#give me attentiom

[shalomniscient]

every day, once a year, yelan takes a day off.

this is written directly into her contract with the tianquan. there are no exceptions, no special arrangements. on this singular day, yelan does not belong to the qixing; on this singular day, her leash and collar are abandoned, and she has free reign to do as she pleases.

what does she do? well, prepare for your anniversary, of course.

she hops out of bed, cleans up, tugs her jacket on and then slips out the door with the clink of her jade bracelet. it’s a clear day, and yelan tilts her head to the sky briefly, letting the golden sunrays warm her face almost like an embrace. you were never really a morning person, but the sun on your skin always suited you. she’d have to drag you out of bed to see it, but it was always well worth your grumbling in the end when you finally cave and offer her a smile which she would then steal with a kiss.

“ugh, yelan—“ you giggled, your hands on her chest gently pushing her back. your bracelet was cool against her skin, and the matching one on her own wrist hummed. she nosed along your jaw, pressing more and more kisses until she reached your neck. playfulness turned into something a little more heated, and her blood sang at the sigh she pulled from your lips. emerald eyes flicked up to you, teasing, challenging, and you managed a wry huff before tangling your fingers in her hair and tugging her back to properly kiss her again. it stung, beautifully, but yelan grinned all the way."

she shakes herself out of the memory, and steps into the busy street. liyue’s morning scene has always been crowded, and she blends into the throng with practiced ease. she follows the flow of the crowd down the wharf until she reaches the shop she’s looking for—a florist, tucked snugly between two other stores on the higher levels of the shopping district.

the owner, a midde-aged woman, looks up from tending to her orchids to smile at her. her eyes crease with familiarity at the sight of yelan as the spy steps into her store, fingers brushing the petals of a few flowers. the woman rounds the counter, and rummages in the storage for a few moments.

“the usual, i take it?” she asks, and yelan nods, leaning against the counter and tapping her fingers over the grainy wood. the shop hasn’t changed much, if at all, since she last came here with you.

you leaned down by a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, lips curving upward into a smile as you breathed in the soft, floral scent. yelan looked curiously over your shoulder, a hand casually resting on your hip. she asked if it was your favorite flower—you nodded, your other hand rising to just as casually cup her face from over your shoulder. “they’re quite pretty, aren’t they?” you hummed, and yelan took a moment to ponder the question. in the end, she said they were nowhere near as pretty as you, and took the light smack you delivered to her shoulder with an easy laugh.

the florist clears her throat, coaxing her out of the memory. yelan recieves the bouquet—white chrysanthemums—with a smile, settling it in the crook of her arm. the woman’s expression is measured, but there’s a slight waver to her tone when she speaks. if yelan really had to name it, it sounds close to… pity.

“yelan—“ she begins, but she only flashes the woman a signature grin, before slipping out the door as quickly as she came. she has other things to get, after all, and the clock is always ticking.

(or maybe her clock stopped ticking a long time ago and all this is just extra. maybe it cracked when the rocks fell and the earth buried—)

she dissolves back into the crowd as she heads to her next destination: wanmin restaurant. she can smell the chili in the air as she makes her way down the street again, a sharpness only wanmin seems to be able to make. when she gets there, xiangling is boisterously calling out orders while her father toils away in the kitchen, with guoba tirelessly maintaining the roaring fire for his wok. when she sees her, xiangling’s grin only widens, and she waves her over enthusiastically.

“miss yelan! welcome, welcome,” the young chef says cheerily. “here for another batch of dried chillies?”

yelan chuckles, shaking her head. “no, not this time. i’m here for a few rice buns. with a sweet filling, preferably.”

“ooh,” xiangling coos, nodding. “are you planning to go on an expedition? rice buns are both portable and satiating.”

“you could say that,” yelan says vaguely. the little chef is right, in a way, since she’ll have to hike a little to get to your spot—but really, it’s because rice buns have always been a comfort food of sorts for you.

“how can you not like them?” you asked defensively as you trudged along with her behind the group. there was a slight smear of filling on the corner of your lip, and your expression scrunched up a little more as she wiped it off. her jade bracelet was cool against your heated cheeks. yelan only shook her head, teasingly remarking that spice was a much greater wake-up call than sweets. you huffed at that, taking another bite of your rice bun. “not all of us are masochists, lan’er,” you grumbled, and yelan laughed softly. her nimble fingers encircled your wrist, tugging you closer so she could take a quick bite of your bun. it was sweet, sweeter than she’d like, but maybe that was because you were there. and somehow, that made it good.

yelan pulls herself out of yet another memory when xiangling deposits the bag of warm rice buns into her hands. they’re freshly steamed, and the scent of warm buns fill her senses. she thanks the chef, and disappears much the same way she came before the young lady can get even so much as a word in. in the back of her mind, she can almost hear you chastise her for it.

(she always hears you in the back of her mind. if not, where else—)

there’s only one thing left on her list, and it’s incense. it’s late in the morning now, so the crowds have thinned out—and without her cover, yelan takes to back alleys and rooftops instead. she sighs, relieved almost, as she slips into the shimmering, reflective cover of hydro, darting like a minnow between buildings like rocks, barely a blur in the eyes of anyone nearby. the secrecy isn’t strictly necessary for what she’s doing now, but she’s been so used to being unseen that being in the open feels… unsafe.

it doesn’t take her that long to reach wangsheng funeral parlor. the young lady running the parlor isn’t in today—instead, it’s her ‘assistant’, the elegant man shrouded in such thick mystery that neither her nor ningguang has been able to pierce. he greets her with a solemn expression, no doubt because director hu has told him the reason for her visit. “incense?” he asks again anyway to confirm, his voice low and soft. yelan nods absently, her nose stinging slightly from the intense scent permeating the parlor.

she watches as the man disappears into the back of the parlor for a moment, before he reappears with a delicately wrapped packet of incense sticks. she slides a pouch of mora his way, which he takes wordlessly. she tucks the packet into her little pocket dimension, then turns on her heel to leave. just as she exits the door, he calls out to her.

“safe travels.”

she doesn’t deign him with a response.

her feet take her out and away from the city, down the familiar path to the bleeding wound in the earth—the chasm. the land goes from valleys to large, curling momuments of rock, carved by the force of a falling star. she feels that familiar tug in her chest, the voice that calls to her, that tells her to forsake the surface as her ancestor once did. she listened to it, once. and—

“go,” you whispered, pushing her away. half of you was buried under rock, and she could only see one of your eyes; the other was forced shut by the blood that trickled down your face. yelan nearly screamed herself hoarse, but you grabbed her face and kissed her. it tasted like salt, and her heart lurched at the wrongness. your kisses had always been sweet. you slipped your bracelet onto her wrist, then pushed her again, and then the earth heaved and groaned, and it was the last she ever saw of you—

she turns her head and rips herself out of the memory and the temptation; she has other, more important places to be today. she has other days to chase down her demons. she skirts the side of the chasm, slowly ascending to the top. she passes by the memorial to the millelith, and leaves a rice bun and a few sticks of incense as an offering. they too, deserve to be remembered after all.

(she wonders if anyone else comes out here to remember them. she wonders who will come when she’s gone for—)

it takes her a while, but eventually, she reaches the highest point in the chasm. the sun has traveled across the sky by this point, the afternoon heat mellowing out into a slightly cooler evening warmth. the sky is alive with shades of gold when she finally stops, drawing to a halt right before a smooth stone, standing upright from the earth like a silent vigil. she kneels before it, producing three sticks on incense and inserting them into the censer before the stone and lighting them. she sets a rice bun on the plate by the stone, and saves one for herself. the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, she lays on top of the stone.

yelan takes a bite of her rice bun, letting the sweetness settle on her tongue, as the floral scent mixes with the incense, filling her lungs and settling on her shoulders. she tilts her head to the sun, and the warmth feels almost like an embrace. and when she closes her eyes, the wind in her hair feels almost like a caress. when she opens them again, she lets them rest on the stone—the headstone, and she offers it a smile.

sitting on the edge of the cliff, your legs swinging, you smiled at her, nearly blindingly bright like the golden hour. your pinkies were twined together, your shoulders flush with hers. there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums on your lap, and just a few crumbs on the corner of your lips. your voice carried in the wind when you spoke.

“happy anniversary, yelan.”

“happy anniversary, sweetheart,” she whispers. the wind carries her voice as well, and she hopes you hear it, wherever you are now. one day, she’ll join you, but for now she takes another bite of her rice bun and breathes in the scent of incense and chrysanthemums.

[caramelcoconutswirl]

I failed my driving exam. Again.

[pygmi-cygni]

pride headcanons for o.i characters

Steven Grant: pan. falls in love really easily and despite seeming inexperienced is actually hella chill with every orientation. probably has books and research stuff about it to make his partner comfortable. has flags in flat.

Marc: bicurious, has had crushes and thought about experimenting, but the military kinda screwed that up. He's open though. also i feel like he's especially protective of gendercurious folks. like he understands the dangers and makes an extra effort to provide support.

Jake: ally fs but straight. if one of his headmates likes a dude/is in a non hetero relationship he's chill, but he makes sure not to impede or make anybody uncomfy. has a pride bumper sticker that says 'i use homophobes as speed bumps.'

Blue: just likes getting fucked. Very open to sexual experimentation and Does Not Care what orientation or gender his partner is. Aromantic i think he just doesn't feel a need for touchy-feely. He doesn't label it.

Nathan: cishet but has definitely experimented. just to see what it's like. Very curious if his friends or partner is not straight and likes to research.

santi: i like the ftm vibe that has arisen. checks out for me. Chill, def a Pride Dad. not very open about it but goes to pride events as a stand in parent for any little kids. has pride tattoos somewhere.

poe dameron: the Most bisexual disaster i've ever seen omg he will flirt with anybody. aggressively bisexual and is a huge ally for anybody. likes having sleepovers and doing pride parties.

cecil: straight but has experimented. I think he is cishet but wants attentiom from anybody. mistook his buddy's weed afterglow for arousal once but that's the extent of his knowledge.

william: gives off homophobic vibes tbh idk what to say abt him. hella closeted/internal homophobia.

taglist:

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @krakenkitty @twwcs

[elise-the-potato]

STOP LIKING MY POSTSSSSSS /j pls give me attentiom

I'm gonna eat all your hair just you wait /silly

[you-need-not-apply]

rant

i dont think i like anything about me and i fucking hate that i like some stuff and i want to chnage and be better andf just fuck i just everything is to fucking much i cant be fucking perfect i know that but i hate not being so and im so stressed all the time like all the time and nothing is going right and i feel as though i might as well die because who gives a fuck anymore i need a drink i need a smoke i just fucking want to kill myself and im tired of pretending i dont i cant do it anymore i just fucking cant im falling apart and i hate them i hate ihate i fucking hate them i love writing but everything is bitter and i hate this and im wasting my entire fucking,oife doing fucking tumblr and ao3 and its the only thing that makes me feel okay but at the same time i become more and more usless and unimportant each time i open the app and im going to fail if i dont pay attentiom but its the only thing that makes me feel aliev and im allowed to want that why cant i want that i want i hate i fucking cant anymore

[leelesbo]

Does it feel good to have all these dykes wanting to give you all this attention, honey? ♡♡♡ All these desperate girls want to just touch you & only you; to hear your cute little yelps & whimpers.. to watch you shutter & writhe from how ticklish you are.... It'd be much better to watch & participate in you being fawned over by a bunch of eager butches while they inspect every inch of your body with their hands, with feathers, brushes, gloves or who knows what else to see our precious little puppy Ellie will melt into a shuttering, whimpery mess. Wouldn't you like all that attention? ♡ To be ours to toy with, with anticipation to each & every little reaction you make in hopes to make that cute cock of yours cum all because we want to watch such a pretty girl like you cum from just being teased & tickled alone, or whatever else we'd desire with you? ♡

augguhghhhhhhgh

ur breakingh me. i feeeel so CRSZY

i would. very much like all the attentiom ,,,, even if it would probabbly make me Cry.

[doginabogg]

sometimes i wanna post oc art but then i remember that like nobody knows anything abt my very large amount of men i enjoy drawing in sanrio and squishmallow notebooks like because im just too embarrased to explain everything but like if i have nothing to post how will anybody notice me and give me attentiom😢

Anyways simon

[joshbouchardblog]

Progress of start up venture Week 13

What is working?

As I wrap up my business there were a couple of things that worked overall and that would continue to work if i were to continue this business. One of those things was my advertising. I continued to promote my business to get attention from people. Another thing that worked for me was my discount. It really helped me get more people to purchase a second time and it got the attention of new customers. If I continue my business I will look at adding maybe more or different discounts and find any new ways to get people's attentiom.

What is not working?

Having a limited selection of cookies was always a challenge for me while running this business. Trying to add to the menu would be my next step if I were continue to run this business. Another thing that was hard was getting new customers. It was easy for me to reach out to people I knew but it was hard for me to try and get new customers to purchase cookies.

How do you feel this project is coming?

I feel this project is going very well. I made more money than I expected and it was a lot easier than I expected. If I continue to run this I believe this could be a very successful business. It was a fun way for me to learn how to be an entrepreneur and how to e my own boss.

What are you learning about running a business?

I am learning that running a business is challenging. You are going to get criticized by some people know matter what. You have to take that criticism and use it positively to make your business better. It is very important to continue to advertise and promote your business. You have to be willing to put yourself out there to get new customers. You also have to be willing to make changes for the better and to keep your business appealing.

What are you learning about yourself?

I am learning that I enjoy running a small business. I am learning that I have the skills that it takes to be an entrepreneur and that I believe I can make any business successful. I understand how to make customers happy and that people won't always like my products. i have to enjoy what I'm doing and give the best customer service possible in order to run a successful business.

[first-boy-to-cry]

Need a loving partner to cuddle and smoke weed with in ghe early morning hours. PleASEE who gonna love me. Ignore me being horrifically unstable just give me ATTENTIOM .

[nityarawal]

7/24/23

Joshua-

Triangulated

Me - Got "Afternoon Delight,"

Better Than Any Writer

Could've- Understood

DNA And Anatomy Of

AP Developer

And Me- Before Our 

Time- Even

Meeting

Cosmic Serendipity

That Is Art

Always Wish We

Could've Given "How

I Met Your Mother,"

A Better Ending

In Real Life

And "O"

For "X" - Natural

Octopuses Love

So Necessary

Hugs At Reunification

To Talk About X's

And O's

Hold The Rockets

Martians

Need The Hugs

Not Drugs

Need The O's

Buddha Sattva

Taoist

Not Chinese Judges

Probating Us

With Gay Defense

Team And Indian Dr's

For Late Night

Immigrant AI Farmers

Dr. Nitya 

Wants Nitya Capital

Never Agreed To

Be An AI

Experiment

For -AB Research

Or International

Data

And Lame

Cambridge Analytica

Practicing UK Medicine With

Oshos Warfare Chemistry

No- Not Me

Not Dr. Nitya

From NAR

Realtor

No-Not Me

But I'll Light 

A Candle Daily

And Play 

Tick Tack Toe

Dr. Nitya

Encinitasbeachhome.com 

Dial For Divorce

Dollars

No- Not Me

Nitya- Dr. ETERNITY

Cold Caller

Charity Raiser

For #TM centers

No Not Me

Dancing 

In The Rain To

Lady Gaga's Paparazzi

No-

Not Me

Talking To

Redwood Trees

Hug A Tree

Survivors

Watering Them

With Yoghurt

Lassi

Light

Trinkets

Candles

Wishes

From Good Grandparents

White Witches

Idy Elves

Folks

Miracles

Chinese Russian

Anastasia Urine

Therapy

My Redwood Camp Bro

Asked For Water 

Love

And Goddess Rained

Trinity

Upon Thee

Instant Gratification

In Hours

I Only Had A Sip

To Spare

A Little Candle

Light- for Shant Be wrongfully

Charged with Arson

Like Camp California

Often is

For My Tree

Who Holds 

Me Up

And Umbrellas Me

At Night - My Darling

Tree

More Than A Rock

Roots Spreading

Always Grateful

For Any Little Attentiom

My Sacred Redwood

Standing Firm Next

To Me- Love My Redwood

Camp Bros

And Black Belt

Sisters

Britney Army

Secret 

Kung Fu 

Fughters

Josh Army

Love My #FreeBritney 

Investigators

Cracking Mysteries

In Record Time

That Find The Truth

We Were 

Never Told

"Britney Bitch"

We Were Always

"Mind Your Business"

"B" - lol

Mind Your Business "B"

"W" - No More

Next "X"

No More

Busy-ness

On Me

Please

If Devas

And Devis

Can Make My

Dreams Come

True - Use Muses

Thankyou

For Every

Drop In The

Bucket Counts -

We'll Never Curse

You- Forever Grateful

For Our Light Workers

In Silencing Of Courts

Ghosts

Judges And Attys

Might Be Promoted 

Gleefully In Biden

Harris- Obama

Administration

And Economy

From Cops, DA & Clerks

But Mommying

Suffered

Laughed at Like Earth

Loving

Granola Light Workers

And That

Mattered To

Me

Can't Re-Write

"How I Met Your 

Mother Ending,"

Can't Get Bob Saget

Back

Comedy Made

Is Cry

At Officers Hands

Defense Team

Your Character's Elder

Self

Appears To

Have Made

A Brutal Mistake

Not a Funny Ending

On The "Hand Of God,"

How Many 

Can We

Sing To

In

Trinity

Thank God

For This - And Dancing

In The Rain To Lady

Gaga Yesterday

Knowing My Redwood

Tree Was Happy

"The Giving Tree"

Grateful For "Paparazzi"

Lady GAGA

Agua Pura

Rain Dancers

California Campers

Just Wish

My Kids 

Could Be Here

To Experience

Glorious, "Power Of Now,"

My Darlings

Spin Doctor's

Oh How I

Wish We'd Started A

Band In 2019

Pre-Covid

And We Wouldn't

Have Suffered

Just Could've

Sung Until Hearts

Content

Maybe The Wars

Would Be Over

Maybe It Wouldn't

Have Started

Maybe We Could've

Written Another Ending

A Song For Eternity

Anyways - A Letter From You

A Letter To You

Is Always A

"Women Of Letters,"

To My Heart

A Letter To You

Is A Blessing

Because I Know

Someone Out There

Hears My

Tune

Heart's

Strings And

That's All That

Matters 

Got Your

Dog Whistle

You Strummed My Heart

Singing

Chords

Creating 

Miracles

Peace,

Dr. Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal X

[dead-lesbians]

EVERYONE GIVES IM JUST YOUR PROBLEM A LOT OF ATTENTIOM AND I GET WHY BUG YOU GIYS LET MY BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD BE UNDERATED AND THAT PISSES ME OFF ITS SO GOOD

[reihlno]

himari closet cosplay?? who knows!! the wig is the wrong color!!!

[fandomchaosposts]

hello small people in my phone

[therarara]

I- after ages of fans complaining, chan finally did it. The curtain has been saved 🤣👏 but the rest of the vlog tho was 🥰💞 cause we had starry-eyed chan getting excited over the drone, music chan working on tracks, natural curly haired chan (personal fave with a cameo of lovably annoying changbin lol), and nail art chan... mama I love this man 😣

[sunflowervcl6]

i’m single and gay someone come date me

[abendrotbrav]

how easily does your muse fall in love?

Too easily.

Sophia is a skeptical person who has had exactly one signifigant emotional connection her life, and despite her knowledge of how people tick, she herself is unused to the emotions behind these proceedings. With the lack of attention she's so used to, Sophia gets attached to people incredibly easy.

If someone gives her consistent positive attention, she will fall in love in some way. Whether it's platonic love or not, if you show her attention, Sophia is more or less doomed from the start. Even a pathetically low amount of caring borders on far too much for her, and will get her attached.

The worst part of it all is that Sophia is herself alarmingly aware of her own low standards. It makes her feel stupid and naive and she hides the true extent with false innocence and ditzy giggles, because she's scared of being loving as much as she's scared of being loved. Sophia is a manipulative person who is remarkably easy to manipulate with affection and she knows it.