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survey--s · 1 year ago

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Have you ever gotten lost while on a road trip? Not while I was driving, but my mum and I once got horrendously lost in Australia and ended up staying in this tiny pub in the middle of nowhere - the kind of place where you walk in and all the locals stop and stare at you lol. My mum said she was shitting herself as she was on her own with me, but everyone was actually super friendly and we had a really nice time.

When did you last have some lemonade? I don’t remember, I’m not really a huge fan of lemonade unless it’s flavoured with something else.

Who is your celebrity crush? Johnny Depp.

If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? Purple.

What do you do when you feel restless? Go and clean something normally, lol. Or I’ll go out and do something - walk the dog or go and get a coffee somewhere.

Do you take a lot of pictures of sunrises/sunsets? I don’t deliberately go out and photograph them, but if I’m out anyway and a sunset is happening I’ll take loads of photos.

Do you like the color orange? No.

Are you currently wearing a watch? Nope. I like the idea of a watch but my last one broke and I just never bothered to replace it, I guess.

When did you last have cereal? About a week ago? Maybe two weeks.

What last made you anxious? Having to turn down a client and hoping she wouldn’t be really pissed off. I hate having to say no but honestly, it’s essential sometimes.

What is something you were surprised to learn? Pineapples grow on the ground and not on trees.

Do you get flu vaccinations every year? No.

Have you ever been on a doubledate? Yeah, a couple of times as a teenager. Linnet and I once dated best friends for a while.

What radio station do you listen to most? Radio One, but 99% of the time I just use my phone for music.

Have you ever shunned a family member or vice versa? No.

Favorite shade of blue? Turquoise or ocean blue.

Favorite soup? Chicken ramen.

Do you like mangoes? If they’re ripe and sweet, yeah, but often fresh mango is really sour and that really puts me off. I like dried mango though. It reminds of me of holidays in Australia.

Do you prefer pancakes or waffles? Waffles, but I do like pancakes as well.

If you create music playlists, what is the title of the last one you made? "Taylor Austin Dye” as that’s the name of the artist.

Would you or have you ever traveled to China? I have zero desire to ever go to China - as a country it really freaks me out.

What's your height? 5′8″.

What color do you wear most often? Black or grey.

When taking a shower, do you turn on the water before getting in? Yeah, I always check the temperature before getting in.

What do you want most? An unlimited supply of money lol.

What is an overused word you hear a lot? Literally.

What do you currently hear? I’m watching Alice Through the Looking Glass and I can hear my own typing and one of the cats snoring.

What were the last 3 things you ate? All I’ve eaten today is two slices of toast...yesterday I also had some vegetable crisps and a chocolate teacake.

When did you last take a selfie? A few days ago, but it was more for Simba lying on me than any other reason.

How is your mental health? It’s doing pretty good these days.

How much water do you drink in a day? I never drink plain water unless I’m taking a tablet for some reason.

What are you thankful for currently? My business and all my clients. I’ve had a few lovely reviews/comments recently.

What animal do you think is the ugliest? Angler fish, I think they’re called?

If applicable, would you quit your job if you won the lottery? Not straight away as I do like my business, but I would definitely drop days.

What is your favorite sleeping position? On my side cuddling my bear.

What are 3 scents you like? Vanilla, freshly baked bread, cinnamon.

Have you ever thrown someone a surprise party? No. I’d be awful at that kind of thing.

What's an unpopular opinion you have politically? If you’re transgender, you’re transgender. You can’t become the opposite sex no matter how much surgery you have, or how many hormones you take. That doesn’t mean I think there’s anything wrong with being transgender - people should do whatever makes them happy, but they shouldn’t lie about it and what it actually means. I expect I’ll get shot down in flames for that though.

What's a type of cheese or cheese alternative that you enjoy? I love ALL the cheese. As long as it’s not spicy, it’s good for me.

What is a kid activity that you would still do now as an adult? Watch Disney films. I’m watching one right now actually.

Do you like the scent of fresh cut grass? I love it - it reminds me of summer.

If you were to go to a Disney themed costume party, what would you dress up as? Alice in Wonderland, but from the original Disney movies, not the newer Tim Burton ones.

What is an ability you believe everyone should have? CPR and how to provide basic medical care.

What is the first thing you do after coming home from a trip? Go to the toilet lol.

Name a song that's fun to sing along to. Mr Brightside.

Do you know how your parents met? Yeah, they were both working at the same hospital. My dad had a girlfriend at the time and broke up with her for my mum - but when he went to ask her out, she was travelling with her sister, so he waited three months for her lol.

Do you believe love is blind? It definitely can be.

Have you ever made a bet and lost? Sure, but nothing major or that would cost me money lol.

If you owned a restaurant, what would you serve? I’ve always wanted to own a bakery. In reality, I’d never do it as I know it’s hugely time-consuming and expensive, but I love the idea of it.

What's the fanciest event you've ever attended? Dinner at a super posh Michelin star restaurant.

What food tastes better than its appearance? Squid tentacles.

Do you actively post on social media? I post on Facebook and Instagram, and I use Tumblr for surveys.

Do you believe in horoscopes? No.

What's a hobby you would like to get into? I wish I could still ride - my instructor had to stop and I just can’t afford to pay for longer rides out, especially as they’re always during the week when I’m working anyway.

Would you take the opportunity to become immortal? I don’t think I’d want to experience that. I mean, you could end up in a position where you’re being tortured to death and you’re stuck like that for eternity. It kind of gives me the creeps just thinking about it ha.

Do you experience intrusive thoughts? Yes, sometimes.

What is a movie that makes you laugh? Bridget Jones’ Diary.

What is the best name you've heard an animal named? There’s a horse I follow on Instagram called Chicken Elizabeth Nugget. And it’s a male horse lol.

Do you keep track of how many steps you take? My phone does it automatically but I don’t really look very often unless I’ve had an unusually busy day at work or something.

What's something that isn't really needed that you would not want to live without? Heating that you can control via your phone. I love being able to put the heating on remotely in winter so I come home to a warm house.

What would you name a yacht if you had one? It’s not something I’ve ever thought about.

Morbid, I apologize. How do you think you'll die? Probably fussing a dangerous animal lol.

What's something embarrassing you've said to someone? There are way too many things that fit into that category.

If you could have anything in a store for free, which store would you choose? The Apple store please.

For 1 day, what animal would you choose to be? Cat.

What woke you up this morning? The dog being a right fidget-arse and insisting on getting under the covers and practically lying on top of me.

Would you rather have many hobbies or 1 true passion? Many hobbies, as I feel like if you couldn’t do your passion for some reason, you’d then just be lost, whereas if you have a variety of interests, there’s generally always something you can do.

Do you save or spend more money? I try and do both in equal measures, but I’m definitely better at spending it.

Do you listen to podcasts? Nah, I get bored listening to other people talk.

What is your favorite dish to cook? I don’t really enjoy cooking anything.

If you have pets, what would you ask them if they could speak? I have no idea - all sorts of things, really.

How do you deal with stress? I just get on with it. There isn’t really another option.

What compliment did you last receive? Suzy saying I was the best dog walker ever, lol.

If you were president, what's one thing you'd change about your country? The education system and what’s happening to the NHS.

Would you rather get a facial or massage? A massage.

If you were offered a super bowl ad, would you create a commercial and what would it be like? ...

When did you last feel an adrenaline rush? I honestly don’t remember.

Who is tallest in your family? My granddad was 6ft something.

What's the oldest article of clothing you own look like? I have some old jumpers that I’ve had since I was a teenager. One is grey with “I love Coffee” on it and one is just bright pink.

When did you last mess something up? I don’t recall.

Do you write in a journal? This is it.

What's something you're confident in? Working with animals.

Have you ever received a strange gift? Sure, I guess so?

Do you currently have a headache? No.

What's something you have on your bucket list? Travel the world.

#survey #surveys

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megan0013 · 3 years ago

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I check back occasionally to see if anyone has asked, but since they haven’t, I’ll ask myself lol; for the villain!Emilie au, how did Gabriel react when Nathalie revealed it to him? Did the drawings prompt his memories like they did Nathalie’s or was it a bit more difficult?

hello, hi. sorry for the wait. i actually wanted to write something for this anyway, so i thought i'd just wait to answer with that. i hope you enjoy!

[part one of my version of a villain!emilie au can be found here, and the inspiration behind the story can be found here]

gabriel is really quite annoyed when his son skids into the atelier, but it evaporates almost instantly when the panic rolling off the boy hits him like a tidal wave. his heart jumps into his throat.

“it’s nathalie,” adrien pants, hands clutching his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “we found a box of your old sketches. but they’re… they’re wrong.”

“show me.”

adrien nods and hurries out into the hallway without waiting. “she’s in there,” he says after making it back to the storage room in record time. “father, wait. before you go in… something weird’s going on. it’s all your artwork. i know it is. i do. but none of it’s right.”

gabriel’s frown deepens. “what do you mean?”

“i have blue eyes.” adrien swallows hard. “and nathalie… she’s in mom’s place.”

which, obviously, makes no sense to someone who hasn’t seen any of the drawings yet. “alright. well, you just… stay out here, okay?” gabriel gives the boy’s shoulder an awkward pat. “let me talk to her.”

then he squares his shoulders and turns the corner to find nathalie sitting cross-legged toward the rear of the room, cheeks glistening with silent tears as she stares down at a sheet of charcoal paper on her lap.

his heart aches for her.

“nathalie?” he calls softly from the doorway. “nathalie, my dear. what’s wrong?”

she doesn’t respond at first and he’s starting to wonder if she even heard him when nathalie, her voice thick with grief, finally says, “she stole my life, gabriel. she stole our life together.”

he opens his mouth, then closes it without a word and starts slowly picking his way through the clutter to kneel down beside her. “i don’t understand. who stole – “

“emilie.” she takes a deep breath, eyes falling shut as she exhales, and doesn’t resist when gabriel gently tugs the sketch she’s holding out of her hands. “you drew that on all saints day. adrien ate so many cookies he gave himself a stomachache, so we canceled our plans for the evening to stay home with him.” her lashes flutter open. “and a month later, that life – our life – no longer existed.”

gabriel shakes his head as he stares down at the picture of nathalie and adrien cuddled together under a flannel blanket, smiling at something just out of frame. the fireplace or something on tv, probably. “no.”

she sighs.

“no,” he repeats, wanting nothing more than to crumple the paper up or tear it into a million little pieces. he doesn’t, though. he can’t. “this never happened.”

“it did,” nathalie whispers. “all of them did.”

and that’s when he looks, really looks, at the artwork scattered around them. there’s a painting of adrien with big blue eyes peeking out from his crib and another of him playing at the beach, his hair a light shade of brown and chin a different shape. gabriel pushes them aside and is met with a portrait of a young, carefree nathalie sporting a cheeky grin that, for some reason, causes his heart to flutter wildly in his chest.

she’s pregnant in the next one, and wearing a sundress he distinctly remembers designing for emilie.

“i don’t believe it. none of it.” he scowls as he holds the drawing up for nathalie to see. “there were photos of emilie wearing this dress in magazines all over the world, yet you expect me to believe it was really yours? how, nathalie? how is that possible?”

“she made a wish.”

it’s like a punch to his gut. “she didn’t. she wouldn’t.”

“she would and she did.” her lip trembles, but nathalie manages to maintain what little composure she has left. “i should know. i was there when she made it.”

gabriel, however, is having none of it.

“would you listen to yourself? you’re not making sense,” he snarls. “she had everything she wanted. me, adrien – we would do anything for her. she didn’t need to make a wish. these are all fake. an illusion, or some sort of sick joke. they aren’t real!”

“gabriel.”

“i love emilie,” he insists. “i do. i’m terrorizing a whole fucking city to bring her back, aren’t i?”

“yes, you are.” nathalie’s breath hitches. “because she wanted you to, and you have to do whatever she wants. big or small, it doesn’t matter. think about it. did you ever say no to her?”

he wants to refute her, but chokes on the words.

“no, you didn’t. you couldn’t.”

“this is… it’s ridiculous. these,” he grabs a handful of drawings and begins flinging them in the air one by one, “aren’t real. my life with emilie is. we were happy. we were in love. we… we were…” he trails off when his gaze suddenly latches onto a half-finished sketch of nathalie, done in charcoal, sleeping peacefully on her side in an oddly familiar bed. there’s something about it that draws gabriel in and, without thinking, he reaches out to trace his fingertips along the line of her bare shoulder down to the curve of her hip. “real?”

“that was our first night in that little studio we rented above the theatre,” she tells him, nodding at the sketch. “you weren’t used to the lights on the marquee yet and couldn’t sleep. when i woke up, you said you’d needed something to do with your hands – ”

“and you told me there were other ways to put them to good use,” his voice cracks and he sucks in a shaking breath before looking up at the woman he’s actually in love with. there are tears in his eyes. “oh, god, nath. how could she do this to us? why? why would she do this?”

nathalie leans forward to cradle his face in her hands. “she always got what she wanted, gabe. except you.”

#meg answers #gabenath #villain!emilie au #to clarify: emilie wished all photographs and social media postings and whatever else would show her instead of nathalie #but she didn’t take into account gabriel’s personal drawings #ask box is always open if anyone has questions or would like to see more

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444tsumu · 3 years ago

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HAPPY 100 MARS!!!/&/&: AHHH! okay so i’d love a tier three if you didn’t mind! i wanted to know which 3 characters would smoke ouid and what you think smoking with them would be like? ily tysm!

▭ WHICH CHARACTERS SMOKE WEED?

includes matsukawa, hanamaki, suna

warnings drug use, explicit content, doing things under the influence, implied sexual content, slight nsfw.

authors note lol ik some people don’t like the whole “w*ed” and dr*g use hc but it’s all fiction and based on my own personal opinion (: i don’t mean to offend anyone lol i smoke too <3

This is a long one, beware <3 also it’s also my dream blunt rotation LMAO

𖥻 MATSUKAWA, ISSEI !

definitely the philosophical stoner

always has a question or an answer

depends on how much he’s smoked though

eyes get really red and he looks really hot

prefers backwoods over regular papers

always smoked regular papers though bc woods are bad for you (:

does that thing where they lick the paper and look at you at the same time

the hottest man smoking ever god please

always makes sure to have you sitting on his left so that he passes it to you first

loves smoking people out

doesn’t really care if you put in money or not

if issei is around, everyone is getting high

smokes makki’s unemployed ass out like everyday lmao

loves to hotbox

lights you up for the first time and tries to get you into another galaxy

“if you’re gonna get high, at least do it right”

definitely funny as fuck when he’s high

always definitely ready to fuck

very touchy when he’s high

will hold on to you for a long time and forget he’s doing it

but if you make him let go he genuinely feels the skin contact nearly rip off

calm down mattsun your possessiveness is showing

tries to explain all the different types to you but forgets mid sentence

literally cannot formulate a single structured thought

definitely leans in to make out with you more than once

loves shotgunning with you

already lazy but when he’s zooted he’s UNBEARABLE

he really does wanna fuck but ends up smoking too much with you because you played chicago and forgot

doesn’t really get hungry for food but munchies?

ate all of the snacks

has no remorse for his actions either

stares into the deep nothing for like 10 minutes

just to snap out of it and look around suspiciously

“do you guys hear that….?”

“…..no?”

“………..the paint is screaming at me?”

ok buddy don’t ruin this for everyone else

knows how to french & ghost inhale

has argued with makki many times over the earth being flat

doesn’t really think it’s flat

ends up believing it is after makki told him the world was actually dome shaped

has a grinder shaped like a dragon ball

not a peer pressuring kinda guy but thinks everyone should get high at least once

definitely gets iwa and oikawa to try

loves getting oikawa high cause he thinks the guy is fucking hilarious

laughs at everything

just a great guy, especially when he starts smoking

falls into a weed coma and doesn’t wake up for like 3 days though

treats it like it’s a regular hangover

definitely falls asleep with his entire body on top of you and no remorse for the weight

says “i’m fried” and isn’t embarrassed about it for whatever reason

he’s hot so no one judges him

𖥻 HANAMAKI, TAKAHIRO !

definitely a comedian when he’s high

always the funniest guy in the room

when him and mattsun are together though?

undefeated

him and issei both smoked for the first time together

after that though?

they became unstoppable

don’t get me started with after volleyball season ended

prefers bongs because he thinks he looks cooler lmao

everyone assumes makki is high but they don’t know he actually gets high

offers to smoke you out cause you’re hot lmao

makes fun of you when you cough

even though he still coughs

hates hotboxing because he can’t handle it

but refuses to pussy out so he’s always the first one to agree

in his own words

“my mother didn’t raise no bitch”

makki please

ideal smoking partner

is one of those people that fuck the passing rotation up because he refuses to pass it to anyone but you

secretly does it because he doesn’t want anyone else’s lips touching yours

prefers to smoke with just his close friends but doesn’t mind a session

doesn’t like shotgunning cause he starts thinking his breath smells bad

gives in anyways because he doesn’t want you doing it with anyone else

loves when you put your legs on him

the pressure gives him chills

makes jokes 24/7 because he likes hearing you laugh

can’t french inhale but mattsun taught him how to ghost inhale and he hasn’t stopped since

takes videos of himself cause he thinks he looks cool

realizes he looks like a fucking idiot but fuck it we ball

falls into a weed coma with his head on your lap and his phone unlocked and still on

does that thing where he lights it up with it in his mouth and looks really fucking hot while doing so

has a breaking bad rick & morty rolling tray and is really proud of it

gets really into music when he’s high

will sing along to all the songs while he’s packing the bong

as i repeat

looks hot while doing so

definitely a hungry high

orders food before you even get to ask

“makki, want some snacks?”

“oh nah it’s cool, i already ordered mcdonald’s”

“????? we just finished smoking????”

prefers smoking over drinking but will do both when he wants to go big or go home

eyes get really low

talks kinda slow but really deep and it’s fucking hot

laughs by throwing his head back and it’s really cute

gets cold when he’s high

it doesn’t matter the season

he gets fucking cold and it makes no sense

so he’ll need your body heat to warm himself up (;

𖥻 SUNA, RINTAROU !

a confused high

no doubt about it

this man never knows what the fuck is going on

ik everyone complains about the stoner!suna hc

but i think it’s fucking hot lmao

always has like 2 blunts rolled and on him at all times

is one of those people that will use any excuse to do it

“……(sighs) i’m gonna go take a smoke break.”

“suna we just got here??”

“exactly”

likes joints and edibles the best

not much of a hungry high or munchie high

but he hyperfixates on a certain food and will eat it until there is nothing left

ate an entire pack of gum in one sitting before

definitely watches cartoons the minute he starts to feel the buzz

rarely talks unless to pass it to you or make a single joke that has you about to pee yourself

he doesn’t say much but when he does?

the man leaves an impact

hates smoking with other people

doesn’t like when they fuck his blunt/joint up

hates smoking joints rolled by other people unless he watches them do it

always complains when you ask to smoke with him but secretly loves it

shotguns with you and acts like nothing just happened

hello sir how dare you make me fall inlove like that

forgets everything so don’t try to say anything important to him

zones out because he’s too busy imagining fucking

but then forgets about fucking and starts thinking about what’s on the tv

can’t hold a conversation but will go in-depth as to why spongebob squarepants was more than just a sponge

“no you need to listen to me, patrick star is much more than just his best friend—”

“….rin what the fuck are you talking about?”

“you’re asking me like i know? pass the blunt.”

definitely got into smoking in high school but didn’t actually do it like that until college

lies on his drug tests lmao

smokes after every win as a celebration and smokes after ever loss as a reliever

lmao seek help sir

definitely tries to get you to take your shirt off when he’s in the moment

swears it’s because he’s doing you a favor but really just loves how you look in his clothes when he’s high

doesn’t really know when to stop because he’s never greened out before

all his supplies is a simple shade of black

he’s a simple man

can do all the smoke tricks

but won’t do it in front of anyone cause he hates when people point it out

likes hotboxing because it gets him higher faster

is actually friends with the guy he gets weed from lmao

his perfect date with you was that one time you guys stood home and did nothing but smoke and watch family guy

tears up every time he thinks about it

has a picture of himself with two blunts in his mouth and his eyes really red and it’s really fucking hot

giggles even though he tries not to

uses pens when he can’t physically have weed on him

doesn’t really like it because the pen high makes him knock out after a few pulls

once rin falls into a weed coma???

don’t even think about trying to contact him cause that man might as well be dead

doesn’t wake up to save his own damn life

you can smack him and the most he’d do is probably groan and turn his head lmao

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rigmarolling · 5 years ago

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Top 5 Things That Will Kill You In the Victorian Era

If you’ve ever spent more than two seconds with me, you know that I live and breathe the fog-choked air of Victorian London. All day. Every day of my life.

See, in many ways, the Victorians were the first version of us--overwhelmed by rapidly-changing technology (and its awful effect on the climate); dealing with incredible wealth gaps; grappling with rising crime and faster travel and out-of-control media and the whole, “God is dead, oh no” thing.

Also, everything was trying to kill you.

Like, literally almost everything.

From your clothes to your doctor to your canned food, here are the top five things that will kill you in the Victorian era.

5. Other Victorians

If the rise of penny dreadfuls (cheap magazines stuffed with horror stories for us morbidly-inclined goth types) was any indication, Victorians loved them some true crime.

And there was no shortage of subject matter to choose from: depending on where you ventured in London, at least, you could be subject to anything from pickpocketing to mugging to violent assault and, of course, murder.

There were a few reasons for this:

For one thing, the population in London alone increased by millions in the 19th century, and approximately no one was prepared for that. So, to accommodate the rapidly-booming population, the wealthy folks in charge reached out and lovingly ensured the masses of the disenfranchised poor were taken care of by redistributing resources and education and access to opportunities that improved lives on a both a personal and social level.

Lol, no, I’m totally kidding; they shoved them into slums and tenement buildings and pretended they didn’t exist.

So of course, there was a rise in crime, because if you have five kids and you can’t find gainful employment and your family will starve if you don’t steal that basket of food over there, or that purse that lady left sitting over THERE, what are you going to do? You’re going to steal the food and the purse to survive, Jean Valjean, I understand, I do.

Except the powers that be did NOT understand, and instead routinely espoused the idea that if people were poor, it was because they were morally bankrupt, or inherently bad, somehow, and the “criminal classes,” as they came to be known by the growing Victorian middle and upper-middle classes, were simply considered genetically bad to the bone and therefore undeserving of assistance.

Basically:

So ANYWAY.

Crime was on the rise and there were multiple efforts to stop it with varying degrees of success, but big city usually = big crime, especially when there’s a massive gap between the one percent-ers and THE REST OF US, WASHINGTON.

Ahem.

All that crime? The booming news industry loved it. The press ate it up and then spit it back out in salacious headlines that never even bothered with journalistic objectivity, like this gem:

I mean. Full disclosure: I, too, agree that cutting off a woman’s head, arms, and legs and then burning them is “awful, inhuman, & barbarous” but just...maybe...maybe tone it down? Just a bit?

No? Okay.

See, here’s the thing: crime sells. It always has. And papers went nuts with full illustrated spreads about the latest brutal murders so you could sit in your parlor and get anxiety poops thinking about how the butcher down the street looked at you funny the other day and oh, God, you’re probably next, oh God.

The most famous murderer of the era, was, of course, Jack the Ripper, which was just the orchestral climax of a hideously corrupted society that had bubbled into naught but a festering carbuncle, an ulcer upon the very soul of man, trussed up as a city of industry, but which is merely Salome, dancing with the Lamb’s head upon a platter and sending us all tumbling into a fiery pit.

....Ahem, again.

Some popular ways your fellow Victorians could kill you included: dueling (with swords but usually with revolvers), stabbing, garroting, and, probably the most popular method of the era, poisoning.

Speaking of which...

4. Anything dyed that hip shade of green

In 1775, a guy named Carl Wilhelm Scheele invented a new shade of green, cleverly called Scheele’s green, and it instantly became a hit. Pretty soon, manufacturers and tailors were dyeing everything this color.

Look at it. Bright, airy. Calls to mind a fresh, spring meadow. (What’s that, you ask? Well, before the Industrial Revolution belched out black smoke onto absolutely everything, there were these things called plants and grass and they were all over the place and you could frolic through them and it was very nice for your serotonin levels.)

I mean, listen, this isn’t really my color because anything vaguely yellow-ish makes my already yellow-ish skin look especially jaundiced, but it’s a lovely shade:

Besides using it to create beautiful dresses and tasteful waistcoats, they used it inside book covers:

And it was a super popular wallpaper color:

They had green candles and green cups and green kitchenwares and green paint.

But while Carl Wilhelm Scheele didn’t exactly murder anyone (even though he has three names like every serial killer ever), he sort of, accidentally, indirectly, kinda...did.

Because that springy dye contained every Victorian black widow’s favorite method to dispose of a troublesome husband: arsenic.

Scheele, of course, had no idea--no one did--so I’m fully exonerating him here, but the poison nonetheless started to take its toll.

Reports began to surface of kids getting sicker and sicker and then dying in their green wallpapered rooms; of fashionable ladies rocking those green dresses at balls and then ALSO getting sicker and sicker and breaking out in horrible sores before dying.

They even used this stuff to dye food green, so of course, anybody who tucked into Victorian green eggs and ham also, you know. Died.

And if they DIDN’T die, they got cancer, because if arsenic doesn’t kill you, it will give you cancer. And then kill you.

Eventually, as science advanced and went, “HEYO, there’s literal poison in this stuff,” consumers were like, “Well, shoot, this summer’s hottest beach shade just killed an entire boarding school,” and Scheele’s green finally fell out of favor.

It was, however, used as a pesticide up through the 1930s, so...way to use the...leftovers? I guess?

3. Your canned food

Hey, now that we’re on the topic of deadly chemicals being where they absolutely should not be, let’s talk about canned food.

In the Victorian era, it was the new Hot Thing (next to arsenic green). You mean I can can my food now? Like? Forever? Oh, only for a few months. Okay, cool. Still cool.

Above: Road trip snax.

Food preservation methods had existed long before canned meats and veggies and soups, but canned everything really started to gain traction around the middle of the 19th century, and people were stoked. Remember, the population exploded; people needed new methods of obtaining cheap food that didn’t spoil immediately. So: cans to the rescue!

Recycling hadn’t really been invented, though, so today, archaeologists constantly find giant Victorian trash pits filled with empty cans.

You know what also hadn’t been invented? Consumer health and safety boards.

So guess what was in the tin cans themselves?

No, no, don’t worry, it wasn’t arsenic.

It was lead.

Which, in case you weren’t aware, is also very, very bad for you.

So bad, in fact, that today, scientists are pretty sure lead-lined tins of canned food were partially responsible for the deaths on the disastrous Franklin Expedition, an ultimately futile trip to discover the Northwest Passage lead by Sir John Franklin in 1845. Every single man on board the two ships stranded in the Arctic died, and in the 1980s, when scientists discovered perfectly mummified bodies (GRAPHIC, if you don’t like that sort of thing, but awesome if you do) of some of the sailors, one of the mummies contained insane amounts of lead. They later tested the cans found scattered across the wreck site and whoops, they also contained insane amounts of lead.

Above: Some of the tin cans from the Franklin Expedition, which contained items like salted beef, vegetables, tea, lethal amounts of lead, and Chicken of the Sea.

Granted, other factors contributed to the Franklin deaths, like, you know, being stranded in the Arctic and starving to death, and also tuberculosis, but lead-lined canned food certainly didn’t help things along.

2. Your doctor

Here’s my advice if you’re in the Victorian era and you’re starting to feel sick: do not get sick. Just don’t. Because then that means you’ll have to go to the doctor. Which probably means you will die.

Hospitals in the 19th century were deadly. Often even more deadly than just staying at home, according to Dr. Lindsey Fitzharris, author of The Butchering Art. Nobody knew how to treat anything, really, because medical understanding of biology was in its infancy and antibiotics didn’t exist yet, so you were absolutely, definitely going to get some kind of infection the second you stepped foot in a Victorian hospital.

Above: The surgery, where nobody has any idea what they are doing, ever.

Doctors weren’t trying to kill you on purpose--they just didn’t know any better. And it super duper didn’t help that common treatments for everything from the common cold to tuberculosis included taking mercury (which kills you) and blood-letting, (which can also kill you) the tools for which are shown below:

Those might look like fun doodads for your astronomy class at Hogwarts, but they’re actually vials and a really, really sharp needle that pricks you until you bleed out a critically dangerous amount of blood into those vials.

The (ancient) school of thought behind blood-letting was that draining patients of “bad” blood would rebalance their “humours” and get rid of the icky thing that was making them sick. We might laugh at it now, but if you don’t know any better, logically, it makes sense.

Medically, oh my God, it’s the worst.

So if Doc didn’t bleed you to death, he might try surgery--done without anesthesia or antibiotics (until good old Dr. Lister came along--read The Butchering Art!), and then ship you and your amputated stump leg off to the hospital ward where, instead of healing, you’d get wheeled through hallways stained with every bodily fluid imaginable into rooms filled with people coughing up every bodily fluid imaginable, some of which would get into your leg stump, infect it, and then kill you dead.

“But what about medicine?” you ask. “Can’t I just take medicine?”

Sure! Just be aware that it definitely contains morphine and probably contains cocaine, or mercury, or arsenic, or sulfur, or pulverized bits of ancient Egyptian mummies (I am not kidding. True, the latter had started to fall out of favor in the 19th century, but, like. Stop).

Above: Hard drugs, but just for you.

You think I’m joking?

Above: PARTY TIME.

Sometimes, a doctor would just advise that you move to a “more temperate climate” like Rome or Spain if you were feeling chronically ill, which might help you get a tan and COULD help if you had sucky lungs, but eventually, you’d just die anyway, because what you really needed was a strong antibiotic or antiviral medication and the closest you were gonna get was Mrs. Hopplebopple’s Temperance Tonic, which was probably filled with ground up baby bones and just so much heroin.

And don’t even get me started on Victorian surgical tools:

Open wide.

1. Water

There are three rules in this life: don’t watch any Adam Sandler movies except for maybe Anger Management, don’t eat the yellow snow, and do not, ever, for any reason, ever drink water in Victorian England.

That’s because it was about as clean as a Victorian hospital.

Meaning it wasn’t. At all.

Victorian water--of the Thames variety--contained:

Cholera, one of the deadliest killers of the era and bad water’s favorite roommate.

Poop, human and otherwise, because a functioning sewer system? I don’t know her. (At least, not until the 1860s.)

Pee, human and otherwise, because nothing says, “Jolly Old England” like an open trench of piss rolling through the city.

Dead things, like animals, fish (which are animals, so why am I listing them as a separate thing?), and, occasionally, humans.

Chemicals, which spewed forth from the great factories in billowing, bubbling, belching rivers of sludge. (Ha! Omg, yes, I was an English major!)

The Thames was so filthy that Londoners called it “Monster Soup.”

Above: Same.

In 1855, scientist Michael Faraday (who was also kind of hot; tell me I’m wrong), wrote a letter to the Times about the disgusting state of the river:

"Near the bridges the feculence rolled up in clouds so dense that they were visible at the surface, even in water of this kind. ... The smell was very bad, and common to the whole of the water; it was the same as that which now comes up from the gully-holes in the streets; the whole river was for the time a real sewer."

Tl;dr: “It smelled like ass.”

In fact, it got so bad, so putrid, so horrifically clogged with every disgusting thing your mind and your butthole can possibly conjure up, that it lead to one of my favorite things to read about in the world: The Great Stink of 1858.

Yes, that’s the real name. I did not make that up. History is incredible.

Above: Summer vacation, 1858.

The summer of 1858 was miserably hot in London. And the Thames was miserably clogged with poop, and pee, and chemicals, and dead things, and, uh oh, cholera. During July and August that year, the smell wafting from the river was so offensive that Parliament was actually adjourned because everybody kept throwing up. Cholera devastated the city. The water was killing London.

Faced with either the prospect of living with a city-wide vomit-and-diarrhea smell for the rest of forever OR finally cleaning things up, the government actually did something right and chose the latter. They contracted civil engineer Joseph Bazalgette to overhaul the city’s sewer, to which Bazalgette, pinching his nose, responded, “FINALLY.”

Above: Joesph Bazalgette, savior of the London sewers and purveyor of a truly beautiful mustache.

Bazalgette proceeded to build the London sewer system still in use today. His efforts greatly reduced the number of cholera deaths, cleared the Thames of its Cronenberg-esque muck, and ensured that poop goes where it’s supposed to: way the hell out of HERE and way the hell under THERE.

Water sanitation still had a long way to go, though, which meant you either had to boil your water to kill the bacteria in it, or you could just drink alcohol instead, which was the safer option but which would also leave you very dehydrated and also, if imbibed excessively, would leave you very dead.

So really, you were doomed in some way no matter what you did, and if that isn’t the moral of the entire Victorian story, then I don’t know what is.

#victorian #listory

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6480n · 4 years ago

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Just finished this art of my OC, Jira! He’s my main OC and sort of serves as my persona in many cases, so I’m super excited to be able to share this drawing. Since this is my first time posting him on this blog, I’m going to talk about his history and share a *bunch* of drawings under the cut (as well as WIP images from this drawing).

Text on his shorts says เสือทอง, or “golden tiger”, and he’s carrying bagged soymilk with tapioca, which is a common way to get soymilk in thailand!

The idea for this drawing is one I’ve had in my head for a few months, but wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull off since I don’t have a lot of practice with perspective shots. I sort of wanted to give him a “casually defiant” look, as well as taking the opportunity to design a fun outfit based around colorful muay thai shorts. Unlike myself, I envision Jira as someone who primarily wears shorts (often with an incongruous top like a long coat), so I love designing his outfits because of the unique balance shorts give.

[ID: Two sketches from previous stages of the first drawing, one being a rough full-body sketch and the other being a refined sketch from the torso-up. end ID]

(^ I like his face in this sketch better than the final, lol…) I’m super happy with how this drawing turned out, especially the coloring and shading. I normally have the instinct to put my shading and highlights on another layer (borne from years of drawing art for petsites…), but I painted all the colors and shading on one layer and I’m really happy with how it turned out. I also added some sort of clip studio filter which gave everything a slight amount of color variance, which looks really cool!

Now, about the character himself: I made this guy back in about 2016 when I was getting back into Animal Crossing for the second time. I needed a secondary character for storage, so I invented Jira (who at the time was named 6480 since that was the username I was starting to switch over to), and gave him a connection to my then-main character (plum/Clove, who I’ll post about later) by way of a sort of flirty friendship. I thought it would be cool if they were like, friends who had houses on opposite sides of the same river and waved to each other and ate breakfast together and held hands and like….. yeah 🥺

Jira is super important to me for a ton of reasons, mostly because he developed as I grew up and the transition I made towards using him as my persona instead of Clove represented a lot of changes in my life and my personality. As he developed and I needed to name him, I decided to make him Thai (he started out inadvertently white cause there was only one skintone in ACNL… cringe), which marked a point in time where I became more invested in my cultural background. When I made him a trans man, it represented that I had become more comfortable and proud of my transness. His personality, which was more casual and open than Clove’s, marked the change in my own personality and growth in confidence. And I was able to explore my own ideals of relationships through the one he had with Clove.

Now, it’s 2020 and my new Animal Crossing game has him as my main character and Clove (as well as a couple others) as my alternate! I’m super glad to be able to look back on this and mark the ways I’ve changed over the years, and it’s really interesting that both of my personas since 2014 have been because of the AC franchise.

Here’s some sketches (I haven’t actually made formalized art of him until now, except for one drawing as an anthro monkey which I will not be sharing rofl):

[ID: Digital reference sheet for Jira in Animal Crossing style, in various different poses. He has tan skin and light brown hair. Text on the image says: name: 6480 gender: [male symbol] birthday: Oct 17th personality: smug occuption: barista hobbies: fishing, cooking, model making style: basic/iconic best friend: Lopez end ID]

Section of a reference sheet I made for my four ACNL characters, set inside the universe of my AC island.

[ID: Black and white digital sketch of an Animal Crossing character. He’s wearing a long coat, black shorts, and a cow skull on his head. He’s surrounded by a bunch of small mushrooms and weeds, and he’s carrying some fishing poles in a bag. end ID]

Drawing of my ACNH outfit as it was in April (autumn on my southern hemisphere island)

[ID: Colored digital sketch of two Animal Crossing characters. They’re sleeping in neighboring futons. One has pale skin, short yellow hair, and a sunhat, while the other has light brown skin and short brown curly hair. end ID]

Drawing of my ACNH character and my best friend’s :-)

[ID: Black and white sketches of Jira with more realistic proportions. In one he’s wearing a very similar outfit as the first image in this post; in the other he’s wearing a raincoat, a cowboy hat, and shorts that almost reach the hem of the coat. end ID]

[ID: Colored bust sketch of Jira in an orange shirt. end ID]

Aaaaand I think that’s all the good art I have of him. I’m not expecting anyone to have read this far but uhm THANK YOU if you did… you’re my number 1 fan… Don’t judge what I said in this post too harshly, *so what* if I base my personality around a character that only exists in my own head? 😭 Anyways, have a great day, and thanks for reading my rambling!

#my art #digital art #design #original character #oc.jira #drawing #outfit design #casual wear #illustration #fashion #outfit #clothing #thai #artists on tumblr #in-depth

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laws-yellow-submarine · 4 years ago

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Memories of happier days

One more night at Straw Hat’s ship. Law was sitting in the grass, against the tree.

Who the hell has a tree in their boat anyway?

Caesar Clown was against the mast, dozing off and babbling nonsense. It became routine for Law to watch over the mad scientist, as it was his fault he was there. One Straw Hat kept watch in the Crow’s Nest, and that was all. No yelling, no mess, no chaos from the crew. Night was the only moment Sunny-go had peace.

Yet, Law couldn’t sleep.

For days, now, since they left Punk Hazard. The most he did was some naps, here and there. No one noticed, or said anything.

At least he thought.

Shiro came from the girl’s dorm, swift steps as always, approaching Law. He only acknowledged her presence with a nod, which she returned. Against his will, she sat by his side, respecting his personal space.

Both of them had a normal relationship. Talking when necessary, respect, politeness, no antics. Which, in that particular crew, was almost a miracle.

“If you wish, I can watch over him,” Shiro whispered, a tone he could understand well, and that wouldn’t wake up anyone else. If this was actually possible. “Go catch some sleep.”

“There is no need.”

Law almost heard a sigh from her.

“I could point your appearance, or how lethargic you seem,” she said, quite defiantly. “But what about the fact I haven’t seen you actually sleep? For almost a week now.”

“Remember me again how this is any of your business?”

Law glanced at her, annoyed and pissed. She was right, he was exhausted, which made his humor worse and unstable. Still, she didn’t retreat.

“You are right, it is not.” She held his gaze, not bothered at all with their visual contact. “But I am worried. You need to rest.”

Law double-checked her face, looking for the hidden meaning. Why the hell did she care? She? For him? They never warmed up to each other, besides Law enjoying her company, for she was the only one quiet and ok in that mad crew. And probably she at least tolerated him, looking back at all the times she let him approach her, shielding him from her captain. But never he found any evidence of that particular feeling in her.

“It is easier to say than to do.”

“I see. Is there something that helps you? A hot drink, alcohol? A real bed, instead of grass and a tree? A specific sound?” Shiro averted her gaze, squeezed her hands in her lap. “Do you want some kind of song?”

Law again checked her face, incredulous with her offer. She seemed more embarrassed than him, which did wonders to his humor, easing it. He didn’t know she could actually sing, but he could tease and find out more another time.

Now words just slipped from him.

“I am more used to silence.” Law returned his gaze to the horizon, with Caesar still in his sight. “Complete silence.”

Law just noticed when he no longer had it. The silence. The calm. He always had problems with sleep, but his time with Cora-san was the fewest he managed to sleep well.

The familiar and painful feeling in his chest prevented Law from noticing Shiro’s face. She lit up, like a child at a new discovery. So she could help him. At least try.

She made a flourish gesture that attracted Law’s attention. He felt instead of seeing it. Nothing like his Room, that had a subtle shade of blue, the area surrounding them was like a bubble of pure new air, refreshing and clean. It was the breeze after a storm involving, embracing and comforting him.

“Something like this?” Shiro asked, a smile on her face too proud of herself. Just then Law noticed.

The utter silence. Almost like a pressure in his ear. The waves, or the muffled snoring from the boy’s dorm, or Caesar’s rambling… All gone.

Law could hear his own heart, his blood rushing in his ears. He wondered if Shiro could also listen.

“H-how…”

“I don’t think we had any time to mention, but I am Devil Fruit user too.” Her voice was so soft, whispered with tenderness. It was also powerful, slicing all the silence. “I ate the Kaze Kaze no Mi. I can control air.”

Law felt he was losing it. Something so deep in him was exposed, vulnerable, and so, so happy. He couldn’t dare face Shiro, and somehow he felt he didn’t need it anyway. His heart tighten, as was his throat.

“Since sound needs air to be propagated, I simply create a bubble that-”

Shiro stopped herself. Law didn’t care. He was smart, he could figure it, he just didn’t care. Right now he was lost in memories she could not know about, memories of happier days, she hoped.

Some instinct kicked in, and she reached her hand to his raven hair. Soothing, calm, she patted him.

“It is okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”

Law closed his eyes, letting his body sink against the tree. For a second, for a precious second, he felt Cora-san there. His heart ached, bled.

But his heart was also happy. In a way it wasn’t for years.

And then he slept.

Hi Leyna! This is my entry to your 950 followers’ event! The words that appear are Night, Miracle, Care, Heart. If I got it right, they could just pop up, right?

My pseudonim is Shiny Mew (silly, but… Ahn… Yeah, I don’t have a real reason lol). I hope you can at least enjoy it!

Congratulations on your milestone, sweethheart! You deserve it, and I hope you can go even further <3

#writing contest submission #950 follower event #submission #trafalgar law

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by purplehugger

Would you ever get a tattoo? I would love to get one, and plans are definitely set for that. It’s just a matter of knowing when I’m finally finally FINALLY ready to have something permanent placed on my skin.

Can you live without your phone? Technically yes, but I would have a very hard time since I use it for a lot of things, if not all the things I do on a daily basis; and I imagine I’d grow cranky very fast.

What animal do you resemble? I’m not so sure about resemble...I can tell you my personality matches best with dogs, though. I always have a great time with them.

What is your best friend’s name? I have two of them, Angela and Andi.

What is/was your favorite subject in school? History, followed by honestly any social sciences course out there...geography, anthropology, political science, etc. I definitely hogged those classes in college as much as my curriculum allowed me to.

Would you ever adopt a stray puppy? I would adopt every single one I see if I could.

Do you like chocolate? Chocolate-flavored sweets, yes. Actual chocolate or chocolate bars, not so much.

What is your favorite word? Poignant always seems to hit me straight in the feels.

Have you ever done something really stupid? Erm, of course? I do it at least once a day.

What was the worst mistake you ever made? Y’all have heard it a million times by now, but it’s tolerating shit I knew I didn’t deserve. Also, touching a plugged clothes iron when I was 7.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? I did at one point, but I didn’t practice it and now I don’t know how to do it anymore.

How high can you count? Any number as long as money is involved, hahaha.

You are very loved. True or False? True.

Do you like Taylor Swift? Not so much.

Do you want any piercings? Yes, one on each of my ears; I got pierced as an infant.

Have you ever stolen something? Random lost pens at school.

Do you like seafood? Looooooove seafood. I literally have 24 pieces of sushi right next to me right now; just a lil Friday treat for myself heehee.

What is your least favorite name? That seems a bit harsh. I don’t think I hate any name that much so as to call it my least favorite.

What do you want to name your child? Olivia or Mia is still on the table for me.

Do you like the color green? Just the olive shade. Otherwise it’s my least favorite color.

Do you have lots of friends? I would say I have enough to be happy. I don’t know what exactly ‘many’ means.

Are you listening to anything right now? Yeah, my friend group put up a Discord server just tonight and Jo proceeded to start a BTS playlist earlier. Everyone’s since hopped out for the night, but the playlist is still on so I’ll be staying around for the meantime and vibe. :) Just me, BTS, and my sushi haha.

What time is it? 10:04 PM.

Are you hungry? No, I’m taking bites every once in a while as I take this survey.

What was the last thing you ate? Sushi. I got 3 kinds for tonight: Singaporean Roll, Dynamite Roll, and Mount Fuji Roll. All so good.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I never did.

Do you know any gay people? Many.

Do you have any pets? Yes.

Would you ever own a monkey? Probably not. I wouldn’t be equipped to care for them.

Do you enjoy reading? Essays and memoirs, yes.

survey by xxbieberburnham

Do you know anyone who has been attacked by a shark? Not to my knowledge.

What is your best friend's mom name? Girlie and Ria.

Have you ever made out in a movie theatre? No.

What part of your body do you wash first? Hair.

Do you have an innie or an outie? Innie.

How do you think the dinosaurs died? Giant asteroid.

What's your favorite flavor of Pringles? Just the original one. But tbh Pringles are so addictive anyway, I’ll always take more than one of any flavor if they were ever offered to me.

What was the last thing you got grounded for? Low grades, which was really the only reason why I ever got grounded.

Did you go to a water park last summer? No, and I doubt anyone else did either...

What shoe do you put on first? Usually the right.

Finish the sentence: Girls... Are powerful.

Have you ever had a song or poem written about you? Poem, yeah. I don’t think I would particularly appreciate an entire song being written about me though, I think that would just make me cringe lol.

Did you have a nickname growing up? Nothing like an affectionate pet name. My longest-lasting nickname is just a shortened version of my name used by family, but otherwise everyone calls me by my first name.

When was the last time you played the air guitar? Never.

Have you ever bitten your toenail? Only as a kid.

How often do you clean out your ears? Every other day.

Do you scrunch or fold your toilet paper? Fold.

Have you ever been dared to do something that you regretted? Nothing major. One instance I can remember is when I was dared to pick up food from the ground, and when I bit into it it already had some tiny tiny stones and some debris on it D:

Favorite website? Twitter, probably. Or YouTube.

Worst thing that has ever happened to you? Losing two relatives I was close to in the span of four days to Covid. I am so fucking glad we made the decision to celebrate Christmas with extended family last year, no matter how ignorant it was. It absolutely sucks that I will never see them again.

Best thing that has happened to you? Recovering from my depression last year and choosing to stay. I’m living a really happy life rn.

If you could dye your hair any color, what color would it be? Dark green.

Do you have a Wii? We used to but we threw it out a few years ago since it wasn’t working anymore.

Most used phrase on IM? I think I just say “Hahahahaha” excessively lmao. Picked it up from my bosses.

Have you ever heard of The Beatles? Yes.

#survey #surveys #two in one because i found them too short

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #351

“the writing on the wall / a psalm of napalm / abandon all hope, but try to stay calm”

Do you have bad posture? Oh yeah. Are your eyes sensitive to sunlight? VERY. How many miles can you run without stopping? An astonishing zero miles. Who is the most attractive person you know personally? My high school friend Alon, probably. Have you ever dated someone who was very vastly different from your “type”? No. When was the first time you said "I love you" to a significant other? When I dated my first real boyfriend Jason at 16. I actually said it very early in because I thought I was "supposed" to, and I did REALLY like him. How old were you when you first lived alone? If you’ve never lived alone, how old do you think you’ll be? I haven't yet, and idk. What do you wish you had been better prepared for? Ha, adulthood. Is there anything about you (physically) that you think turns people off of you right off the bat? My weight. Do you know anyone with a semicolon tattoo? I have a semicolon butterfly tattoo on my wrist, and while it's very subtle, my Mark tat features a semicolon, too. It's outlined by a quote he's said ("you are important, never forget that"), and the "i" is a semicolon. Idk if I know anyone else with one. Have you ever overdosed on a drug? Once accidentally, once purposefully. Have you ever kissed a guy you didn’t want to kiss? Yes. Who was the last guy you cuddled with? Girt. What is something you’ve had a toxic reaction to? The breakup with Jason. In the last picture taken of you, how did you pose? I just tilted my head, smiled, and gave a peace sign, haha. Mom wanted to show my sister how I looked with a dozen wires and other shit attached to me for my sleep study. Have you ever made a fake Facebook account? If so, why? No. If you were an Eevee, what would you wanna evolve into? Probably Espeon? They're so, so majestic and beautiful. I'd love to feel like that, lol. What flavor was the last piece of gum you chewed? Raspberry lemonade. Did you ever used to watch the show Teen Titans? Nah. When you were in school/if you are in school, do you actually share your grades with your parents? If you got/get a bad grade, do you hide it from them? My mom always stayed up-to-date with my grades. I never really had anything to hide. Have you ever been the designated driver? Once or twice, yeah. Were you obsessed with Webkinz when they first came out? "Obsessed" is an understatement. I was that kid with dozens upon dozens. They were pretty much my favorite thing. Who do you subscribe to on YouTube, if anybody? Oh Jesus, looooots. Are you wearing nail polish right now? What color? No. Neon colors, or pastel? Pastel. Are you currently pregnant? Do you wish you were/weren’t? I'm not and have zero desire to be. Have you ever had a dog? A good number of them throughout my life. Is there any drama going on right now in your life? No. Does your hair fall out a lot? No. What’s your favourite type of bird? Barn owls. I also love ravens and crows. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 126. What was on the last sandwich you ate? Pb&j. What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? The same as I do now: metal and its various subgenres. Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? No. How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? I'm actually unsure which is the closest. We live in a cul-de-sac with a bunch of houses, and the street opens into just outside the main city, so there's a lot of stores. What is your favourite Thai dish? I've actually never tried Thai food. How many contacts do you have in your phone? Very few, but I don't feel like counting. Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No. What pet names do you use with your significant other? I'm single. Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? I don’t have a job. Can you hear anything right now? Yeah, I'm watching Gab Smolders play Skyrim. It's a game I've always wanted to play myself. Is there anybody else in the room you’re currently in? No. What’s the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Walmart. Does your house have a porch/balcony? It has a very, very small porch. What is your mother’s first name? Donna. Did you have a tree house as a kid? No. Are you afraid of speaking to large audiences? I'm terrified of it. Have you ever cried from being so mad? Oh yeah, it's very common for me to cry when I'm mad. Have you ever taken a bath with someone? As a kid, yes. Do you have any brothers? One older one. Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? No. Do you wear pajamas to places other than at your house? Ha, yeah, just depends on where. Do you take showers in the morning or at night more? Morning. I used to be ALL about night showers, but I just love how refreshing they are in the morning. It's a good start to the day. Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep? I steal the covers SO bad and roll around a lot. God bless whoever marries me. You see the person you fell hardest for. What do you do? I can guarantee I'd be a total deer in headlights and probably tear up or just straight-up cry. Have you been/are you depressed? It's nowhere near as bad as it was once upon a time, but I honestly am depressed these days. Who is the one person you can completely be yourself around? I only feel entirely "safe" doing that around Sara. Are your popups blocked on your computer? Yeah. Are your parents night owls or morning birds? My mom's a total night owl. She absolutely hates sleeping because it's "such a waste of time" to her, but of course she does it anyway. I haven't lived with my father since I was like 16, so idk what he's really like with this stuff now, but I'd call him an early bird, particularly because his job has him up early anyway. Do you have high blood pressure? No; my blood pressure is actually extremely low, so much so it scares every doctor who hasn't treated me before. It's a medication side effect and seriously sucks, because I am absolutely always light-headed and dizzy. Have you ever pumped gas? No. Are you affectionate? Very. What would a perfect yard look like for you? Hmmm... I'm going to include things I know I won't realistically have for maintenance reasons, but what's ideal. I would loooove love love at least one really big tree with maybe a birdhouse and like a bat box (is that what they're called?), and I'd love tons and tons of flowers to feed bees and other wildlife. A koi pond would be amazing, but that's one of those things I know I won't actually have. A pool would be really nice, preferably inground, and having a spot in the shade would be perfect. Some berry bushes would be cool, and grape vines... Man, I'm really fantasizing now, haha. What is a topic that you have just recently become interested in? Nothing very recently, but I'd say the most recent would be uhhhh tarantulas, though that's been a thing for many months now. What is a feel-good song that you’ve been listening to lately? None lately, anyway. I can tell you "Jump" by Van Halen is the staple "feel-good" song for me, though. What are some things you enjoy seeing pictures of? Meerkats... Mark... more meerkats and Mark... oh also meerkats and Mark... Is there anything you are scared/awkward about talking about in life? Don't talk to me about sex. Has a pet ever stolen food from you as you were eating it? AS I was eating it, no. What is the weirdest compliment you have ever been given? I have no idea. What’s stronger - your upper or lower body? Jesus, I couldn't tell you. I'm just weak, period. Women tend to have more lower body strength, so I GUESS maybe that, but given the fact my legs are horribly weak, I don't know. My arms aren't strong, either. Are you very careful with your technology (phone, laptop, etc) or do you take risks that could damage them? I try to be mindful and careful, but you could say the way I pick up my laptop sometimes is risky. Have you ever been in the newspaper? What for? I think so, as part of my graduating class? But that would be a LOT of people... so I actually don't know. I have this faint memory of being in it with other people, but idr. Would you say that the area you live in is particularly picturesque? Ew, no. What is your favorite type of cat? One does not simply pick ONE favorite kind of cat. I love Persians, Ragdolls, Siamese, sphynxes, bengals, Abyssinians, and I could go on and on. If you had your way, what color(s) would you dye your hair? I have A LOT of colors I want to dye my hair, but the ones I'm currently most interested in are pastel pink, creamsicle orange, and lilac. Do you like seafood? If so, what is your favorite? If not, what is your favorite type of food? I only like shrimp. What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Paganism. It's the one I think is closest to what I believe in, and I just find it all very interesting. I love the nature focus. Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? Nooooo. How many times is your cartilage pierced in your ears? None anymore. :( I miss all my piercings that closed while hospitalized. Have you ever had a pet bird? Nah. It'd be cool, but I don't want one enough to actually get one. Do you like dinosaurs? I looooove dinos. They were my obsession as a kid. My first dream career was even a paleontologist. Do you like going for long walks with friends? If my legs worked like a healthy fucking human's, I would love to do that again. I would literally collapse if I tried to go on a long walk now. Do you miss anyone from school? I miss a lot of people from school. I'm thankful for Facebook for that, but even that's not enough, really. What is your favorite flavor of Jolly Ranchers? Watermelon, I think? Was there a strawberry one? How are your parents right now? I'm assuming Dad's fine, and Mom's okay, just stressed as she always is. Can you take naps, or does it make you feel horrible? Man, I love naps. They're like, mandatory for my existence, lol. If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? A fake one. Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Yeah. Do you watch music videos? No. Do you own an account on Club Penguin? Haha awww, remember the worldwide heartbreak when that site shut down? Anyway, I did as a kid. Do you like lemonade? Sure do. Was your first kiss perfect? To me it was. How do you feel about the first person you kissed? I feel a lot of things about him. As of right now, how do you feel about your future? Nervous. Who is the last person you ran into unexpectedly? *shrugs* Is sex something special, or just for fun? It has to be something special for me personally. Do you follow fashion? If so, why? Not at all. Have you ever played a real pinball machine? No. Do you like the smell of BBQs? I love the smell, but don't like the food. Do wasps scare you? Yes. Are you currently trying to get over someone? I mean, yes and no. I don't think I'll ever be fully over Jason, but I feel like I'm as "over him" as I'll ever be, maybe. I hope I can even further let him go, but we'll just have to see. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes. Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? HA, oh yeah. If it's only a dusting, I don't care at all. I pretty much always wear flip flops. How old were you when you met your first love? I was 15. If you could have one more pet, what? JUST one? Probably a Brazilian Black tarantula, ideally. I technically want a western hognose snake more, but given I already have a snake, in this hypothetical situation, I'd take the spider. Would you rather have an owl or a snake? Ha, speaking of snakes. A snake, even though I adore owls. What do you order at Chic-Fil-A? I don't give my business to Chick-fil-A. They're reigned by homophobic, transphobic pieces of shit that have given monetary contributions to anti-LGBT foundations, including most disgustingly those that support conversion therapy. I admittedly looooove their chicken sandwiches, but I just can't in good conscience go there. Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes? No, given I've never smoked and will never. Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram? Facebook. Did you enjoy your past relationships? Yeah. Do you like '80s music? '80s metal is great. Something you would NEVER buy? Drugs. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? I first questioned if I was bisexual in middle school, 8th grade I think, but I went into denial about it given I was Christian at the time. Looking back, there were many clear signs of me liking girls too, I just didn't notice them until a few years ago when I came out as bi. Do you like Star Wars? No. What is the best thing about life? Experiencing love, both platonic and romantic. Are you superstitious? No. What show/concert have you gone to that you didn’t like much? I haven't experienced a bad concert before, but then again I've only been to one. Is sex a must in your life? Nah. Have you watched porn alone before? I've never watched porn period. I have absolutely no desire to watch two random people go at each other. What do you think about weed? It should be legal everywhere, but treated similarly to alcohol in that there are legal repercussions to doing certain things, like driving, under the influence. There are just too many benefits for many health conditions to ignore. Have you read the entire Bible before? No. I've started to before, but I didn't get far.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''apex predator'' by otep

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disorganisedpilot · 4 years ago

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captains log 15-6/04/21

woke up mid morning but stayed in bed until 12

im enjoying the clothes im wearing these days they make me feel good. today: pink cords, black david lynch t-shirt, sparkly silver socks, grey cardigan w white spots (2nd hand). aeroplane earrings and moomin charm bracelet. swapped cardigan for denim jacket when i went out and added striped ribbed jumper underneath later on, trainers and big bud press bandana

listened eurythmics + aretha franklin

porridge w honey n cinnamon. glass of water n read some of my book

made coffee and wrote list. tried to do A-DTH work but kept getting distracted

went for a long walk with a pal n we both infodumped which was nice

beans on toast, glass of water, read more

made fresh peppermint tea and wrote a shopping list

read a couple of fics. mostly not my thing. i think these days im more of a fic writer than a fic reader. i read a lot, i just dont read much fic

went shopping. came home n ate 2 donuts and a snickers lol

pasta w yoghurt, mint, watercress and black pepper. another glass of water. read more

smashed two of my 1970s pyrex coffee cups by being clumsy and stupid. was really super upset abt it lol. theyre brightly coloured plastic holders with removable glass inserts and i got 3 of them from a really cool vintage shop and the lady saw me looking at htem and i couldnt afford them so i wasl ike oh ill think abt it :'D and then i had some money later on so a few weeks later i went back and she recognised me and she wasl ike ?? coffee cups?? n i was like yEA!! theyre really evocative warm shades of green, yellow and orange, super 70s. and then when my grandpa died i found a bright yellow one in his kitchen cupboard when we cleared his house so i scavenged that to add to my collection. so anyway they were important to me they really represented my dreams abt the future ig. how i want to be independent and how i want my house to look when i finally get to live in my own space and dont have to move back home every year

so yea i was upset!! but its only the glass inserts that smashed so i looked on ebay and actually a bunch of people are selling boring grey ones so im gona buy a couple and cannibalise the glass parts to repair mine. n then ig ill keep the grey parts just in case idk hfdksf

sat on the floor doing nothing for 2 hours lmao . very functional :)

finally i am ready for bed. im very stressed and it makes me lowkey wanna die lol but thats just average . mood swings are off the fuckin charts and i keep having . stupid little trauma memories and the occasional lil illusion thing in the corners of my vision but its fine im fine hfdjkflhsfhdjlhsfhdjfhls help

derm is fucked UP rn and idk why? i just keep making these massive fuckoff holes in my skin for no reason . like bigger than normal. i have at least 3 that are going to scar and like its not been this bad for years, i dont remember the last time i had a derm mark that scarred properly. wow. really showing off how fuckedu p i am rn fdhkjfhsld

wow . long long log!

#captains log #food tw #dermatillomania #bfrb

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sohin-ace · 5 years ago

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Jonathan - Sick

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

F/N means father's name awright.

It's been quite some days since you have seen your friend Jonathan. You two would usually hang out after school and during the week ends to talk about your day, joke and play around, or even share some snacks together sometimes, as friends do.

But these past days, you've been waiting for him at your usual spot, but he hasn't been showing up. This worried you a lot since he never ever dumped you or made you wait as he was really serious about acting like a real gentleman and treating a lady properly.

You knew he also had some problems with his adoptive brother Dio and you got scared that maybe they got into a fight again, or something bad happened to him. You decided to go visit the Joestar Mansion and see for yourself what was happening.

You came to the huge wooden doors of your best friend's home and knocked. You dusted off your dress a little bit and made yourself presentable, waiting for an answer. A moment later, the locks clanked and the door opened. You were then greeted by a nice-looking maid who smiled politely at you.

"Hello, my name is Y/N L/N, daughter of F/N L/N. I came to visit Jonathan, is he here?" The maid's face brightened visibly.

"Aah! You are milady Y/N that young master always talks about! Please be welcomed!" She stepped aside, gesturing you to come in and you complied, thanking her.

The maid then closed the door behind you and, as she asked you to follow her, a tall blonde figure came elegantly descending from the stairs.

"Don't fret, Sakuya. I will take our guest to Jojo's room." He said in his deep, smooth voice while looking down at you. You stared back, unfazed.

"Ah! How considerate of you, young master Dio, thank you very much!" the maid bowed to him and walked away, getting back to her own business and leaving you both alone.

You stared at him as he approached you. You didn't know much about Dio, you only met him a couple times, but you already knew from what Jonathan told you, and from your small encounters with him, that Dio was not the person to be trusted. You were very wary of him.

Although charming and handsome, the guy radiated an eery aura and had this intimidating scarlet gaze that always put you on edge.

You understood how girls would fawn over him and how guys would want to be his friend, but you personally, would rather keep your distance. Everything about him screamed 'danger'. Overall you always kept your guards up around him.

"Oh please Y/N dear, don't show me that face, I don't bite." The blonde smirked as he got closer and closer.

Your eyes darted away from him and you tensed up, not saying anything. You had nothing to tell him, you weren't here to deal with his shenanigans anyway.

He stood next to you and kindly offered his arm out. "Now, shall we go?"

You reluctantly slid your hand around his arm and walked with him to Jonathan's room, never making eye contact.

"You're awfully silent Y/N, I'm hurt." Dio feigned. "Don't you want to know why Jojo has been absent as of late?"

"Don't bother. I'm here to figure it out." you huffed and he chuckled at your defiance.

You detached yourself from him as soon as you reached the front of Jonathan's bedroom. You knocked gently on the door when Dio continued.

"You being stone cold won't stop me, Y/N you know it." You paused, glaring at the door until you heard the faint sound of Jonathan's voice.

"...Have a nice day, Dio." You then entered the bedroom and you swore you could feel the blonde smirk behind you.

You closed the door a bit harder than you intended and sighed. Upon entering, you immediately noticed your friend laying in his bed, a wet cloth resting over his forehead. His face was flushed and he breathed in slight pants. He tiredly looked over at you and smiled weakly.

"Ah, Y/N it's you!" He tried to sit up but you rushed towards him and pushed him back down.

"No no no, Jojo don't get up. Are you okay? What happened to you?" His eyes softened at your worried self.

"It's nothing really, I'm just a little sick. I think I must have eaten something I shouldn't have, but I'm fine." He chuckled sheepishly and you sighed in relief, sitting down at the edge of his bed.

You always imagined the worst case scenarios, especially with Dio around the corner ready to trouble him and make his life a mess.

"Anyway, what a surprise!" he started, his voice hoarse, "It's so good to see you!" He smiled weakly which melted your heart.

"Of course, Jojo. I missed you." you softly spoke and and he couldn't help but stare at you, taking in your beautiful form. He missed you too.

You took a moment to observe his features as well. This boy scared you so much sometimes with his foolishness. You brought your hand to the side of his face and caressed his warm cheek gently and he let you do as you pleased.

"What will I do if you don't even take care of yourself." you laughed then paused. "I was worried you know, when you stopped showing up..."

Jonathan felt a pang in his heart. He felt bad. First of all, his pride as a gentleman was hurt for abandonning and letting down a lady, but most importantly, he felt horrible as a friend, for making you worry about him and leaving you alone.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I wanted to tell you, but I knew that if I sent Dio to let you know, he probably wouldn't have done it..." He looked away, as disappointed as you were.

'Of course.' you thought to yourself, annoyed but not surprised.

As a comfortable and relaxing silence fell upon the room, you let your hand glide from his cheek to his neck in a feathery light touch. He blushed an even darker shade of red than he already was and his mouth was agape as a silent gasp escaped from it.

Your hand was so soft and gentle on him, like the touch of a caring mother. Something that he never experienced.

His skin almost burned you with his fever. "Jojo, you're very hot. You should rest for a bit."

He then grabbed your wrist and widened his eyes. "You're leaving already? I'm not sleepy, you can stay!"

You chuckled at the boy. For a strong, big guy, he sure acted cute and childish sometimes. You pulled the blanket higher over his body and patted him, effectively soothing him. His heart was beating hard in his chest, but he was relaxed. Being with you was the only medecine he needed.

"Okay then, I'll stay. If you need anything, tell me and I'll go bring it to you, okay?" he nodded.

There was another moment of silence where only his breathing and you patting his covered chest could be heard. You looked around a bit and noticed small rags, medecine and a water bowl on his bedside table with a little bit of unfinished bread. You would make sure he ate that bread later.

You took the wet cloth on his forehead and dipped it in the water to cool it down. You squeezed the exceeding water out, and gently laid it back on his forehead.

You then pressed your now cold and wet hands over his burning cheeks and the dark haired male smiled in delight.

"Aah it feels good Y/N~ Thank you! When I get better I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, Jojo. It's only natural." You reassured him.

"Still... You always take care of me, without asking anything in return... " He took one of your hands in both his and turned his head slightly to kiss the palm of it. His soft lips tickled you and your heart beat hastened.

Still kissing you, his eyes fluttered open and he glanced at you through hooded lids and you blushed madly at his enticing expression. Even sick, he was still handsome as ever, and his actions never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You could never get enough of the Joestar heir and it drove you crazy sometimes. Your train of thoughts was interrupted by his voice.

"This is why I fell in love with you..." He breathed, nuzzling your soft hand like it was a treasure and your own breath hitched at his confession.

"J-jojo...! You are sick right now, you're not thinking straight. Please, go to sleep." you reasoned, utterly flustered.

You didn't know how to react yet. You knew you loved him to death too, but you wanted to make sure he was in good condition to talk about feelings. Also, you wouldn't take advantage of a sick man like this for your own interest, so you decided to wait before answering any kind of confession.

"But I'm sincere, Y/N." He gazed at you intensely with blue glossy eyes. "You are so beautiful..."

Your eyes widened and you gasped, fighting back a squeal. This was too much for you, you had to stop his madness, now.

You released your hand from his grasp and tucked his own under the blanket. You caressed his hair gently to try and lull him to sleep.

"The fever is making you talk nonsense, Jojo. Please now, rest. I'm here so you can close your eyes."

"Aah... Maybe you're right... I'm a little bit... tired... I... slee...p..." he slurred his words more and more until he finally let out soft snores, signaling he fell into dreamland.

You sighed heavily. Your heart was still pounding hard and fast inside your ribcage and you buried your face in his chest, embarrassed and shaken by his earlier words. This boy will kill you one day.

"Please, please God, let his words be his actual feelings, don't make me hope and hurt me like this..."

You couldn't see it, but Jonathan's lips broke into a secret smile.

Did you see that Touhou reference I made there? Except it totally doesn't match Sakuya's character lol she would stab Dio in the face with no warning.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #jonathan #jonathan joestar #phantom blood #x reader #reader insert #writing #sickfic #jonathan joestar x reader #jonathan x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 1 #part 1

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felix-eternal-sunshine-fanfic · 4 years ago

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You can be my Fiona, I’ll be your Shrek. - A Changbin/Shrek Fanfiction

Previous part: -here-

- No smut, no romance

Chapter Three

‘Are you being serious with me?’ ‘Yes. I don’t know how he got there, but he has been asking for my help to get him out of there.’ ‘Hmmm… How do I phrase this? Are you sure he’s not... dead?’ ‘No. I don’t think he’s dead’, Felix sounded sad. ‘Or at least I don’t want to think that.’ ‘Sorry, sorry. I didn’t want to make you sad. So, I’m assuming he’s missing?’ ‘Yeah. He has been missing for four days now. He doesn’t answer the phone and isn’t coming home. We’ve filed a missing person report, but we haven’t heard anything yet.’ ‘I don’t think you’re lying about him communicating with you via your dreams.’ The woman was still lying on the floor, so the psychic turned to her and said, ‘You can go home for now. I’m sorry, but this matter seems to be more important. We’ll continue another time.’ The woman sighed, got up and left. ‘Now; I’ll unfortunately have to do research into this matter. That means you’ll have to give me a few days.’ The psychic took a business card out of his pocket and explained, ‘Here’s my name and my phone number. Please call me if you learn anything new. It’d be nice if you called me after your friend communicated with me too. We’ll need all the information we can get.’ Felix took the business card. It was in a shade of lavender and looked quite fancy. ‘Jeonghan Yoon ₁₉’, Felix read the name on the business card quietly. He looked up into Jeonghan’s face. ‘He’s very beautiful. I didn’t notice that before.’ Felix blushed and stopped staring at Jeonghan, finally.

He arrived at home. ‘You’re back!’, Chan greeted him with a cup of coffee in his hand. ‘Where were you anyway?’ ‘I just went for a walk’, Felix didn’t tell him the truth since he didn’t know if he’d believe him. Chan raised his eyebrows. He decided to not ask more, ‘Alright. There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.’ Chan took a sip of his coffee and thought, ‘Ah… to be young and in love.’ He wasn’t even that old, but all the other members (especially I.N) would always make jokes about him being old, so Chan started to actually feel old. He got it all wrong anyways. Felix wasn’t meeting up with someone he loved. ₂₀

‘I’m tired’, Felix thought just as Lee Know burst into the room. ‘Hear me out guys. Changbin appeared in my dream. He pissed me off!’ ‘Wait. Wait. Wait. Something’s wrong here. Changbin appeared in Lee Know’s dream? Was it because I was away and Lee Know was sleeping?’ Chan looked at Felix and thought, ‘Didn’t he experience something like that too? What is going on here?’ ‘Hey Felix…’ Felix just stared wide eyed.

₁₉Author’s note: Jeonghan from Seventeen is making a cameo! 😊 I unironically like Jeonghan and Seventeen (I don’t really stan them, but I do enjoy their music) and since I needed a name for the psychic, I decided to just give that role to Jeonghan.

₂₀Jeonghan x Felix fanfic coming soon. I’m joking obviously. There’s literally no reason to ship them. They probably never even met or just barely know each other lol

In Shrek’s world:

Changbin woke up. ‘What…’ Something seemed off. He was high up somewhere. He looked down, ‘Why is it moving? Where am I anyway?’ ‘Are you awake?’ He heard Alice voice coming from somewhere above him. It was loud. He looked up and got surprised, ‘What the…’ ‘Hey, it’s just me. I decided that the easiest way to carry you, would be to shrink you.’ ‘Shrink me?’ It made sense now. Changbin was small and Alice was carrying him on her hands. ‘Wow… but can you turn me back to normal now? I got some rest and can walk on my own now.’ ‘If you say so’, Alice said and placed Changbin on the ground. She closed her eyes and whispered a spell. Changbin felt warm and lost consciousness for a brief moment. He looked down. ‘My own two legs again…’ ‘Here we go’, Alice said and started walking again. Changbin followed her. ‘I don’t mean to sound annoying or something, but shouldn’t we be close enough by now?’ Changbin asked after a bit of walking. ‘First of all: You are always annoying. Secondly, we’ll walk until we reach the next clearing in the forest. I’ll try to teleport us then.’ Changbin had to admit that he relied on Alice a lot. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. ‘What’s Alice for me? A friend… or maybe a guide. I’m happy that I’ve met her’, Changbin thought and smiled. ‘You see that clearing there? That’s where we’ll take a break and try teleporting’, Alice pointed to some trees; maybe 20 meters away from them. Changbin’s tummy rumbled. ‘I could really go for something to eat. I’m hungry.’ Changbin frowned. They arrived at the forest clearing. ‘Hey… I’m like, really hungry; Could you give me something to eat?’ ‘I’m hungry too. Let’s have a picnic.’ Alice smiled and let a nice picnic blanket appear together with a basket full of food. There were sandwiches, fruit, cucumbers and salad, and even some drinks like orange juice and wine. ‘Wine? I don’t drink…’ ‘I do’, Alice said and downed a glass of wine. She smiled at Changbin. ‘Please, please; help yourself. You don’t need to hold back! Eat and drink as much as you like. Remember: I can always get us more.’ ‘Thank you’, Changbin answered and took a bite out of a sandwich. It was really good!

Ten sandwiches and six glasses of orange juice later and Changbin laid flat on the floor. ‘I think I ate too much.’ Changbin burped loudly. ‘I think I drank too much’, Alice said and laughed. She was drunk out of her mind. They didn’t try to teleport like they originally intended. Both fell asleep.

In the real world:

Jeonghan was stressed. How could something like that happen? He had dedicated his whole life to spiritualism. He was the most skilled and knowledgeable psychic when it came to different dimensions. The most knowledgeable in all of Seoul! No; maybe in all of South Korea! This was his chance! His chance to make big business! He could make everyone believe in him. Everyone would follow him. That’s why he needed to solve this case so bad. He went through all his notes and all his books. The room was a mess: Papers and books laid on the floor and Jeonghan was right in the middle of this chaos. ‘Where was it, where was it?’ Jeonghan was frantically talking to himself while browsing in a book. ‘I found it!’

There were numerous reports of people being ‘sucked into’ different worlds. Unfortunately, we were not able to rescue most of them. The few that were rescued, showed clear signs of insanity.

The book was quite old. Jeonghan remembered, that he had picked it up at a garage sale. ‘That’s strange. So, it seems that this is no new phenomenon. But why haven’t I heard more about it? Something like that would normally cause an uproar, wouldn’t it?’ Turns out, it was widely assumed that the people went missing and died. The people that claimed to be communicating with the missing people were often send to an asylum. ‘But this book also states that a few people were rescued… I need to know how. But I’m worried “showed clear signs of insanity” … Could it be too late already?’ ‘I need to find more information. I can’t leave them like that’, Jeonghan said out loud. He began looking through all the books and browsing through all the lose papers again.

It was getting dark outside. Jeonghan had searched the whole day. He hadn’t even eaten anything. He was hungry and tired, but he didn’t want to give up. Not yet- so his body forced him to rest. He collapsed in the chaos of scattered papers and open books.

Felix felt weird. He felt like something happened, but he didn’t know what. ‘It’s probably nothing…’ He had avoided the situation after he came home yesterday. He had gone to his room before anyone could have asked him about it. He was scared that his own friends might think he’s nuts. ‘This feeling… Will I communicate with Changbin again? Maybe I should go to bed…’ He didn’t know what to do anyways, so he just went to bed.

Felix’s dream:

‘Felix?’ ‘Yes. It’s me.’ ‘Why am I here? I didn’t even plan to fall asleep.’ ‘So you have to sleep too?’ ‘Yeah. Have you found anything out?’ ‘I went to a psychic yesterday, but he said he needed time to do research.’ ‘Well, we didn’t want to sit around doing nothing. We were on our way to ask Shrek for help.’ ‘Wait. Slow down a second; We? Shrek? I don’t think you’ve told me everything.’ ‘It seems I’m trapped in the world of Shrek. It’s exactly like the movies here. I should have mentioned that earlier, right? And I’m not alone. I’m with someone named Alice. She apparently got stuck here too.’ ‘What? Why didn’t you tell me that before?’

Felix woke up. ‘Why is it always so short? I don’t even have time to talk with him that much…’ He just laid on his bed before he remembered, ‘Jeonghan! Shouldn’t I call him? It’s late… but I can’t risk forgetting it.’ Felix took his phone and the business card and dialled the number.

Jeonghan’s phone rang. It was laying next to him on the floor. It woke him up. He reached for the phone and answered, ‘Hello?’ ‘It’s me, Felix. I’m the person whose friend is stuck in another dimension. Remember?’ ‘Yeah. I remember.’ Jeonghan’s eyes widened in shock. ‘How much time has passed?’ ‘Uh… What? Since I’ve talked to you? That was yesterday.’ Jeonghan was relieved. ‘So, why did you call me Felix?’ ‘I communicated with Changbin, that’s my friends name by the way.’ ‘What did Changbin tell you?’ ‘He’s apparently trapped in the world of Shrek. You know, Shrek; the movie character.’ ‘I know who Shrek is. But for real? Is he really trapped in Shrek’s world? How would that even work?’ ‘I don’t know. That’s what he said. He also said that he isn’t alone. Someone called “Alice” is with him. She apparently got stuck in that world too…’ ‘Someone else is stuck in Shrek’s world too?’ ‘Yes. Have you figured anything out?’ ‘I’m sorry, but the only thing I have learned yet, is that this doesn’t seem to be a new thing. I read a report in an old book; apparently there were people who got stuck in another dimension. Most of them couldn’t be rescued, but those who were, seemed to be insane. Additionality, there were people who said that they could communicate with the trapped people.’ ‘You don’t have to worry about not being able to figure out more than this. This is a great starting point, I think. Makes me a little worried though…’ ‘Me too. I feel that we don’t have much time to rescue Changbin and his friend, Alice.’ ‘Yeah. But please don’t overwork yourself…’ ‘H-Huh?’ Jeonghan was embarrassed, but glad at the same time. It feels nice to know that someone cares about you.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #changbin #lee felix #changbin fanfic #felix fanfic #shrek #fanfic #writing

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petri808 · 5 years ago

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From a Man Scorned

Assholes to lovers or enemies to lovers trope I guess lol. Thank you @diabl0sstuff for your help ;)

Bakudeku. Izuku can’t take the bullying anymore, he’s gonna make Katsuki acknowledge him or else... But things take a twist he’d never expected and they learn just why Katsuki had pushed him away all these years...

“What are you looking for Midoriya?” Ochako questions the man who’s rummaging through the kitchen cabinets.

“Oh, hello Ochako-chan!” He blushes at the bubbly girl. “It appears I ate the last of my snacks,” he frowns, “guess I need to make a run to the store.”

“Awww,” she pouts too, “I ran out yesterday.”

“Wanna go with me?” He asks her, “shouldn’t take long.”

“I would, but Mina needs help with her homework.” She taps her chin, “but I did overhear Bakugou talking about a trip to the convenience store tonight. Something about Family Mart having a sale on energy drinks.”

Izuku’s eyes light up, “that’s perfect! They should have the latest Shonen Weekly out as well!”

“If I give you some money, could you pick up Hana Yume for me and some snacks?”

“Of course!”

“Great! I’ll be right back, my money’s in my room.”

While he waits for Ochako to return, Izuku watches as Katsuki comes down from the second-floor dorm area. The man goes over to Kirishima and Kaminari, chatting briefly while putting on his jacket. A twinge of heartache settles in Izuku’s chest at the sight. Katsuki even cracks a grin at whatever they were talking about. It wasn’t fair. For years he’s watched this same scene unfold, different people, but the same old Kaachan. Not the friendliest guy, but when he’s with those he considers friends, the light in his eyes always pulls a spark of jealousy from Izuku. He wanted to be one of those friends.

He could never understand why Katsuki wouldn’t be his friend. Even before his quirk came in, the man always treated Izuku poorly, and once it became clear that he would be quirkless, the taunts became worse, hence the nickname of Deku or useless. Despite it all, Izuku continued to try and befriend Katsuki. Their mothers had been friends since they were infants and encouraged the boys to be the same. His own nickname for the hot head of Kaachan was simply an endearing derivative. Katsuki hated it though because it also meant mother. ‘I’m not your mother!’ he used to scream at Izuku. No, he clearly isn’t his mother. But the nickname stuck.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Ochako flies down the stairs and hands Izuku a short list and cash. “Thank you again, I really appreciate it!”

“It’s no problem,” Izuku smiles.

Thank goodness Ochako had come down when she had, for Katsuki had already left a couple of minutes ago alone. Izuku pockets the money and rushes out the door. At first, he doesn’t see which way his friend had gone, but checking both directions, he finally sees the faint outline of Katsuki heading towards the southern campus exit. Izuku takes off at a full sprint to catch up.

“Kaachan wait up!” Izuku calls after his oldest friend as the man walks along the sidewalk away from the dorm. “Are you going to the store, can I walk with you?”

“Flake off nerd, I don’t want your company,” the man responds without turning around, continuing to walk away. All he wanted to do was get his energy drinks and snacks at the convenience store and get back to the dorms. He knew that taking Deku anywhere with him would add time to the trip cause the boy always ended up glued to the magazine rack and that really didn’t appeal to him.

“But I need to go to the same place as you.” Izuku reaches out to put his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder to slow his steps. He was heading in the same direction anyways. “I’ll just be…”

“I said fuck off Deku!” Katsuki rips the man’s hand off his shoulder.

There was no rhyme or reason to it, but something in such a simple move snaps Izuku’s mind. All he had wanted to do was walk to the store with his friend. What was so bad about that?! He could be perfectly fine with Kirishima or Kaminari, or really everyone else, but not him. Every time! Why did Katsuki have to be so mean to him?! Dammit, he was tired of being bullied by Katsuki. All his life being bullied by this man for no valid reason except for what, because he’d grown up quirkless? Bullshit! This one small retort levelled in anger cracks the normally positive young man. He was like a man possessed by the spirit of wrath ready to call upon the hellfire’s to avenge him.

“Kami I’ve had it with you Kaachan! All my life I’ve tried to be your friend and all you’ve ever done is pushed me away! You can’t handle the fact that I’m now your equal can you, is that why you keep pushing me away?!”

Izuku is seething, furious couldn’t explain the intensity of anger coursing through his veins as he stares Katsuki down. His body was electrified, and his quirk surges within his lithe and cut frame. He was done with all the bullshit! It was time to end this with Katsuki once and for all. Either the hot head would acknowledge him, or he would taste the full wrath Izuku was ready to unleash. Forget about the favor he was doing for Ochako, he didn’t care that a simple store run has just turned into a grudge match.

Katsuki laughs, this was just Izuku, he reasoned, really, what was this boy going to do to him, throw a tantrum? “Tch. Equal my ass you fucking nerd! And what the hell do I need a mumbling dork like you as a friend?!”

That was it!

“Fuck you Kaachan!” White-hot energy red with desire, percolates like snakes over Izuku’s skin. Green lightning explodes around him making his eyes glow. It was all too quick for Katsuki to react before punch after kick is landing full-bore over his body. Izuku was out of control, turning on 50% of his power without a millisecond of thought. A spinning roundhouse to an uppercut sends Katsuki flying backwards into the concrete wall, leveling 10 feet of it. All the while screaming with every nasty thing the man had ever said or done to him. It fueled his drive. Fourteen years of pent up resentment unleashed in seconds on an unsuspecting man.

“Are you kidding me?!” There’s no way that Katsuki was going to let Izuku best him so easily! It takes a second to collect himself and get over the shock, but he launches himself from the concrete rubble with blasts from his hands directly at Izuku. Izuku braces for the impact, ready and willing to throw down. The failing light of the day was about to be lit up like a Christmas tree.

By now, the sounds of destruction had caught the attention of their classmates, and several were peeking out of the front door, while others on the upper floors were glued to their bedroom windows. It was intense! The flurry of activity out on the lawn was at a fever pitch. You could barely see what was happening, only streaks of green or white and blasts of orange or red whipping around like a ping pong ball being thrashed back and forth. These two were unloading on each other, and all their classmates could do was pray they didn’t take the building down with them.

Katsuki sets up and fires a pinpoint shot at Izuku, but the man dodges and sends blackwhip to grab him before he can reload. “Argh!!” He fights against the shadowed bindings that trap and pin his arms to his sides, screaming, “You dirty bastard!” Izuku throws him towards a wall, and just as he’s about to hit, he manages to light up his hands at his sides and face them towards the wall, propelling himself away. Katsuki’s arms are still pinned to their sides but he succeeds in playing keep away with the shadow and the wall.

“Ugh!” Frustrated, Izuku drops Katsuki from several feet in the air.

The man drops and rolls, popping back to his feet with a taunting smirk.

A showdown ensues, each staring, daring the other to make a move. Calculated attacks were both their specialties, but that always flew out the window when they’d fight, more so on Katsuki’s end, but today Izuku was a different man on a mission.

Izuku balls up his fist, “I hate you Kaachan!”

“I hate you Deku!”

Explosive punches sent at the same time and in the same breath of words collide in a massive index. The shockwave created send both men flying backwards. Izuku lands in a tree, cracking it down the center and Katsuki takes down a lamp post. Sparks fly when the bulb hits the ground and explodes. The brief pause in the fighting allows onlookers to see some of the extent of the damage. Both men look like hell and are covered in bloody cuts and bruises. The damage to the property was by far just as bad. Large craters and disturbed earth, concrete walls ruined, and now a tree and lamp post added to the destruction. It was a miracle they’d managed to stay away from any actual buildings.

Izuku scrambles to his feet as Katsuki’s pushing the lamp post off of himself. They were both exhausted and running low on energy after going after one another at such full strength. He walks up and stands above his old friend, clutching his arm where it had collided with the tree, just staring and expecting the man to get up. But strangely, he stays down.

“Oi, get up,” Izuku taps the man’s foot with his own. “Or are you conceding?”

Katsuki had to finally admit that Izuku has grown a lot since those days as a quirkless nobody who’d follow him like a fanboy. It was the first time… he was looking at him like the fanboy, or more like admitting it to himself. There’s always been a deep, dark secret as to why he’d pushed Izuku away all these years and one he didn’t know if he was ready to divulge.

He lets out a deep exhale. “You win Deku,” Katsuki looks away. There was no malice in his tone, no animosity, just a tired man who’s accepted fate. “You win okay?”

‘OH MY GOD I BROKE KAACHAN!’ Izuku’s jaw drops. He was shocked. Katsuki doesn’t relent. Something was wrong!

A bubbling feeling pools in Katsuki’s gut the longer Izuku stares at him. It may have only been seconds that were passing, but it sure felt longer. The man fronting him had gone through fifty shades of red. What was up with Deku?! First, he was so pissed off, he flew at him in a rage and now he was standing there like an idiot flushed or blushing. Ugh! Typical Deku!

Izuku drops to his knees as the gravity of the situation hits. He’d just beat the hell out of his oldest friend. The boy he’s always looked up to and admired, and one he held on a pedestal right there along with All Might. Blood was seeping out of a cut near Katsuki’s temple and another staining his pants leg. His left eye was bruised and swollen, clothes torn in so many places revealing more bruises and cuts marring his skin. All the anger Izuku had been feeling evaporates. This was his friend. They may not always get along, but whenever shit hits the fan, they still had each other’s backs.

“Kaachan…. I’m so sorry….” Tears well up in his eyes. “I-I don’t know what came over me.”

“Tch, figure’s you’d apologize nerd. I ain’t been the nicest to ya so there’s no reason to be sorry. Besides, you look like shit too.” Izuku’s eyes, brightened by the moisture clouding them along with the silly sad look on his face made Katsuki’s heart flutter. He looks away as a light tinge of pink spoils the serious expression he’s desperately holding onto.

Katsuki sits up with one leg straight, the other bent, checking over his own condition. His body ached and stung worse than any fight he’s ever had with a villain. He runs a finger over his split lip, licking at the wound, and flinching from the sting. Izuku really got him good this time. It almost brought a swelling of pride to know who he’d chosen…. Katsuki shakes his head, ‘don’t do it, don’t do it!’

“Please forgive me Kaachan,” Izuku extends a hand to Katsuki, “I’ll help you to medical.”

When Katsuki looks up, his resolve withers away. He didn’t know if it was the scant light of a lamp post haloing Izuku’s head, the bright flash in his friend’s eyes, or the dimpled smile… the stupid, goofy smile that is the epitome of Izuku’s innocence that finally cracks Katsuki. Okay fine! There’s no point in denying it. He’s in love with Deku and has been for a few years. This irritating mouse with a heart of steely gold that was everything he wasn’t. A yin to his yang in terms of personality who’s been with him through thick and thin since they were in diapers.

“Okay.” Katsuki takes hold of Izuku’s hand, gripping it, but instead of letting the man pull him up, he pulls Izuku down so hard it sends him off-kilter.

“K-Kaach…” Izuku’s stumbles, his hands flying forward in an effort to keep himself from falling onto the man.

The hand Katsuki has gripped, he moves and places against Izuku’s chest to slow the man’s decent, while the other swiftly runs over his cheek, fingers sweeping past to the back of Izuku’s head, and pulling downward. Katsuki raises his own head and meets the man halfway, letting their lips collide. ‘So soft…’ why was he surprised?

Off in the distance, they could hear muffled yelling, but neither of them could understand a word Aizawa was yelling. The whole situation was a mind blur. Izuku was in blissful disbelief that Katsuki was kissing him, kissing him! And as he lay there prone and propped between the man’s legs, all he could think about was how surprisingly sweet Katsuki tasted. Stupid thoughts, ‘Must be the nitroglycerin…’ He never wanted to stop kissing this man! Until now, Izuku had never thought of his old friend in such a way, but things can and do change.

Katsuki puts an arm behind his head as a pillow, as Izuku gives in and relaxes completely against him. The other enjoys its place, cradling and running its fingers through Izuku’s unruly, but velvety green hair. Everything about this man was soft and pliable, so much so that Katsuki imagines molding to Izuku in ways that would make any one blush. Izuku fists at his shirt, and that brings a twinge of pleasure to Katsuki to know he was just as into him as he was into Izuku.

“You really can’t rid of me now,” Izuku teases.

“Yeah…” Katsuki responds with little kisses at the corners of Izuku’s mouth, “don’t remind me…”

By the time Aizawa and All Might arrive, the two men were still lip-locked and making out right on the edge of the sidewalk completely oblivious to the crowd of students that had finally felt safe enough to venture out of the dorm building. The two teachers, usher the students back in amid camera clicks, then assess the damage. The destruction was evident all around the area, including the boys themselves who looked like they’d been through a war. Tomorrow, they would mete out a punishment, but considering these two boys had finally found a truce, who were they to break things up just yet…

#bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #Midoriya izuku #bakudeku fanfiction #bakudeku fan fic #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #kaachan #deku

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lavishedinjimin · 6 years ago

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a little bit of sugar, daddy [2]

↳ Pairing: taehyung x reader

↳ genre: sugardaddy!au, ceo!au

↳ rating: 18+

↳ word count: 3.9k

↳ warnings: lots of implied smut, lots of dirty talk, slight voyeurism if you squint, BDE taehyung lol

— synopsis: Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed on, and could she keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?

a/n: go and check out my masterlist located at my bio to see the next chapter of this story!

The car ride was quite something else. It wasn’t a quiet-but-comfortable atmosphere because hell – it was the opposite of that. You were shifting all over his leather seat and you don’t know where to put your hands. You were breathing ever so quietly, scared that he’ll hear how rugged it was. Taehyung, on the other hand, rests his left elbow on the window frame as he continuously tugged and played with his lips, the other hand gripping the steering wheel.

You didn't know what to do. It was nerve-wracking to the point where you were unconsciously bouncing your left leg up and down.

You started to think if this was really a good idea. You just met him today, and he could be lying about not hurting you. In your whole twenty years of life, you haven't experienced anything like this -- why would you? You didn't exactly know what came through you when you said yes to him. You were actually probably too horny to think about it.

You sighed and you lowered your head, massaging your temples with your fingers as it suddenly started to hurt.

'I'm such a dumb bitch.'

"Y/n? You good?" He said, breaking the silence. He turned to look at you for just a few seconds and returned his focus back on the road. "You seem off."

"Yeah, n-no. I'm okay." You said, prying your eyes away from him as much as possible.

"You're lying." He said after a moment. "I don't want you to lie."

Something in his voice was firm and strict -- and you didn't understand why. You finally looked at him and he had his jaw clenched. You furrowed your eyebrows, why was he so angered about this?

"Fine. I'm just, well, I don't exactly know the reason why I agreed to this. Don't be offended though, I'm not saying that you're a bad person -- no. But it scares me on how fast I said yes to you. Hell, you might take me to some kind of dungeon or a mafia cult or something." You explained, looking at him for just a second. He didn’t look at you but he released a chuckle, smirking. “Also, you’re probably like six or seven years older than me.”

“Seven.”

“Huh?”

“M’twenty-seven.”

“Oh.” You gulped, trying to avoid his figure at the corner of your eyes. “Anyways, what I was saying--”

“What you were saying is bullshit, Y/n.” He cut you off, followed by a quiet giggle. “Didn’t I said that I won't hurt you, hmm? That’s true, and I don’t do lies. I’m not a bad guy, Y/n, you can trust me on that.”

You kept your mouth zip, hearing what he has to say.

“Whatever I said back there at the cafe was also true, angel. You’re such a goddess and you don’t even know. It’s rare to find people like you out there, and I just had to take the chance.” Suddenly, he placed his right hand above your left knee and you stilled in shock. He exhaled, rubbing it up and down. You, on the other hand, were trying so hard not to move. You were tense and nervous.

“People like me?” You scoffed, “I’m just an ordinary girl like anyone else. I go to college and I work, pay taxes, and all that. I’m not special, believe it or not, Taehyung.”

“I know that. But it’s something else that I see in you that makes me lose my mind when I’m with you.” Confused with that statement, you looked up at him and saw how he ran his tongue on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed. You noticed how the grip on the steering wheel was getting harder. He rubbed his hand up and down on your knee slightly, making you hitch your breath. “I can’t say what exactly it is right now, or else I might have to pull over.”

“W-what?” You meekly asked. He turned to you and his eyes burned holes into yours. His gaze was immensely intense -- way too intense, making your cheeks turn a shade of red.

“It’s the little things Y/n. Like what you did just now; the way that you blushed just by my stare, how you fumble with your hands like that, the way that you bite your lip when you’re nervous -- you're so serene, baby.”

“Serene?”

“Mhm,” he moved the hand that was on your knee a little bit higher until it rested on your thigh - squeezing it - making you jump a little. “So fucking precious. You might not understand it quite yet, but I’ll tell you soon, in full details.”

He removed the hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. You released the air that you were apparently holding with a loud sigh, finally relaxing into the seat. He noticed this and chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your cuteness.

You expected that he’ll live in a very rich and exquisite building -- but this just went beyond your expectations.

Once you stepped in his place, all the colors you can see were white, matte black, and grey. It was all very modern and very simplistic of him. You firstly saw what you thought was his living room, where it’s literally the size of your whole apartment. Every wall was covered in famous paintings, which were the only objects that bring any color to the complex. On the right, there was his kitchen, all neatly polished, and then a huge staircase probably leading to his bedroom and other rooms that probably cost ten times your college tuition.

“Earth to Y/n?” you suddenly heard his voice, seeing how his hand waved in front of your face -- snapping back to reality.

“O-oh, yeah. Um,” you gulped, “your place...it’s really...really--”

“Really...? Hmm?” he towered over your small figure, walking forwards and making you hit a wall behind you. You gulped as you looked up to his eyes.

“Um, pretty.” You said in a whisper. He smirked at you, grabbing one of your cheeks with his hand and caressing it. You fought back the urge to flutter your eyes close.

“You really think so? People who go here the first time say that it’s pretty boring and bland.” You shook your head, “No, it’s really not. You have your own style.”

“What? Boring?” He laughed, eyes still focused on yours. He moved his body closer to that it was pressing against yours slightly. The touch of his skin made you shiver. “Think I’m boring?”

His deep and gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine, and how close he was with you made you suck up a breath. He slowly slid one of his hands down your sides until it reaches your hip, gripping it tightly while biting his lip. “Hmm?”

“No, a-absolutely not.” You replied truthfully. This man is nothing but boring.

“Okay, then.” He released you from his hold, making you catch your breath once more. How can he make you feel so breathless so easily?

“Have you ate dinner yet?” He asked, walking towards his kitchen without even looking at you. You took the opportunity to swoon as his back -- the way that the dress shirt neatly hugged his figure, showing his broad shoulders and back muscles almost made you wanna faint. He was walking so smugly, too, as if he knew what you were doing.

“I haven’t.” He nodded his head, making you sit on one of the stools in front of the huge marble island.

“Let me make you something, then.” He assured and turned his back to you once again, starting to prepare all sorts of ingredients.

While he was cooking, you sat there, quiet. He was tossing all the ingredients around the pan, probably lowkey trying to impress you, making you giggle.

But it wasn't quiet enough because he heard your little laugh, making him turn around and looked at you with one of his eyebrows raised. "Hmm? Something funny baby?"

You bit your lip, looking down. "Nothing."

He scoffed at you as he continued his work. That particular noise that he did somehow make you feel small. It somehow intimidated you. "Don't do that."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked back up at him, only to be faced with his back. "Do what?"

"Biting your lip like that."

That sentence hit you right through your core, and you didn't know why. But you decided not to fall in his trap and came up with a better statement to reply with. "Why? Do you like it?"

Regret, regret, regret.

You heard him hum and removed the pan away from the stove. He faced you, seeing how dark his eyes have been. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table as his head was mere inches away from yours.

"Go on. Bite your lip."

Your eyes widened. He really confirmed that he did like it, so doing it in front of him made you really nervous. "You heard me right, little one. Do it."

You exhaled, finding the courage to do so. He lifted his left hand and placed his thumb on your bottom lip, swiping it across. His eyes were glued to your lips as he was mesmerized by it.

A second later, you did what he told you and bit your lip, eyes looking straight up at him. "Shit."

He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them. There was a much darker shade painted onto them that you thought were impossible.

“You don't know how much I wanna fuck you right now.” He growled in your ear, making you whine. “The things I’d do to your cute, little body princess.”

Your eyes widened and you were getting excited. You can feel your heat getting wet every second as he talks, and he knows it. “Please...”

“Hmm? What was that I hear?” He tilts your head up with his index finger under your chin to make you look directly at his dark irises. A smirk was plastered on his face as he looked at you, cheeks flushed. “P-please, um, I...” you searched for correct words but nothing came out, only making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know what you want.”

He leaned his face even closer to yours so that your lips were brushing against his. He was teasing you, pulling away whenever you tried getting closer. “You want me to do everything I told you back in the cafe. I know you want me to bend you over on this island,” he said as he placed a hand on the marble surface, tapping it, “and spank your cute little ass again and again until you won’t be able to sit.”

You whimpered once again, trying to look down out of embarrassment but he didn’t allow it. “I know you’ll like that.”

You do.

But before anything else happens, Taehyung pulls himself away, turning his back on you and continues to cook your meal. Just like nothing happened. You released a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding as you calmed down. You rubbed your face with both of your hands, noticing how hot your face has become.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had a smirk on his face. He liked what he did to you. Even at the cafe, he likes seeing you so flustered about every word he says.

He has never been paired up with a girl this young. He was twenty-seven, and every girl he met was about twenty-four and above. You were a new experience for him, and he had never seen someone like you to be so frail and innocent. He wanted to take care of you. And he didn’t know how much you turned him on whenever you look at him with your big, doe eyes.

After a few moments, he had finished cooking your meal, giving it to you on a plate— still hot. “Are you a pasta fan?”

“Huge.” Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you, smoke still coming out of it. He chuckled as he handed you a fork. Taehyung cleaned up, then walking away from the kitchen. “Are you not gonna eat with me?” You asked carefully before digging in.

He turned his head towards you, “I ate already, Princess. I’ll be back soon, I just need to do a few things.” You nodded as he left as you began eating his delicious food.

Your plate was half empty until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, you turned your head, expecting to see Taehyung but your eyes met a middle-aged woman. Her eyes lit up as she saw you. “Oh, darling!” You quickly stood up from your seat and bowed at her politely, “Good evening, Mrs...”

“Please, call me Marie.” She excitedly walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “And you are?”

“Oh, I’m Y/n. I’m Taehyung’s...um-” What were you?

She removed the uneasiness away from the air and laughed, “Don’t worry, Y/n, I understand. It’s a shocker though.”

You creased your eyebrows, “Hm?”

“It’s the first time Taehyung has ever brought a young-looking girl in his house. You’re so cute!” Her excitement made you giggle.

“Oh, I haven’t really introduced myself other than Marie. I’m his housekeeper for four years now.”

“Four?! That’s so long, you must know him a lot.” “I do, yes. Don’t be intimidated by him though, he’s a gentleman.” Yeah, right,

She looked over your shoulder to see that your halfway-finished meal. “Oh, you’re eating! I’m sorry to bother you. Sit down, sit down.”

You obliged with a smile, loving how wonderful she already is. She walked over to the large fridge and filled you a glass of water. “Here,” she handed it to you, “he cooked you pasta but didn’t give you a drink.” She winked, making you laugh and say your thanks.

“Well, I’ll be going now, it’s my time to leave.”

You looked at the nearest clock you could find as it read 8:45 pm. “Where do you live, Marie?”

“Don’t worry about it, lovely. I’m just down the roads and such, I have my husband picking me up sometimes.”

You nodded and smiled, thanking and bidding her goodbye as she walks out of the door. She was so kind and happy, it made you feel refreshed.

You already finished your plate but Taehyung hasn’t arrived still. You decided to clean up the utensils and plate yourself and wait until he gets back. You thought if it was okay to wander around his house, but the beauty of it tempted you so much. You wished you had a house like this, heck, you wished you lived here, but you knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

“Y/N.” A deep voice called for you, making you whip your head into its direction. You finally saw Taehyung, leaning one side of his body on the wall with a smirk, just watching you. You put down one of the figurines that you were apparently holding and carefully placed it back where it belongs. “Yeah?”

He motioned you to come to him with his index finger, curling it to his direction. You gulped and obeyed, not knowing what will happen.

You were a foot away from him until he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close until your bodies were touching. You let out a quiet gasp.

“You’ve met Marie?” You nodded, gulping as you feel the warmth of his body, “She’s wonderful, isn’t she?”

“She is.” He lifts his hand up to caress your soft cheek as he looked at you in pureness.

Taehyung’s face was so perfect. It was like it was sculpted so perfectly by the gods. Everything seemed so sharp and balanced and each part complemented the other. The way he looked at you made your heart beat faster, you couldn’t lie.

“Let’s go to my office,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you across his place. “Your office? Why?” You asked, trying to catch up with his big steps.

“We’re gonna talk about business, babygirl.” You can tell that he was smirking, even though you couldn’t see his face. He led you inside a room with a huge, matte black desk. The walls were grey and there were many more paintings in here. Piles of papers and documents sat on his desk and so are his shelves were filled with binders and portfolios. You forgot he was a CEO not until you stepped foot inside this room. He walked towards his chair and sat on it, placing his forearms above the desk in front of him. His desk was huge, and you wondered how many girls he had bent over on it. You gulped, putting the thought at the very back of your head.

“The answer is no.” He suddenly spoke, making your eyes wide. How did he know?

“I haven’t fucked anyone here yet. I usually do it in the kitchen.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked at you deeply, “but you can be an exemption.”

“You can probably already imagine how hard it is for me to keep myself from fucking you back there.” He groaned, tilting his head to the side. “Ah, sorry.” Your eyebrows creased. “Please sit.”

You did as you were told and sat on one of the leather chairs in front of him and his desk. “Do you know why we’re here right now?” He asked, making himself comfortable in his chair.

“You said about business?”

He smiles at your answer, “You know who I am, and what I do, don’t you love?”

You looked to the side, finding the correct answer. You tilt your head, “I-I think I do.”

He’s a sugar daddy, but you won’t say it out loud.

“In this hidden world that I brought you into, I’m a dominant, Y/N.”

Yeah, well, that’s not surprising.

“And if you agree to this, you’re going to be my submissive. You know how that works, don’t you?” He looked at you with dark and serious eyes, waiting for your answer. You nodded. “Yes? Then what are you supposed to do, baby?”

“I have to obey you.”

A growl escaped from his lips, “Good. But that’s not the only thing, love. As my submissive, you are going to let only me to touch you. You belong to me and you will be my property when you agree to this. No man should touch you, because that will make me disappointed.”

He leaned closer to you, “And you don’t want me to be disappointed in you, Y/n.” You gulped, nodding right after.

“What course do you take in school?” he asks.

“Oh, um, biology.” He raises an eyebrow up, intertwining his hands together.

“Interesting. How much do you earn while working in that cafe?” You fiddled with your finger nervously. You remember how he said that he can give you anything you want, and that can include the money. “Well, I earn $5 per hour, but that’s just a part-time job. I also only go three times every week.”

You tugged on your bottom lip as you looked down. You didn’t want to see the look on his face. You suddenly felt his hand grabbing yours, holding them preciously on his. He smiled at you, “Y/n, sweetheart, I told you this already but I can give you whatever you need. You can quit your job and focus on your studies while I can provide you the money that you need.”

“No, Taehyung, I --”

“Ah, ah, ah, Y/n.” he cuts you off, “This is what I love to do, and you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I earn six figures a month.” He smirked, making you blush. “In return, you only have to be there for me and to obey me, you know what I mean, Y/n?”

You nodded, “I do.”

“I want you to think about this seriously. If you agree, you’ll be attending to my needs and I’ll be attending to yours. I’ll give you the pleasure that you need. I’ll give you money every month.”

“Oh, Taehyung, it's okay if you don’t--”

“I wasn’t asking permission, baby girl.” he strictly told you. “If you agree, the contract will officially start tomorrow. If you don’t, that’s totally fine and I understand your every decision.”

You thought long and hard about this, you knew your life would totally change if you’d agree to this. But you really needed the money, and you really liked him too. You were just unsure if you can handle the things he’d do to you.

“About the, um, sex thing...” you nervously asked, but he was all ears. “I’m listening, love.”

“I don’t know if you know or if you can tell but I haven’t really had much experience.” you timidly said. “I don’t know how I can attend to your needs - like - there are so many more women out there who had more sexual experience than me.” You were confused about why he had even chosen you, and you were dying to know.

Taehyung chuckled, rubbing your hands that were captured in his. “I chose you for a reason, baby. I don’t just do this with random people. You’re a new one for me, and you’re not like anyone else that I had. I can also guide you and teach you. I won’t let you do things that you aren’t comfortable with. I can teach you about everything you need to know, baby.” You stayed silent, but you understood what he said.

You weren’t sure if you can make this decision tonight though, you needed to think.

“We don’t have to settle this tonight, Y/n. I understand this decision requires more time.”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He smiled, standing up from his seat. He walked around the desk until he was faced in front of you, leaning his body against the hardwood. He looked down at you longingly, brushing a hand through your hair. He let out a sigh, “You’re really beautiful, Y/n. I want to take care of you.”

You blushed, “Taehyung, I promise I’ll tell you my decision tomorrow.” He nodded, pulling you up so that you were stood in front of him. “Are you tired, Y/n? It’s kinda late, I can drive you back home.”

“Is it okay for you?”

“More than okay. I’ll gladly drive you.” he winked, making you laugh. You agreed and he led you to his garage.

Taehyung’s car stopped in front of your building. You arrived at quarter to ten and you mentally cursed at yourself because you just remembered an essay that you needed to finish. He got out of the car and walked over to your side, opening the door for you like a total gentleman.

You smirked at him, “Thank you, sir.”

You used that nickname because you pretended that he was your personal driver, just an innocent little thought. But what Taehyung was thinking is the complete opposite. He clenched his jaw hard, trying his hardest not to push you inside your house and make you use that name on him again and again.

He guided you to your doorstep. “Thank you, Taehyung, for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything. I love what I do and if you’ll let me do this, I promise you won't regret it.” You nodded, smiling. “Here’s my personal number. From now on I’ll be using that to text or to call you, okay?” He grabbed a slip of paper from his pocket, giving it to you.

“Okay.”

He smiled, leaning closer to you slowly, pressing a tender kiss on your right cheek. “I’ll be hearing from you tomorrow, angel.”

You watch him climb back inside his car and he drove away. You let out a loud sigh, tilting your head backward.

What the fuck is this day.

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