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danni-chuu · 5 years ago

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The 7 brothers with a 10 year-old lilith (+ side characters & mc)

This is an hc is inspired by the chapter 14 flashback, so the gist of this Hc is what if lilith gets turned into a 10 year old child try as diavolos way to save her. This is gonna be a really long post so strap in~❤️.

This hc post is made with the help of my friend, @heeminchan, thankiez.

General info about 10 year old lilith:

She has no recollection or memories about the celestial war or being an angel at all.

The post might say 10 years old but she's probably already pass the 1000+ mark, but still is and acts like a child.

She looks like ruri chan ( for reference here)

So without further babbling, lez go❤️

Lucifer

" if you behave I'll give you a princess poison apple and play with you "

Lucifer being the eldest takes it upon himself to be a father like figure to her. In front of the others, he makes sure to keep a strict front but in private, he's alot more softer on her.

Lucifer's room has a toy chest for her since she likes spending time and playing in his room. And being the child that she is, she even dresses up the skeleton in his room. If he's not busy, he would play with her, simple playing house and all.

One time while lucifer was doing paper work,lilith wanted to help him . So to keep lilith busy, he handed her a bunch of void documents and told her to sign them. In the end she got bored and decided to draw her with her 7 older brothers. Which luci decided to frame and put up at the entrance hall.

If lilith gets into trouble, luci doesn't shy away from punishment. But rather than stringing someone upside down and leaving them like that for 100 years, he would just ground lilith and take away her toys. (Buuuuut her other brothers would just sneak some of her toys to her room, especially beel and belphie)

Mammon

" heh you should be greatful you're brothers with the GREAT mammon, shortie! Huh?! w-wait dont cry! "

Mammon loves teasing lilith. Be it calling her a pipspeak, shortie, cry baby, etc. He's said them all, buuuuut he always takes it back because lilith might tell lucifer and he gets punished AG A I N.

Lilith as much as possible doesn't leave any of her things in mammon's room, because her other brothers warn her that he's going to sell them away.

One time mammon stole something from lucifer (probably something to profit from), and lilith was in lucifers room because she was playing hide and seek with beel. Seeing mammon stealing, she gets out of her hiding spot and tells mammon that she will rat him out to her big brother lucifer.mammon taking non of this shitz says he'll do whatever she wants. By the end of the day, lilith gets a new plushie and mammon still got ratted out because how can she lie to her big brother lucifer?

Mammon does try to get her involved in his schemes sometimes. Making her ask money from her other brothers and other more shenanigans, but when he's feeling it he will in fact spoil her with little treats such as candy.

Leviathan

" wooah you look so much like ruri-chan! Can you sing too?"

Levi is still as much of a shut- in, having a younger sibling that he can teach TSL or play games with is his dream come true. Lilith goes to his room to watch anime (for her its cartoons but dont tell levi because he will be very triggered) with him and play video games.

If lilith does go to levi's room , he's always watching out just in case she ends up using his precious figurines as dolls or touching his precious merch. Sometimes( most of the time) when he's too busy playing his games, lilith will just talk to henry 2.0 and feed him.

Levi is a mega ultra super duper (insert more hyperbolic words) fan of ruri-chan, so during lilith's birthday..he gave her a ruri-chan costume (the other brothers already knew where this was heading but they couldn't stop it since lilith liked the cute clothes). She wore them and levi literally freaked because she looked just like her! He posted a picture of her on devilgram and the pic got a decent amount of likes.

The only time that lilith gets in trouble with levi is her staying with him past her bed time, she gets pouty about it but in the end she still gets taken to bed by her big brother lucifer.

Satan

"i can read you a story or we can play tea time, what do you prefer? "

Satan acts alot like a tutor to lilith, he teaches her about manners, reading and writing, and many other things. Satan loves teaching lilith especially when he sees her trying to pronounce big words, which he finds adorable.

Satan for the most part wants lilith to stay out of his room because there are too many dangerous books around. But he would rather play with her in her room instead, either reading a children's bed time book before going to bed or playing tea time with her. They both share a love for pets and animals, so in his free time, he will take her to a kitty cafe where she can play with the lil furballs.

Satan was regulary teaching lilith about different animals, until they got to the cat. Lilith became so intrigued by cats that satan spent a good 30 minutes to an hour of answering her questions about cats. One day, he saw lilith crying by the stairs. He quickly went over and asked her what's wrong, only to find out that she asked lucifer if they can adopt a cat wherein lucifer completely dismisses the idea. Knowing that Lucifer's mind wont change, the next day satan surprises lilith with a black cat plushie with a red bow tie thats as tall (or alitte bit smaller) than her. Until this day, the cat plushie satan gave her is her favourite. She is never seen without it, and she even gave it a name, mr. Momo.

The only time that lilith ever gets in trouble is if she joins in on satan's pranks on lucifer. But most of the time she's let off the hook if they're harmless ones.

Asmodeus

" waahh~ lilith's so adorable, but not as adorable as me"

To lilith, asmo is the closest thing to a sister she can have. Being the only girl in the house( before mc, if mc is a girl ), asmo likes to doll her up and make her his little dress up doll. He often buys clothes for her because he just LOVES making her pretty.

She doesn't spend as much time in asmo's room because there isn't much to do there, but when asmo calls her in after a shopping trip. She already knows he's going to make her pretty as a peach!

It was lilith's birthday and Asmo wanted to dress her up for the occasion! Hair? Check! Make up? Check! Clothes? Check! She was looking as pretty as ever (but not as pretty as him). After dolling her up , lilith went to her other brothers to show Amos work. All of them asked if a child should be wearing that much make up, but asmo tells lilith to shrug them off because they can't appreciate beauty even if it hits them in the face!

The one thing that gets lilith in trouble is lucifer seeing her being dressed by asmo , wearing clothes not fit for a 10 year old girl. Seriously, devilgram level make up on a kid is not appropriate (well in lucifer and some of the other brothers point of view)

Beezlebub

" the eggs taste like plastic..huh? I'm not supposed to eat them? Sorry, they looked too realistic"

Beel is very close with lilith. He spends most of his time watching over her or bringing her to his favourite food joints to eat. Since beel is so big, she loves it when he carries her around, either on his shoulders or just being carried in general. Beel wants to protect lilith at all times, so if sorcerers or witches want to summon lilith, he comes along to watch over her still.

if its not Lucifer's room, lilith's next stop is always the twin's room. She goes in and jumps on either of the beds and having her toys there as well she can already entertain herself. When beel is there to play with her, she likes to play chef and make him food using her plastic kitchen toy set( though some pieces are missing since beel keeps forgetting that its plastic). If she doesn't want to play with her toys, she tries to tickle fight beel and always wins.

Beel was in his room eating a box of cupcakes until lilith barges in and sees him eating cupcakes, she pouts at beel asking why he didn't tell her that he had cupcakes. Beel, being beel just says to her, " they're my cupcakes". She pouts even more and says that she wants a cupcake as well. Beel couldn't resist and splits the cupcake, giving the other half to her. After finishing the cupcake, he promises to buy her a box aswell next time.

Lilith having a sweet tooth herself will often look in the fridge for sweets. She sometimes ends up eating beels food(custard), and hides the evidence. Beel rampages again and breaks the kitchen. Lucifer then lines all of them up and ask who ate the custard, and all of them immediately suspect mammon. But being a good girl, lilith admits her mistake and apologizes to beel, who calms down and says ," you could have left me some..".

Belphegor

" how about later...? Im still too sleepy to teach you..."

Belphie, same with beel, is pretty close with lilith. If he isn't cuddling her as his favourite cuddle buddy, he's teaching her how to dance ballet(Based it off his dancing sprite). Lilith spends most of her afternoon napping with belphie.

Besides playing with beel , lilith also loves playig around with belphie. She makes it an everyday challenge for herself to wake him up in the most creative ways. It can be things such as ice,drawing on his face, tickles, etc. When belphie is too lazy to stand up from bed( which is often), she just plays with his hair and does whatever she wants with it. When he finally does stand up, he teaches lilith some ballet. While she's even wearing her full ballet attire, with tutu included.

It was the middle of the night and lilith had a nightmare, she wanted to go to her big brother lucifer, but it was already late and she might be disturbing him. But then she remembered that mid nights is when his big brother belphie is awake, so she goes over to him with mr.momo. belphie is alittle confused since its way past her bedtime so he asked her whats wrong. She climbs up his bed and hugs him, after calming down she tells belphie that she had a nightmare. Belphie was well acquainted with nightmares, so he knew exactly what to do. They went to the kitchen and both had a cup of warm milk. Going back to his room, he cuddled up with lilith and made sure she had a good nights sleep.

Lilith ends up over sleeping and gets very cranky if she gets rudely awakened.the others find it very adorable.

"...." * Huwgs*

So this depends on the mc's personality but lets start from the beginning. After being sent to the devildom and having the basic run down of what is to come, mammon takes you to the house of lamentations. The first thing you notice once the door opens, is toys scattered all around the entrance hall. Not only toys, but you see a height lines at one of the door frames. Mammon gets more annoyed because he stepped on one of the toys and he shouts out," lilith!". A small girl carrying a black cat plushie almost her size comes down the stairs. Mammon scolds her for leaving her toys out like that and he introduces you to their 8th sibling, lilith. Lilith immediately hugs you (no matter the gender), because it's been a while since she's seen a human. And you become her instant play mate.

The mc's room already has a toy chest, filled with lilith's favourite toys. She likes to play around with the mc and actually gets quite attached to them.

Lilith gets so comfortable around the mc that she ask permission from her big brother luci if she can make a pact with the mc. Of course, lucifer is skeptical but he allows it because of liliths enthusiasm.

Diavolo

" ah lilith , I didn't think you would be accompanying lucifer today. "

Dia acts alot like the rich uncle that only comes back during the holidays to give out presents. Lilith rarely gets to see diavolo because most of the time it's only lucifer that gets to see him. But, when lucifer does come back he often gives lilith sweets that barbatos made by diavolo's order.

On the rare occasions that lucifer brings lilith along with him, she acts very reserved and shows off the manners lessons that satan has been teaching her.

On one evening, lucifer brings lilith along to dinner with diavolo. While eating, diavolo jokes around saying that lucifer should just stay in the castle with him. Suddenly, lilith bumps in and protests against the idea, " no big brother luci's staying with us". She hugs as much of lucifers arm that she can, giving diavolo her most pouty and "menacing face". Dia loves seeing how much she cares for her brother, while lucifer is trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

Luke

" ahhhhh! Im not a child! I dont want to play with a demon!"

When lilith first saw luke, her mind immediately said," playmate! ". Though luke always complains about being treated like a child because he's short, he tries to bare it because simeon convinced him to play with lilith.

When in the purgatory hall, she brings along mr.momo and some other toys. luke sometimes pretend he isn't there so he doesn't have to play with lilith, but once he hears a sniffle of her almost crying. He couldn't help but open the door for her and play.

Upon first meeting luke, the key difference in height was..still... apparent. Somehow, lilith is still a few inches taller than luke. Being the giddy child she is, she tells her brothers about it and they all start laughing their lungs out. And when luke finally got wind of it, he was so flustered and embarrassed, he almost refused to leave his room.

Solomon

" why not make a pact with me?"

All her brothers warn her about solomon and to stay as far away from him as possible, she rarely gets to interact with him. But most of the times they do meet, he often ask her to make a pact with him. She always replies to him, " i have to ask big brother luci's permission first". Solomon just smiles and pats her head.

Huhu not much i can say about him since im sure the brothers distance lilith from solomon as much as possible.

And that concludes this very very long post , hope you guys enjoyed it❤️❤️❤️

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me lilith #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #obey me solomon #obey me luke

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royalcordelia · 5 years ago

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The Secret of Distance (4/?)

Summary: Anne and Gilbert embark on their journeys, but stay close to each other at heart. Courting across 1000 miles isn't easy, but they're more than willing to step up to the task. (A post s3 story).

Notes: Welcome, welcome, welcome to all our new AWAE buddies! It’s my pleasure to see a bunch of new faces (and accompanying thoughts) in the fandom. (As always, tag buddies are at the bottom!)

Even in late October, a line of warblers and chickadees sat at the top of the boarding house’s ridgepole and turned the wind to a haven of effervescent song. It gated the garden in, blocking it from the rest of the bustling city. Anne took a deep breath of the fresh air, relishing the way it felt crisp in her chest. The journal on her lap was seemingly forgotten, the last sentence yet unfinished - “With one look at George, Averil realized...” Though the perfect way to complete the sentence evaded her, Anne didn’t fret. In these moments of near silence and endless inspiration, she felt helpless to do anything but reach into the essence of nature and let it tell her what to say.

Then, as if she had turned an open palm to the sky and the phrase flitted down into it, she murmured, “Got it!” Her beloved fountain pen scratched across the page as she wrote. “With one look at George, Averil decided ideals weren’t terribly silly notions, after all. The trick, she realized, was knowing your one’s own ideals as well as one knows themself. George may not have been the melancholy Apollo of her girlhood dreams, but he was steadfast and compassionate. Only in George’s embrace would she feel truly as if she was right where she belonged.

With a sigh, Anne closed the journal. What a wonderful feeling it was to finally complete a story! To give a break to endless essays and readings and merely be with the words of her soul. Averil was a heroine truly deserving of her steadfast and compassionate suitor, even if writing about him did make Anne miss her own.

Before her thoughts could drift too far away to her hazel-eyed love, she heard the back porch door open. There was Lily, wearing her usual kind smile and a perfectly white apron.

“You blend in with the trees!” Lily signed from the porch. Anne spared a glance around at the sunset colored leaves drenched in the afternoon’s golden light.

“One always blends well among friends,” Anne replied, hands forming what she was nearly certain were the correct signs.

Anne had discovered, much to her surprise, that she was the first person to ever really ask Lily to teach them sign language. Past boarders had picked some up over the duration of their stay, but never tried their hands at it - as it were. But Anne wondered what a life must be like spent mostly watching and not expressing. If Lily had truths and passions of her heart that she wanted to share, it wasn’t fair that a barrier should come between them. Thus, every night, Lily sat Anne down at the dining table and taught Anne her language. Anne thought it was beautiful and challenging the way the language focused on meaning rather than the way a thing was said. Nearly three months later, Anne was more proficient than she dreamed she could be, though there was still so much to learn.

“You should come inside,” Lily said, her face suddenly taking an apprehensive expression. “ I think you have a visitor, but Mrs. Blackmore won’t receive him.”

Snatching up her journal, Anne quickly thanked Lily and followed her inside. It wasn’t long before she heard Mrs. Blackmore’s exasperated voice echoing on the thin walls of the home.

“This is entirely uncalled for! In all my years of keeping this house I’ve never -”

“I promise ma’am, I don’t mean to intrude. I was just in town and thought-”

“I don’t want to imagine what you thought!”

Anne gasped. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Bursting into the entryway, she met eyes with an equal parts frustrated and awkward Bash. He clutched Mary’s old carpet bag in his hand, the fabric crumpling under the strain. As soon as he saw Anne, relief flooded his eyes before elation took its place.

“Bash! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed with a joyful laugh, throwing her arms around his neck. Anne wasn’t sure what shocked Mrs. Blackmore more, Anne hugging Bash, or him lifting her off the ground to shake her.

“I was in town and thought I’d visit! I didn’t get a chance to see you before you left Avonlea,” he replied. “I don’t mind sayin’ that I’ve missed you terrible.”

“Believe me, I’ve missed you all so much.”

“Some more than others,” he said, cocking a brow. Anne nudged him and stepped back to Mrs. Blackmore.

“Mrs. Blackmore, this is Sebastian Lacroix, a very close family friend of mine and my suitor’s brother.”

“Suitor , eh?” Bash murmured. Anne gave him another light whack on the arm.

“Bash, this Mrs. Blackmore. She so graciously allows me a roof over my head and a meal on the table.”

By the look on her face, Mrs. Blackmore wasn’t feeling so very gracious to provide any of those things to anyone. Still, Bash managed a friendly smile and offered his hand. “It’s a fine pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Sorry about the scare.” Mrs. Blackmore peered down at his hand, weathered from years of labor, her lip curling in disgust.

“I’m sorry, Anne, but your guest cannot stay,” she stated with finality.

“What ?!”

“I don’t say a thing twice.”

A blush rose up Anne’s neck, whether from rage or embarrassment she could not say. She grabbed the woman’s wrist, dragging her away from Bash’s hearing distance.

“Pardon me if I’m having trouble understanding why my guest is not allowed to stay. He’s not my suitor, and therefore he isn’t confined to Saturday afternoons. He came in respectable clothes at a respectable hour, which is more than we can say of some guests we’ve received-”

“Anne.”

“Why, just three days ago, Tillie had several rowdy guests in the parlor and I heard not a complaint from you. In fact, I commend you on your cordiality. So please, Mrs. Blackmore, I’d like to know why my guest can’t be treated with the same courtesy. It goes against our Presbyterian duty to hospitality and-”

“Alright!” Mrs. Blackmore interjected. It was enough that Bash’s wandering gaze snapped over to them, before darting away. “He can stay until dinner.”

Anne frowned. Dinner was only thirty minutes away. “He should stay for dinner.”

“What will the other girls think?”

“The other girls know him! They all love him. Mrs. Blackmore, please!”

There was no stronger persuading force than reminding a good Christian woman of her Presbyterian duty, even in the face of unrelenting prejudice. Not to mention, Mrs. Blackmore was quickly running out of excuses. With an exhausted sigh, the older woman threw up her hands in defeat.

“Lily, add another place setting to the table. We’re having a guest for dinner,” said Mrs. Blackmore’s lips and hands. Lily tossed Anne a victorious smile, curtising first to their guest, then to the other ladies, before flitting off to the dining room. Anne turned to thank Mrs. Blackmore for her understanding, but found the tired woman halfway up the stairs. With a sheepish smile, she looked to Bash.

“I’m so sorry about that. She’s usually one of the kindest people I know,” she explained. “Please, come in!”

“I’m just glad to see you. Avonlea is so much quieter without you and Gilbert around. Every day I wait for you to show up at our door with a bouquet of flowers or a basket of Marilla’s plum puffs.”

At the mention of Gilbert, Anne perked her ears, but folded her hands in her lap to keep her fingers from tapping.

“I hope that my absence hasn’t meant Marilla stops baking for you.”

“Of course not, she just delivers them herself. I think she does it as an excuse to come and visit Delphine. Not that she needs one. Probably misses having a child around.”

A tender smile lifted Anne’s lips.

“Everything is well back home then?” she asked hopefully. As close as Avonlea was - 45 minutes was admittedly not a long train ride - sometimes she couldn’t help but feel like she was on the other side of the planet from home. And Gilbert even farther.

“The harvest is going well. For me, it’s strange not having the extra pair of hands, but we’re managing.” Bash paused, opening his mouth before closing it again.

“Go ahead, Bash, whatever it is,” Anne prodded, already having a sneaking suspicion what he was about to say. Like a carbonated bottle shaken up, Bash threw up his hands and slammed them on his knees.

“I’m dying to know how it happened! One minute he’s moping around the kitchen tellin’ me his feelings for you are unrequited, and the next he’s breaking off his engagement and moving to Toronto.”

A burst of laughter burst out of Anne.

“He never told you? He tells you everything!”

A joking shadow of regret came over Bash and he shrugged, “I think I teased him too much in the years leading up to it that the poor boy couldn’t take anymore. Besides, I think he’d rather spend his letter-writing time writing to someone else.”

“My goodness, how long have you been teasing him?”

“About you? Almost since the day I met him.” Anne’s cheeks turned rose kissed and she bit her lip against a satisfied smile. “You gonna tell me or no, Queen Anne?”

“It’s strange, there’s so much to tell and yet it’s all such a simple story,” she began. “My best friend, Diana, was riding the same train out of Carmody that Gilbert was. She heard him say that he wasn’t engaged, nor was he going to Paris. He almost got away, too. But Diana moved to his seat and demanded to know why he’d been behaving toward me the way he was, why he’d ignored the letter I wrote to him.”

“Well, why did he?”

“He never received it. I left it on your table, so I can’t fathom what could have possibly happened to it. When Diana told him what my letter said, he all but jumped out of the train window to find me. He showed up here, cleared up the biggest misunderstanding between us, then rushed off to Toronto. As for me, I ran into Winifred in town. She informed me, as you said, that Gilbert believed his feelings were unrequited. I did my best to ensure him otherwise.”

Bash whistled. “The Almighty really been trying his hardest to match you two up and you’ve given him the hardest time. I’m very glad it worked for you.” His gaze turned down the carpet bag beside him. Anne had forgotten about it in the midst of her storytelling, but she watched with interest as he pulled it into his lap. “There’s actually a reason I came today.”

Anne lifted a brow with a curious smile.

“Gilbert left for Toronto in such a hurry that he left behind some of the things I think he’d like to have with him. I was wondering if you’d take them to him for me.”

“Me?”

“I can’t leave Delphine for too long. Or the harvest for that matter.” He handed her the bag’s worn handles, but Anne handed them right back.

“I’d love to, truly, but I don’t have enough money for the train or a hotel.”

Bash scoffed. “Already taken care of. There’s an envelope with train fare in the bag, enough to get you there and back. Gilbert has a guest room you can stay in, so a hotel won’t be necessary.”

Anne could feel herself being won over, but she was still hesitant. “What about Marilla?”

A wicked glint flickered in his eyes that Anne looked strikingly familiar to one she’d seen right before a boy tugged her braid. “We don’t have to tell Marilla.” Anne could feel her resolve draining away, but what settled her mind was, “He’d be real happy to see you, Anne. I think he’s been homesick.”

With an excited smile, Anne yanked back the carpet bag and gave a beaming grin.

“Okay, I’ll go this weekend,” she stated, elation bubbling over.

“Good. I’m thankful to you.”

After dinner when Bash had departed, Anne went through the things Bash had packed away for Gilbert - a few medical books, extra socks, a velvet bag she wouldn’t open - and realized that she wasn’t doing Bash a favor at all. He was doing her the favor - it would’ve been less expensive for him to just ship the things. Still, Anne added a few things of her own to the bag of things to give Gilbert, and shoved it underneath her bed.

Plopping back on her bed, Anne grinned at the ceiling. At this time in three days, she’d be with Gilbert. Would she survive until then?

Anne stepped off the train and onto the platform with stiff legs, but the relief in her muscles went almost entirely unnoticed when the sight of beautiful Toronto came into view. The mainland felt so different beneath her feet, as if she were a sailor taking her first steps onto solid land. Around her, travellers rustled and bounded by, talking of business, of family, of pleasure. With a surprised gasp, Anne noticed that beyond the train station, there were no rolling fields or orange-topped trees. In their place were tall buildings, one after another, after another, after another.

“First time in Toronto, eh?” a stranger said, noticing Anne stock still in place. She nodded in response, meeting the kind gaze of an elderly woman. The woman reminded her of Aunt Jo in that her spirit felt trustworthy and she was wearing one of the loveliest hats Anne had ever seen.

“Yes, by chance, could you point me in the direction of…” she snuck a glance at one of Gilbert’s old letters. “...North Sunset Street?”

“Certainly! Why, I grew up on that street. Just follow this main road for about a mile or so, and you’ll find Sunset on the right. A lovely row of brick houses. My mother used to put flowers in the window because the sunlight was always so bright.”

Anne smiled. A kindred spirit, after all.

“I think flowers are nature’s sweetest gift to us. I’ll put some in the window to honor her,” Anne promised. “Thank you so kindly for your help!”

As she traveled up the streets, Anne found her pace matched that of the city-goers around her, fast-paced and eager. How could she help it? There was only a mile distance between her and Gilbert, and the sooner she closed it, the sooner she’d pull him close to her and…and...do something terribly romantic. She’d figure it out when the time came. Tightening her grasp on her cases, she all but jogged through the winding crowds. Then, a street sign came into view with a familiar name and Anne’s heart jolted.

The woman had been right - North Sunset Street had some of the most lovely houses Anne had ever seen. The road was lined with old trees and was full of more greenery than she’d seen in the entire city. How Gilbert’s roommate had come to secure one, she couldn’t fathom, but she was glad Gilbert would spend his time somewhere that had hints of PEI’s loveliness. As she counted the house numbers - 290, 291, 292… - her stomach filled with an entire forest worth of butterflies.

293. There it was. Ivy rimmed and gold in the late afternoon light, Gilbert’s Toronto residence waited for her to burst in. Yet, instead of allowing herself in using the key she knew was under a ceramic dog on the windowsill, she knocked like the perfectly respectable lady she strove to be. Almost instantaneously, an unfamiliar voice boomed through the inside of the house.

“Did you lock yourself out again ? I keep telling you that I put a key underneath-” The door swung open. “Oh. You’re not Gilbert.”

Anne, stunned to be peering up at a man who was nearly an entire foot taller than her, merely offered a shy smile and shook her head.

“I take it you’re Ron?” she said cordially.

“Anne Shirley Cuthbert in the flesh,” he realized right back, eyeing her with an analytical gaze. “You’re... younger than I expected you to be.”

The grin on Anne’s face twitched and she held back the urge to shift awkwardly on her feet. How old did he expect her to be? After all, she was only about a year-and-a-half younger than Gilbert, old enough to be in college!

Ignoring the comment, Anne snuck a glance behind Ron’s shoulder.

“Is Gilbert in, by chance?”

Much to her disappointment, the man shook his head.

“He’s got a friday class that finishes at four o’clock. It’s probably just ended.” His eyes fell to the bags in her hand. “Are you staying?”

“Ah, well, I hoped to. Gilbert’s brother mentioned you both had a spare room that I could probably stay in to avoid the expense of a hotel. Only for the weekend. That is, if it isn’t too much trouble.”

Ron shrugged. “I don’t mind. Gil will probably insist on it with the way he moons over you. School is only a few blocks from here. Why don’t you leave your things here and I’ll show you where his usual haunt is?”

All at once, Anne’s butterflies were back with a passionate fury.

“I’d be ever so grateful!” she nearly exclaimed, her eagerness knocking Ron a few paces backwards. He grabbed his hat from the hook, plopped it on his head, and slid past her. As tenderly as if she were walking on glass, Anne followed behind, trying desperately not to make an utter fool of herself.

“Gilbert said you’re a college girl yourself?” Ron chatted amiably. A gust of wind brought a whiff of his expensive cologne to her nose.

“Yes, English and Teaching.”

“Ah, a reader then.”

“An avid one,” Anne confirmed. “But mostly I want to inspire students to believe in their own talents and grow to love learning just as much as I came to. A good education can help a person through anything. There is nothing so thrilling as watching those you care about succeed at the things they’re passionate about. Don’t you agree?”

Ron cocked a head in interest. If she had been attempting to put up a facade of decorum, that last statement had been the first hint of the free-spirited Anne he had heard so much about.

“You know, Anne, I believe you’re onto something,” he said. “At any rate, it matters little what I think. Your students will crave your approval, and I daresay they’ll have it.”

Anne beamed. Perhaps this Ron could be a kindred spirit, after all. She seemed to be finding them everywhere these days. Around them, the scenery grew taller and denser as they journeyed into the heart of the city. Ron rambled beside her about some strange fellow in one of his classes, but Anne could only half listen. Then, all of her senses turned to electricity when the sight of an imposing, majestic castle came into view.

“Welcome to the University of Toronto,” Ron interjected when he saw her eyes sparkling with amazement. “Gil should be around here somewhere.”

Yet, as Ron was leading her closer to the main hall’s regal entrance, Anne’s heart tugged her to glance behind her. She squinted to make out a few people sitting on and around a staircase near the west section of the building. Her feet moved on their own volition with slow uncertainty, but her heart had already confirmed what she desperately hoped was true. The closer she got, the more she recognized the outline of his features. His soft hair, his strong shoulders, his chin.

“Who’s that?” Anne heard from the group.

Suddenly, she stumbled to a halt, her breath stuck in her throat. She watched as his head turned toward her, and wondered if he could hear her heart beating from across the garden landscape. He leaned forward, as if not believing his eyes, straining to get a closer look.

Then, all at once, he jumped to his feet, stumbling forward a few steps in shock. A cry of elation tumbled from his lips, a matching one breaking Anne’s silence. His friends cried after him, but he was already bounding away. She didn’t make him run far, hoisting up her skirts to meet him halfway.

On the train ride here, Anne had imagined what she believed to be every possible reunion that could possibly happen when she finally saw Gilbert again. She imagined him opening up his arms and her leaping into them. She imagined him crushing his lips onto hers for a kiss that would heat her to her toes. What she didn’t imagine was running full speed to him, then stopping a mere breath away. Gilbert’s hands were frustratingly at his sides balled into fists. But his eyes...Anne beamed up into them. They were very bit as warm and earthy as she remembered them being, beautiful enough in their affection that she felt a shiver go down her back.

“You’re here!?” he said in disbelief. Much against her own will, Anne felt her eyes mist over just enough that she blinked into sunlight.

“Surprise!”

Gilbert let out a joyful laugh so loud that students on their way to class turned their heads to him. But he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when Anne was before him, even more breathtaking than he remembered her being - which admittedly, was an impossible amount - smiling up at him with dimpled cheeks. If he didn’t do something soon, he was certain he’d combust on the spot.

Anne seemed to read his mind, and suddenly they were pulling each other in for a kiss. Flinging her arms around his neck, she pushed up onto her toes, sending Gilbert arching back against her fervor. Taking his cue, he lifted her up off the ground, and spun her around, laughing against her lips. The months of separation were suddenly forgotten, and Anne was content to do nothing except bury her face into his neck and breath in his familiar scent.

“But- but how?” he stammered, chuckling through Anne’s onslaught of cheek kisses. Her fingers were still locked behind his neck when she pulled back.

“I took the midnight train and slept most of the way. Ron brought me here.”

Gilbert sighed in relief, finally conceding to the blissful fact that this was not a dream. He dropped his forehead onto hers, and she nuzzled into his touch.

“I really missed you,” he murmured, grasp tightening at her waist. “We barely got any time together before I left.”

“I missed you just as much, but I’ll be here all weekend. That’s enough time for you to make good on all of the promises from your letters.” She blushed remembering some of the things he’d sworn he’d do when they reunited. They ranged from proper teas and dinners to embraces and experimental kisses where he’d learn the face was extra sensitive.

“I hope you’ll make good on yours too,” he replied with a raised brow.

“Count on it,” she assured. Her own promises entailed a detailed report of her romantic daydreams and ponderings from the months before they started their courtship. I know how my own pining went. I’m aching to know every bit of what you were thinking, he’d written once in a letter a few weeks back. The preview she’d granted in her response had been promising.

“Let me take you to dinner tonight. There’s so much I want to tell you.”

Anne nodded happily, not caring a might that they’d been giving each other comprehensive written reports of their daily life. She wanted to hear it all from him, watch the stories unfold on his face as he told them.

“But first,” he continued. “There are some people I want you to meet.”

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I hope you enjoyed! Here are all the people who requested to be tagged. If you’d like to add your name to the list or remove it, please let me know!

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meowgetsproductive · 5 years ago

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Getting back on your feet. Resetting. Day 1

Technically it’s day 15 of my 365 challenge/new year resolutions. However, like most of you, I ran out of steam and flopped my resolutions.

Today marks a reset to day 1. I don’t see flopping as an excuse to give up the challenge. Maybe I can’t do it for the full 365 days in a row. But maybe I can do it for two days in a row, or ten, or a month. In any case, I hope to have figured it out by December.

The 365 challenge is:

Projects 1) Edit or write 1000 words a day (currently: M39 Novel) 2) Go to gym every 2nd day (current: pass fitness test) 3) Do one course exercise a day (current: Artist’s Way) 4) Progress 1 chore a day (current: renew passport)

Habits 5) write morning diary daily (emotions) 6) stretch daily (body) 7) Meditate daily (spirit)

I’m restarting this blog to share the journey with you. Why not restart your resolutions now? Or set some if you haven’t yet, for an exciting year of growth.

So, where I’m at right now, is I’ve just awoken from burnout.

I couldn’t string two words together, much less write heartfelt 1000 words of my novel. Yesterday, I had a trip to meet my boyfriend’s parents. Sitting in front of two well-meaning strangers, being asked simple questions like "what do you do?” had me in stumps.

The parents meant my profession but I was thinking about something much more mundane.

What was I doing day to day?

Burnout is a horrible thing. It robs you of inspiration, creativity, and creates an unfillable void in your chest. Nothing feels good enough, good enough to try. Nothing is exciting. I’ve been reading day after day, all day, trying to fill that emptiness in my soul.

That trip to see “the parents” made me look at myself as an outsider. I didn’t like what I saw.

What the hell was I doing with my life? It’s only been two weeks of the resolutions and I all but forgotten them! I have lost myself, letting entropy and the lack of energy dictate my life.

So today, the start of Day 1, I am restarting this blog and getting myself into gear. Gently.

I urge anyone starting out to treat yourself gently, like a new student. To get back on your feet you need encouragement, not harsh blows of criticism.

Today’s all about getting back to our feet. Gently.

I’m typing this blog as I go, because I need gentle encouragement. Baby steps.

First thing I’m gonna do is have breakfast. Luckily I have eggs in the fridge. I did say today marks the start of Day 1. Forget the resolutions for now. Even doing breakfast feels hard.

For breakfast, I made 2 eggs with leftover tofu and spinach from who knows how long ago, and packaged miso soup. I have miso soup every day, so it’s a typical breakfast for me. You shouldn’t try to make anything fancy. A jam on toast is fine. the point is to eat something that gives you energy to start the day. It’s hard to function when you’re low AND have no physical energy either. So we start with breakfast. I also made a banana smoothie in a blender to snack on as I go.

Next, I’m gonna tidy up my room. I live in a share house and my bedroom doubles up as my study and entertainment and library. I have piles of washing on my bed, plates on my table, pillows on the floor, random plastic bags of stuff that I barely remember dumping by the bed to be dealt with later. I have so much stuff that I can barely breathe. I need orderliness to think, and right now, my surroundings make me feel anxious and suffocated.

I’m not gonna clean up the whole place, that is too much effort. But I took the dishes and cups to the kitchen. I have put scattered books into stacks so they’re out of the way. I put all used tissues in the bin.The biggest eyesore are clothes. Seeing clothes on the floor makes me feel out of control. I have two baskets where I sort used clothes instead of just throwing them on the floor. I put exercise clothes in one basket under the bed, while lounge clothes went in the other. It didn’t take long. The one thing that did take time was folding the laundry. It took time but it was worth it for the sense of freedom of my room clothes-free. Just remember, we want to create a sense of peace and serenity, so that you can get on with your day. Maybe you don’t mind your clothes on the floor, maybe for you it’s cleaning up that really ugly stain that bugs you. Or that shutter making an infernal rattling noise that you couldn’t been bothered to fix. Get your peace of mind. Fix it.

I put on some nice music while I tidied. When I was done, I lighted a scented candle to cheer up the place with a nice scent. Maybe play a victory tune to celebrate if that’s your thing.

The tidying took up more energy than I was prepared, and I feel wiped out. I haven’t even started on my daily seven yet. I just feel like collapsing with a book and not getting up again.

Luckily for me, there is one item on my daily seven that invigorates me when I remember to do it. It’s number five, the diary.

Now my diary isn’t like a normal record of the day diary that most people use. My diary are the morning pages from Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. All I do is write out my worries. That’s when it works best. Sometimes I don’t know what’s bugging me and writing it long hand helps me figure it out. Sometimes I can’t think of a worry, then I write whatever is on my mind, stream-of-consciousness style. The point isn’t to list all your worries, but to let out of your chest whatever is gripping you. Sometimes it’s the excitement of a new idea, and I have written little scene sketches in the diary too. Dreams. To-dos. Battle plans before meeting The Parents. There is no wrong way to do the diary as long as you write whatever comes to mind, not stopping. “I don’t know what to write now...” is something I see too.

I did this diary for 2 pages of my large notebook, which is roughly 22 minutes. And that takes of item number five on my daily seven.

5) write morning diary daily (emotions)

I give myself a sticker for each of the seven that I complete. It cheers me up and brings a little bit of joy into my day.

In my morning pages diary, I realised that each of the items isn’t hard. The illusion of it is. It seems hard, but once you start doing, it’s actually not that hard to do the task in the moment. Stretching isn’t hard. Thinking about doing stretching, about how much time and energy it takes and that I’d have to get up and start moving and that I’ll never be flexible so what’s the use, is what keeps me stuck dead. The key is not succumbing to the illusion of difficulty, and just starting. Once I start, the task will take care of itself. 10 minutes meditation is nothing. But thinking about sitting there trying not to think and how my back always aches, is the enemy.

My advice is, start the thing. Don’t think about starting the thing. Start doing the thing. If it’s gym, get dressed and out the door. Start doing it. No debating allowed!

I’ll meditate next. Another thing that often remains undone, because it’s boring.

I find meditating boring.

Sitting without thoughts, experiencing time without beginning or end is very hard for me. I’m very good at imagining stuff, such as cleansing the chakras or directing energy in my mind. Sitting quietly with a silent mind, 10 minutes seem to go on on FOREVER.

All right, fine. Start. Not deliberate. I’m going.

I sat on a cushion and set alarm for ten minutes.

Ohh, it started off well enough. Then I got really restless. I started counting my breaths to 10, which really helped. Then after some time, my thoughts went wild. I was deciding which movie to watch tonight as my reward for doing so well, Dr Strange or Iron Man. Those are my favourite movies. Also I was thinking that I was gonna finish early today, and how early was early? At which point I realised I’ve had a pop song playing in my mind’s background for some time. Ugh.

Ten minutes felt long, but I lasted the whole time and now I feel so happy and proud of myself! I have done the meditation for today, item seven. Another sticker. Yay!

The benefits of meditation are numerous, but the benefits don’t kick in until several months in, same as gym. It took my brother 3 months of gym before he began to look great. I’ve just started gym and meditation myself on New Years Day, so it’ll take some time for my mind to center and my body to look great. Today’s a great day to start!

7) Meditate daily (spirit)

Well, I feel like I’m on a roll with my daily habits, so I’m feeling inspired to do the 10 min stretching. I’ve already done morning diary and meditation, stretching feels like a piece of cake! (See how small steps inspire more small steps? I’m all fired up!)

I put up some music, set the timer, and bam! Done. Three stickers today. The amount of bones I cracked was embarrassing.

Why do I resist stretching so much? Again, it takes time, even if it’s just 10 minutes. It’s boring, even if I put on music. Plus it hurts when I’m sore or I try the splits. Then why do it? Because doing something like a ten minute stretch helps keep flexibility and freedom of movement for life. Like all good things, the tangible benefits don’t kick in until later in life. (I’m beginning to see a pattern here).

6) stretch daily (body) Done!

That’s the Habits triad done. Yay for emotions/body/spirit!

Where’s the mind, you may ask? Well, the rest of the daily tasks are mind-heavy. Writing, gym, course exercise and chores tend to draw heavily on intellect. They make my brain flex.

Writing draws heavily on all areas.

Going to gym is as much a mental battle as physical exertion is.

By now, I’ve done the easy items on the list, the ones that take 10 minutes max. Doing it this way was semi-deliberate. I need easy wins right now to feel empowered. Attempting something like number one: writing, would be too overwhelming for me. Thanks to starting with the small items, I feel accomplished, I feel confident about getting more items done, I feel cheerful and I have what I feel like lots of energy (stretching could be at play for the energy boost).

Next, I feel like tackling the easiest item on the Projects list. Which is number four, the chore of passport renewal.

All I have to do for passport renewal is to load the official form onto USB and print it, get two passport photos, and go to post office to pay a fee and lodge the form and the photos.

The due date is tomorrow. I’ve been putting it off for a month.

The reason is, I am hesitant about taking that photo. I currently have long-ish hair at my boyfriend’s request, but I normally keep it short. I don’t want long hair in my passport photo. I have been procrastinating getting a haircut (and hurting my boyfriend’s feelings), yet I wasn’t comfortable taking a long-haired photo. That would be ten years staring at a photo that screams “not me”.

Some of you might be thinking “Gal, it’s your hair, you don’t have to do what your boyfriend says!”. I agree. This time, however, it’s not a bother to keep my hair long. I don’t care that it’s long right now (and I like that my boyfriend appreciates it), I just don’t want my hair long in my passport photo.

Alas, I’ve decided as I’m typing this this that I’ve left the decision for too long, and I’m worried about the paperwork expiring tomorrow if I don’t do something now. So, I’m gonna find that passport form and put it on USB, then fix myself for going out (long hair and all), and see if I can take the photo at the post office directly rather than getting someone to do it for me and then rushing to a printing shop last minute (for all of you who can print at home, I am jealous and I salute you!).

Finding an empty USB and loading the doc there took less than thirty seconds.

The getting ready didn’t take too long because I had met The Parents yesterday and so I was all clean. I wore the same clothes cuz I just needed to do the photo, not please people.

Doing well so far.

At the post office, the lady told me they don’t do printing. While they could do the photo, they can’t print my form to finalise the process.

I envy you, printer-owners.

I contacted a relative to see if I can use their printer, and also if they can do my photo. It would same me money if my relative could print the photo for free. They said okay.

Turns out the passport photo couldn’t be printed via inkjet printer. I only printed the form at the relative’s.

Then I drove back to post office, did the photo, and submitted the whole thing.

I’m so tired now. This recovery thing is hard.

Or maybe that’s cuz it’s early dinnertime and I haven’t had lunch yet.

4) Progress 1 chore a day (current: renew passport)

I’m gonna make some food next. It’s not dinner, not lunch, but something in-between.

I made a sandwich for that meal. Again, I wasn’t going for fancy, since I’m so low on energy.

While having lunch and talking to my brother, I have randomly uncovered an answer for a touch writing problem I’ve been having about some critique I’ve gotten. I was so inspired by this insight that I worked on the solution for about two hours, which resulted in about 2,500 words. That covers number one on the resolutions list, quite by accident.

I love when success begets more success.

1) Edit or write 1000 words a day (currently: M39 Novel)

Now it is late, and I’ve been sitting down for most of the day. Plus the gym rush has ended. A great time to head out to gym.

I didn’t stay long in the gym, only 40 minutes, 20 of which was walking on treadmill. Baby steps, remember?

2) Go to gym every 2nd day (current: pass fitness test)

By the time I got back and took a shower, it was 10pm. I still have one item not done.

This leaves only one item not yet attempted, and that is item two, the course exercise (for the Artist’s way). It takes only 5 min. I remember that all exercises for week 11 in the book are lengthy. I don’t think I can easily do any of them. So, I’m gonna do the trick I do for really difficult tasks, or tasks I’m really scared of.

I set a timer for 10 minutes.

In that time, I’m gonna read the exercises and see if I can do any today. If not, I’m going to pick one and write up a list of materials I’ll need, or do a search if the exercise asks me to contact people etc. Basically, I’m gonna spend the 10 minutes trying to progress something somewhere.

10 min. Go!

I could do one exercise. It was massive. I had to list 10 wishes in 7 areas of health, possessions, relationships etc... I only got through the heath, possessions and leisure in 10 minutes, and I thought I was coming up with wishes pretty fast. Those course exercises aren’t quick!

However it does accomplish my daily resolution of progressing a course exercise by a minimum of 10 minutes. Yay!

3) Do one course exercise a day (current: Artist’s Way)

This means I did all 7 resolutions! Hooray!

I gave myself a special sticker to celebrate!

But it did take me a full day, from breakfast to 10:30pm to do all seven, and I didn’t have any obligations today. If you have work or are looking after kids, then maybe try for one resolution a day. I definitely don’t want to be spending an entire day tomorrow doing just the resolutions. I’d like to do other things too. But today I wanted to start it easy and so I didn’t plan any other things so that I had plenty of time to do the resolutions.

I hope that once I’m more at the rolling stage, I can achieve all the resolutions in a single 3-4h evening. If you have a lot of resolutions and you’re struggling, do the math to figure out what is realistic. My resolutions take a total of 3 hours 20 minutes as a minimum (items 3 to 7 are ten 10minutes each, to a total of 50 min. Gym takes about an hour. Writing is variable, but 1 hour for 1,000 words sounds reasonable. Plus add a minimum of 5 minutes between each activity. Seven activities require six breaks, a total of 30 min). So, a theoretical 3 hour 20 minutes worth of tasks took me 12+ hours to do today. Again, be gentle with yourself.

What are your resolutions for today? I wish you success, good luck and good cheer!

Meowgetsproductive

#NewYearsResolution #life goals

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despairforme · 7 years ago

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[ Appreciation post for @grimmjxw ! I said I was gonna make a separate post to praise Lexie so I’mma do that now. Our muses started interacting in a pretty weird way ( with Nnoitra just bullying Grimmjow as per usual lbh ), but then we got an actual thread going, which was basically Nnoitra dislocating Grimmjow’s shoulder and... Almost killing him. ( boyfriend material tm ). Seeing as I don’t really read other people’s threads all that much, this was the first time that I got to see Lexie’s writing. I immediately became super inspired by the amount of detail and emotion that was put into the replies I was receiving. Not being a native speaker myself, I’ve always struggled to try to match the skill of other roleplayers. I guess Lexie’s writing just really made me wanna try harder? I was having a blast with Nnoitra getting to be all evil too ( i love writing Nnoitra kicking people’s ass tbh ), and now I got to write a ‘ fight thread ‘ with someone who was putting a lot of effort into their writing. So yeah, this was a great experience for me. I guess the thing that made me REALLY love Lexie’s Grimmjow ( in the beginning ), was those short answers that I got in the asks I sent. I think short answers can be really boring, but Lexie’s were not. They were just really in-character, even if they were short. My favourites are these; this one, this one , this one ... tbh I could link all of them. What I love about them is that they made ( MAKE ) me laugh. Grimmjow’s sarcasm is so funny and it fits his character perfectly. Oh, I should mention that I was sending these asks because I found the replies funny. I didn’t use to send people that many asks. I also didn’t really use to pay attention to Grimmjow roleplayers. Simply because I found Grimmjow to be a pretty boring character, and I didn’t understand what the big hype was about him. BUT THAT ALL CHANGED WITH LEXIE’S GRIMMJOW! The short interactions Nnoitra had with Grimmjow was the most fun I had had in the bleach fandom ( ever ), and so Lexie got a bit spammed by asks.... Wops. Nnoitra was having fun bullying him too, so for me, it was a win-win. And then it all got even better! I got to add Lexie on skype and---

Why am I writing this in third person.... I got to add you on skype Lexie, and that was hella nice! I had a good time chatting with you - I always have a good time chatting with you, and one of my fav things about our chats is that we can take a break for hours and it’s not a big deal. I find it hard to keep a chat going with fast replies so it’s nice to be able to get a slow one. When we first started chatting, I wasn’t thinking about shipping with you, because your blog was a single-ship, and of course I didn’t want to get in the way of that. But after we had chatted for a bit we did sort of agree on shipping?? I don’t really remember how we even got to that?? But it wasn’t like we could stop the boys anyways... With Nnoitra putting his hands in Grimmjow’s stomach lmao.

AND - This brings me to the thread that started their relationship. It was supposed to just be a challenge, and then it turned into an actual smut-book ( mmmmm ). This was my first time writing smut for Nnoitra in this verse. I never thought he’d actually get intimate with someone. BUT WHAT DO YOU KNOW.... I had a great time writing that thread! Each reply was about 1000 words long ( which is a lot?? ), and we both did one reply per day. I couldn’t believe that someone was actually willing to put in that much effort to write with me! I was absolutely blessed to find someone who was into writing that sort of stuff with me, not to mention a muse who actually liked Nnoitra! I am pretty picky when it comes to people’s writing styles, and it’s rare that I find someone who I have nothing negative to say about, but your writing is one of those. It just fits Grimmjow so perfectly. From the specific words you choose, to how you show his sarcasm even when it’s not direct speech. The emotional rollercoasters he goes through in the internal dialogues, his smug ass remarks... It’s all just too perfect! And it’s all wrapped up in aesthetically pleasing graphics ( i am spoiled, i love pretty graphics ). I considered myself somewhat of a noob at this point so I literally couldn’t believe that someone this cool would want to ship with me???? From there on, our ship has been an amazing ride ( it’s such a blast to write! ). One of my favourite things about it is all the plots we’ve done. Grimmjow being ripped in half, Nnoitra almost killing him, Nnoitra dying, Grimmjow losing his eyes... So much angst! So many emotional moments for Nnoitra! I’m so grateful that you’ve let me put Nnoitra into situations and through emotions that I never imagined him able to have.

Of course I got to mention our AUs too! I am forever blessed with having a ship in canon-verse. I am, however, a huge sucker for AUs! And so I am REALLY glad that you’ve been willing to do all these AUs with me! ( Also I apologize in advance because I am probably going to come at you with more ideas... ). I love all our AUs! They are really different, but in every one of them Nnoitra looooves Grimmjow so much what the fuck---- Our AUs have allowed me to write Nnoitra in even more different scenarios ( who would ever have imagine him taking care of his sick boyfriend... ). I often come up with more plots and AUs that I wanna try out ( but I try not to overwhelm you with them ), and I’m just so hyped that you want to do these things with me!

Then, let me talk about your ask-answers. Pretty much always, I receive a long ass answer to one of my asks, and I feel so blessed that you would go through all that trouble to answer something I sent you. And, of course, I get to read your amazing writing with is a treat. I usually read the ask answers many times, and I’ll go back to read some old ones ( even if navigating on mobile is a pain ). My all time favourite is the one where Nnoitra gives Grimmjow Pantera in the sick!au. Grimmjow is just too adorable and I just go: hfwehjasfuiods everytime I read that reply. I don’t even have a count of how many times I’ve read that one.

Speaking of my favourites - I wanna talk a bit about the whole main human!au thing. The fact that we took such a long time with building up their relationship, starting at the teen!au, makes this one of my all-time favourite roleplay experiences. They were such good friends, and we had the au for like? Almost a year? Before shit went down. The scene were Nnoitra betrays Grimmjow and tries to kill him is one, if not my favourite angst scene that I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing with someone. And this, of course, wouldn’t have been possible without your outstanding writing. I am shitty at pointing out the exact thing that I love so much about how you write angst, but I just ???? Man that scene was so intense and I’ve never felt more for Nnoitra ( or Grimmjow ) than I did that time. I don’t even know how you do it, but you always find a way to make it as sad as possible. I don’t know any writers who can portray emotion as well as you do. And the fact that those emotions are Grimmjow’s emotions only make it that much more impressive. I love the whole end to the teen!au thing ( I miss writing them as teens tho, we need a highschool!au ), and I also love their reunion seven years later! This is set in my main verse for Nnoitra, which I have spent almost three years building, and he has a lot of development in that verse, so I am really hyped to be heading into a ship with Grimmjow in that verse. Especially with their history and Grimmjow’s drug-abuse. I’m seeing a million angsty plots that we could do, so that is a REAL hype!

Oh, I mustn’t forget to talk about our micro rps! I love them too! Doing short things is a rare thing for me, but sometimes I just don’t have the energy to write longer things, and what better thing to do than to write some random ass flirting on the dash? Grimmjow’s sarcasm is always funny af.

I also need to mention how much Nnoitra ???? loves Grimmjow ??? I legit never thought he could love anyone this much but holy shit. They have such amazing chemistry and that’s all due to how perfect your Grimmjow portrayal is. I love it so much!!! And so does Nnoitra, as we all know.. Writing Nnoitra being in love with Grimmjow is such a good time, since it’s something I never expected from him, so thank you for writing the perfect Grimmjow!

With having you as my roleplay-partner, ship-partner and friend, I feel so lucky and blessed. I want you to know that I appreciate all the effort you put into writing this ship, or just your writing in general ( I read pretty much everything you write these days ). It’s always a pleasure and a treat to read what you write. I also want to thank you for taking the time to answer our threads and my asks, and for tagging me in some of the things in your queue! I always get excited when I see my url tagged in something you reblogged for our boys. Oh, and also!!! I yell at your edits when you make edits for them because your graphics are beautiful and I’m so excited for ship things for our ship!! I think this post got a bit messy and I don’t think I got all my points across but I wanted to at least try to explain to you how much I appreciate you! I know you’ve been struggling with your depression these days. Please take care of yourself ( I always say this, how unoriginal ), and don’t worry at all with taking time to reply to stuff, whether it’s for me or someone else. Everyone will be more than happy to wait for you to feel better, and get back to enjoying writing. Nnoitra will always wait for Grimmjow, and I will always wait for you. - SENDS ALL THE LOVE TO YOU - <5 <5 <5 <5 <5 !!!!!!!! ]

#grimmjxw #[ feel better soon lexie! <5 ]#[ all the love for you ok all the love ]#━☽☾ not despairin'. (OOC)#longpost.

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paula-of-christ · 7 years ago

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Nonnie

So instead of answering each anon separately, since they are all clearly from the same person, I’m just going to put them all onto one post and answer in one long, long post. So, if you don’t want to read, just keep scrolling, me getting my weekly dose of Discourse under the cut.

Why does the bible insult the prophets? It says David committed Adultery and Aaron built an Idol for people to worship. Doesn’t that contradict their status as a prophet. Prophets are chosen by God from the purest of humans. Also the bible says it punished David by killing the son born from his adultery. That makes no sense as the Bible says you can’t punish a Child for the sins of their parents. Sounds like the Bible has been written by white men trying to make other prophets look bad

Are they so insecure about their religion that they have to make other prophets look bad so people can treat Jesus like a God? I can see 100% that the bible has been tampered with by Humans. It’s no Longer the Word of God. Only the Quraan is the word of God. Actually God isn’t the correct word to use. The Correct word Is Allah. That means the one and only God that can be worshipped. The English didn’t make a direct translation of this word because they believed in many gods nothing has changed

And any Arab that says they don’t believe in the Quraan must be stupid. If they know Arabic at all. They will know that the way the Quraan has been written is unique. It is Impossible to try and copy it. Thousands of Arabic intellectuals/Scientists/Philosophers/Grammarians have come together to try and make one verse that can match the Quraan in it’s unique style. They have said it is impossible. Most of them Converted to Islam. All of them agree that it could not have been written by a human

What Muslims did you get this information from? Have you ever read the Quraan? Most Muslims especially the ones from America don’t know about Islam. Most Americans should say “I don’t know” and leave it to the scholars but they don’t they try to use their tiny brains to understand Islam when they can’t even understand basic logic. Muhammad didn’t have one vision he had many. How can one man write the Quraan? When 1000s of Arabic experts have said it is impossible.

Also Allah says in the Quraan that no one will ever be able to challenge the Quraan. “Bring me one verse equal to the (verse of) Quraan.” No one in 1400 years+ has bought one verse. Nothing is bought forward. You guys attack our religion where as we understand yours and bring evidence against it. Islam wins every debate hands down. Most of our scholars are reluctant to debate because it gives the image that we are here to dominate or convert the masses.That is not our goal.We just say the truth

So I’m going to go at this in a different order than how it is listed. This is just the order that it came to my inbox as.

I’m gonna start with this quote:

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zhouwerthoughts · 6 years ago

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1/1/2019

2019. What an idea. Seems like each year goes by faster and faster. So then the time comes - what resolutions can I make that I can actually resolve to accomplish? Over the year 2018, I have learned quite a lot about the general upper limits of my capability to get things done in certain areas, and hopefully that can lead to accurate and achievable resolutions.

Between meeting family, going out to eat, and sightseeing, I’ve had a bit of time. Mostly, I’ve been planning out some resolutions for the upcoming year. I’ve fleshed out pretty detailed steps on my own, but I’ll just list below the overall goals of the year with a bit of explanation at the end

1. Physical Resolutions

- Cut below 10% body-fat by the end of summer break

- Run a 5k in under 25 minutes before spring break

- Implement a comprehensive daily mobility workout, pre-workout warm-up, and post-workout stretch protocol

2. Creative/Emotional Resolutions

- Meditate 10 minutes a day

- Read 20 minutes a day

- Write 1000 words a week

3. Mental/Technical Resolutions

- Learn JavaScript/Python

- Start a real blog / start a youtube / keep podcasting

- Create content for at least one of the above

Next year’s gonna be pretty busy for me on campus. I decided to stop making excuses and get a job, as well as max out on classes to put a challenge in front of me. Factoring in that my total activity time will more than double as a result of my new lifting, running, and mobility plans, It’s going to be a helluva ride. I’ve got secondary plans in place for when I make progress on each of these goals, and I’ll be ready to put those in place once it’s time.

One thing I had to think about for next year was reevaluating my speed of fat loss. I began to realize that I was much too obsessed with getting results as fast as possible for the recognition of others rather than myself. So I gave myself a pretty long timeline to get to 10% - and even if I don’t make that, I’ve guaranteed at least below 15% to put me in a healthy range. I’m gonna start taking it slower.

I really suck at running. My endurance improves excruciatingly slowly, but it does improve. So the 25 minute 5k, though easy to imagine, may not even be in my realm of possibility as soon as I’d like. Once I do achieve that though, I’d feel comfortable calling myself a serious beginner and starting to look into progressing in a smart way - I’ve got some resources lined up to look through to learn more about running in general.

The stretching stuff is important because I want to be able to move well for a long time with minimal injury. It’s going to take a quite a bit of my time, but I think I’ve convinced myself that it’s worth it.

I would like to do meditation more seriously than the bit of dabbling I’ve done in the past. See where it takes me.

The reading is super important because I’ve got this huge fucking reading list to get to - I’m already halfway through Extreme Ownership, and really look forwards to reading 12 Rules for Life soon after. The opportunity to glean knowledge from those who have lived through so much more is definitely understated.

The writing is important for reasons I’ve laid out in past posts, but I’m not sure I want to continue just typing away in an unorganized fashion like I have been. I think this personal blog will change over the next year as well. I want to focus my efforts more on thought experimentation and book reviews, honestly. It might be boring - but hell, I’ve always thought what I put here is excruciatingly boring, but it seems some of y’all still find a way to get through it.

I’m not sure if I want to pursue a minor in Computer Science, but I think I’ll at least learn the programming languages and create some projects with them to bolster my resume - it’s useful, technical stuff I can learn this year.

Now the last thing - I want to start writing and creating content on the side pertaining to nutrition/college fitness and put it somewhere. I feel like just documenting stuff keeps me accountable, even when there is an almost guarantee to be no audience for me as I start out. Which is OK, in my experience. I really don’t mind talking to nobody. I’ve actually got 37 plays on my podcast, surprisingly enough, even with my insufficient verbal flailing around and lack of focus or speaking ability, I somehow managed to pull THIRTY-SEVEN listens? That’s more than a small class! Though of course I have multiple episodes up, so that accounts for much less people, but whatever. 37 is a big number compared to the number I had in mind XD.

My episode exploring the carnivore diet tripled every other episode in listens, which really spoke to a potential niche that I can fulfill as a beginner in fitness going through my journey. I scoured YouTube, as well as other blogs, for a similar perspective and found minimal competition in the “MSU fitness/nutrition/vlog” category. If I go specific to MSU, but give application to colleges in general, maybe I can provide something of value. I’m no expert or experienced veteran in anything, but maybe as long as I don’t promote myself as such and more as someone exploring topics and giving my honest but insufficient opinion, someone will find value in it.

There are a couple other personal resolutions pertaining to morality and thinking that struck me as a bit… self-important? That’s not the right word. I can’t seem to find the right word for it. But it just rubbed me the wrong way when I wrote them down here where I know people will read them. Something disingenuous within myself gave off some strong warning signals as if telling me that my intent was not pure in putting them out for people to know. As if I was signaling for some sort of attention. So I’ll keep those to myself and reevaluate them on my own.

Maybe it’s time to think about my romantic life a bit more. Treat myself - and someone else, too. I don’t really get lonely, as I’ve always got a mission, but some nights, I can’t lie, I wish someone could join me. I feel as if I have a lot more to give than I’ve ever had in the past, and a part of me really wants someone to care for and give to and learn from. I’m a child when it comes to relationships, and that scares me. I’d like to go and fail a couple times.

I might drop off the face of the planet. Maybe I’ll randomly decide to quit this blog completely. Cut off from the world outside of my personal experiences. Social media and the such. Blog might not make the cut, who knows. I just know that’s when I can perform the best. Contact with others is some risky ass business, sometimes. Especially when those pesky emotional ties come into the picture.

And Hey, when it comes to this kinda stuff, I’m only doing my best. I really don’t know anything. But I know a ton of places to look to for anyone wanting to improve on anything with me. It’d be cool if you hit me up and asked! It’s really nice to know when people I don’t already know read my shit tell me they do. Let’s crush 2019.

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