was talking about?”

“Nothing. It’s not important. You wanna come in for breakfast?”

“Yeah, but I still want to know what you thought--”

“Mom! Dad! Look, Adrien is here!” she pulled Adrien in and shoved him in front of her parents.

“Good morning, Adrien.” her mom smiled at him, “Go on and take a seat. Would you like anything to drink? Juice? Tea? Milk?”

“Orange juice please.” Adrien took the offered chair next to Marinette.

The food was soon ready and everyone gathered round to start eating. At first a little nervous Marinette bumped Adrien to let him know that he could have as much as he wanted. Her dad always did make enough food for even the biggest appetites.

“So, Adrien,” her dad said, “How are you? School going well?”

Adrien paused, a little caught off guard by the question. “School is going very well.” he answered, “Can’t complain.”

“That’s good. What about outside of school? Marinette tells us you have a lot of extracurriculars that you devote your time to.”

“It can be a pretty full schedule but I enjoy my extra activities most of the time. I think my only wish is that I could have a little more free time to spend with my friends.” And girlfriend, Adrien thought to himself. He knew it had only been a week but he was itching to be able to take Marinette on a real date. Not just a video-call afternoon in the park or a study date in the library with Alya and Nino keeping a keen eye on the pair. A real date...in person...maybe a nice dinner where they didn’t have to pretend nothing was going on.

Maybe at the end of the date he could even give her a kiss. Not just on the cheek or hand like he’d been doing. A real kiss. The thought both thrilled and terrified him. What if he went in for the kiss and missed? What if he was bad at it? Sure he had kissed Ladybug a couple times but it wasn’t like he could remember any of them! What if he really was bad? What if something he ate made his breath smell? What if--

“Adrien.” Marinette poked him, “You still with us?”

“Sorry.” he blushed. He was getting all worked up about a kiss he had yet to give. “I was letting my mind wander. What were we talking about?”

“I’m given to understand you speak Chinese.” Mrs. Sabine said, “Well enough to translate for my uncle when he visited months ago.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Adrien said, “Father had me start lessons a couple years ago. He said it was important to be able to speak more than one language.”

“And how did you decide on Chinese?”

“Well, truthfully, I wanted to learn Japanese. But father said that I would be more likely to need to know Chinese so we went with Mandarin instead.”

“Does your intention of learning Japanese have anything to do with your obsession with anime?” Marinette smirked into her glass.

“I wouldn’t say it’s an obsession.”

“The three page rec list you gave me when I asked for anime/manga titles wasn’t obsessive?”

“You happen to be a fan of some quality entertainment--”

“It was color coded by genre and your personal rating of the series.”

��Like you have room to talk, Marinette.” Her dad said, “You have that huge calendar in your room that is not only color coded but meticulously updated with your ever changing schedule as well as your friends’ schedules.”

“Wow.” Adrien grinned, “Marinette, you’re a huge dork.”

“Come at me weeb!”

“Children.” her mom interrupted them, “No shouting at the table.”

“Sorry mom.” Marinette went back to her food. Her mom and Adrien started a conversation in Chinese that Marinette could barely follow. She had started learning more so that she could better communicate with her relatives back in China when she ever got to meet them. She still had a ways to go before she could hold a full conversation though.

“Not bad,” her mom nodded, “You speak Chinese rather well if not a bit too clunky and formal for normal conversation. That’s something you can only get over with repeated interaction with a native speaker really.”

“Not a whole lot of native Chinese around to practice with.” Adrien shrugged.

“I guess that means you’ll have to stop by more often.” Her mom had that plotting glint in her eye behind that sweet smile.

“I’d like that a lot.” Adrien beamed.

Unfortunately breakfast had to end and Adrien received an notification he had a fencing lesson to go to soon. He’d have to sneak back into the house before anyone came to check on him. He said goodbye to Marinette’s parents and walked downstairs with her to the door.

“Thanks for having me,” Adrien told her, “Breakfast with your family is way more entertaining than eating by myself back home.”

“My parents certainly enjoyed having you around.” Marinette said.

“Just your parents?” he leaned in closer to her.

“Maybe someone else did too. I wasn’t paying much attention.”

“And what could have possibly be splitting your attention?”

“Just some cute blonde sitting next to me.” she pushed his face back with her finger, “I wish we could do stuff like this more often.”

“When we let people know we’re dating we can.” Adrien assured her, “In the mean time I hope you can be happy with video-call dates and secret notes between class.”

“I’m already happy.” she held his hand. Her gaze focused on their intertwined fingers.

“Marinette,” Adrien tilted her chin up so she was looking at him, “I wish I could give you more.”

His face came closer and a little bell in her head started to sound. Was he going to kiss her? Okay, Marinette, don’t panic! Relax. You know how to kiss. You’ve done it plenty of times before! It’s just your first kiss with Adrien. Stop shaking you absolute scaredy cat!

Adrien pressed a kiss to her forehead instead.

Oh. That was new. Usually he only kissed her cheek. She didn’t think something as small as a kiss on the forehead could make her even more of a mess.

“I’ll talk to you after fencing practice.” Adrien told her. “See you later, doodle bug.”

“Yeah…” Marinette was still mooning over the sweet gesture, “Talk to you later, sunshine.”

Marinette went back upstairs to find her parents cleaning up breakfast and whispering animatedly. “Whatcha talking about?” Marinette went to help them.

“Oh nothing dear,” her mom assured her. “It was nice of you to invite your friend over for breakfast.”

“He more or less invited himself but it wasn’t like I was gonna tell him no.” Marinette said.

“Because you two are dating?” her dad guessed.

“What?” Marinette tried to play it off, “Of course not. I already told you it wasn’t like that.”

“Marinette,” her parents gave her a sympathetic look, “If that’s true then you may want to tell him that cause it was obvious he was very smitten with you.”

“We’re just good friends.” she insisted.

“Did you lie because you were scared your father would go overboard again?” her mom asked.

“No! I mean--I didn’t lie! There’s nothing...going on...um…” it felt gross lying to her parents. “Fine. We’re dating. But we didn’t want to let anyone know yet because we didn’t want anyone interfering.”

“Oh sweetie,” her parents hugged her, “We’re sorry for prying. We couldn’t help but be curious. If this secret relationship means that much to you then we promise we won’t breathe a word of it to anyone or interfere.”

“It’s not like I didn’t want to tell you but it’s already pretty delicate and new.” she relaxed in their arms, “You promise you’re not upset?”

“Nothing to be upset over.” they gave her one final squeeze before releasing her. “You make an adorable couple.”

“Thanks.” Marinette blushed, “And you promise you won’t tell anyone? I haven’t even told Alya yet.”

“What’s there to tell?” her dad tapped his chin, “That a friend of yours came over for breakfast?”

Marinette breathed out in relief and continued to help her parents clean up. This was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

True to his word Adrien called her after fencing practice and she admitted that she told her parents they were dating after he left. He wasn’t upset with her which was a relief. It was inevitable that someone was bound to figure it out sooner or later. Thankfully it was just her parents and not some paparazzi or crazed fan.

“How did they figure it out?” Adrien asked.

“They said that you were too smitten to be anything less than my boyfriend. That and if we weren’t in fact dating then I should tell you since you didn’t seem to be aware.” Marinette laughed.

“Do you think we’re that obvious at school?”

“Hard to say, I don’t know how we look when we interact at school. I think because we’re much more wary of the eyes watching us there it isn’t as bad as when it was just us eating with my parents in the privacy of my house.”

“That’s good. Don’t want the news getting out to everyone too soon.” Adrien paused, “Hold on a second, Nino’s calling me.”

“It’s fine. If I don’t hear from you again today then sweet dreams and a good night, sunshine.”

“It’s three in the afternoon.”

“And we both have very busy schedules. I don’t know if we’ll talk again before bedtime.” There was a frantic knocking on Marinette’s front door. “Someone’s at the door. Bye, Adrien.”

“Well, sweet dreams if I don’t hear from you later,” Adrien chuckled, “Goodbye, Marinette.”

They hung up and Marinette went downstairs to see who was banging on her door. She opened it and Alya rushed in nearly plowing over her.

“Alya!” Marinette jumped out of her way, “What is--”

“Do you have something to tell me?” Alya was pacing the living room. Her phone clutched tightly in her hand and her hair even more of a mess than usual.

“What is going on?” Marinette didn’t know what Alya was doing looking like a madwoman in her house. “Not that I don’t love seeing you, Alya, but what on earth are you doing here?”

“Don’t try and act dumb, Marinette,” Alya pulled up something on her phone and shoved it in Marinette’s face, “Care to explain this photo circulating around every social media platform?”

“What are you…” Marinette trailed off as she took in what she was seeing. It was a picture of Adrien and Marinette outside her house this morning. Granted it was a great candid photo of Adrien kissing Marinette’s forehead but who took it?

“Oh no.” Marinette didn’t dare look at the comments. “Who posted that!”

“I think what is more important,” Alya took her phone back, “Is the fact that you and Adrien are dating and didn’t tell me! Your best friend!”

“Alya, you don’t understand.” Marinette pulled out her phone. Already her Instagram was flooding with comments from jealous fans. “This is so bad! We weren’t telling anyone about this for a reason! Now everyone knows.”

“Okay, calm down,” Alya pulled the phone out of Marinette’s hands and set it down on the counter, “You’re freaking out and that’s partially my fault for coming at you full force. Everything will be alright.”

“How can I relax?” Marinette started doing little circles around the coffee table, “Adrien hasn’t even told his dad that we’re dating. You know how controlling he can be. What if he forbids Adrien from seeing me? I already have so much on my plate right now, Alya, I can’t handle any secret dating or star-crossed lover tropes in my life.”

“Marinette!” Alya grabbed her and forced her to sit on the couch, “You need to chill. Look at me, take a deep breath, and try to relax. You are blowing the situation out of proportion.”

“You’re right,” Marinette unclenched her fists, “It’s not that bad...right?”

“Some jealous fans leaving comments on your Insta are not worth the freak out. Don’t worry about Adrien’s dad being a jerk or anything like that.” Alya rubbed her back, “The only thing I want to know is every little detail about your new relationship with Adrien.”

“Alya,” Marinette let out a tired laugh, “Give me a moment to breathe. I just found out my relationship’s been outed to the public when we were supposed to be keeping it ourselves. I need a minute.”

“Okay. Take your time.” Alya leaned in closer and whispered, “I knew he was going to choose to date you.”

“You are hopeless.” Marinette chuckled. “And I suppose I have been dying to tell you about it so get comfortable. You are going to love this.”

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levihauser · 5 years ago

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25 September, 2019

My jet lag is starting to finally disappear. I am beginning to sleep in until my alarm more often than before, and am not going to bed at 8:30 every night.

I have been settling more and more into the school routine. I started biking to school, and am enjoying it a lot (despite the fact that the bike isn’t very good and it’s flat all the way there-not very interesting). I met with a student from my high school that is applying to go on exchange with Rotary next year. At the meeting, I offhandedly mentioned that there was a textbook I was looking for to learn Japanese. The next day, I came into class and sitting on my desk was the textbook-it must have been hard to find, being English-language. The teacher had gone all the way to Kanazawa and bought it for me. The new textbook has been helping me study Japanese more proactively, so that’s good too.

This past weekend, I was picked up by a Rotarian and brought to the Hakusan International Exchange Salon (a room in the Cultural Hall for studying Japanese and the culture of Japan) to sign up for Japanese lessons. We were briefly there, and set up my first lesson for early October. I’m having difficulty believing that it’s almost October already! I hit the one-month mark of my exchange yesterday, in fact. After the trip to the Salon, my host father and I had a late lunch at a ramen restaurant. We returned home, and I was given 30 second notice that I was being taken to a private taiko lesson in Kanazawa by a relative who is a teacher. That kind of very short notice characterizes my life here in Japan. That night, I had natto (fermented soybeans and some other stuff, generally regarded as being the worst-tasting Japanese food by foreigners) for the first time. It was every bit as bad as I expected.

The next day, I was picked up early by my fourth host dad, Mr. Nishikawa. He is a Rotarian as well. He drove me to his daughter’s family’s house and dropped me off there. They have two young girls. After briefly letting me play their piano, we all piled in their car and drove to the Noto Peninsula. Last time I don’t think I mentioned it, but a short section of highway along the 3-hour drive is called Melody Road. It has ruts over the entire road (sort of like the ones on painted lines that tell you when you are straying out of your lane) that are spaced so as to create different pitches for different lengths of time as you drive over them, so it plays a song while you drive along. We arrived (after lots of squabbling by the two children in the backseat next to me) at a building with a giant tatami room next to some small rice fields. There were other families with small children there-I was the oldest non-adult present. After talking for a bit and receiving a speech, we were given boots and sickles (yes, even the 4-year-olds got sickles) and went out into the light rain. We started cutting the rice in one of the small fields, then tying it into bundles and loading it onto a truck to be brought back up. After we cut about 1/16 of the field, we were told to stop. We returned to the building and waited for a while, then watched while some of our rice (now reduced to the grains, they had removed the straw) was put into a pressurizing machine, then let go so that it puffed up. Then, one of the employees at the rice farm mixed some sugary mixture in, and everyone was given sugary puffed rice as a snack. We had lunch with rice balls made from our rice, then departed. Next, we drove to a famous rice farm perched on terraces on the edge of the ocean:

It was fantastic! We came sort of in between seasons, so it wasn’t brilliant, but this is one of the most photographed spots in Japan at other times. We drove to Kanazawa and had sushi for dinner, then I was dropped off at my fourth host dad’s house. They have a beautiful baby grand piano that I was allowed to test out before Mr. Nishikawa brought me back to the Mutohs’.

The next day was Monday, but it was a day off from school for me because of the equinox (I think that’s a great idea, USA. Why not give it a try?). I was a little bored in the morning, so my host mother suggested that I take the train to Kanazawa and do something fun there. I had never ridden a train before, so she and I went to the station together. However, it was very windy because of the aftermath of a recent typhoon, so the trains to Kanazawa were not running. My host father took me out to buy sweets. We got a lot, including dango and ice cream. My host mother had been shopping. Just as we were settling down to enjoy our ice cream, she came home, and unloaded 6 huge boxes of sweets that she had bought. Great minds think alike, I guess, but now we have a lot of candy. We went to a Chinese restaurant they like for dinner.

Yesterday and today were both fairly normal days of school. Yesterday, we started learning the guitar in music class and I got a chance to try the beautiful grand piano in the music room. Today, I received the rest of my school uniform (I had not received all of it initially), so that was a relief. That just about sums it up. I didn’t take too many pictures (just a few more of that rice farm with the terraces, plus one of a frog on our front gate. I am not going to publish them here because I think it’s unnecessary, but if you really want to see them, you can just ask me), so I am sorry.

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pbandjesse · 6 years ago

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So i might be mildly allergic to hazel nuts?? I had a chocolate bar with hazelnut in it and my face and chest got really itchy and splotchy and hot and red. It was kind of scary. I went to the bathroom and wash my face. I got a paper towel and just kind of held cold water on myself for a while. But nothing was helping. So I kind of went over to Tiffany and was just like help?. And she went totally mom mode on me. Which is exactly what I needed in that moment. And thankfully everyone in the room was very concerned. I don't know why I was so anxious just to ask if anyone had a Benadryl but thankfully someone did and I took that and felt better. But now I guess I got to watch out for hazelnuts?

The rest of the day wasn't nearly as interesting. I mean it was still a good day but nothing terribly exciting happened. I slept okay and woke up early. I got dressed and left here around 8:15. I went over to CVS to pick up needle and thread and then went over to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. The bus is supposed to come at 9:05. The bus actually came at 9:35. So another day where I waited almost 40 minutes for the bus. And that was after sitting in Dunkin' donuts and eating my bagel for 15 minutes. So I was not terribly pleased.

But because I was excited about winning some money last night I bought munchkins for everyone and no one cared that I was late. We were just working on lesson plans. But I got to tell everyone what happened and they were all very excited for me and it's cool being able to talk about some of the stuff went went down when I lived in Minneapolis. And then it was just a good working morning.

I wasn't in the mindset to be typing yet. So I spent a little time drawing my dumb Furby tattoo idea. It's not dumb! I don't like that I've been feeling self-conscious about my hobbies lately. I'm trying not to use negative language to associate with them. I'm actually very excited about my little drawing. The idea is that it's patches the clock Furby. And because her screen doesn't work anymore my idea is to have the screen display the word love in digital font. Because love is stored in the Furby. So I think I'm going to get two tattoos in the fall. They're both going to be small but I'm excited about them. My arm tattoo is been feeling kind of like it's missing pieces lately. It'll be nice to have more filling on the half sleeve.

I finished my lesson plan mostly. I want to go over it a little bit more tomorrow just to make sure everything is okay and everyone understands what I'm hoping for in the project. I also finished all of my power points I wanted to make. And got some laughs out of Marcus because on the what we expect for you PowerPoint we created I specifically looked for pictures and clipart of teachers at chalkboards. I found a white lady that had brown hair. And I specifically search for a black man. So that we would have representation on the board of us. And he thought that was so funny. Actually made him laugh a few times today. The other time was when he told me he didn't want to eat any more munchkins because he was trying to look good for the beach. Get his body back in shape. And I told him that the beach is going to get whatever kind of body I bring it, just complete deadpan.

At lunch time we convince Marshall to buy us all food. Me and the other Jessica we're having a dance off and it was all very silly and there was a good time. We walked over to the Chinese place. Then some people broke off to go get Subway. And others to get pizza. It was fun being out with everyone.

We all got back and we ate and then it was to work again. I spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon working on my example quilt square. It's basically a miniature crazy quilt representing what they're larger crazy quilt might look like. First I found pieces I like and I cut them into squares. I sew them together. And then I took all of that and cut it up into pieces. And then I sewed it together again. I'm very pleased. Because there's triangles and squares and rectangles and I think it looks really neat. Once I feel like all of its own together well enough I'm going to go back in and bead some and paint some and embroider an applique some. So that the kids can hold it and kind of have a better idea of what I'm hoping that their quilt will look like.

I stayed for a while. My allergic reaction happen during that time too. But I still got a lot done. I didn't finish showing it. I'm going to have to do that tomorrow but I pinned everything up at least for what I didn't so. We didn't have any straight pain so I had to use an entire pack of sewing needles but that's okay. I've done worse.

We finished up at 3. I cleaned up and then fitsum took me home. I was overheated outside. The humidity and rain this week has been Wild. It just feels very heavy when you're outside. As soon as I leave the safety of the box fan. That's terrible. So when I got here I was kind of uncomfortable. But I got cleaned up and put some stuff away. There was going to be a showing at my apartment at 5 and I did not want to be here. So at 4:30 I left.

I walk to the health food store to pick up new soap and some vegetarian beef jerky. I had a nice conversation about Alexander Calder with the guy at the counter. And then I went to Chipotle for nachos. I was upset when I left you pull it though because I was open the door some idiot on a scooter was right at 5 and I almost hit her with the door. She should not have been on the sidewalk and she specifically should have been that close to the door! I could have really hurt her. So I was a little frazzled when I got back to James.

But I got there and cooled off. I took a shower. And then I worked on Hemming / resizing the jumpsuit that I bought like a month ago. Finally figured out how to take in the legs and the crotch area because it just was a mess. Took me about an hour and a half total to pin, cut, and sew it. But once I did I was very happy. It looks really good now. Not work appropriate but I'm very excited to have it anyway. I did use an entire spool of thread today though. It was a little spool but still.

I laid in bed and watched videos. James got back around 6:30. He took a shower and then he made us Falafel for dinner. He made whipped garlic. Which I can still taste even though I brush my teeth twice. But it was really good and then we just hung out for a while.

I came home around 9. I took another shower. Just to rinse off. And I've just been hanging out with CP since then. I took all of the charms off of my charm bracelet and put them on a necklace. I think that I'm more likely to wear it right now that way. And I think I'm going to get ready to go to sleep now. I feel very tired. Tomorrow's our last lesson plan day as a group. It's been a really nice day though. A really nice week. I hope you all sleep great tonight. Be safe out there. Have fun

#ootd #work #art #tired #in progress #sky #clouds #drawing #thursday

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sujus-girl · 7 years ago

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Disclaimer: This is just for fun, so please don’t take it too seriously. This is not an official profile or anything like that!

A GUIDE TO PENTAGON

I actually had a lot of fun making my guide to JBJ, so I was like?? What other group do I love that doesn’t get the attention they deserve? …. PENTAGON

Are y’all ready to cringe? To sigh? To question what is going on with these children? Then, without further ado, I present to you: Pentagon: My Shitty Guide to 10 Toddlers

Group Name: Pentagon

First appeared on a show called Pentagon Maker, which was called a survival show, but SPOILER ALERT: Cube decided to do the right thing and debuted all 10 members together

If I’m going to be 100% honest, I still dk where to find the full episodes, but there are a ton of clips on youtube, and, honestly, I was satisfied with just watching those

ALL OF THEM HAVE REALLY GOOD VISUALS? LIKE, I SAY THIS WITH EVERY GROUP, BUT SERIOUSLY, PENTAGON HAS SOME A+++ VISUALS

Beware because they’re very. Very. very. Loud

The fandom name is universe and i just think that’s so cute OKAY?

Ofiicial Music Videos: Gorilla, Can You Feel It, Critical Beauty, Pretty Pretty, Run Away, Like This, Violet

Personal Favorite Non-Title Tracks: Thank You, Beautiful, You Are, Spectacular, and Lose yourself

Aight, we have ten members to go through this time, so BUCKLE UP, MY FRIENDS

Members:

Jo Jinho

The oldest member of pentagon

Vvv smol baby. Is only 5’6”

Is scared very easily lmfao

May be smol but has A HELLA SET OF LUNGS

High note king that leaves almost everyone shook

Used to be in SM the Ballad, but left and became a trainee again under cube entertainment

Had trained for EIGHT FRICKIN YEARS, DO NOT SLEEP ON MY BOI

I guess he gave vocal lessons to cube trainees like Yoo Seonho (someone pls KINDLY let me know if i’m wrong)

Drops a bunch of covers and spoils Universe with his voice, thx boo

Usually gets paired with hongseok for stuff?? Idk

Has a room by himself in the dorms, lucky boi

ALSO A MUSICAL THEATER ACTOR?? ALL SHOOK UP REALLY HAD US ALL SHOOK UP

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Lee HwiTaek (Hui)

The leader of this mess

Got pretty popular after the song Never was released, then continue to leave people quaking after Energetic was released

Is an A+ Singer and Producer, we love a talented man

Is vvvv scared of everything and also has a lot of tears (we love a man in touch with his emotions)

A former JYP trainee

Got7’s JB said that one time, Got7’s Mark got into a fight with him, Hui, and B.A.P.’s Youngjae and Day6’s Brian had to translate the argument LOL

Also in a subunit called Triple H that consists of him, E’Dawn and Hyuna

Also has a room to himself

HONEY SOCKS

Has a fanboy named Yoo Seonho that loves him vvv much, and they even went to vietnam together

also appeared on this variety show called hyena’s on the keys and flaunted his composing SKILZ

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Yang Hongseok

A former YG trainee

Was on the show that created iKon, and it was…. Oof

He was new at the time, so it was kinda awkward and tense, but it got better

Is obsessed with working out, and has the abs of a greek god as a result

Reads books in his free time, and enjoys studying foreign languages

He moved around when he was younger, so he can speak Mandarin and English (we love an intelligent man)

Apparently the mom?? Cooks and cleans for the babies in the dorm

Shares a room with E’Dawn

Also really likes Iron Man… and Jinho

The members say he’s the worst at dancing in the group LOL

It’s okay though, cause he’s vvv talented in other aspects

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Kim HyoJung (E’Dawn)

“I have no fear” not even two seconds later *HIGH PITCH SCREAMING*

Can reach an octave i didn’t think human possible

A little weird, but that’s okay!

Is also in Triple H with Hui and Hyuna

Hongseok’s roommate

Is really good at dancing, wow

Kinda looks tired 24/7, but we’re pretty sure that’s just his face. Like you know how some people have resting bitch face? E’Dawn has resting tired face.

TATTOOS!

Sry, i just really like tattoos, lol

But yeah! E’Dawn has multiple tattoos! Since it’s like 1 in the morning and I’m kinda tired, I’m not gonna try and think of all of them, but they should all show up if you just google e’dawn tattoos lol sorry

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Go Shinwon

Has trouble keeping his clothes on apparently

Like for real, just casually pulled his pants down and took his shirt off multiple times in pentagon maker

Is scared of animals because one time because… um…. let’s just say that there was an unfortunate incident with his pet hamster when he was in like middle school... yeah

Was eliminated during Pentagon maker, but four remaining members broke into cube late at night and put up posters saying they wanted pentagon to debut as ten

Gets mad real easily

Has broad shoulders… Like real broad. Edawn and yanan fell asleep on his shoulders and they were comfortable

Shares a room with Kino

Also really likes Mcdonalds?? Like, this boy put on a burger hat and ate a mcdonalds burger.

Really hates bugs LOL

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Yeo Changgu (Yeo One)

Has a visual that a lot of foreigners seem to really like? That’s just something I noticed, I know it’s not the general consensus

Is also an actor, he appeared in a webdrama called Spark and was the main actor for a historical drama not too long ago

Shares a room with yanan

Is yanan’s biggest fan

Has a laugh that can revive wilting flowers tbh

Talks a lot too

Sucks at table tennis

He and hui put ducktape on their legs and ripped it off

GIVE HIM MORE LINES PLS

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Yan An

“MADE IN CHINA!”

“Annyeong chingudel”

He’s from Shanghai

Hella model vibes, amirite or amirite

He injured himself when preparing for the Ceremony album, and he had to sit out and everyone was vvv sad and vvv worried

Got better and is back, and more random than ever

Sometimes says things that are real funny, even if he doesn’t intend for it to be

“What are you talking about, this is plastic”

“You… You’re in big trouble!”

“Korean name is Yanan. Chinese name is Yanan. English Name? Yanan.”

Also once called Jinho a foreigner, even tho Jinho is Korean and they were in Korea?

May be tol and handsome, but he’s really just a big toddler

Scared of roller coasters

Roommates with yeo one who loves him v much (yeo one has the right idea, y’all)

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Adachi Yuto

“YUTODA”

A japanese prince

AN ATHLETE! Played baseball and used to do soccer

A former JYP trainee

Good friends with Yuto (U) from ONF because they both used to be JYP trainees and also NCT’s Yuta

Shares a room with Wooseok and will laugh at anything he says

Milk couple

Can’t eat spicy food for shit

Hella tall

Also appeared predebut at ISAC 2015 for futsall

A bby that is afraid of many things. Especially the dark. On pentagon maker, the crew turned off the lights and he real cutely went “pd-nim~” and i almost cried it was so cute

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” “Ice cream.”

Says he can’t do aegyo, but he hella cute already, so it’s okay

Also once danced shirtless and i almost sued, you a child Boi (i say as I am younger than him)

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Kang Hyunggu (Kino)

A whole cutie

I legit that he was my age or younger cause he was just so adorable

Only 4 days younger than yuto and 4 days older than wooseok, but he a whole baby

They did a vlive for wooseok, yuto, and kino’s birthdays and when they were getting into teams, hongseok was chosen to be in kino’s team but he said it so emotionlessly that kino got all pouty LOL

A dancing king

“I was going to go easy on you, but you called me Hyunggu”

Has a lot of friends in k-pop, he vvv popular

Shares a room with shinwon

A laugh that motivates me to be a better person

Saved the entire world by eating watermelon in front of cameras BLESS

“Get it Kino Beauty”

Proceeded to destroy yanan’s face with makeup RIP

Makes funny faces that i sometimes screenshot and send to my friends at 2 in the morning

ALSOALSOALSO, he had this little dance solo in Critical Beauty and I was LIVING for it

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Jung Wooseok

The baby of the group

HELLA TOL??? LIKE WTF, IF YOU LOOK AT PHOTOS OF JINHO AND WOOSEOK STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER HE LOOKS LIKE A FREAKING GIRAFFE

He was sleeping backstage once and yuto put a chocopie in front of his mouth and he sleepily tried to eat it and i was :((((( he was so cute

Really likes yuto, they’re usually paired together for stuff. Like dorms

Really likes anime, legend has it that if you play samurai heart at exactly 1:23 AM, wooseok will appear behind you and sing along

Imitates an opera singer and achieves an octave that i would imagine isn’t humanly possible for someone with a voice as deep as his

Has a fanboy names Lai Guanlin from wanna one, and he will not let anyone forget about his precious Wooseok

Once did an eating broadcast with super spicy food and accidentally got some in his eye and the rest of pentagon thought it was the funniest thing ever RIP

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

That was a journey! We’re almost done, though!

Videos Of Pentagon to Watch! Weekly Idol with Victon and Momoland! (X) This crack (?) series that I live for (X) The VLive that was all sorts of mess (X) Triple H Weekly Idol (only Hui and E’Dawn) (X) This clip from Pentagon Maker that was all sorts of mess, even with only 4 members (X) Hui, Wooseok, and E’Dawn trying to cook (X) This other VLive that was all sorts of mess (X) Pentagon Heyo TV (Mafia Game Cut) (X)

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! A VERY SHORT, SHITTY GUIDE TO PENTAGON! I hope this helps anyone wanting to get into Pentagon, or even just makes an Universe smile! Now go and bask in the glory that is Pentagon’s craziness! Bye!

#pentagon #jo jinho #lee hwitaek #hui #kim hyojung #e'dawn #yang hongseok #yeo changgu #yeo one #yanan #adachi yuto #kino #kang hyunggu #jung wooseok #triple h #cube #mine

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taohua-shuohua · 6 years ago

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July 27th and 28th, 2018

The 27th was my first full day with my homestay family, after having met and gone home with them the evening prior. My family is smaller than I’d imagined: it’s just my host mother, Yichu (艺楚, yìchǔ), and my host sister Qinghan (清菡, qīnghàn), whom I refer to and address as Meimei (妹妹, mèimei, “little sister”). Qinghan, who was still asleep when I rose for class that morning, shares her surname (刘, liú) with me and her age (10) with my biological sister in America. Yichu had prepared breakfast: a vegetable bun, grapes, eggs, a bowl of milk, and my beloved youtiao. Once we had eaten our fill, we began the walk to my classroom, which takes about twenty to thirty minutes. Apparently, there was a quicker route that connected our neighborhood directly to campus in about five minutes, but that road undergoing some sort of construction meant we were using our detour for the foreseeable future. Some students had already arrived by the time I got to the classroom, so after bidding Yichu farewell I joined my peers in idle chatter about our host families. It was mostly positive; one girl was struggling to explain to her host mother that curly hair couldn’t be blow-dried and she would have to sleep with it wet, which conflicts with the Chinese belief that sleeping with wet hair leads to headaches later in life. Another’s host parents were over-enthusiastic about having a native speaker available to tutor their daughter in English, and she felt as though she wasn’t using her Mandarin enough as a result. My biggest issue had been the lack of readily-available cold water; I was able to address it by dashing to the student store a few minutes before class and purchasing the largest bottle they had in stock.

The three hours of class passed quickly, but they came with a caveat. Today was Yang Laoshi’s last day as our teacher, as she would soon be heading to lead a conference in Shanghai and then, after that, taking a two-year teaching assignment in Thailand. My goodbye present to her was an In n’ Out t-shirt, which I presented with both hands as per local custom. My gift reserves were running low—after Yichu received a UCLA shirt and hat, Qinghan got a UCLA sweater and tank top (both of which were far too large for her), and my partner on our trip to the local community center a few days prior got UCLA and In n’ Out hats, I was resigned to two In n’ Out t-shirts (one of which I had just given to Yang Laoshi) and a UCLA Hawaiian-print shirt, which was intended for my nonexistent host father. I am considering bequeathing the latter upon the teacher who wrote my recommendation for NSLI-Y in the first place.

Lunch passed, along with our lecture period (during which it was announced that I was student of the week!) and our interest groups which, for me, had shifted from folk dance to martial arts. Perhaps by her own design, the Intermediate 2 students finished the homework Yang Laoshi had assigned with about twenty minutes to spare. She then suggested that, as it was our last day together, we all go out to the front of the building and take a group picture. We readily agreed. Several attempts at jumping later, we had gotten a satisfactory shot of us in midair. I returned to the classroom to gather my things, hugged Yang Laoshi, wished her the best, and went out to meet my host mother.

I’m fairly certain Yichu actually works in the same building that my classroom is in, as she was just exiting an office when I greeted her. Together, the two of us exited the campus and made our way to a nearby restaurant. Yichu explained that Qinghan was currently finishing up her weekly flute lesson; we would begin eating dinner and she would make her way over independently. The food was excellent. I had some sort of beef-based broth and noodles. Following dinner, the three of us made our way to Cat Street (猫行, māo xíng) which is directly adjacent to the neighborhood our house is in and exactly what it sounds like: a street with cat-themed stores, cat murals, and live street cats. Qinghan and I visited a cat museum, which was essentially a dozen cats in a cage with a gift shop and café attached. It was there that I found a stuffed cat bearing my name (桃花, táohuā), which I promptly purchased. I’ve yet to find a definitive answer, but through various interactions with native speakers I’ve come to believe that “taohua”, in addition to literally meaning peach blossom, is used to refer to one’s luck in matters of romance and love. Between my taohua cat and my visit to Guandi Temple, I ought to be married by the end of August.

Afterwards, we ate dessert at a roadside stand selling “Four Fruit Soup” (四果汤, sì guǒ tāng), a mishmash of fruits and jelly-looking foods topped with shaved ice. I can’t say I cared much for it, but I’m glad I tried.

The rest of the evening was fairly low-key; I shared some of my art with my host family and let Qinghan use my tablet. Yichu informed me that I should get lots of rest; the 28th was to be the first of our two homestay family activity days, one of the rare instances in the program at Xiamen where we wouldn’t attend Chinese class, and one of the even rarer instances where I could get up later than seven-thirty.

I did, indeed, end up sleeping later than seven-thirty: I woke up around nine, and was greeted again by a Yichu-prepared breakfast. In addition to another helping of youtiao, she gave me an overview of the day’s schedule; I would first accompany her and Qinghan to the hospital so they could receive a type of traditional Chinese medicine that Yichu struggled to explain. She said it was made from ginger, and that they put it on during the hottest day of summer so it could make them healthier in the winter. After that, we would meet a friend of hers and his children, play golf, and finally head to Gulangyu (鼓浪屿, gǔlàngyǔ), Xiamen’s “Piano Island” and tourist hotspot.

Chinese hospitals are a fair bit quicker than American ones. After waiting for just under five minutes, we were shown into a room where Yichu briefly exchanged words with a doctor, who then invited Qinghan to bend over a hospital bed and expose a portion of her back and pressed six or seven patches onto it. Yichu received similar patches on her stomach. The whole affair concluded in about twenty minutes. On our walk to the mall (which was designated as the meeting place for us and Yichu’s friend), Qinghan inquired as to whether we utilized such patches in the States. I told her no, and she unleashed a long string of Chinese, which Yichu interpreted for me as her being jealous that Americans didn’t use them. I asked if they hurt, and Yichu said no, but they were very warm. In a climate like Xiamen’s, I could see how added heat could inspire jealousy in the heart of any 10-year-old.

The mall had at least four floors. I was exuberant. Yichu settled herself on a bench near a Starbuck’s and told Qinghan and I we could wander about until her friend arrived. Once I understood that she meant separately (my mom telling me that I didn’t have to take my little sister with me was a novel idea indeed), I visited every clothing or makeup store on the first floor, in the end buying only a wine-colored and berry-tasting lip paint and a canvas tote bag that read (in English) “Made in China”, which I found incredibly hilarious for reasons I struggle to articulate. The two were exactly the same price.

When I returned from my shopping trip, Yichu was sitting where I had left her (Qinghan in tow) and the rest of our party had yet to arrive. We waited about ten minutes more, and Yichu finally received word that they were stuck in traffic and we could go ahead and get seated for lunch without them. On our way to the 3rd floor restaurant, however, Qinghan began having some sort of issue. My Chinese wasn’t at a level where I could make out the specifics, but it seemed as though she had tired and was now electing to just drop and sit down in the middle of the mall. She and Yichu had a very heated conversation, which culminated in the latter simply walking away without Qinghan and beckoning me to follow. Writing off the ethics of leaving a child unattended in a busy shopping mall as a cultural difference, I obliged. Yichu and I put our names in and, with minimal wait, were seated at a table. She did some preliminary ordering and then left me in charge of the table while she went to retrieve Qinghan. All was well for a bit, but when a waitress approached me and began asking questions (assumedly) regarding the order in rapid-fire Mandarin with non-standard pronunciation, I began to panic. Luckily, Yichu and Qinghan arrived and the former was able to give instructions regarding…whatever was being discussed, without any input from me necessary.

Yichu’s friend (whom she knew from high school) and his children (who weren’t actually his children, but rather his nephew and two nieces) arrived shortly thereafter. The man appeared to have an excellent sense of humor, but his thick accent (I believe it to be the Xiamen local accent; among other things, h sounds are completely ignored, turning Zhongwen (the Chinese language) into Zongwen and shide (“yes” or “indeed”) into side) gave me a lot of trouble. One of the nieces (a university student) spoke a fair bit of English, and acted as a translator at times. For the most part, I focused on my kebab.

After the meal, we headed to Furong Lake (芙蓉湖, fúróng hú), a part of the XMU campus that I had previously visited but had no qualms with seeing again. We took a route through the area that was unfamiliar to me, and it eventually led us to a golf course, where I tried my hand at the richest, whitest sport I can think of, second only to polo. I excelled, but likely only because, instead of trying to hit the ball into a hole, the goal was to hit the ball as far as you could. And I could hit real, real hard.

Seven trays of golf balls later, we backtracked away from the course and navigated the rest of Furong Lake, eventually reaching XMU’s main gate, where we rode the public bus to the ferry terminal for Gulangyu.

Upon arriving, we learned that it would be about an hour and a half’s wait before we could board the ferry. I alternated between reading (I’m currently on number three of the four poetry books I brought on the trip with me, and the last chapter of my nonfiction work), letting Qinghan play games on my phone, eating spring rolls Yichu had prepared, and visiting the public toilet. I’m fortunate to say that squatty potties no longer faze me.

The actual time spent crossing the strait is about five minutes, but the time spent going through security and shuffling on and off the vessel doubles that number. It was dusk when we set foot on the island; after an extensive photoshoot for me by the main sign we made our way to a shopping street. I entered a generalized candy store; I was offered a free sample of a drink that tasted exactly like American cherry-flavored liquid medicine, and was ready to leave the store when I tried “milk pinecone”. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s definitely not actually pinecone. I believe it was some sort of white chocolate. In any case, it was delicious, and I bought a box, which I then ate for lunch the day after. I also purchased (from different stores) a necklace, as well as a bracelet to replace an identical one I had bought at Kaiyuan Temple and then proceeded to break a few days after. I visited the Chinese version of America’s Lush, which sold bath bombs and facial soaps aplenty, and saw a genuine, live pig just sitting in a cage on the street and, in a different area, a very large rat.

For whatever reason, people I interacted with made more frequent references to my being hunxue’er (mixed race, as you may remember from a previous post) than I had previously encountered. The highlight was an older woman who stopped me on the street, presumably ready to offer me a free sample of the food at her restaurant or a flyer advertising a sale at her clothing store, looked at me, threw her plans out the window, and asked if I was hunxue’er. When I said I was, she pumped her fist, said, “很棒!” (Hěn bàng; “so awesome!”) and walked away.

A little past nine in the evening, my enthusiasm was beginning to wane a bit as I thought of the full day of school awaiting me on the 29th. Our party’s meander home, however, was interrupted when we passed a seafood restaurant and everyone (author excluded) decided they were ready for round two of dinner. It was more of a snack than a meal, but it was enough—by the time we boarded the ferry back to Xiamen, it was ten o’clock. On the mainland (figuratively speaking, of course: Xiamen is actually an island. Gulangyu is just a smaller island. Like Pluto, if it had a moon.) we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Yichu took Qinghan and me to the curb, where she was among a herd of people attempting to hail taxis. No luck. We jaywalked across the street to a bus stop, and Yichu examined the timetables. Everything would take us further away. Already heightened by the time delay of the impromptu meal, my stress levels were through the roof. We went through an underground tunnel and reached another bus stop. At this one, we waited for a bus and rode it for four stops or so. We got off, walked about two blocks, and were greeted with the familiar sight of neon-lit ears, tails, and whiskers.

I’ve never been so glad to see a street full of cat paraphernalia in my life.

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redxstydia · 7 years ago

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Red is a Good Color on You

Read here or on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13273425

Let’s just say that it had been a tiring day for Marinette just because an akuma had struck in the middle of the school day and on top of it, it took her three lucky charms and Chat two cataclysms. It was harder than normal, but it still took a toll on her. She honestly couldn’t even think of how back it was on her kitty.

She was at her sewing table working on a new piece for Alya’s birthday that was coming up in about a month. She still had time, but with her life, she knew it would be here before she even knew it. For once Marinette was calmly working on a project with no rush, it was nice. Then she heard a thumb that made her jump and the line she was sewing went crooked. She sighed and grabbed the seam ripper and started to take out the offending stitches.

She looked up at her bed and saw her kitty laying face down on her bed.

“Wow, kitty, knock next time,” Mari teased putting her project down on her workstation.

She heard a pillow muffled mumbled and started up the steps to her bed.

She looked at him and cocked her head, “Had a rough day, minou?”

Adrien looked at her with the most adorable pout, “Very much so.”

Marinette climbed up the bed got to where she was right beside him.

“Well then tell this wondering bug about it.”

He went on about how after the cumbersome akuma that he had fencing lessons. Then Chinese, then piano, and then he had a photo shoot.

“…Then when my dad got sent some of the shots, he saw how tired I look. So when I got home, he threatened to take me out of school if I couldn’t balance it all. I just don’t understand how I can ever be perfect for him. I already model for him, learning a whole language, take piano lessons, do a sport, and all I ask is to go to school. Fucking school.” After he finished his long rant, the fire in his eyes died down a bit, but he still wasn’t all better.

“Enough about me, though, how are you, princess?” He asked rather nicely for someone who is still fuming.

“No. This isn’t about me. It’s about you. You are obviously in distress and I’m here to make you feel better. So come here,” Mari said in a serious tone that is different from the previous teasing she was doing earlier.

She held out her arms, inviting him in for some cuddles. Honestly, this was the only thing rather than binge eating that can be acceptable in times like this.

Once he scooted into her embrace, she started to run her hands through his soft hair. He nuzzled contently into her hand then wrapped his arms around her waist and snuggled in. As Marinette continued to stroke his hair affectionately, Adrien’s anger seemed to dissipate. After he felt significantly better, he arched his head up to look at her.

“So what were you working on before I came in?” he asked nodding his head towards the direction of the sewing machine.

“A birthday gift for Alya. I know it is a little ways away but with how hectic our lives can get, I think it is better for me to start this early to make sure I get it done,” Mari answered.

“You know you are amazing? Like completely and utterly amazing?” he said twisting back into her warmth.

Marinette’s face flamed with a blush. She looked down and lightly flicked his nose.

“Don’t say things like that, you know I get flustered.” She said bringing her hands up to hid her face.

Adrien completely turned around to where he was laying stomach down in between her legs. He brought his hands up and tugged them away from her face exposing the red-hot blush. He leaned up to nuzzle their noses together. She started to turn an even brighter pink.

“But you know I love it when you blush. Red is definitely your color, my lady.” He through the line at her with a wink and then he was promptly shoved to the side.

“And he’s back,” Mari mumbled turning over, facing away from him.

He grabbed her waist and made her flush with him and leaned down into her ear and whispered, “But you love it.”

“Get away from me silly kitty,” She responded with a grin that didn’t relay the message she sent.

“Never,” he said snuggling her closer.

After a while of cuddling, Mari turned around to find him sleeping soundly wrapped around her. She grabbed her phone, like any other normal teenager would, and opened up her Snapchat. She snapped a photo of him drooling cutely on her stomach and then put a caption: The model life is hard. She then decorated it with a couple of cute stickers and posted it. She also made sure to send it to him so he would see I the next time he opened his phone.

While he was sleeping Mari scrolled through her Instagram, Tumblr, and the Ladyblog. She saw a couple of text posts she sent to Alya and Nino in the Snapchat group chat the four of them have together. She mindlessly scrolled through her social media until it was around two in the morning. Since it was a Friday, she didn’t have to worry about school, but she was getting tired. She had to make sure Adrien got home before someone notices he is missing.

“Adrien. Wake up sleepy head,” she nudged him a little bit to rouse him awake.

“Five more minutes,” he sighed groggily before nuzzling into Mari more.

Mari rolls her eyes before doing it roughly to ensure him to wake up. It didn’t work.

“Adrien! There’s an Akuma!” Mari whisper shouted.

“What? Where?” He exclaimed, shooting up quickly.

Mari sat up, level to her groggy partner, “Gotcha,” she said with a sly smirk.

He grabbed her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck and sighed, “Evil princess.”

“Yeah yeah, I wasn’t so evil when you were snuggling me about five minutes ago,” she said with her hands on her hips.

“Bite me,” he said with a playful glare.

Mari looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes and then spouted out:

“Just tell me where.”

It was his turn to turn bright red.

“Huh. Y’know what’s funny? Red is a good color on you too,” Mari teased with a shove to the shoulder.

“Are you going to walk me out or what?” Adrien said with a blank face.

She rolled her eyes and climbed into the window of her balcony and Adrien followed.

Once he was transformed and standing on the balcony, he turned and looked at her.

“Thanks for tonight, Princess, it means a lot to a stray like me,” he said taking a step closer.

“Well apparently if you feed a stray it always comes back, and it seems that this one feeds off of affection,” Marinette said looking up at Chat.

“You are totally right, Bugaboo.” He said reaching down to grab her hand to kiss it.

“Well, how’s this for some attention?”She said playfully before she grabbed his bell and pulled his lips towards hers.

At first, he was surprised then he melted into the kiss, one of his hands going to cradle her hair and neck while the other landed to squeeze her waist tightly.

“Get home safe Kitty,” she said hurriedly before she turned away ducking into her room. Once she got in her bed she slammed her face into her pillow.

She heard a knock on her window a couple minutes later and it cracked open.

“That was sure something, princess, see you tomorrow?” Chat said. Mari could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yep tomorrow is good,” She said turning around throwing him an awkward thumbs up.

“Okay all I get is a thumbs up?” he said dangling upside down from the window.

Mari grabbed his face and gave him a peck.

“That’s more like it, princess, Goodnight!” he said hopping out of the window.

She heard his victory, “YES!”, the minute he hit the balcony.

All she could do was bury her face in her hands to try and stop her uncontrollable grin.

#adrienette #marichat #adrein agreste #marinette dupain cheng #fluff #cuddeling #snuggling #nuzzling #sadriend #post reveal fluffliness #basically my chlidren being soft #Gabriel Agreste is kinda mean #chat noir #ladybug #les adventures de ladybug et chat noir

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memorylang · 4 years ago

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Week in My American Pandemic Life | #44 | September 2020

September felt like a good month to share another slice-of-life blog story (since my last one was pre-pandemic, last December!).

Leading into Sept. 2020, I knew that it’d be the month in which I’d find out whether I was going back to Peace Corps Mongolia in October. If so, I’d need to be ready to repack my belongings and head back overseas. If not, I’d find out for how much longer I’d need to wait.

The longer I’ve been back in the States, the more little activities I’ve picked up. But still, my heart’s with the Peace Corps. I want to go back as soon as I can. With that in mind, though, here’s what I’ve been up to!

Most Every Day

These events encompass my stateside weeks 26 to 30 (being Aug. 28 to Oct. 1). I've been doing mostly ad hoc projects depending on Peace Corps’ timeline. Since my summer weeks, my most recurring roles have focused around two task forces and two boards on which I’ve been serving amid the pandemic. Beyond these, I’ve been focusing on readying for graduate school and seeking a strong spiritual life.

I spent most of September in Reno, so my week-in-the-life stories encompass those periods. My weekends largely blurred with my weekdays, so weeks tended to mesh together. Still, each day had enough recurring events that I’ll start by describing those common threads.

Long Before Dawn

I usually rose between 3 and 5 a.m. I’d basically fling myself out of bed to shut off my alarm so as not to wake my younger brother. Then I’d leave the room and spend my morning in the house’s kitchen/dining area.

From then till 9 a.m., I’d mostly work on language exercises from the classical Latin textbook I've been using with a long-time friend who’s been tutoring me this rich language. Around 9 a.m., we’d hop on our video call. Even on weekends we tended to call. We chatted usually for a couple hours, finishing around 11 a.m. or noon, depending on our start.

Besides Latin daily, I’d a few other activities I’d do usually sometime between about 4 a.m. and 1 p.m. These were for spirit, for fun and a bit of escape.

I’d continued my quarantine habits of reading more Scripture. At the month’s start, I’d pray a rosary and read a Psalm a day. A friend and I had finished reading our daily Proverbs chapters in August, so we’d decided to take on a Psalm a day. Then my other friend and I had concluded our rosaries. So, I’d read a Hebrews chapter with my Psalm a day. After I finished Hebrews, my other Bible study group had begun John. So, by September’s end, I was reading a Psalm and John verses a day. Good times.

Daily App Streaks

Around 8 a.m. I’d get in a power nap to recharge. Usually after 8 I also didn’t tend to receive messages from friends in Mongolia, for that approached their midnight. If I received new messages, those tended to come after 6 p.m., which was their morning.

On the learning side, I’d also keep up my Duolingo streak. I’d surpassed over 150 days, so I figured I might as well keep at it. I mostly used Duolingo to practice Latin and seldom had touched the Spanish and Chinese lessons as much as I used to. Sometimes my daily Duolingo lesson feel like bad medicine, but I remind myself that languages stick best when I rehearse them. Other days feel great!

A bit after my morning nap would be my 9 a.m. Latin tutorial. Either right after it (closer to noon or 1 p.m.) or long before it, such as when I’d wake up or shower, I do my Scripture readings, Duolingo and also Pokémon tasks. I’d never set a specific time for these.

Mostly to break up the hard stuff, I’d keep up Pokémon GO and Pokémon Masters EX streaks. The freemium games offer daily bonuses for simple activities. In terms of self-tending, I remember that humans ought to set aside time each day for play. At least by playing free games, I needn’t spend money. They get me out of the house, too!

Habits of Isolation

When I’m not out of the house, the pandemic surely does weird stuff to me. Free time seems to lead me to check my email inbox, perhaps too often. I think that the habit stems from my ambiverted itch to have social contact after spending hours alone glued to topics. I also just like helping people and brightening their days, given how unevenly the pandemic affects us. More innocuously, I check my Google Calendar too to make sure I don’t miss deadlines. I try not to stress so much…

When I caught myself staring too long at that inbox, I’d go outside an hour or few to a walk around the neighborhood, thank God and weigh whatever might be on my mind. Reno, Nev. had had plenty of smoke from NorCal fires, so I’d definitely keep on my facemask. I loved being outside, but toxic air made me less eager.

Around 3 p.m., I’d get in a second power nap. Though, on some weekdays my youngest brother had his online class at 3. So, I try to nap a little before, so he could have the room to himself.

Our family usually has dinner around 6:45 p.m. or 7. Attendance varies depending on who’s at the house by that day. At minimum would usually be Dad, my tita /TEE-tuh/ (Filipina stepma) and me. At most, there would usually include four more, being my youngest brother, a family friend who's also our tenant, my youngest sister and her boyfriend. Sometimes by brother’s still on campus, the family friend’s at work, and/or my sister and her bf aren’t visiting till the next day.

As a side note, when I’d first started coming up from Vegas to help at the Reno house, Dad had only purchased a dining table with four chairs. Then he’d purchased four more chairs, which most of us had opposed. Once everyone else had come up for their fall semesters, though, we conceded that Dad won.

Weekday Mornings

Mondays through Fridays are my dad’s workdays, so morning routines go a little differently. Regardless, I’d usually still be up early, from that 3 to 5 a.m. range.

Tita would usually come downstairs around 5:15 a.m. to begin fixing breakfast for my father and whoever else was at the house. My stepmom reminds me of my mom in this way, waking early to fix food for everyone. I thought of both of them when reading of the woman in Proverbs 31:15, “She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family [...].” I hope I’ll be a caring parent, too.

Tita had retired some months after marrying my pa, which gave her more free time. If she wasn’t down around 5:15, she’d had asked me to come knock upstairs on the master bedroom door in case she and Dad overslept their alarms. I give her a hand when she needs it. Tita would also fix Papa coffee and unload the dishwasher from the night before. I’d help her reach higher shelves and take things to or from the garage.

And Tita and I would chat a bit. I hadn’t known much about the Philippines geographically. I felt surprised to learn that her home province's language is Bisayan, not Tagalog. She said it’s because she’s from Bohol, in the Central Visayas. We’d chat about Asian culture and our Catholicism, too, like the Bible and prayers. I’d also vent about life sometimes. She is a patient soul.

An Early Breakfast

Often between 5:45 a.m. or 6, my papa would come downstairs and enjoy the breakfast his wife made. Dad would also sometimes ask me to do things or comment on my ‘inability’ to do them. I tried to ignore the comments that I felt were a bit rude, since Dad told me I’m going to meet lots of mean people in life. He means well...

By 6:15 a.m., Dad would take off for work, so he’d kiss his honey goodbye and wish me a good day. Back when I was the only one staying at the house with Dad, I’d carry his bags out to the car; but by September, usually Tita would do this. I appreciated that she’d alleviated some of my burdens. She let me focus more on my own tasks, like language studies.

After Dad left, Tita would return upstairs to sleep. In the afternoon, she’d resume cooking to prepare dinner. I’d often still be in the kitchen/dining room since I usually had my computer and notebooks set up there. The house hasn’t really had many other tables on which to work.

Dad tended to get home around 6:45 p.m., hence our family’s usual mealtime. Whoever was nearby would set the table and summon the others. Afterward, we’d all usually pitch to put away the dishes and table mats while Pa and Tita got ready for their evening walk (or while Dad got distracted watching politics on the news). Tita had us leave food out for the others who’d missed dinner.

And now to share the unique activities of my week’s days!

MONDAYS: Non-Profit + Chinese

Mondays and Tuesdays were my Chinese days. Besides the usual Latin in the morning, I’d have a Chinese call in the evening with a teacher whom I’d met through Discord and reddit. The Chinese woman happened to have more free time through the pandemic, and so she felt happy to work with an eager student like me for free! I’d prep for our calls by reading her textbook and watching tutorial videos she’d taped. She encouraged me to give feedback, too.

Before our half-hour Chinese calls, Monday afternoons were also a bit busier. My siblings and I had our Foundation calls to go over the non-profit we were building to honor our late mother and help others. I usually just told people around me that my calls were to catch up with my sibs, which was also true. Since June, we’d been meeting to incorporate as we built up for our Oct. 8, 2020 launch.

Foundation meetings reminded me of extracurricular boards on which I’d sat during my undergrad and brought to mind my experiences in national public relations and advertising competition courses during my final years in journalism school. I felt like I’d been doing this type of work for years!

My siblings and I later moved our meeting time to Thursday afternoons to better accommodate school and work schedules.

And Mondays weren’t all-work-and-no-play. Usually by Monday nights I could find the new episode of “Crash Course: Linguistics” available on YouTube. I really liked those. Plus on Mondays, I could often find online versions of the newest Japanese “Pokémon Journeys” episodes with English subtitles. I’d gotten back into the show in Mongolia when I’d heard that its lead protagonist finally became Champion. Amazing to see!

TUESDAYS: Chinese + Social Justice in Psychology

Tuesdays continued Monday’s Chinese. At 8 a.m. I hopped onto a call of language learners through the National Security Girl Squad (which welcomes men, too!). We’d discuss current political events and interests in Chinese, which definitely helped my vocab. The group reminds me of folks I’d met while participating in the U.S. Department of State Critical Language Scholarship (CLS) Program 2018. Many involved in our calls had also done CLS!

After the Chinese call finished at 9, I sometimes slipped up a bit swapping back to Latin. But, I figure I just need to toughen up that mental acuity.

At 4 p.m., though later moved to 5 p.m., I’d hop on another Zoom for an entirely different topic. I've been serving on the Social Justice Task Force for Division 36 of the American Psychological Association! We focus on how we can live social justice within the Society for the Psychology of Religion and Spirituality. I’ve learned so much from these scholars, practitioners and doctoral students. They even appointed me Task Force secretary from early October.

Tuesday nights I also get another Pokémon break, in the form of Spotlight Hour in Pokémon GO. Sometimes I jog over to a local park for this. The event lets me catch some rarer Pokémon before dinner, hehe.

WEDNESDAYS: Advocacy + Scripture + Calls

Surprisingly similar to my undergrad years, Wednesdays tended to be my ‘gauntlet’ for the week. Once I got through Wednesdays, I got through the week.

On a couple Wednesdays, I’d gotten scheduled on behalf of the National Peace Corps Association (NPCA) conference calls with Nevada Rep. Horsford’s and Sen. Rosen’s offices. I experienced a bit of stress coordinating these activities as a citizen advocate, but I found the thrill of mobilizing decades of Returned Peace Corps Volunteers rewarding. (I even got to meet one in-person who teaches at the Uni of Nevada, Las Vegas!) Thanks to our efforts, Rep. Horsford opted to co-sponsor some urgent Peace Corps legislation, and I even got to publish an advocacy article in the NPCA’s WorldView magazine!

At Wednesday noons, I’d reconnect with a Christian friend with whom I read a Scripture chapter a day. We’d studied abroad together in Shanghai, China 2017, actually! We’d catch up about life, reflect on our readings and chat about our foci for the week. God, I love fellowship.

On a couple more Wednesdays, I had my virtual meetings with the Honors College at the Uni of Nevada, Reno. Timing tended to place our External Affairs committee and Community Advisory Board meetings on Wednesdays. I also wound up as secretary for the latter! Meanwhile, I served as co-chair of our Alumni Task Force; its meeting fell on a Thursday. For some reason, other calls with friends tended to stack up on Wednesdays, too.

By the night’s end, I was usually pretty tired. But, Pokémon GO had its legendary Raid Hour! So I usually jogged to the park or someplace for another cool Pokémon before it changed. Fun times.

THURSDAYS and FRIDAYS: Recentering

Thursdays and Fridays tended to be similar in terms of functions. Sometimes I’d have web conference events on these mornings. Otherwise, I’d usually sprinkle excess meetings from Wednesdays into Thursday afternoons.

Thursday mornings I’d have a quick check-in call with one of my fellow evacuated Returned Peace Corps Volunteers who was also telling her story. Thursday afternoons became my siblings’ and my family foundation’s new meeting time. First and third Thursday evenings, my Knights of Columbus College Council also prayed rosaries together over Zoom.

Thursday and Friday mornings tended to be better for my Latin since I’d fewer outside stressors. I’d shifted my least urgent business to Friday afternoons. I’d usually get out any last emails Friday before the weekend or queue them for Monday.

SATURDAYS: Wildcards

Saturdays varied. Sometimes they were like Fridays were fewer responsibilities. I did my own things, usually catching up on my Latin or working on personal projects. I saw national and state parks on one weekend!

Saturdays were also the first of Dad’s couple days off. So, he was at the house, too. Sometimes Dad heaped on responsibilities, busying my weekend.

SUNDAYS: Workdays

Sundays were pleasant. At 4 or 5 a.m., the American couple I’d befriended, who still worked in Mongolia, led their weekly Bible study video call with Mongolians. When my alarm successfully woke me up, I’d sign onto Zoom to chat with them about our week’s readings. I’d usually gain new insights, share what’s up in the States, and they’d mention what’s new in Mongolia. Then we’d offer our prayer intentions and sign off within the half-hour.

Dad tended to get up a bit later on Sundays. Our family did a few activities together if he wasn’t out shopping with Tita. Besides fixing together a hardier Sunday brunch, our main activity would be to see the Sunday liturgy on one of the tellies upstairs. We tended to watch Fr. Nathan Mamo and the students from Our Lady of Wisdom Newman Center since that was the parish we’d attended in Reno. Sometimes my sister or I would appear on the videos, too. We’d occasionally help with the readings or psalms since we used to serve at Masses pre-pandemic.

Given the many morning activities, my Latin-tutoring friend and I tended to call off or call short our calls on Sundays.

Sometime after the liturgy, Dad often had me or my siblings come outside to help him with yard work. Dad works on his days off—been his way since before I was born, judging from stories of my older half-brother. I figure it’s from his childhood on the farm or maybe past life as an army officer. Dad works hard.

Well, it’s a busy life, but I’m grateful to have finally been receiving Pandemic Unemployment Assistance. That’s let me stress less while I wait to get back to the Peace Corps. I’m an extremely fortunate soul.

Into October

Toward September’s end, I found out I wouldn’t be returning to Peace Corps Mongolia until Jan. 2021 at the earliest. This led me to prioritize readying my things for my future redeployment. It also gave me the comfort to let teams and friends know I’d be around longer. I felt weird knowing I’ll be in the States this year for such holidays as Hallowe’en, Thanksgiving and Christmas. But, God opens many doors.

By my last week this September, I still really felt ‘abroad.’ I haven’t settled much into the U.S. since returning. I feel more like I’m ‘just visiting.’ I wonder when I’ll feel at home again. I try to keep in mind that home is wherever I feel secure, safe and comfortable, welcomed and belonging in my community and space. Now that I’ve a bedroom again in the Vegas house where I’d spent middle and high school, that could help.

Usually once or twice a week Dad still has a yard task or chore for me to do, but those have been less frequent since fall set in. I think now that there’s more for me to attend to in Vegas, I’ll probably return there from late October. Let me know if you want to chat! Love to hear how people’ve been weathering this pandemic.

As for this blog, more to come! I look forward to writing about diversity, considering both nature and people. Remember to vote, American friends! What a year we’ve had.

You can read more from me here at DanielLang.me :)

#Peace Corps #Mongolia #story StayHome #Nevada #WithMe #Las Vegas #fall #patience #USA #memoryLang #God #Catholic #memoir #memorial #COVID-19 #Coronavirus #Christian #Reno #politics

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tiffronic-supersonic · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @nirhauma

1. What’s your biggest pet peeve? When pedestrians cross the street when it’s obviously not their turn to cross, as in the light is red and they still walk anyway.

2. What one fear would you like to conquer? Public speaking in large groups of people.

3. What’s your favourite song lyric and why? “Think I lost my mind but don’t worry about me, happens all the time, in the morning I’ll be better.” One Republic - Better

4. If you could shop at one store for free, which would it be? Le Chateau

5. Which language would you like to speak fluently? Chinese so I could actually hold conversations with my extended family.

6. What secret super power would you like to have, and why? The ability to read the mind of someone I’m making eye contact with.

7. Would you like to be famous and what would you like to be known for? I don’t want to be famous.

8. What was the worst haircut you ever had? I was 6-7 and my mom was giving me a haircut and I told her not to cut it too short and she gave me a bowl cut and I cried and never let her cut my hair again.

9. What are the most important qualities in friends? That they’re trustworthy, empathetic, and that we can laugh at the same things.

10. What’s the most significant lesson you’ve learned in life so far? Being the bigger person isn’t always better.

11. What makes you laugh the hardest? Stupid jokes, and dumb memes.

12. What’s your proudest accomplishment? That I got a job in my field when I was super not confident about it, and when the economy was bad.

13. If you could have any view out the window of your room, which would it be? The ocean

14. If you could eat dinner with one celebrity, who would it be, and why? I’m not sure, I’d probably be too nervous to meet them and I’d just be anxious the whole time if I did meet them so the conversation wouldn’t be very good. Ryan Tedder seems like a very nice guy though.

15. If you could do something dangerous just once with no risk, what would you do? Explore the depths of the ocean

16. What’s your all-time favourite music video? I probably have another favorite I can’t think of right now but Carried Away - Passion Pit always makes me happy when I watch it

17. Which three words would you use to describe yourself? Realistic, squishy, procrastinator

18. What’s the first thing you’d do if you suddenly changed into the opposite sex? Find someone to have sex with me.

19. What’s your favourite website, and why? I don’t frequent may websites but I like certain subreddits on reddit like relationships, food and accounting.

20. If you got a tattoo, what would you get and where would you out it? I think an underboob mandala piece would look nice.

21. When you’re down, what do you do to feel better? I talk to my Sam bean and he usually makes me feel better. That, or sleep.

22. If you could go on tour with a band for a month, who would it be, and why? Panic! At the Disco, Brendan Urie seems like a big weirdo and my kind of guy.

23. What’s you favourite dessert? White chocolate raspberry cheesecake. I can’t find the exact same recipe I used to make it anymore though.

24. What one thing would you want to do most if you had all the money in the world? I’d travel and give some to family and friends

25. Who’s the least obvious person you’d like to kiss? Mmmmmm, I don’t have one.

26. Would you join in at a topless beach? I would not say no if everyone else is doing it.

27. Where would you most like to travel? Probably somewhere in Asia where I can try all the different types of street foods.

28. What would you eat for your ultimate birthday dinner? Some kind of pasta with mushroom soup to start.

29. What was your most embarrassing moment? Probably when I got a UTI and while getting my medication for it, I couldn’t hold my bladder anymore and I peed my pants at the university pharmacy.

30. What historical sporting event would you like to witness? I’m not a huge sports fan so none comes to mind.

31. Which song evokes the strongest memories for you? Apologise always brings back nostalgic memories about junior high that make me cringe.

32. What’s the best birthday celebration you can imagine? A dinner with all my close friends would be nice.

33. What’s your favourite ethnic food? Korean or Japanese

34. Do you have any habits you’d like to give up? Procrastinating, not eating lunch because I’m lazy, swearing so much.

35. What would you save first if your house caught on fire? My laptop because I can’ remember a lot of my passwords since they’re saved on here.

36. Who would you trade places with for one month? Maybe Michael Phelps? I’m an atrocious swimmer so that would be neato.

37. What’s the story behind your first name? My dad named me after himself and then never used that name so I’ve always been called by my middle name. I was named after the Tiffany’s diamond store for something along the reason of “diamonds last forever, just like my love for you”. Cheesy but cute I would say.

38. What’s been the biggest obstacle in your life so far? I can’t say I’ve had a bad life, I wouldn’t say it’s an obstacle but a challenge would probably be my parents leaving and barely getting to see them anymore.

39. Have you ever stolen something? What was it? Why did you steal it? I steal mushrooms at the self checkout by not putting them on the weighing scale the whole way. Sometimes I just want a free mushroom.

40. To you, what’s the secret to happiness? Money and a lot of good pals.

I’m tagging @sylvanarama, @ironykins and @ninjadogs

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