#digital writing pad for laptop

[piyushflip]

Laptop with writing pad

Erase Button :  Digital writing Tablet displays your notes until you erase them with the Push of a button. button erases notes instantly (Please make-Sure Screen mode Unlocked From Back Side of the Product)

Pressure-sensitive : screen lets you create thick and thin lines. Durable case and recessed screen are safe for school, travel and home use.

Reusable, Paperless, Environmental-Friendly :  digital writing Tablet displays your notes until you erase them with the touch of a button, One-touch button erases notes instantly.

[hauntedsprings]

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[l0v3tast3]

midnight smut w toji after he comes home from work?🙈

i thank you, anon, from the bottom of my heart for requesting this. this was a very fun one to write (─‿‿─) i hope you like it!!! <3

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, somnophilia (consensual), dom!toji, size difference, size kink, abuse of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), soft!toji but turns into mean!toji, overstimulation, degradation, choking, dacryphilia, spit kink, excessive dirty talk

✎ word count: 2.6k words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests

✧ ˖ ° toji knows his pretty little girlfriend doesn't like when he works late, but if he was being honest, he loves it. not the part where he has to work, but the part after that, when he comes home to you curled up on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow while some netflix show plays quietly on your laptop.

✧ ˖ ° he pads silently past your sleeping form and into the shower. it's brief, as quick as he can be; he wants to feel the heat of your skin, not of the water that turns brackish red as it floods off of him. he barely bothers to dry himself off, just enough that you won't complain about the bed getting soaked (from water, at least), and disregards getting dressed completely. the clothes would have been off again soon anyways.

✧ ˖ ° with the laptop shut and placed on your nightstand, toji doesn't waste a second in getting his hands on you. he's gentle at first, like always, wanting you to know he would take care of you, even when he was ruining you. his hand traces the curves and accents of your face lightly, from your eyebrows to your cheekbones to your lips. the vanilla chapstick you always put on before bed smears with his thumb; he'd be kissing it off soon anyways.

✧ ˖ ° the blanket is edged off of you and toji slowly spreads your legs wide enough to wedge his broad figure in between. his calloused hands run up your smooth skin until they're at your hips, raising up toji's t-shirt that engulfs you so the lecherous grin can spread at the sight of your bare cunt.

✧ ˖ ° "such a sweet girl f'me," he mutters under his breath, rubbing soft circles into the tops of your thighs where his thumbs reached, his fingers engulfing toji's favorite part of you to stare at. it's a sight that he's certain he'll never grow bored of, seeing you bare and waiting for him, seeing how tiny and vulnerable you were under him. he ignores his cock that's been aching since before he even got home in favor of appreciating the moment.

✧ ˖ ° it's kept brief as toji brings his hands back down under your knees to lift your limp legs over his shoulders as he lays on his stomach. he's nearly drooling as his mouth hovers over your cunt. one hand spreads over your lower belly while the other locks over your plush thigh before he's licking a stripe over your slit. a low groan rolls out of his throat; you were already soaked. were you touching yourself before you fell asleep? that must be why your underwear is lying on the floor next to you.

✧ ˖ ° he's lapping at your cunt, replacing all your wetness with his spit. toji never cares about how messy he gets. he prefers it that way; it makes the noises of his cock drilling in and out of you louder. every drop that leaks from you is swallowed greedily, tongue prodding at your tiny hole, forcing itself in past your tight entrance until he retracts with a huff of a laugh. "always so fuckin' tight when ya fall asleep," he whispers, mostly to himself, his smile only dropping when he starts his onslaught of your clit.

✧ ˖ ° the hand on your thigh dips down so he can stuff his middle and ring fingers into you. toji's tongue moves in languid circles around the bundle of nerves while he drags the digits in and out, working you open so he doesn't hurt you too much.

✧ ˖ ° you're stirring by now, breaths coming out sharper and more ragged, hands searching for the disturbance of your rest. they find purchase in his damp hair and on his back as your eyes blink open hazily. "mmn, toji?" you rasp, swallowing hard and almost choking when he buries his fingers to his knuckles. his tongue swipes roughly over your clit just to feel your hips jerk under him before he turns his head to plant a wet kiss on your thigh.

✧ ˖ ° "'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?" toji asks with a teasing lilt. you don't get the chance to answer; his mouth is latched back onto your cunt as soon as he's done speaking.

✧ ˖ ° you can barely process the heat already half-built in the pit of your stomach, already spreading to make your legs twitch and tremble, to make your nails dig into his skin and tug at his hair. the daze of sleep still fogs your brain, making you unable to form the words to tell toji you were already about to cum.

✧ ˖ ° he knows, of course. he'd felt your cunt around his fingers, his tongue, his cock too many times to not have the squeeze of your walls memorized. toji knows how to toy with your body as easily as he did his weapons. he knows that when he adds a third finger to the ones pumping more steadily now and sucks on your clit just a little harder you'll cum, so that's just what he does.

✧ ˖ ° the fire that had been built quicker than you could realize takes over your whole body; you can't think, can't breathe, paralyzed by the blinding pleasure toji so eagerly gives you. he's drinking every drop of cum you gush out, moaning into your pussy, mumbling mostly to himself how sweet you were, how hungry he'd been all day, how happy he was to finally be home. a gasped moan forces it's way out of you as soon as your lungs are able to move again. your grip tightens on him when he continues as you come down, but your whine seems to get through to him and he draws away, sucking his dripping-wet fingers clean as soon as he takes them out of you.

✧ ˖ ° toji's raining kisses on your thighs, the hand that was just keeping your arching back down rubbing across your stomach and between your breasts. it moves up to cup your face as his mouth trails after it, making you giggle softly when his lips tickle your jaw. he can see how heavy your eyelids are as the fog thickens in your head again, how you can barely keep your arms lifted to run your hands over his neck and through his hair.

✧ ˖ ° "hmm, did such a good job f'me, sweetheart. ya look tired now, princess, d'ya wanna go back to sleep?" he murmurs as he hovers over you, taking in your dreamy expression with hooded eyes. you nod absently with a hum as you nuzzle the side of your face into his hand; your limbs were just so heavy, so drained of any energy you may have had. if someone asked, toji would say that of course he feels bad about how he's about to twist the adorable look on you, but the sadistic smile that you're too semi-conscious to notice says otherwise. "go back to sleep, pretty girl, it's alright," he coos.

✧ ˖ ° your hands are nearly slipping away from him while he spits into his hand, rubbing it over his rock-hard dick along with your slick still covering him to his wrist and the pre-cum leaking out steadily. just the feeling of your tight entrance as he lines up his tip is a relief to him, melting whatever is left of the tension in his muscles. toji takes one last look at you dozing off, the hand still cupping your face moving down to wrap around your neck, fingers nearly touching without applying any pressure. then he shoves his cock halfway into you.

✧ ˖ ° the air is forced out of both toji's and your lungs, yours in a sharp gasp, his in a moan of pure bliss. the spasms of your walls as your dumbed-down brain tries to catch up make him go mad, sweating at the effort it took to not completely ram into you. he's panting over you, nose-to-nose as he grins and laughs breathily at the state you're in.

✧ ˖ ° you're held down from completely arching off of the bed by the hand still on your neck, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your eyes fly open. toji hadn't been kidding; you're always so tight when you fall asleep, cramped walls making his self-control break down by the millisecond and making you already feel stuffed full. the sting that always follows after he drives into you has tears pricking the corner of your eyes, and toji coos down at you again, his mocking tone much more blatant.

✧ ˖ ° "hah, pretty little baby still too tired to say anything? too dumb from half my dick? don't worry, princess, we'll make the rest of it fit. always find a way, don't we?" you're holding onto the arm connected to your throat and your legs wrap around his hips as tight as they can as a desperate way to ground yourself as your brain goes haywire. toji keeps pushing his hips forward, bullying his length further and further into you, talking you through it all. "almost there doll, doin' so good f' me- shit, so fuckin' tight. you love when i wake you up like this, don't ya? yeah ya do, you love being my little fucktoy. you love when i use you whenever i want, right? right, princess?"

✧ ˖ ° it's all so much, he overpowers every one of your senses, taking over your body by flooding it with sweet pain and hot pleasure. you can barely hear what he's saying over his dick emptying your head, much less able to respond to him. but you try, you try to make your head nod up and down, try to push out anything other than whimpers and muddled moans, but toji shoves the last couple of inches into you just as you're about to.

✧ ˖ ° a mix of a taunting laugh and drawn-out moan come from him as your chest presses up against his, teary eyes widening as you cry out, nails digging into whatever skin of his you can reach to leave welting lines that make toji so happy to see in the mirror. you're so completely full; every time toji bottoms out in you feels like the first time, but when he has you like this, your body still so sensitive from your rest and cumming just a couple of minutes ago, it's so much more.

✧ ˖ ° "ple-ease- ple- toji, ah! wai- nngh!" your vocal chords finally catch up as he starts grinding his hips down against yours in the way he knows drives you crazy. the mess of pleas you whine between gasps are just fuel for the sick smile to spread further across his face; this is exactly what he needed after a long, hard day at work.

✧ ˖ ° "awh, poor little girl, is it too much? mm, it is? that's too bad, sweetie. you're gonna take it anyways. i know you can, you are my good little whore, aren't you? yeah ya are." the tears that had been threatening to spill finally do as he starts slowly dragging his thick cock out until just his tip remains and pushing back in and he laughs again, still hovering face-to-face with you. toji's tongue laps up the salty water, drinking it gleefully. "don't cry, princess, you're takin' it so well, see? my big dick's fittin' allll the way in- fuck- pussy's grippin' me so hard, don't wanna let go of me, do ya? don't worry, gonna keep ya on my cock 'til morning."

✧ ˖ ° he's slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts, gradually enough that you don't even realize until your eyes are rolling up into your skull, body jolting as he keeps you in place with the hand still locked around your neck. you're clinging onto him for dear life as he's smacking his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass wetly. obscene sounds of your sexes meeting fill the room just as the smell of it has; it's so loud, you and toji are both so loud that you're sure the entire street can hear you. neither of you care (toji hopes they can all hear how good he's fucking you).

✧ ˖ ° when you're able to open your eyes again toji is still there above you, watching your every expression with a look that speaks for how much his ego is being fed. he's right there, practically nose-to-nose with you, and all you want to do is press your lips to his, swallow his gravelly groans and briefly stop the words flooding from his mouth that filled your head like cotton. except he won't let you move; tilting your head up only serves to make you cut off your own air against his palm as he leans his head back just out of reach.

✧ ˖ ° his hooded eyes and cocky grin shows you how much he loves how easily he can have control over you. toji loves feeling your dainty neck strain against his hand, loves watching how desperate you are to kiss him, loves how you jerk and writhe under him and hearing how you whine. instead of giving into you, his hand slides up to grip your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks just enough to open your mouth. your tongue hangs out as he lets his do the same, dripping trails of spit down for you to swallow between pants.

✧ ˖ ° "fuuuck, such a good slut, all f' me. you love being my slut, right princess? i know ya do, don't even hav'ta say it." toji gives a particularly harsh thrust, chuckling when you whimper as he stops to sit up. knees pushing under your back to lift your lower body, he takes your legs and presses them against your chest to fold you in half. as soon as he's got you how he wants you, his hips are snapping back against yours again and you wail.

✧ ˖ ° the fact of how sore you'll be come morning is disregarded quickly as you melt into a boneless puddle under him. you can't do anything except weakly claw at the sheets while he holds you down by your legs, toji's fat cock digging deep to hit every spot there was inside you. "already gonna cum again, huh? gettin' even fuckin' tighter around me, god! wanna cum, doll? c'mon, tell me. you can do it, sweetie, you were just bein' a good girl f' me- hah- where'd that go?"

✧ ˖ ° you're looking up at him, fighting to keep your eyes open and to try to form words, any words that could tell him what you wanted. it was just difficult with how unrelentingly he was filling you over and over and over again. you felt like toji was quicksand that you were sinking into, enveloping you completely and suffocating you in the best way possible.

✧ ˖ ° "haa- please-! pl- ah! i wan-" was all it took from you for him to bury himself completely in you and start grinding down again. a thumb comes down to rub hard against your clit and your body goes numb, stock-still save for your eyes rolling back. the words he's still saying are muddled, as if you're underwater.

✧ ˖ ° "...-gotta wake up, princess. there she is! fucked ya too good, hah! rude of ya to pass out on me like that, little girl. i still haven't cum yet."

[junekissed]

packages, boxes and bags

day eight of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — boyfriend!seokmin x reader genre — the sweetest and purest fluff word count — 3.1k synopsis — you’re having trouble finding the perfect gift for your boyfriend on your first christmas together. maybe his friends can help. warnings — a little cursing, reader is called seokmin's girlfriend, pet names (baby, honey), they are so damn cute it hurts, when can i have my own seokmin god please i'm begging notes — lowercase intended. i apologize this is late but i was busy the past couple days and i also didn't have much inspo for this. so imagine my surprise when today i sit down at my laptop and boom three thousand words just. appear. but i am so happy with how this turned out and i hope you will be too. i must warn you all this is disgustingly sweet and precious and i definitely screamed into my pillow more than once while writing this. i hope you enjoy :) p.s. i promise this isn't an ad for kay jewelers— blame @duhnova for that

one reblog = one (almost) engagement ring

you shut your laptop closed and groan, putting your head in your hands. this was never going to work.

you’ve spent the better part of your day off on websites like amazon, macy’s, even walmart, trying to find the perfect gift for seokmin.

despite being together almost seven months now, it’s the first time you’ll be spending christmas together. and… you have absolutely no idea what to get him.

first you thought about getting him some little gadget for his computer at work, maybe a new keyboard or a cute new mouse pad. but then you remembered how he told you in passing the other day how he couldn’t stand how his job had him hunched over his computer all day, and he was thinking about looking for a new one where he wouldn’t have to be on it so much.

then you thought you might get him a nice framed picture of the two of you, something small to keep in his apartment for when you’re not there. but when you came over last weekend, the first thing he did was show you the digital photo frame he found in his closet that his mom got him for his birthday that he’d forgotten about. he was stoked to “finally be able to put it to good use” and had programmed it with dozens of pictures of the two of you.

you’d tried google. you’d looked at every gift-giving website under the sun. you’d even asked your best friend what she was getting for her boyfriend for christmas to see if it might spark an idea. 

but everything you come across is either something he already has, something he doesn’t need, or something he could easily get on his own.

so… you were stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, seokmin is currently on the other side of town, running through the mall in a panic, trying to figure out what to get you.

he knows he shouldn’t have waited until three days before christmas to get his holiday shopping done, but he’s been busy– there’s a huge promotion up at his job, and he’s doing everything he can to get it. not only would it mean less sitting at his desk all day and more moving around, it would also mean a big raise, so you can finally move in together like you both have been wanting to. now that would be a perfect christmas present if he gets the position, but he won’t find out if he has or not until the new year, so that rules that out. 

it’s your first christmas together, so he really wants to go all out. winter is his favorite season, and now he gets to spend it with his favorite person, so why wouldn’t he make it something extravagant? except… he can’t find anything to get you.

so here he is at the mall downtown, ducking into every store and searching for something, anything that might give him an idea of a gift you might like.

he doesn’t wanna buy you clothes, because that’s lame, and also because he doesn’t wanna get something that’s not guaranteed you’ll like. what if you think the fabric is too itchy, or you don’t like the pattern? returning or even exchanging his gift would mean a big failure.

he doesn’t wanna buy you the trinkets he found at that one gift shop, because even though they are cute, they’re not special enough to get for you. these are the type of things he’d pick up for you on his way home from work as an everyday treat, or at the very most, a stocking stuffer; you deserve more than some cheap little thing he found on a whim.

he thought about getting you a new purse, because you said you’ve been needing one since the strap on your current one broke, but he’s pretty sure you already bought yourself one when your boss gave you an amazon gift card as a thank-you for all the overtime you’ve been doing lately.

it seems like everything he thinks of to get you is a dumb idea. so now he’s stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

you sigh, pulling out your phone and scrolling through your gallery, praying that one of the photos is hiding some kind of sign that’ll tell you exactly what to buy him. but as expected, there’s no magic word or wish list or qr code that leads to the perfect gift.

you’re just about to give up and call him and just ask him what he wants, when an idea hits you. calling him would be admitting to him you can’t think of something special to give him, but calling his friends… now that, that might get you somewhere. they’ve known him for way longer than you have, they must have some idea of things he likes or might want.

you quickly dial the number of his friend minghao. you’ve only met him a few times at some get-togethers, but he seems like the most responsible out of his group, and the most likely to give you a helpful answer.

he picks up on the first ring, but the voice that answers… isn’t minghao?

“hello seokmin’s girlfriend! this is minghao’s phone, how can i help you!”

“junhui, i told you to stop touching my phone!” you hear a voice in the background that you guess is minghao.

“fi-ine,” the first voice—junhui?—grumbles, and you hear a shuffling noise as you assume the phone is being passed back to its owner.

minghao sighs. “hi. sorry about him. what’s up?”

you try not to laugh at the phone mix-up. “just, uh, have a question for you.”

“mhm?” he prods.

“has… seok mentioned anything he wants for christmas? or, like, is there anything you know he needs?” you ask, hoping it sounds nonchalant.

he hums. “mm, not really. are you trying to come up with a christmas gift for him?”

you whine. “yeah. but i’ve tried everything, i can’t think of a single good thing to give him.”

minghao pauses. “he’s really sentimental, but you probably already figured that out by now. the best i can suggest is something homemade, or something related to some kind of memory you have together. he’d like that.”

you freeze. “i… i think i’ve got an idea,” you say jumping up from your chair. “you’re the best, minghao, i owe you big time for this.”

“don’t worry about it. merry christmas.”

you hang up the phone and open your laptop again. this just might work.

you hadn’t planned on spending this much on seokmin’s present, but why not go all out? sure, you’ll have to cut back on your morning coffee for a couple weeks, but it’ll be worth it to see the look on his face on christmas morning.

at the same time, across town seokmin’s just walking out of the jewelry store, a shiny velvet box tucked into his jacket pocket. it’s a lot more than he wanted to pay for it, but it’s better than showing up empty-handed. besides, if that promotion comes through like he hopes, he’ll pay it off in no time. it might have cost a small fortune, but he just knows it’ll look so pretty on you. he can’t wait to see you wear it.

christmas eve finally rolls around and you’re standing outside the door to seokmin’s apartment, your arms full of bags for the weekend you’re spending with him.

his entire face lights up the second he opens the door, and he squeezes you in a tight hug before giving you a soft kiss. “hi baby,” he says, almost shyly. “merry christmas.”

he grabs the bags from you to carry them inside, and you give him another kiss. “merry christmas.”

he takes your things back to his room to set them down, then comes back out into the living room, wrapping his arms around you again. “i’m so glad you get to be here,” he says quietly.

“mm. me too.”

the room is quiet, besides the faint honking of cars outside. you snuggle up on the couch together, picking out a movie to watch, the dim lights casting a soft glow around the apartment.

“do you wanna open your present now?” he asks when the screen turns black and the credits slowly roll past.

“seok, you have to wait until christmas! we can’t open all our presents tonight!” you giggle, and he pouts.

“please?” he says, looking up at you with those big, pleading eyes you adore so much. 

“fine,” you concede. “but only one! or else we won’t have anything to open in the morning.”

he grins and gets down on the floor beside the couch, crawling over to the tree to grab a small wrapped box nestled into the bottom branches. he comes back over and sits at the base of the couch, putting one knee up as he hands you the box.

he grins up at you as you tear open the wrapping paper, revealing the soft velvet jewelry box.

you look down at him, and he nods eagerly, motioning for you to open it. you hesitate. it definitely looks expensive, way more than you would’ve wanted him to spend on you. but you did pay almost $300 renting the place for his gift, so you write it off as being even.

you delicately pry the box open with your fingernail, revealing a breathtaking ring absolutely covered in diamonds and intricate silver gilding. it gleams even in the low light, sitting in its little velvet box, staring up at you.

you gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth. “seokmin, what the fuck is this!?”

his smile instantly drops, the color draining from his cheeks. “do you not like it? i can probably still return it, i have the receipt–”

“no!” you shout, and he jumps, eyes wide. “no,” you repeat, calmer this time. “no, i love it. it’s gorgeous. i just– i thought we were doing… small presents first?” you stutter, still in shock at the beautiful piece of jewelry in your shaking hands.

he blushes. “i… wanted you to wear it now,” he murmurs.

you study him, and suddenly you realize he’s still down on the carpet on one knee. and everything finally clicks.

you scream as you jump up from the couch. “seokmin, you’re not proposing, are you?” you gasp.

“no?” he stammers, confused why you’d think he is, before realizing himself that he looks… well, he definitely looks like he’s proposing.

he hurriedly puts his knee down, sitting flat on the carpet. “i’m not! i’m not. this is just a really nice ring, i swear,” he rushes to explain. “at least, not yet,” he mumbles under his breath, but you don’t hear him. you’re still focused on the fact that there’s more diamonds in this ring than you can count on one hand.

you’re still standing in front of him, mouth hanging open, and he’s starting to get worried because you haven’t said a word in a few minutes. “do you want me to propose?” he asks hesitantly. because, screw it, he’s already got the nice ring; if you’re ready, then he’s ready, might as well—

“no! i mean, yes, i do, i really do, but not right now, i…” you trail off, not sure how to continue.

the room is silent, both of you staring at each other. after a minute he stands up, taking his seat back on the couch. “oh no,” he says, finally breaking the silence with a groan. “i ruined this, didn’t i?”

“no,” you sigh, having recovered enough from the shock to sit next to him again. “no, of course not. i’m just… surprised. i wasn’t expecting this. it must’ve cost a fortune.”

“it’s rude to ask someone the price of a gift, you know,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“trust me, i’m not asking,” you laugh. “i don’t even wanna know.”

“can… can i put it on you?” he asks, his voice getting soft again.

you look at him, and then at the glittering diamond ring in his hand, and you can’t not accept it. you nod, letting out a quiet “mhm” in agreement.

your eyes start to water as he slides it onto your finger, and he looks up worriedly when you sniffle. “it’s so pretty, oh my god,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“please don’t cry,” he says softly, and he looks so upset that you have to reassure him you’re not mad and you just really, really like your gift. 

you admire how it looks on your finger for a second before you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around him.

“i love it, baby,” you murmur. “you really didn’t have to do this.”

he hums. “but i wanted to. i wanted to show you how much i love you.”

tears well up in your eyes again, and you bury your face in his neck to hide them. “you already show me. every single day.”

he sighs, a happy sigh, relaxing into your arms. “i’m glad you like it.”

you stay like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth on the couch, peacefully enjoying everything. the scent of his cologne wafts around you, a comforting, familiar smell, and the colorful lights of the christmas tree shine softly in the background. you wouldn’t want to spend christmas anywhere else.

you pull away a little, breaking the silence with a short laugh. “mine’s gonna look so stupid compared to yours,” you pout as you snuggle into his side, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“are you gonna make me wait until tomorrow to open it?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“no,” you sigh. “it’s probably after midnight by now, anyway.” you lift yourself out of his arms, going back into his room to get his present from one of your bags.

it’s a lightweight little box, and you hand it down to him. the gift itself isn’t big in size, but you know he likes taking the wrapping off, so you put it in a box and wrapped it for him.

he waits for you to come sit beside him again, and he opens it, carefully tearing the red and green paper with a grin on his face.

he opens the box, revealing a small piece of paper. he looks back at you. “baby? what’s this?”

your cheeks heat up as you begin to explain, suddenly feeling shy about your gift. “well, i… i rented out the movie theater we went to on our first date, and i thought it would be fun to, just… spend the day there, i don’t know.” you trail off, looking down at your hands, until seokmin takes them in his own.

when you look back up at him, his smile is so wide, it almost looks like it hurts. “i love it,” he beams, his voice breaking a little. “that’s so thoughtful, honey. i really love it.”

he leans forward to squeeze you in a hug, and you can’t help but smile, too.

“this is the best christmas ever,” he sighs into your neck, holding you tightly against him. “love you so much.”

he sits back, pulling you onto his lap facing him. “do you know where i got the ring from?” he asks suddenly, locking his hands behind your lower back.

you look at him. “um, kay? it says it on the box.”

he grins. “and?”

you frown in confusion. “and… what?”

the tips of his ears turn pink. “y’know, their slogan? ‘every kiss begins with kay’? from the commercials?”

you blink at him.

he groans, rolling his head back. “can i just kiss you now, please?”

you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “fine.”

and just as he’s about to, his pocket vibrates, and he pulls out his phone.

“my… boss?” he says, confused, showing you the screen.

you whine, resting your chin on his shoulder. “what does he want that can’t wait? it’s one in the morning on christmas eve– well, technically christmas morning, now.”

he looks at you with pleading eyes, and you sigh. “you can answer it. quickly, though, please?”

he presses a kiss to your cheek in thanks before sliding the button to accept the call, holding the phone up to his other ear. “hello?”

you can’t hear what’s being said on the other line, so you close your eyes, worn out from the night’s big surprises. you have a lot to do tomorrow—today—and you’ll need sleep if you want to spend the whole day with him like you want to.

seokmin sits up suddenly, startling you. you lean back, looking at him, wordlessly asking if something’s wrong. but he’s beaming, his smile so bright you’d think he’d just been told he won the lottery, and you crease your eyebrows in confusion.

he stays on the phone for another minute, listening intently. “thank you so much. merry christmas,” he says finally, then hangs up, tossing his phone to the other end of the couch.

“what? what is it?” you ask, still concerned despite his giddy expression.

he settles back, his hands sliding to your waist and holding you up on his lap. “i just got some news,” he says, and you know he’s being vague on purpose to draw out the suspense.

you pout. “well, are you gonna tell me, or not!”

he giggles, unable to hold it back any longer. “i got the promotion!” he yells.

your mouth falls open. “what promotion?” you ask, tentative.

“i didn’t wanna say anything unless i was sure, but there’s been a position available at the company, and they wanted to hire someone from within,” he says excitedly. “it wasn’t guaranteed that i’d get it, but i did! i got the promotion!”

“aw, seok! i’m so proud of you, baby,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him.

he pulls away after a second, and you look at him expectantly. “i have more news,” he says with a grin.

“and?”

“and… it comes with a big raise, so we’ll finally be able to afford a place together,” he beams, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, and feel your eyes well up with tears, spilling down your cheeks.

he calls your name softly, and you look up at him. “are you… what do you think?” he asks, his big eyes searching your watery ones.

“i– i’m just so happy,” you stammer, leaning down to hug him again. “i love you so much. this is more than i could’ve ever asked for.” you bury your face in his neck, letting your tears of joy fall onto his sweater.

“merry christmas, honey.”

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[wisteriasymphony]

Pulcinelle - Negotiation

The gaggle of kwamis stared blankly at Aurele as he spun around in his chair. Sitting on his desk was, unfortunately, the best he would be able to work with since he had no genuine miracle box—Just a plain jewelry box bought from the store. 

Sublimation: Banish. I grant myself the ability to return any object to its universe of origin. 

With that, his old Rooster Miraculous was safe where he’d found it, and he’d tied up all his loose ends. Other than the broken anklet, but he was currently stitching the frayed ends back together anyways. 

“You know, if I wanted to be stared at and judged for half an hour, I would’ve signed up for rehab,” he quipped, keeping his own gaze on the anklet. “I did you all a service, really.” 

“What you should be doing is returning us to our guardian,” the turtle frowned.

“Absolutely not.” 

Now it was the tiger's turn to speak. "Why not?” 

“I don’t want to,” Aurele responded, enunciating every word. “If I wanted to just let Ladybug have her victory, I wouldn’t’ve shown up in the first place.” 

“That’s awful!" the bee piped up. "You’re awful!” 

Aurele sneered. “What’s so wrong with a man causing hell as a hobby?” 

The kwamis met him with a flurry of scowls. No matter—Aurele set down the mended anklet in its designated tray. He pulled out his old laptop (old by this time’s standard, that is, not his own) and a pad of paper. 

“Alright, I’ll need you to list off your foods of preference,” he sighed. “As long as it’s nothing with a particularly horrendous smell, I should be fine with procuring it.” 

The first to concede was the mouse, pushing past her fellow kwami to place her forepaws on the top of the notepad. 

“Emmental, please?” 

“Emmental… You’re one of the pendants, correct? What’s your name?” 

“Mullo.” 

And so, Aurele wrote: Mullo, Emmental, Pendant, letting a golden pen glide over the thin yellow paper. It was only a matter of time before more of them spoke up, gathering around to rest on his shoulders or lay on the desk beside his computer. Aurele wondered for a moment if the previous guardian had ever felt this way, this warm feeling of being surrounded on all ends by clamoring pixies, and if that was why the one he knew best had been so stingy when it came to sharing kwamis with others. 

“Alright, let’s review: Green tea for for Wayzz, gummy worms for Sass, bananas and apples for Xuppu and Kaalki… Oh, damnit.” Aurele slipped the ring off his thumb, sending Orikko flying into the laptop screen.

“Watch it!” 

“My apologies, Orikko. Do you still like sunflower seeds?” 

The rooster huffed, brushing himself off with his feathered paws. “Why are you even bothering with feeding us, anyways?” He asked. “We can just use your energy.” 

“Because I want to? Besides, the less energy I’m sapped of the better, but if you’re fine with nothing then—“ 

“Corn. Anything with corn.” 

Aurele’s lips thinned in response, but he added to the list regardless. The other kwamis varied between acting embarrassed or ignoring their feathered colleague’s annoyance, still continuing to crowd around Aurele as he counted each dot on his shopping list. Aurele himself wasn’t a stranger to Orikko’s temper, given how he had briefly used his own world’s Rooster Miraculous for some time before swapping over. It was a simple issue of Aurele being rather ambitious with Sublimation, often giving the kwami little time to rest. He’d make sure to be better about that, now that Aurele had fourteen others to care for. 

…After tonight, that is. There was one thing he needed to do still. 

Sublimation: Graphomancy. I grant myself the power to alter the perception of history in accordance with what I write, in the confines of a single page of a digital encyclopedia. 

Was it dumb to make himself a Wikipedia page? …Yes. But every Graham de Vanily had one, and if he wanted to alleviate possible suspicion, Aurele needed to fit in. 

“Would cornbread work for you, Orikko?” He asked, already letting his fingers fly across the keyboard to write down what he had planned for this identity of his. “I’ll learn how to make it myself, just for you.” 

Orikko was back in the ring, but Aurele had the feeling the little rooster was rolling his eyes at him. 

“Look, I know you’re not a huge fan of me, but I really think we got off on the wrong foot in the last universe. I’m not a stranger to uncooperative kwami—Hell, you know who I used to work with and how that went—but I’m really hoping our relationship can be a good one.” Aurele stopped typing for a minute, before adding “Do you think ‘Aurele Lucius Florian Graham de Vanily Fathom’ is too over the top?” 

Naturally, Orikko declined to respond. All of the others were fast asleep in the pro tempore miracle box, so they weren’t much help either. If there was anything good about his previous kwami, it was that he had gotten used to Aurele’s bullshit. If Aurele hadn’t renounced him before even thinking of going for the Rooster Miraculous, maybe he wouldn’t taken both along with him instead to cause some real havoc. 

...Of course it was only now of all times, with fifteen stolen miraculi in his possession and stuck in a world he wasn’t born into, that Aurele was having doubts. He’d never be able to keep up the act, Felix would rat him out immediately, and in the wrong circumstances Aurele could even get himself killed. Just like every choice he’d ever made in his life, it was stupid and vain and destructive. 

But it was still a choice, at the very least.

The page would go up later that night, and it would say that Aurele Graham de Vanily (/ɔ.ʁe.l ɡræm də ˈvænɪli/) was born on the Ides of March of 1995, and after graduating secondary school at the age of sixteen, he had been studying at the Université Libre de Bruxelles. And, for what it was worth… nobody would suspect a thing. 

Aurele removed the ring, setting Orikko down in the last open tray in the box. 

“You can think about it while you sleep, Orikko. I’ll get you something in the morning. Corn flakes, corn syrup, whatever you’d like. If I want to do one thing right,” he sighs, “It’s feeding you all on more than gruel and insults. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.”

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[minmin-vs-physics]

Hey! I’m gonna be a physics major next year, and I was wondering if the Mac and iPad combo have worked well for you, or if there’s something else you recommend tech wise?

short answer: yes.

but, im gonna use this has an opportunity to yap about my current study set up. this goes without saying, but what worked for me may not work for you, and my set up evolved over the years as i found what was best for me.

i use an iPad for lecture notes and homework. i think its the most organized you can get them to be without straight up LaTeXing the shit out of them (and i know people who do exactly that, more power to them)

i just write faster than i type, and an ipad allows me to copy paste equations and add photos and stuff which is helpful for diagrams. i use goodnotes 5, and i will sing its praises till the end of time.

i think it pays to develop a clear style for your homework and lecture notes, bc your work will be easier to navigate. here's an example of my lecture notes and my homework.

[hehe general relativity moment]

HOWEVER, you will mostly be having paper exams as a physics student so i recommend you don't get too reliant on your iPad. i tend to do all my studying in notebooks, or loose sheets that i can refer to. practice problems are always on paper.

[stat mech studying i did last week]

i started using legal pads for this from the end of junior year bc they're so convenient! im also incentivized by the stock our dept keeps in the mail room.

i have to do a lot of calculations for research and i prefer to do them on paper or a blackboard if it's something im reasoning out. idk it's so much easier to be stupid on paper than on goodnotes. ofc my research log is kept digitally, but i keep a binder with all my old calculations (both correct, and incorrect) along with my main reference papers.

[i was flipping through this just now and realised how much bs is in it.]

LaTeX is a good skill to have which i didn't realise until too late. if you have to write any paper that's remotely scientific, LaTeX is the way to go. none of that google docs bs.

i use both vscode and Overleaf for editing. i mainly just LaTeX my finalized research calculations into one big doc. it's much easier to show my advisor. also it looks cool.

i got a monitor when my laptop screen broke sophomore spring (something inside me broke as well that semester it was so fun). and if you have the option, i would totally recommend getting one. it's useful having a second/bigger screen.

i use mine for a bunch of things: coding, reading textbooks, genshin impact, Netflix, grading.

on the topic of textbooks, i use digital bc im cheap. but i do buy secondhand physical copies that i rarely reference, but keep around bc it doesn't hurt to start your hypothetical professor office bookshelf early. i only buy the ones i actually respect, like Peskin's Intro to QFT. but the digital copies are usually much handier. i keep an extensive digital collection of books and papers i might never need.

don't be like me keep your digital library more organized!

and yeah circling back to electronics! i use a Macbook Pro rn which has served me well. i guess things are different if you need to run solidworks or other specialized software, but you can always use the lab computers, so that was never a problem. i have an apple ecosystem bc im a slut for capitalism.. i mean i was already halfway there and now im just really used to it, so i like all my devices being friends with each other. my tip is always get more RAM than you thought you needed, and double the storage. but maybe that's bc im mean to my laptop and love hoarding files.

i also keep all my previous notes and printouts so may be i have an academic hoarding problem in general.

in the end, a mix of old school and new age technology bs works best for me!

thank you for your question! i hope this helps :)

[ladykagewaki]

Attempt #2 of digital art. I am learning a good deal each time, and learning where my gaps are. It feels very different from drawing with pencil. Right now it is more work than relaxation, but I like how focused I have to get. Using pencil is a lot more pouring out feelings. I won't be abandoning my sketchbooks or pencils any time soon. I am going to learn about how to stablize my lines, work more on separating my layers, and long term maybe I will tackle shading. Thank goodness my art style is so simple and silly. This is a lot of work haha!

Thank you all for your kind comments, advice, and encouragement! @zaya-mo @chrissywakingup @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @aintinacage @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian

@autistic-artistech @freesia-writes - I haven't been using my drawing pad. My laptop died and I ended up getting one with a touch screen. So I am using a stylus on my laptop in tablet mode.

[kywaslost]

Hi! Can I have a platonic head cannon of Hawks discovering the reader's secret talent at art when she's gone on patrol he finds her sketchbook and sees the amazing artwork she's done?

Artist’s Talent - Hawks

A/N: Hello love! So sorry it took so long to get this finished! Christmas and New Years had me traveling between family and friends, and then I got super sick a few days ago and haven’t fully recovered. The only reason I’ve been able to pick up writing again is because I’m back at school lol. Anyway, I hope this turned out alright!

Hawks tries his hardest to make you feel comfortable sharing your interest and hobbies around him

He knew the Commission never allowed their ‘subjects’ to have interests, and seeing as you were raised by them until he managed to get you out of there, he understood your hesitation

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try to get to know you a bit better

You had beaten Hawks to the agency one day, heading straight there after school

You had down time between getting to the agency and going out on patrol, which gave you time to do whatever you wanted

Your mistake, however, was not putting away everything before you left patrol

You had left before Hawks had gotten to the agency, but he thought you were still there so he went to your office to say hi

Except you weren’t there

He didn’t mean to snoop through your things but he couldn’t help it when he saw an open sketchbook sitting on your desk, hidden under your closed laptop

When he moved your computer, his heart swelled

You were drawing a picture of you and him, one he had taken while you were asleep in his lap after one of your nightmares just a few weeks ago

But what surprised him the most was how well drawn it was so far!

Hawks flipped back a page, and then another, and then another

There were so many drawings!

There were pictures of him, some of him, you, and Tokoyami on patrol, and random drawings of characters he’s seen you watch on TV

This man definitely took a few pictures to show to his few friends

Doesn’t confront you about it so hopefully you’ll come to him in your own time

When you do, he’s so incredibly proud of you

He’ll have you sit down and show him all of your artwork, praising you for every drawing you show him

He loves when you come running up to him with your sketchbook in hand

Keigo buys you a digital drawing pad for you and has you send him all of your digital art

[titanslayyyer]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS. Jean Kirstein. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — TRUTH OR DARE

WARNING: Slight NSFW ahead. CNC drinking games with 18+ themes.

chapter one: https://www.tumblr.com/titanslayyyer/754646739748896768/nights-like-this-jean-kirstein?source=share

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The next couple of days went by smoothly, consisting of beach picnics, blunt rotations on your deck and target runs to spend money on essentials for your house and of course the little things that are 100% unnecessary. It’s now Wednesday, and you found yourself fiddling with the strings of your acoustic guitar to escape. 

Your hands are relatively soft, but the pads of your fingers on your left hand are hardened and calloused from hours of playing through sleepless nights.

Heavy strings vibrate under your digits as you pluck and handle the strings, humming incoherent and  improvised lyrics under your breath. 

You’ve been writing music nonstop, trying to perfect one little song that you wrote whilst crying your eyes out in the middle of your childhood bedroom. 

The loss of your sister is worn on the wrist that forms chords on each fret—-  sunken, familiar. . they don’t hurt as much as they used to. Your wrist that tells your fingers to finger the strings ache, wearing your latest heartbreak up your wrist and into your blood, most painful when touched. 

You rest your chin on the upper body of your guitar and bite the interior of your cheek, tapping your foot against the hardwood floor. 

There were still a couple of hours before you would leave for Zeke’s, so you drag yourself across the room and set your six string on it’s folding stand and move to search through your heaps of clothes for something more socially acceptable regarding Isla Vista’s standards.

You leave your room and announce your departure, saying your quick goodbye to Mikasa who was sat at the kitchen counter having a snack. Historia was probably with Ymir. 

Passing the living room, you spot Sasha asleep on the couch bundled up in a thick knit blanket with the walking dead playing at a low volume from the tv.

You laugh at her on your way out the door and step off the front stoop, sticking your airpods into your ears and opening up spotify. You press shuffle on Feeble Little Horses’ profile, and begin to make your 20 minute walk to the campus store where your textbooks and other supplies should have been delivered. 

Once you arrive, you’re thankful to be out of the heat and enter into a cool, air conditioned building that smelled of new carpeting.

The campus store is huge, and pretty busy at this time of day with a handful of students grabbing their last minute supplies before their first day of classes in two days.

You find yourself wandering the different sections of the store, eyes taking in all of the college apparel, rows of stickers and graduation cards, and tapestries of your mascot. 

Walking up to the front cash register, a girl around your age works intensely on her laptop. She has short, wavy blonde hair that would stick out in any crowd. Her head bobs up at the immediate sight of you, and she pushed her device to the side. “Hi! How can I help you?” 

“I’m here to pick up my textbooks and labcoat. I got a text yesterday that they were here.” You say, pressing your thumbs together, and giving her  your name. 

She had a familiar look to you, but you figured that you’ve just seen her some random day while riding your bike to and from classes. Could someone even remember somebody like that?

“Okay! Let me go grab them! I remember seeing your name.” She says, bouncing away. In a moment she returns, placing your textbooks down on the counter with a ‘thump’ and putting your neatly folded labcoat on top of it. “Is that it?” 

“It should be. Thank you so much.” You smile, pulling your backpack off of your shoulder and lifting your supplies into it neatly. The weight might kill you on your walk back home. 

“No problem, really.” She chirps happily, squinting at you a bit. “Y’know, I recognize you from somewhere I just can’t put my finger on it.” 

You laugh softly. “God, that’s exactly what I was gonna say!” 

“Hmm.” She ponders for a moment. “Whats your Instagram?” 

You voice over your handle, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your shorts and opening up the app to see your newest follow request: bitchyhitchy. “Are you Cassies sister?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Your stomach sank a bit, even though you knew it was coming. 

‘Sorry I didn’t mean to. . rehash. Lilley is my older sister, they were like, best friends.” She says. “I’m Hitch, by the way. It’s great to finally meet you!” 

A smile formed on your face. You can briefly remember their relationship, seeing photos of Cassie and Lilley on nearly every post and every snap she sent you. “I’m y/n It’s really nice to meet you too. Oh- and do you know Annie Leonhart by chance?”

“Mhm! I don’t always see a smile on that girl but she’s great. We aren’t all that close but it’s whatevs.” Hitch laughs, leaning onto the counter. “I recognize you from her instagram, too.” 

“I do too.” You chortle, putting your phone away while thinking back to any of Annie’s stories since she doesn’t post. “She really is nice, just quiet but we don’t mind.”

“You’re a marine biology major, right? I noticed your textbook.” She says, pointing down to your backpack next to you on the floor. “I was going to do that but I switched to chemical biology.” She’s definitely a conversationist, finding something new to latch onto whenever she could. . . but it didn’t matter to you because you quite literally had nowhere to go and nothing to do until later.

“Thats awesome! And yeah. I’m super excited– I’ve been wanting to do this for almost my entire life.” You say, and she smiles. “I’m nervous for some of the biology stuff, though.” 

“Oh, don’t be! Professor Hange is the best here. She’s really cool, too and she does lots of extra credit assignments.” Hitch tells you. 

“Lord knows I’ll need that.” You say with a small sigh, looking back to the person behind you in line and bending down to pick up your backpack and lug it onto your shoulders. “I should get goin’. It was nice to meet you!” 

“Absolutely! You have my instagram, I’ll see you around.” She waves you goodbye, watching as you walk out of the campus store and begin your walk back home to drop off your newly acquired items. 

A vibration in your back pocket calls for your attention, and you pull your phone out to two new messages; one from Sasha in your house groupchat and another from Connie in your direct messages.

You select the notification and open it.

Sashaa <33 

chinese food for early dinner?? mama hungry

milkasa liked this message.

You giggle to yourself, typing back quickly.

Y/n

sounds dope but u cant get drunk on a full stomach :(

Sashaa <33

ujhjj thats what i said early dinner 

Historia Luv! 

sounds good to me ill be back from hanging with Ymir soon

:)))))))))))))

Sashaa <33

i love when we can all agree on something

ill order and we can ride to pick it up since mikasa

is at the gymmmmmm

you liked this message.

You exit out of the groupchat and save reading Connie’s message for later, shoving your phone back in its place and continuing your walk– making sure to put your airpods in so you don’t think too much about the heat and whatever bullshit your friend was usually spitting in a slew of back-to-back texts. 

Out of nowhere, a bicycle and a frame of long brunette hair rushes past you at an alarming speed, causing you to jump back and nearly stumble over yourself. 

“What the fuck, dude?!” You shout angrily as it comes back from down the road, and you notice the face thats sat on the bike. It’s Eren. 

“My bad, ma’am.” He grins, riding circles around you as you try to follow. “Did I scare you?” 

“Shut up.” You hiss, watching closely as his circle tightens so that you don’t actually get run over.

Eren kicks his foot out to stop his bike, gripping onto the handlebars. “Well that’s not very nice.”

“What’s not very nice is you almost killing me.” You tell him.

“You were in my way.” He says with a simple shrug, going back to pedaling rings around you. His speaker dangled from the stem, playing music by Frank Ocean just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Oh, was I?” You raise an eyebrow. “How did you know it was me, anyways?” 

“I didn’t. I just hoped it was.” He tells you.

You stifle a laugh. “That sounds about right. You seem to rely on hope a lot.” 

“I’m a hopeful man with a hopeful plan, Y/n.” Eren rhymes, and you cant help but to cringe. “I was hoping that you would be on your way home so I can offer you a ride.” 

“So, you followed me like a creep is what you’re saying.” You claim.

He shoots you an offended look, using the hair tie on his wrist to tie a section of his hair back into a loose bun.. “How could you speak so ill of me? I’m literally here so you can get home quicker.” 

“That’s still a little weird.” You snicker, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m not so sure if I want a ride now that you’re making yourself seem like a serial killer.” 

“Do you want to continue to walk and risk sunstroke, or what?” He says, cocking his head and standing on the pedals so that you could hop onto the seat of his bike.

“Shut up.” You say, throwing your leg over the seat and wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“That’s what I thought.” He hums, pedaling down the street. This easily turned your normally 20 minute walk into a quick 7 minute bike ride. The tank top he wears flutters a bit with the breeze, wisps of his hair escaping the bun.

As you passed one of your neighbors houses, you spotted Jean– completely shirtless and mowing a lawn while two girls watched him in complete and utter awe. 

The sun beats down onto him– his back, covered in a tattoo of two falcons, soaking in the rays and turning a noticeable tan. Beads of sweat dribble down his forehead and drip onto his chest.

If you weren’t already hot, you’d say you’d felt a heat wave the minute you laid eyes on him. 

You knew he was showing off, he always did. . . but when he looked like that you couldn’t complain. Eren simply scoffs under his breath, knowing damn well that he would do the same thing just for a little bit of pussy. 

You could feel Jeans eyes on you through the darkness of his aviators as you ride past, bending forward to pull the starter cord and get back to work. 

Tearing your eyes away from him once you get too far away to see, you turn your head back to the road ahead. 

After a little bit longer of listening to Erens music, he made a small circle in front of your home before extending the kickstand with his ankle and coming to a halt. 

“See, we made it.” He says.

“I’m surprised you didn’t crash out.” You tease him, dismounting the bike. 

You could no longer feel the warmth of his back, once radiating onto the front of your face since you were so close to him– tits pressed up against his back. 

“So am I, honestly. I need training wheels on this thang.” Eren says, pulling his phone out and pointing the front camera towards you. “Smile.” 

You flip the camera off, and he quickly sends the snap to Connie. “Get the fuck outta here, man. I’ll see you later.” You say, walking towards the front door.

He shouts after you, and you turn back. “Bring lots of alcohol!” 

“Tell that to Zeke!” You reply, watching as he laughs and pedals off towards his own place. 

Eren could be annoying sometimes, but you were glad that you had him in your life. If Sasha hadn’t known him and brought you to his party last year, you wouldn’t have made these years count.

Pushing open the door, you made a bee-line straight to your room. 

The house is completely silent now, and your open window allows in the sounds of seagulls and crashing waves. The built in air conditioning waves against your cheeks while you take your books out and put them on your desk– and your labcoat into your closet.

Walking over to your dresser, you pick out a cd and pop it into the player. . . pressing the play button and then throwing yourself onto your bed.

You hadn’t done that much walking since last year, and your legs were not used to it whatsoever. Hitting the gym was a great idea, but you already got your workout in. 

While laying in your bed, your mind wanders to the upcoming party. 

You hadn’t put yourself out there much since your freshman year, keeping yourself busy by spending time with your friends, working, and taking part in your own hobbies. The last time you did, over the summer, you ended up with the worst heartbreak you’ve experienced. 

There’s still a part of you that almost cries when the subject is touched, but you know you can’t help how head over heels you were for a stupid boy. 

You couldn’t even unsave the Spotify playlist he made you, despite the cover being replaced with a blank wall instead of you in his hat. 

Your eyes flicker to the picture of you and your sister on your nightstand, and a sigh falls from your lips.

Wherever Cassie was, she was probably shouting at you calling you a ‘dumbass bitch!’ hoping you would hear her and come to your senses. 

She would always make fun of your choice of men, and the last one was probably no different. She’d probably be even more upset if she saw the way you looked at Jean earlier today, when she’d be right next to you on the same boat.

Countless of times she told you– “dont fall for a man who doesn’t give a shit about you.” and countless of times you didn’t listen. 

This wasn’t one of those times, because you could care less about Jean and who he takes to bed with him every night.

—

7:30 came, and you and Historia are getting ready in your shared bathroom. “Summer Love” by Justin Timberlake plays on the speaker, Sasha and Mikasa sneaking in to steal products every now and then.

You’re dressed in light grey sweatpants, a tiny black top that could be classified as a bra and your tennis shoes. You didn’t want to be uncomfortable, but of course you needed to look good. 

“Where the fuuuck are my SHOES?” Sasha yells, speed-walking around the entire house and passing by your door around 50 times, all while you’re trying your best to stay focused. You’re drawing Historia’s eyeliner on as she had done for you, long and sharp. 

She knew it would be gone by the end of the night, but she still wanted to look good for Ymir who would also be attending the party, so you don’t blame her. 

“You guys ready?” Mikasa asks, popping her head into the bathroom and snapping her small blush container shut. 

“Yes ma’am.” You reply, shutting your eyeliner up and moving away from Historia to allow her to jump down from the counter.

Quickly, you run to your room and grab your purse you bring with you whenever you go out, especially to a party—- small enough to fit your phone, keys, and your thin wallet with your debit card and a little bit of cash. 

When everyone is situated, you shut off the lights to the house and the four of you women walk out to your jeep and get in. In the front seat, you throw one of your hoodies from the passenger seat all the way to the trunk without fail and start up the engine with a sputter then a pretty purr. 

You turn on the radio and roll all the windows down, pulling out of your driveway and riding down the street.

The house is an unfortunate 20 minutes away from campus, but with the amount of bodies that are there on your snapmap, you knew nobody minded.

This was thanks to the sophisticated DD role someone in a friend group took on (for the most part.)

Zeke’s street is dimly lit by scattered lamp posts and his home is quite luxurious, hidden in the forest-y hills of Santa Barbara. 

Cars are parked all around his governors driveway, Zeke’s white porsche among them with a group of kids sitting on the hood– one of two of his vehicles. 

College students of all ages file in and out of the house, chatting near the door sipping liquid from red solo cups. 

You let the girls get out of the car while you found a place to park a little bit down the road, since there was little to no room anywhere near everybody else. 

You can hear the loud music playing from inside the house as you walk back, passing by a group of senior basketball boys who look you up and down. 

The minute you stepped foot through the front door, strong smells of marijuana and alcohol fill your nose and overstimulate your senses. There are people all over the house as per usual, a significant amount packed into the living room and kitchen.

Handfuls of familiar faces are among you as well as the ones you’ve never seen in your life as you walked through the house to locate your friends, mind swimming through thick waves on anticipation.

“Yo, Y/n! Over here.” You hear somebody call your name, and see Reiner, a couple of feet away with Armin and Bertholdt. Annie sits below them, sat on the hearth of the fireplace and taking a long hit of her elfbar without another care in the world. 

You walk over, receiving your fair share of dap-ups, while Bert gives you a friendly hello. “Whats up, Rei. I haven’t seen you around much.” 

He laughs. “Work ‘nd gym.” He says simply, taking a sip of his Smirnoff– poured into a cup rather than drinking straight from the bottle, which he’s done shamelessly. 

“It’s like he doesn’t know anything else.” Annie smirks.

“Can a man not enjoy the grind?” He asks, and Armin looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

Bert chimes in. “We aren’t saying that, we’re just saying that you’re gonna be real upset when you injure your tendon.” 

“I’m not gonna fuck up a tendon.” Reiner scoffs, opening up his phone.

“Go ahead and keep believin’ that, bud.” Armin sneers.

“Do you think he even knows what that is?” Annie whispers with a small laugh, nudging you with the side of her elbow. . . a valid question. 

“Absolutely not.” You chuckle, shaking your head and motioning for her to pass the vape to you– which she hands you nonchalantly.

You hum, taking a hit of the strawberry-banana disposable and turning your head to exhale the smoke before handing it back to Annie below you. 

“Where’s Zeke tonight, ay?” You ask, looking around the crowded house with zero view of the bearded man anywhere. 

“You know him– always on the move.” Bertholdt says, rolling his eyes. He towers over all of you guys quite scarily– wearing a size 14 shoe, the largest on the basketball team and probably one of the most skilled.

Zeke, on the other hand, was truly a character. He has a life that even Eren knows little about, but chooses not to question him. 

Needless to say, he’s a very private man.

When he’s not in Santa Barbara and giving up his house to rowdy teenagers, he’s cruising down the coast on the way to another business trip. 

“As always.” Armin hums, arms in their usual crossed position. 

There was a bit of senseless chatting between the five of you before your name is yelled by Sasha from across the room. She’s racing towards you, giving you no time to react when she clashes into your side and pulls you away from your conversation without saying a single word. 

Sasha speaks sincerely, putting both of her hands onto your shoulders and holding them firmly. “Y/n, I just met the most amazing guy. I think he’s my soulmate. You HAVE to meet him.” 

“Oh, yeah, y/n, where have you been? Would you like a drink?” You tease, and she shakes her head.

“Sorry, I love you! I’m a lil’ bit excited.” She says, pulling you to her side as she begins walking out of the living room.

You smile, throwing your arm around her shoulder and looking to her. “I can tell. So, whose this soulmate?” 

“His name is Niccolo and he’s a fuckin’ Greek God, bro.” She says a bit quietly as you went through the open glass doors and into the large backyard. 

“Okay, then.” You reply a bit curiously. 

There’s a small patio with a seating area and a grill, decorated with an array of native plants. 

A large pool with a built in hottub sits right in the center, the back wall overlooking the brief wilderness surrounding his house and almost all of Santa Barbara from Goleta down to the Mesa. 

A blanket of the deepest blue covers the sky now, scattered stars twinkling when you look up. 

When you turn the corner, there’s a group of guys and girls sat in wicker chairs around a firepit and you know almost immediately which one is him.

“Niccolo! This is my best friend, Y/n.” Sasha says happily, and he stands up so she can speak into his ear. “She’s the one who makes killer margaritas.” 

“Better than me?” He chuckles, extending a hand for you to take– which you do. “I’m not sure about that.”

“Better than you, at least.” You wink, looking over to Sasha who beams besides him. 

He has wavy blonde hair that falls a bit messily onto his forehead, and a light sunburn that brushes the tips of his cheeks from being in the sun too long. 

Niccolos’ arms are tanned and toned, he sports a UCSB Gauchos swim team shirt and a dogtag hanging round his neck.

You could see why Sasha had fallen head-over-heels so quickly, though she seemed to be crushing on a new guy nearly everyday– whether he’s located right here in Santa Barbara and she spotted him riding his bike down the street, or a man she found from Europe on Tinder. 

Despite this, Sasha wouldn’t dare be caught dead as a hopeless romantic. You’ll find her chasing a party bus, but never a man who isn’t worth her time. 

In this case? You weren’t sure what to expect. 

Sometimes she’s too friendly.

“Can i get you two drinks?” Niccoloo asks, clasping his hands together behind his back. 

“God, yes.” Sasha groans, hooking onto his arm. “You comin’, Y/n?” 

“Absolutely.” You say, following the two of them as they walk. 

He escorts her as if she were a princess, and she can’t help but look back at you and mouth ‘oh my god!’ You laugh under your breath, sneaking through packed-together bodies on your way back to the kitchen where less people are all mashed together. 

There are bottles of all sorts spread across the kitchen counter, as well as stacks of multicolored solo cups and a bowl of spiked punch in the corner. 

Boxes of different canned liquors are shoved into the trashcan, and party shooters lined up neatly.

If you were being honest, the Jaegers’ have really outdone themselves this time. 

You pour yourself a cup of Malibu Rum Pink Lemonade while Sasha and Niccolo talk away besides you, somehow finding something to yap about every four and a half minutes with you chiming in whenever you could. 

Your phone suddenly vibrated in your pocket, and you lower your cup from your lips to see who it was from. 

1 new message from Eren

You tap on the notification and type in your passcode, looking at the quickly sent message.

Eren

beer pong ur on my team hurry 

sent with echo

You tap Sasha on the shoulder, and she turns to look at you– staring at the text as you show her. She smirks. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Lets go, then.” You say, pressing and hold the text to like it before shoving the phone back into your pocket and dragging Sasha with you– Niccolo close behind. 

You and Sasha quickly squeeze through people at a small jog to get outside where a small crowd has gathered to watch beer pong, set up on the lawn on top of an old surfboard of Zeke’s. Connie is sat a little further back between the two of them to spectate the match on a barstool to play the role of a referee with Armin at his side. 

Eren stands at one end dripping wet, pouring bud light into each of the 16 cups on his side. He spots you, and motions you over. “There you are.”

“You think I’m gonna miss this?” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs.

“I know you too well.” He says with a grin. 

You had played with and against each other at about 20 different beer pong matches last year, not once passing up on the opportunity you favored over any other. 

“Sasha, you wanna be on our team?” You ask, and she nods excitedly.

“Uhm, duh.” She says, walking over to you two. “Niccolo, what about you?” 

“I’ll just watch.” He says, putting his hand on her shoulder as he passes by to go stand near Connie.. 

Armin quickly jumps in, shouting to be heard and fist-bumping Eren. “I’m playing!” 

The pair of them were school-wide beer pong champions, and were currently on the longest winning streak that anyone at UCSB had ever seen. This has gone so far that they were even gifted 3d printed medals for the “tournament” last May. 

Across the surfboard, Jean Kirstein of all people stands with a sneer on his face, tossing a ping pong ball from one hand to another. He keeps his eyes on you just like he did earlier today while mowing the lawn. 

You hadn’t even seen him around the house, and you know damn well you would’ve noticed that face. 

“Let’s get this shit started, shall we?” Connie announces loudly, gaining everybodys attention from your teams to the small crowd of spectators. “Ahem. Team one lead by Eren is Armin, Y/n and Sasha. . . Team two, lead by Jean, is Historia, Reiner, and Mikasa.” 

He then goes on to explain the rules; each player on their team must take a shot until all cups are gone, ball goes in? cup is removed. If you miss you get a redemption throw and so on. 

“Can we get a move on?!” a voice yells, and Connie stands up to shout back profanities before sitting back down on his stool.

“Fuck you all. Here’s a quarter.” Connie says, digging through his back pocket and tossing the coin to Jean. 

“Remember! If you make a shot, you have to pick a truth or dare card for your opponent! They are not for the faint of heart! If you bitch, you have to suffer my choice of punishment.” Connie announces.

He holds up a stack of cards, a variety of truths and dares shuffled into the mix as Eren and Jean close in on each other and shake hands. 

“Where’ve you been, man? Dipping on your friends for some pussy?” Eren says harshly, playfully referencing to his absence at your recent get-togethers for a local hookup. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Jean says with a look of contempt, claiming heads.

“I just think there are some more important things.” Eren says with a shrug of his shoulders and claiming tails. In a moment, they flip. 

The quarter seems to turn in the air for hours, all eyes on the little piece of silver copper. 

The tension in the backyard is high, and all hearts seem to stop thumping as it falls in the palm of Eren’s hand. 

He slowly uncups his hand and reveals the quarter: tails facing the sky. 

“Thats too bad.” Eren pouts mockingly to Jean, flipping the coin on his thumb and catching it only to toss it to one of his friends standing nearby. 

Eren steps up to the board across from Mikasa who watches intensely.

He picks up a ping pong ball and eyes the cups in font of him, situating the tiny object between his ringed fingers. It takes him a moment, but soon enough the ball is tossed in an arc.

Mikasa’s grey eyes watch as it falls into one of her cups and spins around the sides. 

Shes quick to bend down and try to blow it out of the cup, but fails with a groan. 

Your team cheers, and he quickly makes his second throw which goes into one of the cups with ease.

Eren receiving a round of high fives as he steps over to Connie to pick out a card. He chooses one from the stack and reads it aloud. “Truth. What is the weirdest sexual request you’ve received?” 

Mikasa can’t help but giggle as she downs the first her drinks. “Any footjob request. Fuckin’ freaks.” She shares with you all, the sound of laughter slicing through the thick air. 

She moves to pick up her own ping pong ball, steadies her elbow and makes a quick and easy toss into your teams first cup, missing.

Her second turn was a success, bouncing off of the surfboard and into one of the cups closest to her.  Mikasa hits a quick victory pose and walks over to pick a shuffled card. 

“Truth. What is the most desperate thing you’ve done in order to get laid?” She reads, throwing her palm over her mouth, and Eren’s face goes blank. 

“Yo who chose this fuckin’ game.” Eren says as he drinks the contents of the cup. “I’m not answering that shit. Hell no.” 

“Are you bitching out, Jaeger?” Jean says with a smug look on his face.

“Fuck off.” Eren growls back. In his mind, the alcohol is worth bitching for a time like this.

“Are you gonna take a shot or have a random dare picked by me?” Connie asks him, shuffling through a couple of dare cards. 

“Get me another one.” He replies, watching the boy with the buzz-cut carefully. 

“‘Kay, then. Go ahead and unzip the pants of your co-player using your teeth for us, Eren.” He says, showing Eren the very real card.

“Oh, easy.” Eren says, walking over to Mikasa who can’t look at him without beginning to laugh, even as he gets down on his knees in front of her. 

“This is fuckin’ wild dude.” Mikasa laughs, holding her drink in the air as he hooks his teeth onto the zipper of her dark black cargo shorts and lowers himself to the grass.

Once Mikasa’s shorts are completely unzipped, Eren jumps up and receives a fist-bump from the woman. “I’ll give it to you because I could never.” 

“Thanks.” Eren says with a thumbs up. 

“Get it, I guess.” Historia says with a look of confusion, looking to Mikasa who walks back to her. 

Next up at the surfboard is Sasha versus Reiner.

“Ladies first.” Reiner says, allowing Sasha to make the first shot. She picks up the ping pong ball and checks her form before bouncing the ball off of the board and into a cup with a splash. 

“Fuck yeah!” You shout, and she turns to you to give you a harsh two-handed high-five. 

Reiner has a scowl on his face across the board as he drinks his first cup.

Sasha picks up her second ball and backs up a couple steps before easily throwing her arm forward and landing her ball in one of the cups as if it were nothing.

“Light work.” She says proudly, closing her eyes and tracing her hands over the cards before picking one– Dare. “Reiner, Finish your drink without using your hands.” 

“Shit.” Reiner says with a shrug, moving to pick his drink up using his teeth. He slowly tilts his head back, letting the beer throw down his throat with ease. He swallows hard and fast, hands firm on his hips. 

A couple people wolf whistle at him and cheer, and his drink is finished when he spits the cup out onto the ground and flexes his large biceps. 

“Damn, Reiner. What that mouth do?” Connie teases, plastic whistle inbetween his lips. “That’s 4 for Erens’ team, 1 for Jeans’ team. A little embarrassing if you ask me.” 

Reiner steps up to the board and scoops up the ball in his large hands. 

Behind him, Jean is eyeing down some girls who are dancing inside and paying little to no attention to what was happening in the game at the current moment. He’s practically eyefucking them. 

You roll your eyes and focus in on Reiner, who shoots a laser-shot. 

The ball bounces off of a couple of cup rims and Sasha is quick to finger it out of the cup and toss it back into the air and into yet another one of your opponents cups. Reiner exclaims. “The fuck?!” 

“Game is game, Reiner. Drink that hoe!” You shout to him. 

“She can’t do that!” He argues, looking to Connie. 

“Well, the rules don’t exactly say you can’t.” Connie says with furrowed brows, already looking up Sasha’s sneak attack on r/beerpong.  “Uhm. You get to go again regardless.” 

“Fuck you, that was fair.” Sasha huffs under her breath, moving back to watch Reiner re-take his shot. 

His arc is more smooth than the last, but bounces off a rim and onto the ground. “Hah!” Sasha exclaims, pointing fingers at him. 

Reiner shakes his head and moves back, look of defeat on his face. 

“I’m still gonna drink, though.” Sasha says happily, taking a long drink from her cup and handing it to Niccolo who holds it as if it were precious gold. 

“My turn.” You hum, sipping some of your rum and using your free hand to pick up the ball and adjust your elbow just behind the edge of the surface for a clean toss. 

Jean was now out of his trance, tongue in cheek while he watches you slowly lean your arm back and then flick it forward to make your shot. 

You had hit it with a fastball shot, but it hit the rim and bounced back onto the surface. You curse yourself. 

“Yikes.” Jean smirks, watching as you collect your next ball and prepare yourself– shooting him a glare in the meantime. You quickly take your chance to toss the ball into once of the center cups, beer splashing into other cups. 

“There we go!” Armin cheers, him and Sasha going in for high-fives. 

Across the surfboard, Jean picks up the full cup and drinks without saying another word. 

You bounce over to Connie to pick your card. “Dare. Take a body shot from your co-player, who will return the action. Others decide from where.” Reading this out loud physically hurt you, and you couldn’t help but cringe. 

With the help of spinthewheel.io on Connie’s phone and an array of body parts, the chest is chosen and you walk over to the bar to grap the salt, lime, bottle of tequila and shotglass.

“Fuck it.” Jean says simply, picking up the lime and squeezing the sticky juice down your sternum– efficiently shaking the salt onto the same spot before looking into your eyes. “Ready?” 

“Mhm.” You say sweetly, putting the thick lime inbetween your teeth ‘nd granting him access to your neck. 

He lowers his head below yours, pressing his tongue onto the soft skin and licking a slow strip upwards to taste all that he can. 

Jean doesn’t dare tear his eyes away from yours as he takes his shot of Tequila.

His eyes are soon to flutter shut as he leans into your lips to take suck and bite on the lime. . his own lips touch yours, the whole half of the lime in his mouth while he makes out with you for a brief moment before pulling away and spitting the lime onto the ground. He bites his lower lip and looks at you. “Your turn.” 

You hum in response, sticking the lime halfway out of your lips. You fill up your shotglass and glance up at Jean who watches you intently.

You take the lime and squeeze it upove his chest, watching the juice slide down his skin. You then pick up the salt and shake it onto the juice, diving in to lick a devious stripe up his upper body. 

The shot you take is bitter and leaves a taste in your mouth, but you still go ahead and take a bite of the lime– sucking on it for a moment before taking it and spitting it into the grass as he did. 

You look back to the surfboard and then to Jean, mocking him innocently. “Your turn.” 

“That was fuckin’ hot.” Sasha says to you quietly as you walk back to your side, and you chuckle. “Jean knows it.”

“He’s a manwhore.” You shrug, watching as Jean effortlessly makes a perfect first shot into one of your cups– his form is perfect and his back stays straight, not blinking once until his shot is overwith. 

His next is just as good, resulting in the removal of two cups of beer that you drink one after the other. 

“Too tipsy yet?” Jean teases you, picking out a card. 

You scoff. “Not enough to bitch out against you.” 

“I didn’t say you would.” He says, looking down at the text. “Stand against a wall and let a female co-player frisk you thoroughly.” 

The game went on for another 45 minutes, and your team was successful in the end, winning without a struggle. . . and shit had really gone down with the truth or dare cards. For now, you can say that Sasha and Reiner were the luckiest of the bunch

Once the game was over, another group of guys had taken over the surfboard and your group of friends scattered elsewhere, the lot of you filing into and filling the kitchen. 

As Jean implied earlier you’re now feeling the tipsiness. 

You currently found yourself listening to Sasha talk loudly to be heard against the counter where you only drank more with her, surrounded by friends and strangers.

Jean and Eren stand nearby snapping quick pictures and laughing with one another while cracking open two beers with an opener on Jean’s keychain. 

You had initially thought that he was goodlooking, but once you were up close and tasting him you knew that you thought correctly. 

Disregarding his attitude, he’s incredibly worth looking at and even better when he’s acknowledging youre there.

You had barely seen him around since saturday night when you first met him. When you friend group was altogether he would either stay and leave early or not show up at all, blaming it on work.

Connie had snitched to you that it was because some of the girls whose lawns he would mow would often invite him in to fuck around some, especially when their boyfriends weren’t around. 

There were little things you learned about him by talking to him yourself, and a few of the deeper things you knew of from talk through your group despite the fact it’s none of your business. 

Drinking your rum, you can’t help but watch Jean and Eren from afar as you’re supposed to be listening to Sasha– Erens eyes darting between you and Jean as he talks.

He says something to Jean that makes him turn his whole head towards you, and you quickly look away. 

Was he seriously just gonna namedrop like that? He couldn’t be. 

“Ever since Crow you’ve been like, boring.” Sasha says, and the use of that name alone brings you back to the present in an instant. 

“Huh?” You ask, grip on your cup tightening slightly at the mention of the ex. 

“Not boring, sorry. I’m just saying you’ve gotta push some personal boundaries if you wanna fall in love again.” She corrects herself, cocking her head to the side. 

“I’m not really looking for anything serious, and definitely not to fall in love.” You laugh softly. “Since when are you all about falling in love?” 

“I’m not. You just had it pretty rough and I don’t think you’ve been the same since.” She tells you.

“I guess.” You say. You definitely don’t feel the same since the breakup, but you were still confused on Sasha’s point. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She yawns. “We need to get you on some dick, that’s what i say.” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You laugh and so does she, leaning into you to rest her head on your shoulder. 

“What?! It’s nature’s medicine!” She giggles, and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t ever say that again.” You snicker, putting your hand over your mouth. 

“A one night stand is nature’s medicine, I’m tellin’ you babe.” Sasha stands her ground, bringing her cup to her lips and drinking. 

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug.

“Boooo.” Sasha groans. “Let’s go dance.” 

“That’s fine by me.” You say, allowing sasha to take your hand and guide you to the crowd. 

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Art Asks (geared towards digital artists) Saw a writing 'truth and dare' ask list doing the rounds and thought i'd make an artist one. Share to get asks, or go ahead and answer the whole list if you are in a sharing mood! 😎 When did you start drawing? 🍟 What is your personal favourite piece of yours? 💗 Which piece is your most popular with others? ✨Show us a drawing from your early days vs the most recent (comment on what you like about both, be kind to yourself!) 🎀 What style do you not currently do that you love and want to try? 🎨 What is an art style you love but will likely never do yourself? 🦊 what area of your current art style do you want to improve/work on the most? 👽 What area of your current art style do you think you have improved upon the most since starting? 🍜Are there any art guides/tutorials/books/vids that you found really helpful (share the links if possible!) 🥓Who are your favourite historical artists? 🍩 Who are your favourite contemporary artists? 👚Does your day job involve art at all? If you are not a career artist would you change to that career if you could? 🎇What physical equipment set up do you typically use to draw (e.g. pad/pc/laptop/graphics monitor/digital gloves/pencil 2/paper like overlays etc, give all those deets) 🎁Where and when do you usually draw? How long at a time? Is this ideal or would you change if you could? 🥩What software setup do you typically use to draw (graphics programs, editors etc) 🥘What equipment (hardware and software) do you currently not have that you wish you did/hope to get in the future? 👓Did one specific fandom/teacher/subject/art style draw you into creating your own art? (was there a 'spark' moment?) 😖You can only ever draw with traditional mediums or digital from now on: which do you pick? 🐔Which part of the creating process do you dislike the most? 🐷 Which part do you enjoy the most? 😵 How do you usually feel once you finish a project? And a few weeks later? 🚲 How do you usually feel when you publically share a project? What is your process there? 🎠What is a typical 'workflow' for a piece from idea to finished? 🛸 How many pieces are you typically working on simultanesouly at any time? 💥Lots of WIPs or small number of projects? 🎭What is the longest time you've spent on a single project? 👗When sharing online, which spaces do you enjoy sharing you art on the most and why? 🏋️‍♂️Which online spaces do you have the worst time sharing art? 🍌lots and lots of layers and overlay effects, or minimal layering? 🍤Shout out a handful of your favourite artists who have blogs you can @ and tell us why we should check them out

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what do you take notes on? which laptop, which writing pad and allat.

Also, don't you prefer raw handwritten notes over digital notes?

hi !! I kind of take notes on everything and my preference really depends on what the notes are being used for and where/when I’m writing them.

For digital notes, i use an iPad w/ the pencil on two separate apps: Goodnotes 5 and Microsoft One Note. I like using One Note for lecture notes because the infinite whiteboard-esque space helps me take notes faster, and I use Goodnotes for any homework assignments I can turn in online. This is my usual set up for days when I’m on campus because I commute and the lighter bag makes everything easier.

The laptop that I’m using now is a Lenovo Yoga 720, and it seems like it’s handling the software required for my engineering classes fine. I actually just got it not even a month ago as a gift from a relative who just graduated college, so I’m not too familiar with it yet, but it’s been working great so far! Notes-wise, I take notes for my programming and physics classes on notion. I usually take my physics notes on my iPad, but I’ve been strapped for time recently and it’s quicker to type them out rn than to write them. To insert equations from the book, I use the chrome extension Equatio, which allows me to capture the equations from my textbook and copy the LaTeX formatting quick.

I do hand write my notes on paper sometimes, but only for specific subjects or circumstances. When I’m not in a hurry and want to focus on really understanding the material well, like slightly before midterm or finals season, I’ll take paper notes for my stem classes. I also mainly use paper notes for my humanities courses because I do prefer the feeling of paper and I’m not usually rushing to get those notes done, but I don’t have any humanities courses this semester :[

So yeah sorry for the long wall of yap 😭😭 TLDR I like the feeling and structure of paper notes more but the convenience of quicker notes, easy graphs/diagrams, and the lasso tool has won me over in this busier-than-normal semester 😵‍💫

[veradragonjedi]

alright here i go

for the weird ask: 5, 11, 18, 20, 30, 33, 44, 55, 61, 69, 76, 83, 94, 98

(mwahahahaa)

omg

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Cans... that little *crrrk* *hissssss.......* augh!! And then you can crunch them when you're done. Marvellous. Thank you inventor of the aluminium can.

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day?

Salmon bagel :))

18. Ideal weather?

WARM! Let my bones rest 😭 warm very warm but with shade and cold drinks and all that jazz.

20. Preferred place to write?

My phooone. No laptop, though a note pad suffices if my phone is out of reach. All 300k words of bbb (that's plus unposted possible chapters) was done on my phone. with my fingers.

30. Places you find sacred?

THIS PLACE!

BIG tree! Hundreds of years old. Four swings hanging from the branches! Howw many people sat there? Carved their names into it to be immortalised, swung on those swings?? The energy there.

I'm not a religious person, but if I were, I'd worship the tree.

33. Most used phrase in your phone?

Augh this one's difficult because it implies I am conscious of what I put down but its probably omg

Like on its own. Or HELP that one's common.

44. Favourite scent for soap?

I bought @airlocksandaviaries some nice soap one time and bought myself some Lily-of-the-Valley soap. And I have Not used mine because I like the scent so much...

55. Favourite fairytale?

Always been a fan of the tragic ones. The ones that were originally deep and dark and nasty, before they became Disney-fied. The original Rapunzel was nice, not that I don't like the new one, but it was nice. The original message behild Little Red Riding Hood — a young girl flowering into womanhood who is approached by a strange older man who wants to make her his — has always fascinated me because !!! Argh beast metaphors and hunger and. Yeaaahhhh bbbcore..

61. Favourite flowers?

Orchids are nice. Tulips were for a while!

Recently I found THESE

Black petunias!! I tool them because they're JUST LIKE ME FR! And they smell awful, like burnt rubber and bleach, but I LOVE THEM!!!!!!

69. A Fun Fact that you don't know how you learned?

@chaetophractus-vellerosus — most doors are universally 6 foot 9 inches, so it's easy to guess someone's height based on whether they have to bend through a door. Finch, I asked my friend where we had found that out, and apparently I knew it Before we had used it to work out Drew Gooden's height. So. I actually dunno where the information came from.... got that doortism though.

76. Favourite potato food?

AAAUGGHGH POTATOEEESSSS!!!!!!!! I like fried potatoes, I had real patatas fritas like a month ago and almost died it was so tasty. I like all manner of potatoes though. Give me the potatoes...

83. Writing or Drawing?

Both? Both!! I absolutely adore putting my thoughts onto a canvas. Whether that be a digital one where I'm throwing notes at a wall and seeing what sticks or a physical one where I'm just figuring everything out by swiping paint on white paper.

94. Favourite season?

SUMMER! Ironic because in Britain we (used to...) don't get very hot summers. We're almost there folks!

98. Favourite historical era?

A question I'm not sure I know the answer to! Dropped history almost as soon as I started it, to take geography instead, so I'm gonna say the devonian era and be done with that:)) (that's when bony fish were evolved and doing their thing with no dinosaurs to tell them what not to do)

CHOCO. I LOVE YOUU !!!!!

[onceuponmmy]

Mother Day Ideas

Whether your mother is someone who likes the outdoors, or someone that enjoys doing things inside. You can't go wrong with anything bought or homemade...

Bookish

(reader/writer/linguist)

<Homemade>

Write her a Story

Homemade Bookmarks

Homemade Puzzles/Crosswords

Write a Poem/Haiku/Family Quote

<Bought>

Her Fave Books (Date with a Book) with Bookmarks

Personalised or Cute Stationery (Pens)

A new Journal/Scrapbook (With Stickers)

Book of Puzzles/Crosswords/Pattern Colouring

Foodie

(cook/baker/foodie)

<Homemade>

Make her Breakfast in Bed

Bake her something

Cook her something

Make or Personalise Apron or Utensils

<Bought>

Cooking Utensils/Equipment or Apron

Get her Fave Treats/Snacks

A selection of her Beverages (Hot or Cold)

Make up a Foodie Kit (Ice Cream Kit, Movie Munchies Kit, etc)

Outdoors

(gardener/active/animals)

<Homemade>

Plan a Day Out (Park, Beach, Gardens, Museum/Gallery, etc)

Grow A Plant/Tree

Make something from wood/glass (Jewellery/Trinket box, etc)

Take care of the Animals for the Day.

<Bought>

Choose a Cap/Hat/Sweatbands/an article of Active Wear

New or Personalised Water bottle/Exercise Equipment

Plant/Flowers/Gardening Tools

Handy Tools (Hammer, tool bag, etc)

Pet Accessories or Mementos (Mugs/Shirts/etc)

Creative

(artist/crafter/memento)

<Homemade>

Photography Projects (Digital Slideshow) Scrapbook

Make Cards/Paintings

Make Candles/Soaps/Bath Salts/Sugar Scrubs

Sewing/Knitting/Crochet (Scarf, Beanie, Slippers, Blanket)

<Bought>

Art Mediums (Paints & Brushes, Pencils, Clay, etc...)

Print Photography Portraits

Scrap-booking Supplies and Book

Sewing/Knitting/Crochet Equipment

Glamour

(fashionista/beauty/shopping)

<Homemade>

Give her a Home Spa Day (Massage, Facial, Pedi-Mani)

Homemade Jewellery (Necklaces, Bracelets, Earrings)

Paint her nail, Create Hairstyles

Have a Fashion Show Runway

Design a Fashion Line with things at Home

<Bought>

Self-Care/Skin Care Kits

Gift Cards/Vouchers

Fashion Accessories (Wallets, Purses, keychains, etc)

Shopping Trip; Choose a new Outfit

Beauty Supplies (Lip balm, Perfume, Make Up, etc)

Entertainment

(singer/dancer/play)

<Homemade>

Compose a Song

Perform a Play

Create Dance Routine

Make a Playlist/Mixed Tape or CD

Homemade Music Memorabilia Crafts

<Bought>

Music Memorabilia

Go to a Show/Orchestra/Play

Attend a Concert of Music Festival

Find Personalised Packaging

Technology

(gamer/computers/devices)

<Homemade>

Play a Game with Her

Design a Game Together

Create something from old Tech Equipment

Laptop Decals/Stickers to Decorate

Sewn Laptop Case

<Bought>

Choose Accessories (Earphones, Speakers, Charger, Bags, Chargers, etc)

Personalised items (Mouse pads, Pictures, etc)

Desk Decorations (LED Lights, etc)

Portable Chargers & Desk Lamps

Smart Devices (Watches, Lights, Alexa)

Chill

(cozy/relaxed/homely)

<Homemade>

Do her Jobs for the Day

Give her a shoulder robe

Movie/TV Series Day in

Junk Food Day

<Bought>

Slippers/Ugh-boots

Fluffy or Soft Blanket/Robe

Sleeping Mask

Massage Tools

Any Mother

(What to get if you're unsure) :

PLAN FOR THE DAY (Doesn't have to be everything, choose what you feel she would love to do)

BOUGHT (Can never go wrong with a custom gift basket)

Build a Gift Basket -

Basket/Gift Box

Treat/Snack/Drink

Self Care/Relaxation

Scented Goodie

"Mom" Goodie (Jewellery, Mug, Cozy things, Bookish...)

Fresh Flowers (Preferably Her Favourite)

Card/Poem/Haiku/Quote

MOTHERS DAY COUPONS (Just some options, or you can make them yourself in to a small booklet)

[mcrmadness]

HOW on earth do people draw digitally??? How do people get the software or drawing tablet to do that thing where it looks like it was drawn with an actual pen or brush, and how do they get the pressure to affect the strokes?

I don't have a proper drawing tablet/pad. I just have this older-than-jesus and cheaper-than-anything tablet that I'm surprise my laptop's Win10 eve agreed to recognize. I do not know if there ever was any kind of pressure recognition in that tablet, I think yes, but Photoshop and Illustrator sure don't know that.

I tried to draw something for a school project, both by drawing by hand digitally as well as creating vector art by using shapes, but I just can't do that now. Everything looked worse than the previous. I need a way to get shadows the way I want them to be but I don't know how to do that because the gradient tool is useless, I hate Adobe's softwares in general, and I can't achieve the shadows with the old-ass drawing tablet because it looks worse than if I drew all that with a mouse instead.

I even did a small writing test, because this drawing tablet SUCKS SO MUCH and writing with the mouse is much faster and clearer:

Yeah, the only downside was that if I just clicked to add a dot with the mouse, it didn't register it as a brush stroke at all. Drawing is much easier with the mouse than the tablet.

My sister promised to borrow me her proper drawing tablet, so I think I'll see if that will be able to achieve the wished method better. If not, then I will take the hard route again and draw everything by hand with real pen on real paper. I just thought I would save time if I drew them on my computer, because I need these things for an animation. But if digital drawing still won't open to me even after testing my sister's drawing tablet, then I guess I will have to get out my pens and papers.

[caltropspress]

RAPS + CRAFTS #19: AJ Suede

1. Introduce yourself. Past projects? Current projects?

Suede God. Do your homework on my double digits of projects. 

2. Where do you write? Do you have a routine time you write? Do you discipline yourself, or just let the words come when they will? Do you typically write on a daily basis?

I write any and everywhere when inspiration strikes. I get some of my best work done on public transportation. In the past, I've written my best hooks on the drives to and from jobs. Nowadays, it’s more about atmosphere than location.

3. What’s your medium—pen and paper, laptop, on your phone? Or do you compose a verse in your head and keep it there until it’s time to record?

Notes pad but not limited to that. If I could, I’d do the Jay-Z thing and memorize bar-for-bar, but at this point I just write everything down so I don’t forget.

4. Do you write in bars, or is it more disorganized than that?

I write in ways that are more like mathematical equations. Time signatures, iambic pentameter, and rhyme schemes I vaguely remember from smoking before my 10th grade English class in the Shakespeare unit. That mixed with the fundamentals. It’s all math. 

5. How long into writing a verse or a song do you know it’s not working out the way you had in mind? Do you trash the material forever, or do you keep the discarded material to be reworked later?

Complicated question because even the “bad” stuff can be repurposed when it’s in season. Some of the bars might not flow because of time and place, but that’s always subject to change and vice versa.

6. Have you engaged with any other type of writing, whether presently or in the past? Fiction? Poetry? Playwriting? If so, how has that mode influenced your songwriting?

There are things that I want to do, but I don’t wanna say preemptively. I’d rather show if I end up being serious about it.

7. How much editing do you do after initially writing a verse/song? Do you labor over verses, working on them over a long period of time, or do you start and finish a piece in a quick burst?

I don’t often edit verses, but the longest part of all the album processes are the mix and master. Especially for the self-produced projects.

8. Do you write to a beat, or do you adjust and tweak lyrics to fit a beat?

There’s no right answer. Every song and beat combination requires different things. I do prefer to write to a beat 90% of the time, but sometimes you unlock new pockets when you write in silence and puzzle piece it together.

9. What dictates the direction of your lyrics? Are you led by an idea or topic you have in mind beforehand? Is it stream-of-consciousness? Is what you come up with determined by the constraint of the rhymes?

No comment. Can’t demystify the whole process.

10. Do you like to experiment with different forms and rhyme schemes, or do you keep your bars free and flexible?

Anything goes based on what the beat demands. I like to be like water; my style is similar to Bruce Lee’s Jeet Kune Do. It’s a mixture of all the fundamentals, but I assume formlessness based on the musical situation. The stronger the foundation, the more flows and schemes you have access to. It’s just a matter of where and when each style is going to present itself.

11. What’s a verse you’re particularly proud of, one where you met the vision for what you desire to do with your lyrics?

I love all my kids, but always proud of the verse that I haven’t written yet. That will be the best one every time.

12. Can you pick a favorite bar of yours and describe the genesis of it?

I wholeheartedly wish I could. I’ll leave that to the people.

13. Do you feel strongly one way or another about punch-ins? Will you whittle a bar down in order to account for breath control, or are you comfortable punching-in so you don’t have to sacrifice any words?

Yes, I do feel strongly about punch-ins. I will restart a whole verse before I allow myself to punch-in. I can always hear the punch-in, even on other artists' songs. If you have to punch-in a million times, your live show is going to be a disaster. Punch-in artists often perform with their vocals playing over the instrumental. A real lack of breath control. If you’re doing it from an artistic standpoint, call-and-response etc., I understand. 

14. What non-hiphop material do you turn to for inspiration? What non-music has influenced your work recently?

I would be here all day. I love a lot of music.

15. Writers are often saddled with self-doubt. Do you struggle to like your own shit, or does it all sound dope to you?

I’ve spent less time with self-doubt than most others, but it is a very natural feeling. I believe in what I can do and I’m validated by most of our favorite rappers, so I know I’m dope.

16. Who’s a rapper you listen to with such a distinguishable style that you need to resist the urge to imitate them?

ABSOLUTELY NOBODY. We all start off similar in one way or another from childhood influences, but I been in the game a long enough time that my rap DNA is 100% my own.

17. Do you have an agenda as an artist? Are there overarching concerns you want to communicate to the listener?

I just want to make the best music and let that speak for itself. I don’t have any concerns in the rap world. I just want to make a living off the music and take care of my own. 

RAPS + CRAFTS is a series of questions posed to rappers about their craft and process. It is designed to give respect and credit to their engagement with the art of songwriting. The format is inspired, in part, by Rob McLennan’s 12 or 20 interview series.

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